chapter 1: first contact

Never trust a skinny cook they said..
They were right.

It all started in my early 20s. Wanting to finally move out of my parents house and gain some amount of independence. My job as a "Spicy Artist" provided me with the freedom of working from wherever life would bring me.

That somewhere turned out to be with my uncle, Lawrence, across the country. Newly retired and living alone, he for sure could use some company, and I never disliked him at family get-togethers. So why not?

Stepping out of the taxi, suitcase dragging behind me, looking up at his not un-impressive townhouse outside of london. I never would have imagined that this was the starting point to a slippery slope I would not be returning from.

My uncle greeted me at the door himself, a rather small man in his late-50s. Maybe small was a bit of a stretch, he was merely slightly shorter than me, and, despite his much riper age, more in shape. Thinking about it, it was quite surprising how a man working in a kitchen his entire life would stay so thin.. but perhaps it was not that crazy.

I did feel a bit self aware about it as he toured me through the various rooms in his home. Years of loving food and being lazy has left me with a body that noticeably deviates from the word "thin". Speaking of food, it was getting a bit late in the day and I hadn't eaten since the airplane...

As if he could hear my thoughts, Lawrence lead us into the kitchen, where a large array of pans and pots were cooking away.

He smiled. "And now the best part of living with a chef: " his finger pointed towards the food, finishing the sentence for him.
"I love to cook and I hope you love to eat" His eyes didn't dart down to my midsection, but I felt like he knew that I knew he was right.

"Well, who doesn't?" was my bashful reply, making him erupt with laughter. "That's the spirit"

Once the meal began, all my concerns washed away. It was the type of food that tasted great even if you weren't that hungry. It still tasted great when you were starting to get full. It still tasted great when you were stuffed.

Soon I was huffing and puffing, scrambling to get the last bites of food inside of me, accepting the offer of dessert cake from Lawrence.

"Well, I'm glad you like it" My uncle seemed pleased with himself. "Yeah, it was amazing" I replied as he stood up and reached for my empty plate, littered with crumbs and smear of delicious chocolate cake.

"How about you go get moved in to your room, I'll clean up down here"

And as I fell victim to food coma in my bed, my uncle was busy downstairs, cleaning up and excitedly planning his next culinary project.

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Authors note

I am excited to start a new story, this time will be focusing on shorter but sweeter, and being fattened up by an in-shape feeder.

Also no incest, if I end up getting horny and make them a pair there will be an in-law loophole. (uncle was married to biological aunt, is not actually related to mc)