My New Step-Sister: More Madigan - Part 1

With starting to post some older Patreon content on DA, a lot of my stories are starting to be seen by a much bigger audience. With the original New Step-Sister story sadly having to come to an untimely end due to the commissioners financial situation, someone new on DA wanted to see the piece move on. Nothing extensive, just a short little continuation, kinda of in their image. So if you liked the original story, and where it was going, hopefully you like this too. Enjoy!

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I was so excited to get to college. The local state school, not too far from home, and my new step-sister as my roommate, my newly fattened step sister that is. Well she’s really not my ‘step-sister’, she’s my mom’s boyfriend’s daughter, but we’ve really bonded over the past year. Especially as I ‘helped’ her go from thin ultra bitch, to rotund social outcast. It really was my best work, work I was planning to take to college and continue. Freshman 15, all you can eat dining hall, parties stocked with chicken wings, pizza, and beer. What could be better?!

The past year hadn’t been easy on my waistline either. Having always been husky, I was even huskier these days, solidly over 300lbs now. I had never minded my weight, eating is delicious so why deprive oneself. But I had to admit, lugging all this weight around was quite the chore, a chore I was hoping to bless Sam with by the end of the school year. She was already 250lbs, I figured with my magic, she would be well past 300 this semester alone.

That’s why my first goal was to get her in the cafeteria. Our first day on campus we got all moved in, I figured we both deserved a bite. “Wanna pop over to the chow hall? I’ve worked up an appetite.” I asked.

“Nah.” She responded. That wasn’t like Sam at all. I had trained her to eat up any opportunity to, well… eat! She didn’t gain over 100lbs in a year from turning down all my tempting offers. “I think I’m gonna go stop at the activity center first. I saw they had some clubs signing folks up. But yeah, maybe I’ll meet you over there in a little bit.”

Ok she just wanted to make a pit stop, not a problem. I’ll go over and get a lay of the land first so I know where to point her for all the tempting calorie bombs. I was mega impressed with our cafeteria, it seemed like they had just about anything you could think of. As I found my way around, I also found my tray I was tagging along loading up. I had to taste test everything for Sam obviously. With my tray full I went and found a seat. Polished it off without issue and then went back to find anything I missed. That tray was also pretty big, but went down just as fast as the first. Sam still was nowhere to be seen, so I went up for the third trip, not realizing I had been there almost an hour by myself stuffing my face. After three trays I threw in the towel. Sam must have gotten distracted, or maybe I missed her, I mean I was kinda in the zone whenever food was in front of me.

With the cafeteria super nearby to our dorm I wasn’t concerned about one missed meal with Sam, there would be plenty more opportunities. But that whole first week I couldn’t get her over there with me even once. She was always either headed to a class, or meeting someone to review a syllabus. Often she said she would meet me over there, but I’d spend an entire meal there eating by myself, only for her to never show. She’d always have an excuse as to why she didn’t show up, along with a snarky comment about eating cafeteria junk food. She should be happy, the cafeteria food was a big step up from the McDonalds and processed crap I had used to get her fat last year.

What the cafeteria couldn’t beat through was a home cooked meal, and a week into school I was craving one badly. This made me decide to go home for the weekend after our first week. It wasn’t like I had any plans anyways. Sam had some study sessions booked, so I made the less than an hour ride home myself. I didn’t know what she had to study for, we had only been in school a week, and I found it plenty easy to get my work done thus far on my own. Whatever, just meant more for me of whatever my mom was making. Having practiced making big family dinners for a whole year now, my mom was making some impressive spreads these days. Back when it was just me and her we sort of scrimped by not putting a lot of effort into dinner. But when she had the two of us, plus Randy and Sam to cook for, she really upped her game.

“Mom, I’m home!” I announced, entering the mud room and kicking off my shoes. Entering the kitchen I noticed a well padded rear toiling away at the stove. Sam and I were not the only ones with a little extra cushion after a year of rich family dinners. Some of those calories had certainly gone to my mothers waist as well. Nothing major, not like wide load Sam, but it was definitely noticeable that she was looking her fullest at this point in time.

“Honey! It's great to see you!” She turned around giving me a hug. “Dinner is just about ready, have a seat at the table.”

“Great! I’m starving.” I took no time plopping down in my normal chair. Only moments later was a large dish of cheesy pasta placed in the center of the table. Bread with butter off to the side, and some green beans in creamy mushroom sauce to, you know, add something green to the table, was also brought out. Randy joined us, and we exchanged some pleasantries, but I was mainly concerned with the meal in the middle of the table. I served myself a large portion before digging in. Oh yeah, this was much better than anything I could get at school. After demolishing my plate I happily went back for seconds. It seemed like my mom had cooked for four people, having gotten so used to it. I wasn’t worried, I’d eat plenty, and even the leftovers tomorrow would be better than some of the stuff they serve at the cafeteria.

I spent all weekend enjoying the spoils of home cooked meals from my mom. She served up big breakfasts each morning, and tasty dinners each night. She even sent me back Sunday with a couple Tupperware's of leftovers. I enjoyed the time with my mom, so with my homework load pretty low come each weekend, I went back home pretty much during every single one of them.