Starting the Day off Right... (T+K fic pt. 1)

Tasha slowly drifted back to consciousness. There was something on her collarbone. It felt… nice… She half-smiled and reached a hand back behind herself to hold Kat, who was spooning her. “‘Morning…”

Kat didn’t respond. As Tasha's mind freed itself from its sleepy haze, she realized what that feeling on her collarbone was. Kat was nibbling it, meaning her mouth was certainly too busy to greet Tasha back.

The smaller brunette managed to twist her head enough to give her eager girlfriend a peck on the head. “You’re certainly full of energy today… usually you’re not up until eleven on our days off…”

Kat stopped her nibbling, laying her head on Tasha’s shoulder. “I thought we could have a little fun today. It’s not often we get a three-day weekend, after all, so we should make today… special~.”

A shiver ran down Tasha’s spine. “I like the sound of that, but that doesn’t explain why you’re waking me up at…” Tasha scrounged around for her phone on her nightstand. She unlocked it and brought it close to her face, her lack of contacts making reading the time a challenging feat. “...nine? Actually, this is late for me, isn’t it…”

“Guess I really tired you out last night, huh?” Kat cooed, running a finger down Tasha’s spine.

Tasha shivered. Her cheeks felt a bit hot despite the chill morning air on her face. She twisted her body around and buried her face in Kat’s chest, wrapping her arms around the taller woman. “It’s not fair to use the bike pump and you know it…”

“If you didn’t love it, I wouldn’t use it~” Kat teased, playing with the hair at the base of Tasha’s neck. “You know, it’s pretty nice being the first one awake for once. I don’t usually get to see your face all droopy from being sleepy.”

“Your face is droopy…” Tasha mumbled back. She was getting tired again, the warmth of her partner’s body lulling her back into dreamland.

“Oh, don’t go falling asleep on me again,” Kat purred. “Here, does… this help?” She continued as she started teasing the sensitive spot right in the small of Tasha’s back.

Tasha sighed softly and squeezed closer to Kat. “Mmm… tha’s nice…”

“Yeah, sleepy geek? How about… here?” Kat’s hand moved further south to find the soft slope of Tasha’s rear.

The tired woman couldn’t help but perk up a bit as Kat worked her magic. At the moment, there was one other thing on her mind besides going back to sleep… and luckily, she could do some teasing of her own with the two peaks right next to her mouth

Tasha could feel Kat’s heartbeat speed up through her chest as Tasha started to play along. “Oh- oh! I really gotta start remembering that you can be just as horny as- AH - I am~!”

Tasha pulled her head away from Kat’s now damp chest to look Kat in the eyes, licking her lips. “Yummy.”

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The bathroom door opened to release a cloud of raspberry-scented steam as Tasha shuffled her way out, squeaky clean after her and Kat’s morning exercise. Kat had hopped out early, saying that she had something to prepare. She was definitely up to her old tricks again. Tasha couldn’t help but feel her body tingle in anticipation. The only question now was who’s waistline was going to suffer this time: her’s or Kat’s? Or maybe both…

The short woman yawned as she slunk out into the living room. She’d been spending a lot more time here recently. It was nicer than her family’s home and she didn’t have to care about her mom getting pissy at her for walking out in an oversized tee and panties even though her father and brother could care less. Plus she usually got the added treat of seeing Kat eventually wake up and groggily come out for coffee. She was even worse about clothes in the morning than Tasha was, after all.

But there was something a little different about the living room today. Tasha noticed it the moment she walked into the room. It… it smelled amazing. Tasha wanted to swoon, it smelt so good. A glorious mixture of rich and delicious flavors mingled in the air, practically dragging Tasha by her nostrils into the kitchen.

As Tasha poked her head into Kat’s kitchen, her girlfriend looked over at Tasha and grinned proudly. “Hey there, nerd. Just about done with breakfast! Do you wanna eat in here or in the living room?”

“Uh…” was the only semblance of a word that escaped Tasha’s mouth as she looked at the kitchen counters. They were littered with dishes. A mountain of waffles, a salad bowl filled with scrambled eggs, a platter of breakfast sandwiches, a pyramid of breakfast burritos- actually… those were all Kat’s favorites…

Tasha narrowed her eyes at Kat. “You don’t cook. You make easy meals or prepare cold food. So why the cooking?”

Kat slid a fried egg off of her frying pan and onto an English muffin, making yet another breakfast sandwich. “Oh, I was just feeling a bit hungry, so I thought I’d make breakfast for once. What, is it so horrid of me to treat my sweet and lovely bedbug to a little morning treat?” Kat turned and gave Tasha some exaggerated puppy-dog eyes at the last part.

Tasha continued to stare suspiciously at all of the food. “It’s not horrid. It’s great. But you don’t do great, so I’m concerned.”

Kat feigned shock and grabbed her chest. “Oh, I’m hurt! Truly!” She held her pose for a second, then started snickering. She cracked and let her shocked expression drop into a smirk. “Ah, fine! I might as well tell you. Since we both have today and tomorrow off… I was thinking…”

“You want to eat most of this? And then we have sex again?” Tasha asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes and no!” Kat replied. She undid her apron (it read ‘put bun in oven here’ with an arrow pointing down at her navel) and hung it up on a little peg. “Yes, I do want to eat most of this. And yes, we could have a little fun afterwards. But no, it doesn’t stop there!”

Tasha couldn’t help but feel a bit excited at that. “Ok, so… what’s the next part?”

Kat grinned widely. “Then we make some pasta. And maybe empty a few boxes of cereal. And later on, we’ll order takeout. A lot of Chinese. Then we can order pizza. Then maybe some more Chinese… oh, and maybe a cake! And-”

“Woah, hold up a second,” Tasha interjected, holding up a hand. “That’s a lot of food. I know you’ve got a big capacity, but even that’s a bit much, isn’t it?”

“In one sitting, maybe,” Kat replied. She picked up a breakfast sandwich and nibbled on a bit of protruding egg. “But across a whole day? The food’s gonna start moving down, filling out my whooooole belly… and yours too, if you want to join me~.”

Tasha stood still, letting Kat’s idea process. “...We’re gonna get so fat doing this…”

Kat shot Tasha a finger-gun. “You mean I’M gonna get so fat doing this. You’re a little alien freak who can eat a whole cake and gain only a single pound.”

Tasha sighed. “It went straight to my ass but I lost it by the end of the day. I miss that pound.”

Kat leaned against the counter and opened up the fridge next to her. Inside, Tasha could see a tall pitcher containing a solid yellow drink. A gigantic banana smoothie. Tasha’s preferred breakfast, though not in such a large portion (usually). Kat raised an eyebrow. “If you’re not in, we can always just call it with just breakfast. We could have our fun, then maybe go somewhere once all the food’s settled. Or 2e could rent a movie or play some Mario Party…”

Let’s see… Tasha could either have a heavy breakfast, then have a regular chill day with her slightly stuffed girlfriend. Or she could get stuffed to the max by eating all day, then have hot and bloated sex with her equally packed girlfriend until neither of them could feel their legs anymore. Hmm. She wondered which one was the better option. What a conundrum. How would she ever choose?

Tasha walked forward and grabbed the pitcher of banana smoothie out of the fridge. She popped the lid off and brought the edge of the pitcher to her lips. She swallowed a heavy gulp of smoothie, barely registering the mellow taste, and then another. She slowly turned the pitcher further and further up to keep the fruit sludge sliding into her mouth.

After downing about half of the enormous smoothie, Tasha finally tore herself away from the pitcher. She let out a good-sized belch, then glanced over at Kat with a petty little smirk. “Well? Weren’t you going to eat?”

Kat’s grin widened. She ran a finger along Tasha’s upper lip, wiping off her banana mustache, and licked her smoothie-covered finger clean. “You bet your sweet ass I am. If you want a plate, grab it quick ‘cause this little spread isn’t gonna last for long.”

Kat chomped into the breakfast sandwich she was holding, devouring the whole thing in three bites. Then she grabbed another and did the same to it. Tasha moved away from the fridge, taking her smoothie with her. She did feel like having a bit of scrambled egg and a waffle or two. Tasha didn’t usually like solid foods in the mornings, but between waking up late and her anticipation of the day's activities, she was feeling a bit more peckish than usual.

She filled up a plate with two waffles, a hefty scoop of eggs, and even grabbed a breakfast burrito. She drenched the whole lot with syrup, then pushed aside the plate of burritos to sit down on the counter to eat. The couch was comfier, but from the counter she would get to watch Kat gorge herself on the most important meal of the day. And who didn’t like breakfast with a show?

The ravenous woman had made short work of the breakfast sandwiches. There had probably been close to a dozen on the plate, but Kat had already scarfed them before Tasha had managed to fill her own plate. Now she was slathering her tower of waffles with syrup and butter, licking her lips. She was actually wearing more clothes than usual this morning, but that only meant that she’d thrown on a cut-off nightshirt along with her usual plaid boxer briefs. Her belly was still on full display, giving Tasha a pleasant eyeful. It was already starting to bulge outward with all those muffin-sized sandwiches making a dent in Kat’s lithe figure. Tasha couldn’t wait to see how much bigger it would be by the end of those waffles.

By the time Kat had slaughtered the tower of (breakfast) power and moved on to the giant bowl of eggs, Tasha had mostly cleaned her plate. She was feeling pleasantly full at this point, the half-pitcher of smoothie and generous plate of food sitting heavily inside of her stomach. She pulled up her oversized tee to get a good view of herself. She had a pretty decent paunch developing already. Still, ‘paunch’ definitely wasn’t what Tasha was going for.

She took her eyes off of herself to return to the rest of her smoothie. Tasha once again raised the pitcher to her lips, letting the sweet, sweet banana mush slide into her mouth. She went slower this time, not wanting to upset her stomach before the day had even truly begun. But even going slowly, Tasha still managed to drain the second half of the smoothie in just a few minutes.

The empty pitcher made a good thunk sound as Tasha unceremoniously set it on the counter. She puffed up her cheeks and let out another large belch. Chugging always made her so gassy. She patted her belly happily, feeling how much more solid it was with all that smoothie in it. Her paunch had been promoted to a food baby. Nice.

Another burp echoed throughout the kitchen, but not from Tasha this time. Kat was taking a second to relax, leaning against the counter with one hand rubbing her stomach. It was larger than Tasha’s, though not by too much. But she also still had the whole plate of burritos to go.

Tasha eyed the pyramid of toasty tortillas, a bit of saliva pooling in her mouth. “So, uh… you gonna finish that?”

Kat glanced over at Tasha, then down at her food baby. Her nose twitched mischievously. “Well… I  was planning on it, yeah. But if you’re still oh-so hungry, then I guess I could let you have it. And I can start making brunch while you’re eating.”

Tasha wasted no time in taking another burrito for herself, then slid off the counter. “I can’t let you do all the cooking yourself. You made breakfast, so the least I can do is help with brunch.”

Kat was grabbing her apron once again. “Sure. We can both eat while we cook. I prepped a lasagna last night while you were finishing up that PowerPoint for your debate class. If you could grab it out of the fridge and put it in the oven, then I can get a couple of pots of water started.”

“No problem,” Tasha replied. She took a hefty bite out of her burrito then set it down to go to the fridge. She opened up the doors and immediately found the lasagna in question. It would’ve been harder to miss it, really. “I don’t know which I’m more surprised about at this point; the fact that you always put so much time and effort into these big days of ours or that I’m so dense that I never manage to notice beforehand.”

From over by the sink, Kat shrugged. “Honestly? Same. But you wouldn’t be you without being as dense as your awful Valentine’s pudding.”

Tasha shivered. “Don’t remind me. And don’t let me make pudding ever again.”

Kat walked over from the filling pasta pot to give Tasha a peck on the cheek. “It was still delicious though. Even if it was closer to a brownie than pudding.”

Tasha felt her cheeks rise ten degrees. “Sh-Shut up or I won’t let you eat any of the lasagna. I’ll eat it myself.”

“Maybe that was the plan all along~” Kat crooned, sliding a hand underneath Tasha’s tee to feel her rounded belly. “After all, there’s a lot of spinach in that, and you know how much I like spinach…”

Tasha gulped. Kat likes spinach like a mongoose likes snakes. As in not at all. She hates it enough that she feels ill at just the taste of it. So the lasagna really was… oh boy.

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By the time they’d finished cooking brunch, the two women had completely polished off the pyramid of breakfast burritos. The continuous snacking as she cooked kept Tasha feeling full even after close to an hour in the kitchen. And with the sheer amount of food they’d cooked up, there really was no choice but to eat either at the dining room table or the couch. One of those options was far comfier than the other for a couple of bloated women in their nightclothes, so the choice was easy to make.

Tasha set the last bowl of fettuccine on the coffee table and took stock of the filling feast the two of them had made. A large pot of thick spaghetti with meat sauce split into four bowls, a large pot of fettuccine alfredo split into four bowls, a large pot of butternut squash ravioli split into two salad bowls, a full loaf of garlic bread, and, of course, the massive lasagna. The small woman felt her stomach flop nervously at the thought of just the two of them eating so much food.

Kat was already reclined on the couch, a bowl of spaghetti resting on her belly. She started twirling the noodles onto a fork. She glanced up at Tasha. “Remember, we’re not going for speed here, babe. We’re just gonna keep eating at whatever pace works best.”

Tasha sat down on the couch and took a bowl of fettuccine for herself. She would likely only have a single bowl of each type of pasta (half a bowl for the ravioli) since she had the lasagna all to herself. Still, that was… “...Are we… really going to be able to eat all this?”

Kat finished spooling up a great glob of spaghetti. She looked at Tasha and shrugged. “No clue. I’ve never done anything like this before.” She put the whole spool into her mouth. Her eyes sparkled, and she started twirling her fork again. “This sauce is incredible! You said it’s your dad’s recipe? I’ve gotta make sure to write it down later!”

The smaller woman stared blankly at Kat, then back out at the mountain of food they’d made. Well… it was only natural if they couldn’t eat it all. And they could just put it away for later. But if they did end up eating it all… that would be…

Tasha’s racing heart from her imagination beat out her nervousness by miles. She took up her own fork and dug in. She had a mini orgasm as the alfredo sauce hit her tongue. Having a chef for a dad really was the best! Thanks for the recipe, dad!

Before she knew it, Tasha had slurped down the whole bowl. She sighed contentedly as she set the bowl aside, patting her stomach. Breakfast had settled a good amount, pushing out her lower belly more. The bowl of fettuccine had started to undo some of that settling though, bringing some definition back to Tasha’s upper belly. Still, Tasha wasn’t full yet. She could definitely fit some more inside…

While Tasha absolutely wanted to eat some of the meat sauce or the ravioli, she figured that she could just ask her dad to make it sometime. This was Kat’s first time having it, so she should be able to eat to her heart's content. Besides, Tasha had her own dish to work through.

Tasha scooped out a hefty slice of the lasagna and put it into her empty fettuccine bowl. It was dripping with marinara and ricotta with a hearty amount of spinach visible in between the layers. Tasha gulped, and with a bit of hesitation, brought a forkful to her mouth…

It… it was good. It was really good. Not five-stars-dad-chef good, but still incredibly good. Tasha looked over at Kat with surprise. “Remind me again why you don’t cook for us all the time?”

Kat paused with a ravioli halfway to her mouth. “With the portion sizes I make? I’d be a whale in two months flat. No amount of exercise will save me from my own home cooking.”

Tasha took another bite of lasagna. She chewed for a second, thinking. Then she froze. “Wait- I cook for us all the time! I don’t even cook that much, but we have leftovers every time!” She looked over at Kat, but Kat had packed her mouth to the brim with ravioli. She pointed at her puffed-up cheeks and shrugged. Tasha narrowed her eyes at Kat. “You’re lucky I already know I’m a bad cook.”

Kat tried to laugh, but her overfull mouth made her nearly choke instead. Hmph. Served her right. Tasha tore off a huge chunk of lasagna, savoring the taste of cheese and spinach. If the lasagna tasted this good, maybe she could manage the whole thing…

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Sorry for cutting this one short, but I realized way too late that this fic was gonna end up being too long and taking up too much time to 100% finish on time. So I have an actual excuse this week for being almost late! Ha! Serves me right- wait, what?

A-Anyways, Tasha and Kat will be back next week with the thrilling second half. Today's fic might be a little slow with less tum love than usual, but with all the set-up out of the way already, you just know that next week is gonna be an experience~.

The 20th - 22nd (PST) will be the time range for the second half and conclusion