“God I wish I could have seen her face when she read that note!” laughed Isabella, her plush gut bouncing as she did.
“Yeah me too” smirked her husband Benito, casually side eyeing his wife’s jiggling frame “that took some guts facing up to her like that Gina”
Gina blushed as she placed a platter of spiced meats onto the table before her sister and brother in law before she took her own seat, surrounded by rices, two types of pasta, a large serving dish of dauphinois potatoes as well as freshly baked garlic breads and tortillas.
“Seriously Gina, you did good fronting up to that witch” complimented Isabella as she loaded up what was inevitably the first of many plates that night “and not to mention...oh my god, this is amazing!”
Benito was also starting on a much smaller plate and was far more reserved than his corpulent wife but was just as appreciative as he softly smiled from the second the first mouthful hit his tongue.
“Oh stop you two” Gina insisted as she tucked in to her own food “this is just practice, nothing special”
“Please Gina, your practice dishes put anybody else to shame in this city” insisted Isabella through a repeatedly replenished mouthful “although that is...mhm, so good...not to say you can stop practicing here”
Despite the tease Gina had a long standing arrangement that she would visit her sister at least once a week which would give her chance to trial new recipes in a more friendly atmosphere before taking them to the family restaurant.
That said, the fact such visits had increased to twice a week since Isabella’s wedding with Benito often reminding the younger Bianchi she was welcome whenever she wanted had only benefitted both sisters.
On one hand Gina got to experiment more and more which had undoubtedly contributed to her rapid rise in success whilst Isabella had a blinding excuse to refresh her wardrobe regularly as her figure ballooned out of any and all clothing at the hands of her sister’s irresistible cooking in no time at all.
“I think what your sister is trying to say is that your set to make some huge leaps forward as a business woman and you shouldn’t feel obligated to be spending all your time here” reassured Benito with a glint in his eyes as Isabella swatted at him whilst complaining through a full mouth that she swallowed awkwardly.
“Shut up babe, I’d starve if Gina stopped coming over” moaned Isabella with almost genuine concern painted across her comparably slender facial features.
“Somehow I doubt that sis” teased Gina with a forkful to her lips as she watched Benito playfully squeeze Isabella’s belly through her straining blouse.
It was always sweet seeing the married couple interact as well as the love that oozed from them whenever they were together. Gina was jealous of the genuine nature of her sister’s marriage whilst her own love life was usually more superficial with men usually just fawning over her looks.
Whilst not interested in gaining weight, and certainly not to the extent that Izzy had, the couple before her certainly sold the concept as appealing.
*****
The night rolled on as the three people chatted and ate and drank a suitably copious amount of wine which inevitably led to giddiness.
“Imagine that Gloria woman when you push her out of the industry Gina” mused Isabella, still putting away plates of food long after Gina and Benito had finished eating.
The fact she’d had to undo her belt and allow her bulging belly to rest free of denim on her lap suggested Isabella herself maybe should stop but her appetite ran as deep as Gina’s culinary talent.
“We’ll see Iz” purred Gina having reclined in her chair to enjoy her wine “it’s still early days yet”
“So cynical, you know Gina you should really BUUUURP” belched Isabella, causing her to flush slightly as a hand shot to her belly, softly sinking into the sun kissed skin.
“Oh really?” teased Gina, trying not to laugh by biting her lip whilst Benito snuggled against his wife, kissing her cheek.
“Oh shush, like you’ve never burped before” complained Isabella as she rested against Benito, taking his hand and placing it on her belly.
“Well you’ve got me there” admitted Gina as she continued to sip on her wine “seriously though, you think I can beat Gloria? Even when she tried to get us shut down with Scrowler?”
“Clearly didn’t work though right?” replied Benito having read the review the critic had written after his impromptu visit, which had been distributed around as many colleagues and clients the labourer could get it to.
“I suppose” murmured Gina as she recalled the glowing endorsement Scrowler had given.
“Besides, all your food is better than anything SHE could produce even on her best day” interjected Isabella, idly massaging her own bloated belly alongside her husband’s efforts.
“You think?” asked Gina, trying not to sound too shaken.
“Lover boy here didn’t marry me because your food made me sick sis” matter of factly declared Isabella with a proud and knowing jiggle of her belly.
“Maybe you’re right” thought Gina as she sipped at her drink.
‘Hmmm, more wine needed’
*****
“All I’m saying is” slurred Isabella as she wiped a chocolate smear from her lips with the back of her hand “is Gloria’s sister as fat as me?”
Gina looked her sister up and down before relenting a tipsy nod from behind her glass.
“I don’t even know if she has a sister”
“Well then she definitely isn’t fatter than me” asserted Isabella “and all good chefs need a fat sister”
For all the sayings about chefs that one didn’t ring a bell with Gina but who was she to argue with her most loyal customer.
“Isn’t it about time you ladies got some sleep?” suggested Benito with a cup of coffee in hand having opted out of continuing to drink some time back whilst the girls carried on.
“I guess” sighed Isabella “help me up!”
Benito sighed with a smirk before setting his coffee down and making his way round to his wife, taking her hands in his.
“Come on babe, pull!” groaned Isabella as she laboriously rocked in her seat.
Benito didn’t respond, instead giving a more forceful pull which did the trick of bringing Isabella to her feet causing her whole body to wobble.
Every inch a Bianchi woman, Isabella’s hips spread wide on her figure even whilst stood with fat thighs wedged together in her tight jeans whilst a smooth roll of belly fat hung over the waistband of said jeans, holding them up in their unbuttoned and unbelted state.
“Hey ten bucks say you can’t button them” teased Gina, resting herself on all fours over the arm of the sofa as she looked over her sister’s hulking midriff.
“You’re on” accepted Isabella as she reached under her belly to grab the two flaps of material trapped there before pulling them up over said gut ahead of trying to pull them together.
The Herculean task proving to be just that as the rolls of flesh squeezed together and against themselves in great bulges, a stretching belly button mocking the open air as denim refused to meet denim.
Finally though...
“Urgh fine, you win” relented the older and larger Bianchi sister as she let go off the flaps, allowing her belly to sag back to its original place against her bulbous thighs.
Gina laughed in her victory as she jumped up from her seat and strutted her skinny self past her sister towards the guest room where she stayed whenever she cooked for her sister.
“One day this’ll be you Gina” Isabella three after her sister in a mock sulk that was only appreciated by herself.
“Oh I’m sure it will” mused Gina with a toothbrush sticking out of her mouth and a coy tipsy smile on her face.
“You just wait then me AND mama will both laugh” teased Isabella as she waddled past the open door to Gina’s room.
“You keep telling yourself that sis” purred Gina.
“Oh I will” replied Isabella with a smile “now if only we had a third sister that cooked even better than you and got you to taste test everything”
“Tell you what Iz” announced Gina, lounging against the doorframe of her room, her shirt rising over her flat stomach as she spoke “you learn to cook and I’ll taste test EVERYTHING”
“Deal” cheered Isabella as she closed her bedroom door with muffled sweet nothings been fired her way.
Collapsing back into the large guest bed Gina stared up at the ceiling with her fingers interlinked over her stomach.
“You know, I think I can kick her ass now” she quietly pondered as she mentally ran over her business plans.
‘Yep, Gloria won’t know what hit her’ Gina thought as she curled up to go to sleep.
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