Chef Nicki

Feeling like a failure, Logan decided to skip his ride and walk home since he needed the exercise.  Another assignment over, not that he was making anything at that job anyway.  It was a feeling he was coming home with all too often.  Early twenties, eking out a living, living in his parents’ basement and with no job prospects he decided to have a talk with his mom and dad.
His mother was more understanding, so he waited until he had her alone before saying anything.  “So you’re thinking about going back to school?”  She seemed surprised.
He shrugged.  “I guess.  I can’t find a job.  I can’t even make enough money to move out again.  This sucks!”
“No money to move and no money for school.”  She told him.  “We certainly don’t have the money for that.  We can barely afford to keep you in our basement.”
The familiar dark cloud threatened to gather over his head once more, but he held firm.  Living in the basement was a bitter pill to swallow.  A too impatient little sister claimed his room before he had both feet out the door four years ago.  Unfortunately for him, his adventure on his own was brief.  He found an apartment and a roommate with no lease, and luckily so, because they both lost their jobs and had to bail.  When he did, the space next to the hot water heater was all his parents had left for him.
“I’ll have to get a loan.”  He shrugged.
“What are you going to take?”  His mother asked.
“IT I guess.”  Logan said.  “It’s something I know about anyway.”
“Well . . . what college were you thinking about attending?”  His mother asked.  “Community college?”
He shrugged.  “I was thinking Ohio State or Indiana.  A Big Ten school would look good on a resume.”
“Community college is the same education and far far cheaper.”  She said.
“It might be cheaper but it’s just as far and they don’t have dorms or anything like that.”  Logan said.
“Hmm.”  The wheels were turning in his mother’s head.  He figured she was just trying her best to avoid shelling out any cash for his education.  When it came to shelling out cash, he’d prefer not to do that as well.  “You know . . . your aunt lives in Cincinnati.”
“Yeah.”  He said.  “Your twin.”
“Very funny.”  She said.  His aunt and his mother were in fact, not only not twins but not even blood related.  Her ‘twin’ Dawn was a classmate turned step sister when their parents got together.  And they looked nothing alike, but they were the same age and somewhere along the way someone started calling them twins . . . it stuck.  “We always got along famously and she likes you.  I think she’d be happy to take you in and she lives just down the street from Cincy Community College.”
That was going to mean living in the same house with her daughter Nicki.  He smiled inwardly at the fond memories of the torment he inflicted upon her in their youth.  Teasing the chubby little brat, dunking her in the pool, taking her toys, pulling her pigtails . . . he smiled.  But then she got older and became annoying.  She was awkward, had a grating voice . . .  She was two years younger, maybe she moved out already.

It took his mother three minutes to get permission for him to stay with his Aunt Dawn and as the summer came to a close he was packing up riding to Cincy with his dad.  A cruel smile sat on his father’s face as he drove the pickup truck with his bags packed in the back.  He was a little too happy to see Logan go, in his opinion.
“Hi Logan.”  Aunt Dawn embraced him tightly and planted a kiss on his cheek.  It’d been a couple years since he’d seen her, but she didn’t look exactly the same to him.  She was a good looking woman in her mid-40s.  But she’d put on some weight since he last saw her.  ‘Some’?  When she hugged him, he sunk into her.  She was like a big warm cushion, her flabby arms were the size of his legs and her boobs were huge!  He was a semi-out of shape 140 pounds and she must have weighed three times what he did.  “It’s so good to see you!  Look at you!  All grown up.”
And she was all grown out!  Big and wide and blubbery.
“It’s good to see you too, Aunt Dawn.”  Logan said and he really meant it.  The last time he saw her, he just thought of her as a goofy old lady.  As he got older he realized she wasn’t that old, goofy yes, but . . . very attractive.  At the moment her new look had him thinking of nothing but motor boating in her chest and things that involved no clothing.
“I bet you’ll be happy to see Nicki again.”  Dawn said.  “She’s a student, too.  Different college, but she still lives here.  I’m sure she’ll be happy to show you around the city if you ask her real nice.”
Logan forced his thoughts back on the conversation.  “Uh . . . more like she’ll be happy to drop me off somewhere and leave me stranded.”
“No, no.”  Dawn laughed.  “She’ll be happy to see you.  I’m sure she’s forgotten all the teasing you put her through as a kid.”
“If you say so.”  Logan picked up his bags and followed Dawn’s massive swaying hips into the house.  He could have sworn she nearly bumped her hips on the doorjambs as she went in the front door.  Before she stepped in, she looked back like she wanted to hold the door for him, but for a fleeting moment there was a look like embarrassment on her face before she went inside.  Maybe she figured that he wouldn’t be able to get past her fat body if she held the door for him, she must have been well over 300 pounds.
“Make yourself at home, Logan.”  Dawn said.  “Nicki will be home in a little while and we’ll have dinner.”

Feeling unsure about the whole thing, he went for a walk instead of waiting around for Nicki.  While out, he grabbed a sandwich and didn’t get in until after she’d gone with friends.  He talked to Dawn for a long while and decided to go to bed before he was tempted to make a move on her.  She wasn’t wearing the same clothing as before, she changed into something more comfortable and it left nothing to the imagination.
What was she thinking wearing that white t-shirt that was somewhat see-through?  And tight jean shorts that accentuated the size of her billowing middle, a thick roll of heavy fat bulging out past a chest that must have been an E cup or bigger.  There were two big rolls, one that sat on top of her jeans and one confined inside her jeans.  Her thighs were well-dimpled and insanely wide.
As he crawled into bed, his thoughts kept coming back to the many, many pounds his aunt packed on and what it must have been like to have been able to watch her grow, feeding her hungry mouth like she couldn’t get her fill, overindulging on sweets, bursting out of her clothes, splitting seams, her willpower gone, she’s helpless to do anything but shovel in mountains of food any time it appeared.
At that moment he was thankful to have his own bathroom for privacy.

The next morning the most wonderful aroma pried his eyes open.  Since he lost his job he wasn’t used to getting up so early and hadn’t awoken to someone cooking breakfast in years.  But whatever was cooking demanded his attention.  Bleary eyed, he stumbled downstairs as Aunt Dawn was headed to work.
“Oh, good morning, Logan.”  She called.  “Don’t forget tomorrow we’ll take you to campus to buy your text books and then you can take a tour of the college.  Maybe Nicki can show you around the neighborhood today.”
“Okay.”  He mumbled.  It was all the sound his sleepy mouth could make.  The wiggle in her walk had him wanting to duck back into the bathroom with a bottle of lotion for a few minutes, but he resisted the urge.  What was that she said?  Something about Nicki showing him around?  She was probably a roly-poly pimply whale by now, too.  Just hanging out with her was going to be awkward after all these years.
At the moment, there was something delicious cooking.  Dawn shouldn’t have gone through all this trouble just for him.  He walked into the kitchen wondering where short fat Nicki was.  Beside the stove was a huge stack of pancakes, beside that a couple bowls, one with something purple, like mashed berries or something, the other with something creamy like ice cream.  Then there were sausages, they didn’t smell quite right, but they smelled damn good!
“Awake already?”  Nicki said.  Or it was Nicki’s voice anyway.  As he turned to regard her, in her place stood a tall incredibly beautiful blond.  She wasn’t short and fat and full of pimples, none of that.  She was curvy and her skin was flawless, he could tell that even with makeup.  She had no pigtails anymore, her hair was long and wavy . . . in fact, she looked a lot like Dawn used to except . . .
“You got tall.”  Tongue tied, he felt like an idiot, but this woman was so beautiful he couldn’t think straight.  She was taller than Dawn by a good six inches, maybe she was 5’9 or almost 5’10.  Which was taller than him.  He was only 5’7 . . . almost.
Her plump lips parted in a broad smile showing perfect white teeth surrounded by luscious red lipstick.  For a moment he thought he was getting a hug.  But she poked his belly.
“You got flabby.”  She gave his belly a hard pat before he could suck it in.  “I was worried you wouldn’t be able to finish this up, but you look like you can put away a lot.”
“Uh . . .”  He suddenly felt even dumber.  She just insulted him, he knew, but for some reason it turned him on.  He was awake just enough to feel the embarrassment of being taunted by a pretty girl.  Sure he gained a few but that was only because . . . well . . . why was it anyway?
“What’s wrong?  Cat got your tongue . . . Logan?  It’s about time you got your lazy ass up.”  Nicki said.  “Sit down and I’ll plate this up for you.”
“I was up late.”  Logan said.  He wasn’t up late, but he felt the need to defend himself.  Two seconds into meeting her and he was nervous like a schoolboy.  Why’d she have to get so hot?  He was looking forward to teasing her like before and now he couldn’t think straight.
“Uh huh.”  He could tell she didn’t believe him.  “I hope you’re hungry, I made more than usual and mom didn’t have time to eat . . . and she has a big appetite.”
“You cooked?”  Logan said.  “I didn’t know you could cook.”
Her look was incredulous as she slid a fully loaded plate under his nose.  She, not so nonchalantly, pointed to the degrees, certificates and awards hanging on the wall in the dining room and strategically placed on the fireplace’s mantle.  “I’m known as Chef Nicki.”
“Oh.”  Logan said.  “Well, this should be good then . . . whatever it is.”
It was a lame attempt to get a rise out of her and of course it didn’t.  She tossed her hair over her shoulder and leaned over him and finished preparing his plate.  He counted ten pancakes, though they looked a little different to him, different from a normal pancake.  As she leaned over him, she scooped from the berry bowl and topped it off with a dollop from the ice cream bowl.
“These are polenta pancakes.”  She said politely, perhaps too politely.  “With a sweet berry compote and—”
“Ice cream?”  He interrupted.
“No.”  She said.  “This is what whipped cream is supposed to look like.  And this is chorizo sausage hash.  Bon appetite.  We don’t like leftovers around here, so do your best to finish up, please.  Oh, and you’re doing the dishes when you’re done.”

Nicki went to the next room and pretended to do something, all the while keeping her eye on him.  He was old enough to drink, so she fixed him a tall mimosa.  A little alcohol was sure to dull his feeling of fullness and she was confident in her work to know it was good enough to keep him going.
Now that he couldn’t see her, she let a devious smile form on her face.  Tease her, did he?  Yes, he did and relentlessly at times.  She wasn’t holding a grudge, but there was nothing wrong with a little friendly revenge . . . or a lot of friendly revenge.  Besides, for what she had in mind . . . flabby little Logan would do it to himself.
Even now he was in the dining room shoveling his breakfast into his mouth mumbling how good it was.  She didn’t expect him to look so out of shape and flabby, this was going to be easier than she thought.  When she heard he was coming she planned to use her cooking skills to put a few pounds on him, just enough so he’d be embarrassed in front of his friends.
Before he could finish, she quietly returned to the kitchen for the rest and plopped it on his plate.  He’d been dipping into the compote and cream and she had to bite her lip to keep from chastising him.  She’d already put the correct amount on his plate, now he was drowning the pancakes and he wasn’t going to get all the flavors.  So what . . . let him eat.
It looked like he was struggling to get it all in, but it made her happy that he managed to do it.  She peeked over a row of books to watch him lean back and rub that little mound under his t-shirt.
“Do I really have to do the dishes?”  He called.
“Yes, Logan!”  She called back.  “Don’t be a freeloader!”
“Um . . . what should I do with the leftovers?”  Logan asked.
She scoffed.  “What leftovers?  Didn’t you like it?”
She made sure that when he looked up he saw her with her hands on her hips looking angry.
“Yeah, it was awesome!”  Logan said.
“Then, put the leftovers in your mouth!”  Nicki said and turned away so he wouldn’t see her smiling.  She knew she was hot and he was already wrapped around her finger.  There was something about the look on his face and she just knew.  Without looking, she knew his chubby butt was planted back in his chair spooning the whipped cream and compote into his mouth . . . but watching was so much more fun!

After she made him do the dishes he needed a nap, so she let him sleep a few hours before sneaking in on him.  When they were younger he was a drooler, he drooled in his sleep.  He was doing it again and for some reason she found it endearing.  His arm was wrapped around his side, his shirt rode up and his little plump belly hung out.
Her hand almost reached out and grabbed it, but she caught herself.
Then she kicked the mattress.
“Let’s go, Logan!”  She snapped.  “We don’t sleep all day around here.  Mom said to show you around, so get in the shower and let’s go.”

Nicki drove him around for a few hours, showing him all the highlights of the neighborhood and showed him which way to walk to college.  Since it was only about a mile and he didn’t have a car, he already mentioned he’d walk.  She wanted to remind him that there were going to be days when it rained or snowed and what was he going to do then? but it was going to be so much more fun to let him find out when it happened.
There were a few things she had to pick up at a specialty shop, so they went to the mall.  He said he wanted a couple novels and headed off to the book store and she went to a place she was well acquainted with called Bonnie’s where she was on a first name basis with the people there.
“Who’s the cute guy?”  Asked the owner, Bonnie.
“My cousin.”  Nicki said.
“Oh, too bad for you, huh?”  Bonnie said.
“Well, we’re not related, actually.”  Nicki said.  “My mom and his mom were step sisters—different parents all together.  So if I want to tie him up and shag him sometime, I’m free to.”
Bonnie blushed, but laughed heartily.  Speechless, she directed Nicki to the things she called about previously and a half hour later, she left toting a couple bags with fresh ground spices, a few kitchen tools she just had to have, and a bag of odds and ends she couldn’t find in regular grocery stores.
They agreed to meet back at the car.  She got there first and hit the air conditioning to keep her food semi-cold until they got back and a few minutes later Logan came to the door carrying two fast food bags and two huge cups of soda.
“What’s that?”  Nicki asked.
“Lunch.”  Logan replied.
“That’s a lot of food.”  Nicki said.
“I bought it for both of us.”  Logan said.
“I don’t eat that stuff.”  Nicki said.  “It gives me stomach problems.  Besides, I’m a chef and I just don’t eat that stuff.”
“Oh.”  Logan said.  “I wish I’d known that before I bought it.”
“Maybe you should have asked.”  Nicki said.
At first he nibble at it, so she purposely waited in the parking lot until the smell overcame his resolve and he dug in.  Then she looked through her bag as if she were taking inventory of what she wanted.  An idea came to mind.
“Shoot.”  She said.  “Forgot something.  I’ll be right back.”
She took her good old time going back to Bonnie’s.  Let Logan finish all that food.  She picked up a few more odds and ends and then got one of the pies from the bakery section.  Not just any pie, but one you wouldn’t find at the grocery store.  She kicked herself for not thinking of it before.
By the time she got back he was just finishing up with the fries.
“Here.”  She handed him the half-moon shaped pie.  “Since you like junk, you can eat this too.”
“Oh man, I’m so full.”  Logan said.
“Yeah, you probably are.”  Nicki said.
“I ate too much.”  Logan said.  “I wish you would have eaten your share.”
“None of it was my share.”  Nicki said.  “Can you eat that pie before we get home?  Mom’s been putting on so much weight lately and I don’t want it around to tempt her.”
“I’ve already eaten a lot.”  Logan said.  “The portions were huge.”
“I can tell you have a portion control problem just by looking at your gut.”  She grinned and then to coerce him into overeating even more, she bit her lip knowing he’d melt.  “You can make room for a little bitty pie can’t you?”
“I guess so.”  Logan sighed.
She patted his leg, letting her hand linger on his knee for just a moment.
“Thanks, Logan.”  She smiled.  “It means a lot.  Um, don’t mention it to mom though, she might be sensitive about her weight.”

Mother and daughter were quite a contrast, yet he found them both incredibly attractive.  He’d been seeing a lot of Nicki and he’d been looking forward to seeing more of his fat aunt, or step aunt, or . . . whatever.  Now that he discovered he was so attracted to her, he wasn’t sure what to call her.  But it was not to be, because she spent a lot of time, too much in his opinion, at her boyfriend’s.  Luckily, he managed to snap a few pictures with his iPhone and saved them to his iPad for later.
One picture was when she was getting out of the pool, dripping wet and her suit clinging to every jiggling dimpled pound.  It had only been a few weeks since he moved in, but he was starting to think there was something wrong with him.  Had he always been attracted to women her size?  Or was it just the fact that she gained so much weight?  Nicki on the other hand had lost a lot of weight and he was completely smitten if not downright afraid of her, or certainly intimidated by her beauty.
Neither were shy about showing it off, Nicki with her belly shirts showing abs, not completely flat, but not plump like she had been, and Dawn with her swimsuits.  When she and her boyfriend went for a late night dip, she must have though there were no wandering eyes, but Logan’s were.  Too bad the only pictures he got of her were in a one-piece.
It seemed the more they were willing to show, the more he found himself covering up.  Nicki had the nerve to say he got flabby.  Maybe he did, but that didn’t have to be the first thing out of her mouth.  Her teasing was pretty relentless, especially since he put on a few since moving in, hence feeling the need to cover up more.
She wouldn’t have so much flab to grab on him, if his jeans hadn’t gotten so tight.  A tight waistband only made his baby paunch stick out more.  Also she was such an amazing cook!  Well, technically she was an accomplished chef and she had the awards to prove it.  The only mystery about her was why she wasn’t bigger than Dawn.
“Mom?”  Stupid cellphones breaking up.
“Yes, Logan?”  His mom said.  “Can you hear me?”
“Yeah, I hear you now.”  Logan said and after exchanging a few pleasantries he got right down to business.
“You need more money?”  She asked.  “What for?”
“Well,” he knew she was going to ask and he also knew how to stretch the truth because he practiced, “I didn’t realize how beat up and old my clothes were and I need some new ones.  Also, you know, just regular day to day expenses.”
“How much?”  His mom asked and she didn’t sound too enthused.
“Well, I was thinking maybe $200.”  He winced at the anticipated response.
“I’ll send you half that and you can make do.”  She said.  “Are you being nice to Nicki?”
“Of course.”  He said and that was true, she was the mean one.
“Okay, well I’m just asking because you used to pick on her so much.”  His mom said.
“Have you talked to Dawn?”  Logan asked.
“Yes, and she said you two are getting along all right, but I wanted to make sure you were behaving.”  His mom said.
“Mom, I’m 24 I know how to behave.”  He protested and they said their goodbyes.  He wasn’t getting as much as he wanted, but he managed to finagle more than he expected.  At least he could get a new pair of pants.
As he walked out of the guest room he nearly ran Nicki over.
“Your mommy sending you money?”  Nicki asked.
“It’s a loan.”  He should have kept his mouth shut, he realized as soon as he spoke.
“Yeah, right.”  She smirked.  “Well, I hope you’re going to use some of it to get a new pair of pants before you turn blue from sucking it in.  Too bad you can’t suck in your ass, huh?”
Sometimes he could have slapped her, the way she looked over her shoulder, grinning, biting her lip . . . mocking him like she knew she had him . . . which she did.  Other times he wanted to giggle and eat more of her food.  He looked down at his belly so at least she wouldn’t see him smile, not so much from joy, but from nervousness.
Life with Nicki wasn’t as bad when Aunt Dawn was around.  And his mom asked if he was behaving?  He figured Nicki would be over the teasing after about a week, but she didn’t let up and the only time she did was when Dawn was around.  Then again when they were alone nobody had their eyes on Logan and he could keep his on Nicki’s awesome figure, watch that perfect butt sway as she hummed along to the tune in her head while she cooked.
But this evening, after she teased him, he went back inside the guest room to work on homework and that’s when the aroma of dinner hit his nose and his mouth immediately started to water.  He closed his app and snuck downstairs to watch her cook.  This time she had her chef coat on as she cooked and he couldn’t make out her shape.
Somehow she knew he was there.
“You may as well come in here instead of watching me through the leaves of that plant.”  She snorted.  “Weirdo.  Dinner’s almost ready anyway.”
“How did you know I was there?”  Logan asked.  What was wrong with him anyway?  As soon as he moved into their house he turned into a skulking voyeur, sneaking looks and hiding from view, watching fat Dawn wiggle around, ogling gorgeous Nicki’s chest and butt, or her legs, or her slightly soft belly, or just . . . her beauty in general.
“I always see you watching.”  Nicki said.
“No I’m not.”  Logan said, but wasn’t really sure why he bothered to deny it.  After weeks had gone by he was still intimidated by her looks.
But she grinned that mocking grin.  “Okay.”
“What’s with the jacket?”  He asked.
“I’m a chef.”  She shook her head.
“I know, but you wear it at home?”  He asked.
She sighed wryly.  “I work . . . I’m going to work in a few, but I want to get this recipe right before I go . . . lucky for you, you get to eat it.”
“Oh?”  Logan said.  “What is it?”
“This is caramelized chipotle chicken, with cheesy cream corn and cilantro, and this is a slaw with cabbage and stuff, mixed with a heavier cream sauce, but you look like you enjoy heavier food.”
“Thanks.”  He mumbled.
“Well, is that true or false?”  Nicki used her height advantage too often and leaned over him until he answered.
“I like it.”  He mumbled.
“A little too much I think.”  Nicki gave his belly a heavy pat like she had become so fond of doing.  “Go sit, it’s almost ready.  Oh, there’s a lot here so you might want to pop the button on those jeans or your tummy might just bust out of them.”
He chuckled helplessly.
“Just sayin’.”  She chuckled.  “You look a little big for those pants.”
“Isn’t Aunt Dawn here?”  He asked.
“No, she’s at her boyfriend’s.”  Nicki said.  “Why?  Are you too shy around her to eat with your pants hanging open and your gut hanging out?  She can see you’re getting fat as well as I can.”
“What?”  Logan squawked.
“Well . . . you are.”  Nicki giggled.  “Oh, look at the time.  I have to run to work, remember no leftovers and there’s tray of current raspberry bread pudding in the fridge.  It was for a customer but they couldn’t take delivery.  Maybe you and your friends can eat it this weekend?  Just eat it before mom gets home, okay?  The doctor really wants her to get below 350 pounds before Christmas.”
“Okay.”  Logan salivated from the list of ingredients.  Maybe he’d call his friends from class, he’d have to taste it first before deciding.
She piled as much on his plate as she could and left the pot in front of him, and then placed a huge pile of rolls and a tub of herb butter at his fingertips along with a bottle of dark beer to complement the flavors.
“Suck in chubs.”  She slipped her fingers into his tight waist and undid his jeans.
He gaped in something like shock or mortification, but she acted like it was nothing.
“Bon appetite.”  She giggled and messed up his hair and walked away.  “Get a haircut, tubs.”
“I don’t need a haircut.”  He mumbled as he dug into the heaping plate she gave him.
She ducked back into the dining room, hands on hips.  “I’m sorry, what did you say?”
“Nothing.”  He muttered.
“Uh huh.”  Her eyes narrowed.  “That’s what I thought.”
She watched him; he was afraid to look up from his food.  When he did he was timid.
She winked as she walked out the door.  “Don’t forget to do the dishes!”

“Hey Nicki, can I bum a ride home?”  Asked a sous chef by the name of Aimee.
It was cleanup time at Paddington’s.  The chefs rotated cleanup duty, but Nicki always volunteered.  The others might call her weird, but she enjoyed cleaning and it gave her a good workout.  Also she knew that if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself.  She slapped her sweat-dampened chef hat into her hand and wiped the matted blond locks from her face.
She nodded.  “As long as you don’t smoke in my car.”
“What?”  Aimee feigned innocence.  “I quit long ago.”
“Yeah, sure you did.”  Nicki said.  “Just don’t do it in my car.”
“Fine.”  Aimee grinned.  “Hey, how’s it working out with your cousin living with you?”
“Fine.”  Nicki shrugged.
“You were upset when you first told me about it.”  Aimee said.  “He’s not as bad as you thought?”
She shrugged.  “It’s fine.”
“Wasn’t he the guy who picked on you all the time?”  Aimee asked.
“Yeah.”  Nicki said.  Torment was more like it.  Tormented her to the point she needed therapy.  That was fine, too since she was getting revenge on him now.  It was also one of the reasons she didn’t date much, she just couldn’t trust men very far.  Even losing weight and becoming a mega-hottie didn’t help.
“So like, is he being cool, or is he still a jerk?”  Aimee asked.
“No, he’s okay.”  Nicki said.
“Is he cute?”  Aimee asked.
“He’s okay.”  Nicki said and couldn’t help but smile.
“What?”  Aimee smiled back.  “What’s that smile for?”
“Well, we’re not actually related you know.”  Nicki said.  “The last time he saw me I looked different.  Now he’s all bashful and stuff.  It’s like before he was just a bully.  Now he’s nerdy and all shy around me.  It’s fun.”
“Fun?”  Aimee said.
“Yep.”  Nicki smiled.
“Are you tormenting him now?”  Aimee asked.
Nicki’s cheeks were starting to hurt from smiling.  “Maybe.”  
“How are you doing it?”  Aimee asked.
Nicki shrugged.  “I have my ways.  Oh, I have to stop at Bonnie’s before she closes.  I need a few things for breakfast.”
“Better hurry.”  Aimee said.  “What’s for breakfast?”
“Oh, just the usual Saturday fare.”  Nicki said.  “Gotta feed my fatties.”
“Oh my God, your what?”  Aimee laughed.
“My fatties.”  Nicki winked.  “My mom and her boyfriend.  I make them breakfast on weekends sometimes.”
“That’s hilarious.”  Aimee said.  “They’re not really fat though.”
“Are you kidding?”  Nicki said.  “You haven’t seen them lately.”
“Really?”  Aimee asked.  “It hasn’t been that long.  Your mom is chubby at best.”
“Nope.”  Nicki said.  “She’s over 300 pounds and her fat ass boyfriend is almost as much.  I’ve discovered that as long as I keep putting food in front of them, they keep eating.”
“I know you’re an awesome chef, but . . . that’s abuse of power or something.”  She laughed and so did Nicki.
“They’ll all be my slaves soon.”  Nicki laughed wickedly.
“You’re too much.”  Aimee said.  “I’m glad we’re friends.  Wait a minute . . . I’m not as thin as I used to be.  Are you using your power on me?”
Nicki patted her leg before heading into Bonnie’s.  “Aimee, if I was trying to fatten you up, you’d know it . . . by now.”  She winked.
“Well what about your cousin?”  Aimee said.  “Is he one of the fatties or getting there?”
“He, um . . . may have gained a few.”  Nicki smiled.
“Well, just be careful.”  Aimee said.  “You know how you get when you start feeding the boys.”
“What?”  Nicki said.  “No.  No, no.  He’s not attractive at all.  He’s a nerd and all that.  He’s going to school for IT.  So, there’s no danger of me being attracted to him.  At all.”

“Hi sis.”  Logan’s mom said.  “How’s Logan working out there?”
“Oh he’s doing just fine and we love having him.”  Dawn said.  
“That’s great!”  Logan’s mom, Tanya said.  “How are he and Nicki getting along?”
“Very well!”  Dawn said.  “I spend a lot of time with my boyfriend you know, so they’re here alone and there’s never any trouble and Nicki never has any complaints.”
“Oh, that’s so good to hear.”  Tanya said.  “I know Logan was such a tormentor to her when they were younger.”
“Well there’s none of that going on now.”  Dawn said.  “In fact, if I didn’t know better, I’d say she has him wrapped around her finger.”
“Really?”  Tanya said.  “I’m surprised to hear that.”
“Nicki’s become quite a beautiful young lady.”  Dawn said.  “She’s really turning heads.  It’s so cute how he gets a little tongue-tied around her.”
“I bet she likes that.”  Tanya said.
“Who wouldn’t?”  Dawn said.

After first moving into his aunt’s house, Logan tended to spend most of his time in his room studying.  Once he learned Nicki’s cooking schedule, he found reasons to migrate to the kitchen or sit in the dining room.  Every chance he got he let his eyes drink her in.  Cautiously, he looked her over and hoped she never caught him.
At night he’d lay awake cursing himself for not being able to carry on a conversation with her.  Witty comments came to mind, memories of when they were younger he could bring up, funny jokes he heard . . . then he’d look into her green eyes and couldn’t form a sentence.  Or, he’d form a coherent thought and she’d cut him off with one word answers, or not reply to something he said.
The best part was the tasting, well, not if he was honest, the best part was checking her out when she wasn’t looking, but the tasting as she cooked was the next best part.
She gave him a strange look as he shuffled into the kitchen.  He could see her from the dining room table, but it was better to try to sneak in behind her and grab a Coke, that way he could check out her butt.  But he caught her attention as soon as he entered and she didn’t say anything until he got back to the table and sat.
“Logan, can you come here?”  She sounded a bit whiney; that meant she wanted him to do something for her.
He shuffled back to the kitchen.
“Um, pick up your feet please.”  Nicki said.
He groaned.
“Can you open this for me?”  She smiled weakly, looking helpless.  For someone who looked helpless she sure was . . . tall.  Sometimes she wore heels in the kitchen . . . sometimes he felt like she did it just so she could look down at him . . . like now.
As she towered over him, he suddenly felt a little helpless too.
He took the jar of mango something, something he couldn’t pronounce and started twisting . . . and twisting . . . and twisting.  The lid didn’t budge.  He squeezed so hard he saw spots before his eyes, but still the lid didn’t budge.
“Come on, Logan.”  She was coaxing him like one might coax a pet.  Then she reached out and squeezed his arms like she was checking his biceps, which didn’t help at all because when she touched him, he got weaker.  And alas, he was out of breath and still the thing didn’t open.  She sighed.  “Give it here.”
“Sorry.”  He panted.
She shook her head at him and as usual, he felt like a failure.  Reaching for an ice cream scoop, she tapped the lid all the way around, gave it a little twist and it popped right off.
“Thanks, Logan.”  She snorted and of course, he felt like a bigger loser, hung his head and skulked off to the dining room.  The moment his butt hit the chair, she called him again, and again he shuffled back into the kitchen.  “Lift your feet, please.”
“Sorry.”  Logan muttered.
“Here, try this.”  She held out a heap of the mango stuff that was in the jar.  It looked good, but he couldn’t smell it over all the pungent spices floating around the kitchen at the moment.  He reached for the spoon but she pulled it back and smiled . . . was she seriously going to feed it to him like he was a baby?  Yes.
For a moment, he felt dizzy.  Nicki fed him and he felt a surge of arousal so strong he thought he might pass out, he felt a stirring in his pants, his heart pounded, he felt a cold sweat form down the center of his back.  At that moment, as she watched the food go into his mouth, her lips were so plump and inviting he nearly made a move, or might have if he could have reached that high without standing on a box.
Her eyebrows going up broke his trance.  He must have had an idiotic look on his face as usual.  Think, Logan, think!  It was spicy but sweet and just a touch salty, or savory Nicki might call it.  He wanted to say something, but . . . it was hot!
And she was smirking.
“Whoa.”  He coughed.  “It’s spicy.”
She laughed.  “Silly boy.  I thought you could handle a little spice.  Here drink some cream.  It’ll put the fire out.”
He gulped it without thinking.
“No, it’s still hot.”  He coughed.
“Drink it slow, dummy.”  She scoffed, but poured him another glass.  “Slowwwwly.  Swish it around this time.  Better?”
He nodded, but couldn’t tell if it was better or not.
“Listen, this is practice for a very important client, so it has to be perfect.”  Nicki said.  “I’m going to need you to eat this for dinner tonight, okay?”
“Sure.”  He rasped.
“But I need your opinion of everything.”  Nicki said.  “Spicy, too spicy, not spicy enough, creamy, salty, or whatever.  Got it?”
He nodded.  “That stuff was too spicy.”
She sighed.  “Don’t be a wuss, Logan.  Look this is important.  I can call one of my sous chefs to do it, but since you like to eat I thought you could handle it.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”  Logan asked.
“What?”  Nicki asked.
“That I like to eat.”  Logan said.
“Are you kidding?”  She snickered, her eyes subtly went to his middle, then looked up again.  “Look, do you want to eat tonight or not?”
“Yeah.”  Logan said.
“Yeah, what?”  Nicki said.
“I want to eat.”  Logan said and felt stupid for wording his reply so sloppily, and she grinned at him, her eyes glanced over his belly again, making him feel self-conscious as if he wasn’t already feeling that way.
“Oh, I know you do, you little fatty!”  She laughed.  “And you will.  Now, don’t pout, Logan.  Sit at the table.  Sit.”

He felt a little nervous as she sat him down.  She looked a little too eager, more eager than he was comfortable with.  The first thing she brought was a bowl of pork and elk meatballs with a side of the chutney he thought was too hot.  Paired with the meat it flooded his mouth with saliva, he closed his eyes at the savory sensation.  He quickly ate them all, just in time for a second appetizer of samosas.
He was feeling full already.  There was no time to worry about it because a huge plate of masala on rice came next, with naan and deep fried vegetables.  She must have noticed him slowing down.
“You got a looooonnng way to go, Logan.”  She warned, and it was a warning.
It was a struggle to get it all down, but then the next entrée came.
“This is lamb curry with coconut.”  Nicki said.  “Do you need more naan?”
He shook his head fiercely.
“Are you sure?”  Nicki said.  “It goes well.”
“No.”  He grunted.

“Logan . . . you’re slowing down.”  Nicki said.  “Do you need me to pop your pants like before?”
He stopped chewing and as he nodded a look of horror came over his face like he just realized what he was doing.  So smitten by her, like he was her own personal little porker.  Now he was practically begging to be stuffed, like he was saying give my belly more room so you can force more food into it.
“You do?”  She giggled, standing over him with her hand on his shoulder.  He looked up at her, and he looked quite pathetic she thought.  Knowing everything she made was a blue ribbon dish, he had no control over himself, he’d keep eating as long as she told him to.
His stomach bulged over his belt, bulged out from behind his button shirt.
Whether she was joking or not, it was too late now.
“Suck in little hog.”  Nicki said and patted his bare belly.  “Freshman 15 already, college boy?  It’s not even Halloween yet.  You’re gonna get big if you don’t slow down.  Come on, suck it in.”
“Can’t suck in anymore.”  He groaned.
“I believe you.”  She said as he grunted when the button was undone.
“Oh man . . . that feels good.”  Logan said.  “So full.”
“Lots to go.”  Nicki said.  “But you love to eat, so you’ll do fine.”
For weeks she’d been overfeeding him, stretching out that belly, for just such an occasion as tonight.  Two appetizers, two entrees and three desserts and with his belt and pants hanging open and half his shirt buttons undone, he looked like he was ready to give birth.
He tenderly rubbed his sides, overstuffed like a cheese popper.
Now was the time for the friendly revenge.
“Oh, there is one more thing, hun.”  Nicki chuckled inwardly.  Calling her little hog hun would have him swooning, begging to please her, and she’d give him the chance now.  A minute or two grilling something, she put another big plate in front of him.  “This is shrimp vindaloo.”
As he ate, droplets of sweat began to form above his brow and a red hue came over his face.  It was spicy . . . hot.  He whined a bit, but forced it down.  Anything to please his beautiful housemate, she knew.
“Oh my God it’s so hot.”  He panted.  After a while the constant bombardment of capsaicin began to build until it was everywhere—embedded in his taste buds, in his gums and even around his mouth.  “Cream!  Cream!”
She brought him a quart and he began to guzzle.
“Not like that, Logan!”  Nicki said . . . after the carton was half empty.  “Slowly.  Swish!”
“Oh my God!”  He panted.
“Drink!”  Nicki said.  “Drink!”
With each swallow, his belly got a little bigger.  His shirt buttons were already undone or surely they would have burst off of him.  He looked ready to give birth before, and now he looked pregnant with twins.  The wide smile of mirth she wore slipped away when he started groaning.
“So full . . . I think I’m going to burst.”  Logan whined.  “Oh man . . .”
“Are you okay, Logan?”  Nicki asked.
“No.”  Logan whimpered.  “I’m so gorged . . . my mouth is on fire.  I think my stomach is going to rupture.”
She frowned.  What a wimp.  His stomach—obviously—wasn’t going to rupture.  But he was panicking.
“Calm down, Logan.”  She whispered and sat down beside him, and he sounded like he was starting to hyperventilate.  “Calm.”
He reached for his belly, but she pushed his hands away.  He was in a panic and she didn’t want him to focus on how huge he looked at the moment.  Once that feast digested he’d look closer to normal.  But with all the fat intake, once mixed with the carbs from bread and sugar, he’d keep a pound or two considering what else he’d eaten today.
“It’s okay.”  She whispered, letting her hot breath tickle his ears.  Her strong, but soft hands ran over his bare belly.  “Just relax.  You’re okay.  Does my hand feel good?”
His breathing slowed, became much deeper.  He closed his eyes and nodded.
“Good.”  She whispered.  “You’re okay.  Just relax.  It’s okay.”
A long rumbling, deep belch burst forth and he winced.
“Feel better?”  She giggled.
“A little.”  He groaned.
“You did good.”  She went back to whispering to keep him calm.  “I didn’t think you could do it, but you ate it all.  You really helped me out, hun, thank you.”
He grinned weakly.
She patted his belly very lightly.
“You know . . . I think this is a little more than the freshman 15.”  Nicki said.
“Is it?”  Logan asked.
She nodded.  “And I think you’re gonna get fat if you’re not careful.  Let’s get some more cream into you.  Your mouth is probably still burning.”
“It is.”  He said and took the swallows slowly as she instructed.
“You know . . . you’ve been such a big help to me . . . I want to do something nice for you.”  Nicki said.  “How about I make you something special tomorrow?”
“Like what?”  Logan asked.
“Anything you want.”  She said.  “What would you like?”
“I don’t know.”  Logan said.  “Maybe . . . a steak.”
“Steak?”  She snorted.  “I was thinking a French bread pizza, but okay.”
“Oh.”  Logan said.  “I didn’t . . .”
“That’s okay.”  She smiled and leaned into his ear again, whispering, letting him feel her hot breath on his lobe, her soft hand on his swelling belly.  “A nice thick steak . . . herb butter . . . big baked potato, buttery . . . sour cream, cheese, bacon bits . . . some nice sautéed mushrooms . . . fresh baked rolls . . . maybe some grilled chipotle shrimp on the side . . .  How does that sound?”
“Awesome.”  He whispered.
“Good.”  She rubbed his belly, firmly, helping him digest.  “Calm now?”
He nodded.  
“You’re such a good eater, Logan.”  She whispered.  “Just finish this up now.  One bite of vindaloo and then a swallow of cream.  Swish it, don’t gulp it, okay?”
He nodded.  “You’re not going to pick on me for panicking there are you?”
“Oh, of course not.”  She said, massaging, kneading . . .
“Thanks.”  He replied.
“I am going to tease you about the hard-on you’re sporting though.”  She smirked.
“What?”  His face glowed a deep crimson.
She patted his belly and left the dining room, not before turning back and winking.  “Don’t forget to do the dishes, fat boy.”

In the weeks that followed the overstuffing incident, Logan muttered barely a word to her.  It served only to amuse her all the more.  He was smitten, aroused and scared by her, all at the same time and she loved every minute of it.  All it took was a cursory glance at his crotch and a smirk to shut him down.  
She gradually increased his portions or gave him seconds when he hadn’t asked for them, nor did he speak up when she served him too much.  And so . . . he continued to get pudgier.
Now that the holidays were approaching, she decided on the next phase of her friendly revenge.  Midterms were coming up and he was going to be spending a lot of time studying.  To keep his fertile mind working, a growing boy like Logan was going to need plenty of snacks and she was all too happy to provide them.  Plenty of gourmet snacks in a hearty proportions.
As snack ideas swirled in her mind, motion outside her window caught her attention.
“Speak of the devil.”  Logan was climbing out of a car, one of his friends from school, she assumed and the others climbed out too to switch seats, so it seemed.  And they were . . . large.  “Well, well, well, what do we have here my round little nerd?”
His belly was getting prominent, but that wasn’t what she focused on.
“All your friends are . . . quite big.”  She smiled.  Three extremely fat friends to provide cover and bad habits.  She sucked her teeth happily.  “All too easy.”