chapter 37

The Gardener residence was immaculately clean. That Thursday, the entire family had buckled down to scrub and tidy every inch of the ranch bungalow. Floors were vacuumed, every surface was dusted within an inch of its life, and aerosol scents and warm candles mixed to give the November air a warm, toasty aroma.

All the junk food had been removed from sight, packed into large grocery bins and stored in the basement cupboard under the stairs. Michaela celebrated internally, knowing the entire family’s sweet and savoury indulgence were now only steps away from her room. As she put away the duster and window sprays, she wiped a few beads of sweat from her forehead. Her dad’s university shirt clung to her curves, marked with damp, sweaty adhesive. She hadn’t been this active in a long time.

Jackson was arriving tomorrow afternoon for the long weekend. Steve and Janice had both finished cleaning and took off to pick up all their Thanksgiving orders. They were like two new people. All week, they had been moderately eating and reducing their intake; almost every meal size had been halted, portions were healthier and virtually nothing ~tasty~ had appeared in front of Michaela all week. She was annoyed about it, and would have traded an arm and a leg for a box of ice cream sandwiches right about now.

She had lamented to Antony about the change. He was devastated, offering to drive over with fatty treats at a moment’s notice. Michaela thought better on it, that one week of habit change wouldn’t be the end of the world. She could hear Antony’s anxiety in his voice. He was afraid she’d lose weight.

Michaela had noticed that her belly felt less bloated and juicily packed. It settled to what is probably it’s normal girth, not looking as full or popping as it usually would. She wasn’t worried - Thanksgiving wasn’t a holiday known for its moderation of consumption. She was horny and eager to spend the weekend in a drunken, gluttonous daze. She was just worried she might be the only one.

Sarah seemed to have chilled out. She hadn’t exercised in a while, with the changing weather allowing her less freedom to go for runs and get fresh air. Michaela had noticed she had softened to a more ‘average’ size. It wasn’t anything noticeable, she just wasn’t as frustratingly athletic as she had been a month prior. Last weekend, Sarah had even taken to binging out a bit with Michaela, drinking too much wine and watching TV and absolutely gassing up the living room. She had missed those moments with her sister.

Michaela found Sarah sprawled across their leather living room couch.

“Fuck, that was so much.”

“Yeah,” Sarah said, barely looking up from her phone. “Guess they want to really make sure NOTHING goes wrong this weekend with buddy-boy.”

Michaela almost sat down on her dad’s large Laz-E-Boy. She knew if she did, she wouldn’t get up and for sure would pass out. She swayed sleepily as her sister flipped on the Food Network.

“I’m gonna shower and be right back up, I stink.” Michaela turned and shuffled her way towards the stairs - more exercise she had no intention of doing.

The hot steam clung to her sweaty body as she maneuvered her way through her increasingly small bathroom space. The single sink, toilet, and tub shower felt like they were closing in around the expanding beauty. A few times, she felt her back fat roll brush against the towel rack.

Michaela took her time, scrubbing every soft inch of her blubbery body. The water coated and cleaned her skin, sneaking into every roll and crevice. Michaela was zonked, and sat in the shower, allowing the stream to smack heavily against her big, balled belly in her lap. She put both of her hands on her massively fat gut and squeezed. The shower head continued to spurt warm water, trickling down between her legs, as she lifted her very heavy gut. It slapped onto her thighs, and rippled waves of pleasure in her pelvis.

With one hand clutching her gut by the belly button, and the other barely wrapping around her girth to find her clit, Michaela masturbated furiously in the hot water. She could barely even get her fingers to touch herself the way she could, with her huge boobs and belly blocking her access. This only made her cum harder.

Wrapped in fresh towels and feeling absolutely exhausted, Michaela collapsed onto her bed and shut her eyes - just for a moment. She caught sight of the 1:33pm digital clock, and then…

It was dark outside when she opened her eyes. 5:24pm. She had slept the whole afternoon off.

She rolled over, the towel long having conceded the battle to fit around her globular circumference. Sarah stood at the door, two pies in her hands. A bottle of wine was tucked in the crook of her arm.

“Well, good morning sleeping beauty. Mom and Dad just had quite the blow up.”

Michaela was groggy. “Wait, really?” Her heart dropped to hear it. She figured they might, given the whole Eve of Jackson’s Arrival but…it still made her sad.

“Yeah. They’re just stressed I think. So, I have these two test pies - apple, pumpkin - and this bottle of wine, and I have rotisserie chicken and potatoes upstairs. And you and I are gonna hide out here so they can do their thang. Deal?”

Michaela’s stomach made a noise so loud and desperate, it almost answered the question. She was always starving after a nap.

“I love you Sarah!!!” She jumped up, wrapped herself in her sheets and went to get changed. Sarah watched her enormous sister slide into festive fall pyjamas and a big white T-shirt with too tight sleeves. She tossed a big cardigan over her shoulders and popped the wine open.

They put on an old Disney movie from their childhood and dug into the bottle of wine. When Sarah went up to get dinner, Michaela grabbed her by the waist and mumbled, “Maybe another vino, too?”

“Duh???” Said Sarah. “We gotta stock up for the next few days. I plan to be tipsy 24/7 to endure that asshole.”

Sarah had much stronger opinions on Jackson than Michaela did. But it fired her up, and Michaela giggled.

By 7pm, Michaela’s room was perfumed with the rich aromas of a roasted chicken and a sheet pan of beautiful potatoes. No veggies were featured this evening.

Michaela was greedily pulling scraps from the chicken carcass as Sarah produced the pies on the bed and cut them in half.

“Half apple for you, half pumpkin for me. So we can both try, so that I know which one to make this weekend for Thanksgiving dinner.”

Michaela accepted the tin with a deep lust in her eyes. “Okay, but just try to keep up. In order to get the full experience, I have to eat this whole pie tin to know which one is best. I don’t know if you can fit a whole pie into your petite figure - “

Sarah laughed sloppily.

“ - BUT we’d love to see you try.” Michaela dug in right away, smacking her lips indulgently.

She ate the whole plate.

And so did Sarah.

“My lil’ taste tester, I’m grateful for you.” Sarah said as she patted Michaela’s very full belly. She burped politely in response.

The two stayed all night in their basement repose, overindulging and eventually drifting off to sleep side by side in their bed, just like when they were kids.