Brooke trotted barefoot into the living room, yawning widely as she squinted at the midday light streaming in through the curtains. A pair of black leggings strained around her prodigious backside, stretched almost to transparency across the wide spread of her hips and hefty buttocks. It was a backside that was noticeably a little larger, a little softer, a little more prone to jiggling with each step than it had been even a month before… and if Brooke kept up with the way she’d been eating these last weeks, it was only the start.
Mikayla looked up at her from the couch.
“Sup. Have a nice lie-in?”
“Uh, I guess,” Brooke murmured. She was sleeping later and later at the weekends these days. “How long you been up?”
“A couple of hours,” Mikayla shrugged, “You wanna sit down and watch a film or something? I’ll make pancakes.”
Brooke stretched. That did sound like a pretty blissful start to a weekend, but… something in her felt a little guilty about just how much she’d been taking it easy these past few weeks. She should probably do a little more to contribute this weekend herself. She'd been taking advantage of Mikayla's new niceness for long enough now that she was starting to feel a bit exploitative.
“Maybe later. I think I’d better go and get some groceries first, otherwise I’m just gonna spend all day on the couch.” ‘Yet again’ a little voice in her head added.
“I already put an order in, should be arriving this afternoon,” Mikayla said. Brooke blinked at her.
“Huh, thanks. Did you get-”
“Yup, I got bagels.”
“Huh. Well, I guess I’ll just do some housework then. I’ll hoover the-”
“I hoovered downstairs yesterday. You could do upstairs, I guess.”
For a moment Brooke thought about it – then she remembered the reality of having to lug their massive old vacuum cleaner up the stairs to the landing and quickly thought again. Her thighs burned just thinking about it.
“Maybe tomorrow…” she said, knowing that it wasn’t going to happen, “Well, I guess I’ll just… dust? Or something?”
Mikayla looked at her, half smiling.
“Seriously?”
“I… guess not. Screw it, get some pancakes on – let’s watch that new Ryan Reynolds film on Netflix.”
Mikayla jumped up and Brooke settled down with a sigh. She was feeling pretty hungry, and her extra sleep had just left her feeling more sluggish than refreshed. Perhaps she’d try to be a little more active tomorrow. For today, she could afford to take it easy.
She flicked the TV on and set up the film. The enchanting scent of pancakes wafting through from the kitchen was already making her mouth water, and her stomach let out a loud grumble to let her know just how grumpy it was with its present emptiness. She was glad Mikayla never skimped on portions when she was cooking... though she could probably learn how to go a little easier on the grease and sugars. It was always delicious, and Brooke had – as much as she'd deny it – one hell of a sweet tooth, but some of the stuff Mikayla put in front of her was sugary enough to melt enamel on contact.
Still, she couldn't help but lick her lips eagerly as Mikayla finally returned with two plates piled high. Sometimes, a nice stack of rich, syrup-drenched pancakes was just what a girl needed.
“Heeeere you go, bon appetit,” Mikayla said with a grin, setting the plate down on Brooke's midsection as she reclined on the couch. The plate wobbled slightly on the unstable foundation of Brooke's increasingly pudgy belly, the tall stack of pancakes quivering to and fro as she dug in. They were just as buttery and sugary as she'd imagined, the sort of meal you could only indulge in once in a while... though since Mikayla had started being so generous, it was increasingly more of a daily occurrence than a monthly one.
“Mm, thanks 'Kay,” she mumbled around a mouthful so calorie-dense it was in danger of collapsing into a black hole. Life was so much easier when her sister was this accommodating.
The film began, but she wasn't paying it much attention, instead concentrating on the huge pile of pancakes. This sort of thing was fun, but surely it wasn't going to last forever. Mikayla would drift back to her own ways eventually – it was kinda weird that she was still being so friendly a full month after the offence... which, in retrospect, hadn't even been that severe. The more she thought about it, the more it definitely seemed a little... odd.
Plus, she thought with a self-conscious wriggle, she wasn't sure her figure could cope with much more of this from Mikayla. Getting these leggings on that morning had required a lot more effort than she was used to, and for the first time she could remember she could see the beginnings of a proper belly bulging up around her midsection. Her body seemed to put most of her weight straight to her butt, thighs and hips, but at this rate she was going to have a full-on pot belly by the time Mikayla finally forgot that she wasn't supposed to be so nice all the time...
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