This choice: Brooke pre-heats—Brooke fills Olivia in on the plan and lets her taste-test. • Go Back...Chapter #6Brook bakes, Olivia overstuffed. by: Mr.Tones   “Brook, I’m getting full over here…”
“I know I know, I’m doing my best but I’ve got a lot of recipes to test, just a bit more, for me please?”
“I don’t know…”
Olivia rubbed her soft middle gently, feeling the slight curve it had gained from the dishes she had helped her friend taste test. They had been at it for two hours now and Brook didn’t seem ready to quit any time soon, even as they were starting on what was effectively a third course if the growing number of used paper plates in the trash can was anything to go by.
“PRETTY please with lots of sugar and cream on top?”
“Oh god no more cream. Promise me no more sweets and we’ve got a deal.”
“I can work with that, needed to test out the meatloaf recipe anyway.”
Brook was looking like a proper chef just about, with a smear-covered apron on her as she went ahead and started pulling out beef and other assorted ingredients. With her own general plushness she looked more like her Aunt April than she would have cared to have admitted.
“Just, don’t make too much? I can’t do this for much longer.”
“That’s fine, I can just cut most of the ingredients in half and it should still be useful for testing.”
“Well, while you’re working on that, would you mind telling me AGAIN why we’re doing this?”
“Come on Liv, I’ve explained it like three times now. I need to get these recipes down!”
“So you can make your sister fat.” Was Olivia’s deadpan delivery.
“To make things even!”
The two of them had been friends for so long it was easy to look past their eccentricities most of the time. Oliva stopped caring about Brook’s more controlling tendencies, able to navigate past them with ease and knowing they usually come from a place of caring. In turn Brook never minded how introverted Olivia could be, preferring less to go out and keeping to her own circle of friends and hobbies, she found even a little fun to drag the mousy woman out for a party on occasion.
But something Olivia never quite got was her and Mkayla’s bickering, at least at the levels they do it at.
“I just don’t get it Brook, do you really need to do all this just to, as you put it, “Fix the karmic balance”? Couldn’t you just go to… I don’t know, go to family counseling or something?”
“As if she’d agree to come in the first place. It’s fine Liv, it’s not like I’m not FORCING her to eat! I just make good food and the greedy wrench gobbles it up of her own volition!”
“You and I both know getting the cooking tips from your Aunt is like cheating.”
Olivia had the privilege as basically a third sister of coming with the Widers from time to time to visit their further southern family, so she was front and center to see just how monstrously good at crafting the most heart stoppingly delicious meals April can be. Olivia could recall more than one occasion of her and others leaving the kitchen too stuffed to think and crashing in the living room to digest.
“If I’m gonna cook I might as well learn from the best right?”
“Well, I can’t argue with you on that. It’s not quite up to her standards yet, but I’d vouch for you at a cooking contest. Um, actually would you mind using that cake recipe for my birthday when it comes around? You did a REALLY good job on that one.”
“I’ll be sure to make it four times better, especially if I keep practicing like this.”
“Oh uh… maybe… maybe not that good? Then I might… I might eat it all…”
There was a flash, or maybe feeling, in Olivia’s mind. Brook really was shaping up to be a decent cook so far. Who knows if she could ever match her generous aunt, but she was making leaps and strides in progress. And that almost worried Olivia actually. If her own taste of Brook’s cooking was anything worth going off of, she had a ton of potential. Olivia thought her friend’s whole scheme was a little crazy, but not impossible. Far from it actually.
It wasn’t hard to imagine the impulsive Mikayla not even noticing being bigger until she was already huge, surrounded by so many calories. Recalling the decadent meals April would make, Olivia was imagining Mikayla eating them near constantly, every meal throughout the days a parade of greasy, surgery and savory feasts. Brook would readily and happily keep whipping them up, never letting her younger sister rest her stomach as one dish followed right behind the other. Mikayla wouldn’t beagle to resist it, Brook’s food would be far too delectable to wat to. Mikayla, already a knockout with her natural beauty would blow up fast, she could almost be eating enough to fatten up on the spot, her ass finally competing with Brook’s as it filled out, her killer chest growing, her belly ballooning. Her thighs straining the chair as-
“Earth to Liv! You there? Meatloaf’s done!”
“BRU-HUH?!”
The poor girl nearly fell out of her chair as she was tapped on the shoulder, suddenly very aware of the warm meatey smell coming from the new plate she hadn’t realized was there now
“Woah, are you good? Did I scare you?”
Being brought back to reality from her unintended daydreaming Olivia was made painfully aware of both Brook being very close to her and that the apron did nothing to hide her own pudge.
“I’M FINE, PERFECTLY FINE! Just uh, spaced out while waiting! Wow look it’s the meatloaf, looks super yummy!” Olivia scrambled for her words as she lit up like a Christmass light, red as could be.
Deliberately before Brook could respond she grabbed a nearby fork and quickly stuffed a bite into her mouth, hoping to shut herself up. It worked as she was then blindsided by the flavor of it.
“Mm?! Mmmm… Mmmmmmm…”
Chewing slowly, Olivia nearly melted at the taste. It reminded her of-
“OH MY GOD! Brook this tastes just like April’s!”
“You mean that?”
Olivia’s response was to just fork another, much bigger bite and gobble it up, moaning in delight.
“Great! That means I’m getting better, here I’ll just-”
Brook began to clean up, having finished off her own portion of loaf, when Olivia stopped her.
“A-actually, um, since you’ve already opened the meat and have the ingredients out and everything… would you mind making more meatloaf with the rest? April, and you now too, make some REALLY good meatloaf.”   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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