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Ebony's Kitchen Drama...

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"That bitch! She owes everything to me!" Ebony Alexander wasn't happy. For sixteen years, the chef had entranced the world with her skilful abilities in the kitchen, hosted an award winning TV show, and regularly taught cooking classes. And now this was happening. "My ratings have never dipped once, how can they possibly even consider replacing me…with her? I taught Elissa everything she knows, I poured my heart and soul into those lessons and she repays me by trying to destroy my career?!"

Elissa was Ebony's star pupil at the academy, straight A's and never made an imperfect dish. She seemed so respectful all that time, but now Ebony saw her true colours. Some time ago she had been contacted by the same studio that made Ebony's show, and before the month was up, 'Kitchen Divinity' was absorbing ratings like a sponge. The producers claimed that there was enough room for both of them, but Ebony knew the truth. They were trying to replace her with someone young and skinny for the boys.

Cooking wasn't about staying skinny, it was about, well, cooking! Ebony knew that very well at, as seen by her four hundred pound frame. She always cooked her own meals and always had more than two courses, she was an expert on cooking. What happened to the olden days when men cared about things like that? Whatever happened, they were long over. Not that she felt poorly of her weight, in fact she rather enjoyed her large form. It was her belief that a good chef enjoys good food, and the bigger the body, the better taste they had. This made it all the more irritating to know that the woman responsible for her frustration was not only thin as a twig, but on a diet! But if being over taken in ratings by a super model wasn't the biggest insult of all, Elissa had actually been granted an appearance on her show!

"Excellent for ratings," they explained, "The Master and the Apprentice together again, blockbuster!" they said. Bad enough that she wasn't even asked her opinion on it; Ebony didn't want a helping hand, especially not from her of all people. Ebony sat in her kitchen, steaming with anger and frustration as she finished yet another tray of bite sized wedding cakes.

"That damn Elissa. She steals my ratings, my acclaim, makes a mockery of me and then has the audacity to come on my show? Fine. We'll have our little cross over, but it will be one which none shall ever forget! People will remember that the true master of the kitchen is Ebony Alexander!"

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The world of the culinary arts was mere moments away from experiencing what would surely prove to be a pivotal moment in its history. Back stage on the set of Culinary Paradise stood Ebony. She peeked out into the packed audience. The seats were even fuller than usual, people were really excited about this. In fact it was safe to say that a good chunk of the human population would be witnessing the episode. Excellent; Ebony had a plan for tonight.

"Ladies and gentlemen, would you please put your hands together for the culinary goddess herself, Ebony Alexander!" Ebony pulled a smile onto her face as she made her way on set. Like most shows of the type it resembled a very well furbished kitchen, but with a bit more space for it's sizeable host. The audience roared in excitement. She no longer had to hold the smile on, as she heard the thunderous applause, it grew into a genuine grin. "And tonight's special guest, Elissa LeSwan." Her smile once again had to be forcibly held up as the deafening cry of affection illuminated the studio.

"Welcome back, dear Elissa. It is so good to see you again."

"And it is good to see you again Mistress Alexander."

"Please, tonight you may refer to me as Ebony. You have risen to equality." The sentence sounded different in her head, in fact going more like "You had better not utter another syllable of my name again for the rest of the night, worm! Tonight I must do no less than tolerate you!"

"My apologies, Ebony. I am just amazed to be seeing you again. Everything I have, I owe to you. It is all I could ask for just to see you work your magic before me again."

"Had you wanted to show any form of appreciation, you'd have waited until I took my last breathe before getting your own show!" the chef thought silently to herself, "I appreciate that to no end. But let's not wait exchanging compliments, let us make magic. I have something very special for you tonight."

Elissa's eyes lit up. She wondered what her former teacher had in mind. A rare dish perhaps? "What do you have in mind?"

"Everyone knows that you're a devil in the kitchen…"

"What can I say? Work with the best, and eventually you might be lucky to pick up a fragment of their skill."

"What a suck up!" Ebony once again thought to herself, "Why thank you. But I believe that a good chef loves good food. You have gone on record in saying that you are on a strict diet, am I correct?"

"Well yes, I only eat three meals a day and an occasional dessert. But I've hardly tortured my appetite. I only eat meals of a high quality, often vegetarian, and always cooked by myself. Why do you ask?"

"Because I know you young ones worry about your health and weight these days. I can respect such a thing, but if a chef cannot treat themselves to a good meal, they are unable to experience the glorious flavours that abound, restricting them! Tonight I ask you to let go of this restriction."

"For tonight? I'd gladly oblige, but I'm not sure what you mean."

"Simple. Tonight, you feast on my cuisine, and from now on make the best meals your hands have ever crafted!"

Elissa was unsure how to react, but eventually settled on, "It would be an honor!" Elissa hadn't tasted more than one dish made by the woman herself, and even then it was just a slice of cake; but even so, she had always craved more. This was a dream come true.

"Excellent. Let us start with a simple pasta dish." Pasta? Yes. Simple? no. From beneath the sink Ebony revealed a large pot of pasta. But not just one, a whole variety of pastas! Each seemed to have individual sprinkled with cheese, oregano and who knows what else. Elissa let the steam whiff by her nose as euphoria began to hit her brain. She licked her lips hungrily as the ladle scooped up a portion and emptied it into the bowl; then her attention was on the sauce! Ebony's pasta dishes were famous for the purely divine sauce. She wrote the recipe herself and shared it freely, but nobody else ever had the skill to replicate it. The rumour had been fading in recent times, but with the new queen of the kitchen practically drooling over the meal, there was no doubt that it would soon resurface, strong as ever. "Here you are, Elissa."

Elissa wasted no words, taking the bowl and instantly impaling the pasta with her fork, then bringing the meal to her lips as quickly as possible. Her eyes lit up in ecstasy as her tastebuds exploded with delight. She visibly moaned with pleasure. Ebony began to realise the appeal. Such a respectful and popular chef eating one of her dishes like it was the best sex of her life; there was little chance it wouldn't make her look good. Even so, her opinion wasn't changed, bitter towards her former apprentice as ever. In the ensuing moments it took Elissa to finish her bowl, Ebony reminded the audience how to clean an oven properly.

"You're done I see. How about a second bowl then?"

"More? You mean you prepared this all for me?"

"Of course! You're skin and bones, if we are to show the people at home how very unrestrained you are, we need to fill you up as much as possible."

Elissa smiled and held out the bowl, waiting for it to be filled once again. After emptying the contents down her throat, she found herself holding the bowl out again. And Again. And again…

As Elissa licked the sauce from her bowl, she felt a hint of realisation. The pot had been a bit bigger than she had initially believed, evident by her newfound girth. Concealed by her apron, the swollen stomach stuck out by a few good inches. She belched lightly as she began to feel the intensity of her compacted meal.

"Oh my! Did I really just eat all that?"

"Why yes you did. I couldn't be more proud of you. No restraint at all! Time for your next dish. Tonight will be remembered as the Stuffed Elissa LeSwan Episode" The crowd laughed, the circumstances, coupled with the chef's usually polite nature made for a hilarious statement. Without a thought, she produced another pot, this one filled with marinating lamb. Another pot revealed an enormous soufflé, and she had begun producing ingredients for another meal. Elissa sighed in ecstasy, she had no idea she would be in for such a treat this night.

The audience witnessed the true power of Ebony's cooking. The lamb was practically sucked off the bone, while she practically inhaled a tub of soup. What was perhaps even more astounding was the ever expanding stomach of the chef. Few people have ever eaten more than one dish of Ebony's, and now Elissa was consuming her twelfth plate, resulting in a trance that left her completely unaware of her belly growing to resemble nine months pregnant. Soon it went even beyond that! Her apron was no longer able to protect her navel from the viewing public, allowing all to see it.

Suffice to say, as she finished the last of Ebony's cake, Elissa was barely conscious. Her stomach hung high in the air as she lay on top of the sink, trying desperately trying to put the cake inside of her.

"You seem quite full, Elissa."

"I feel quite full. I don't think I've ever been quite this satisfied before. I don't think I have a scrap of restraint left!

"Quite likely," the corpulent chef agreed as she poked at the woman's exposed belly button.

"Shall we begin tonight's recipe now?"

"But dear Elissa, I started it within moments of our introduction." Elissa groaned. She knew that the meal would end up inside of her, and was debating on whether with was good or bad.

"So, what've you got for me? I think I can tackle any challenge you throw at me at this stage."

The crowd cheered. Elissa was on the verge of popping and was ready for more, truly an inspiration for her millions of viewers.

"Oh, you seem to misunderstand. All that food I was preparing was merely stuffing. Tonight's dish is a freshly stuffed Elissa LeSwan."

Elissa took a moment to think. What did that mean? She probably would have come to the right conclusion sooner had it not currently been a challenge to stay awake. She suddenly realised the situation as a pair of chubby lips engulfed her feet.

The audience was unable to understand what was happening. Surely some kind of special effect! There was no way Ebony was really devouring her pupil. It was simply impossible! They would have decided to panic sooner, had the stuffed woman actually reacted to the situation until her consumer had begun converging on her girth. Quite the task for the vengeful chef, but she was determined to rid herself of the troublesome Ms. LeSwan. She opened her jaw as wide as possible, but even then the belly was too large. She had to squeeze it in, resulting in a bit of sickness on Elissa's end. Ultimately, security was only called after Elissa began swearing like a sailor on live TV, which cam after having her breasts sucked into her former teacher's gaping maw.

Elissa's screams went silent as Ebony closed her lips. She wasn't pathetic and wasn't going to go down screaming. Besides, she knew this was too bizarre to be real. Any minute now, the LSD from the food would ware off, and she'd be standing side by side with the overweight chef. Her beliefs never sunk, but she had some doubt after being forced down into the bubbling stomach.

Ebony lied giddily on the table, her enormous stomach jiggling and bouncing with protests from its meal. She smiled as security began flooding into the room. They honestly have no idea what to do, and who could blame them? She just giggled to herself quietly. She had no idea what was going to happen when this was all over. Maybe she'd go to jail? That seemed likely, but due to the bizarre nature of her actions, chances are there were a hundred other likely things to happen. Whatever happened, she could be happy knowing that she got both her revenge, and a VERY new dining experience.
Today I present to you with the tale of Ebony Alexander, one of the greatest (and largest) chefs of our time. One for taking food as Serious Business, she dosn't like the idea of someone else's cooking empire crippling her own, even if she had a hand in it. How can she stop the takeover of her new enemy?

This was written for watchoutforsnakes, who won my unannounced contest. Being the first to succesfully comment on one of my stories, he won the ability to request any story he wanted with a gurantee it would be finished. Ha! That's for noy commenting on my stories, everyone else!

My only real regret is that my work seems to be slipping a little lately, which is bad because I just really started. I find plot very important when writing bellyfiction to keep the story interesting. Midnight Snack and Glutton for Punishment are two examples of my work being at it's best. This deviation is probably not amongst them, but hopefully you'll enjoy it.

Here's a fun activity for when you can't think of a reply. What did happen after the climax of the story? Tell me your ideas. Be creative.
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Very nice. Good ideas, good plot, good detail. ;P