Chapter 17

“Mmm, yes, sir…please.” She murmurs as I continue to nibble on her soft skin. My hands begin to wander underneath her dress and apron. She’s so much more supple and feminine now with the nearly forty pounds on her body since our wedding. Her face has softened, the hard lines of muscle have disappeared, and there’s more flesh to grab and pinch. My fingers begin to plunge deep inside her as she loses focus on her task. “That’s right sweet pea, always ready for me. Such a good girl you are.” I swiftly turn the burners and stove off to not ruin her hard work this evening while keeping her on edge. “Is my plump pregnant housewife ready for me to devour her? Do you need to be filled before I stuff you with food?.” Her breath is labored, and I feel her pulsating. “Answer me!” I roar. “Ohh, mmm, yes, sir. Please just take me, use me…mm, please, I need to be filled with your cum!”. I help position her and support her expanding weight. “Such a greedy girl,” I say as I begin to thrust deep inside of her, so she feels every inch of me. “Yes, that’s it, let your dom stretch and fill you in every way. Such a good girl taking my cock. DO NOT cum; you haven’t earned that privilege yet!” I continue my deep thrusts, and I begin to move faster as I feel her on the edge. The overall extra weight and my assault from behind are making her sweat. I snake my hand up to her heavy milk-ready breasts. My god, they’re massive! I make a note to end her doses of fenugreek as I feel like I could start milking her at any moment. I need to hold off for another four weeks for that, though. Deeper and faster, I got, “please, sir, please let me cum. I’ll be good, I’ll do whatever you want. Please!” God, I love to hear her beg so submissively. With one last big thrust, I immediately pull out, turn her around and push her to her knees. “Open, NOW!” she opens her mouth, and I shove my hard cock into her to unload. Looking defeated, she submissively swallows every bit. “You’ll eventually earn the privilege of having my cum inside you just as you’ll be able to cum. But you have to be a good girl for me. Am I understood?” She looks up at me with those big soft brown eyes, “yes, sir.” I help her rounding body up, “Good girl, finish getting dinner prepared and then notify me when you’re done.” I gave her a firm swat on her softening ass, as I strolled out of the kitchen.

I busy myself with preparing the rest of our meal. I’m so sexually frustrated lately that I don’t know what to do. He’s been edging and teasing me for a couple of weeks that I feel I might burst! I thought I’ve been good; I’m doing my chores, I’m eating everything he’s given me, and I let him ravage me, however, whenever and wherever he wants. But I guess that last bit would happen regardless if I wanted it to or not. But I haven’t resisted or complained. I waddle down to his office to let him know dinner is ready. I wait patiently with one hand on my bulging pregnant belly at the door as he finishes his call. When he acknowledged me, I meekly told him that dinner was ready. I usually leave to return to the kitchen, but I just had to know something. When will I get to be f***** properly?

For some reason, she’s decided to linger. I study her for a bit before I walk from behind my desk and position myself directly in front of her. My plumping, pregnant little wife still has her eyes down while wrestling with her fingers in front of her expanding pregnant belly. I sigh and tip her soft chin up, “Little one, what is it you need to say or ask? Hmm? You’re quite fidgety.” She looks at me demurely and quietly asks, “Sir, when will you cum in me, and when may I cum? I’m going mad.” I lightly chuckle at her, “Oh darling, there are a few things that need to happen. For one, you must be giving me your complete obedience. Secondly, I love having you on edge, it makes you more compliant and receptive to my needs. And third, you must hit a certain weight goal. Because I’m fair, you’re just shy of that goal. But it’s those things but also left at my discretion. Am I clear?” She contritely nods, “yes, sir.” She scurried back to the kitchen, looking a little defeated. Little does she know that once she hits 180lbs, I’ll indulge in her needs. But she has to understand that my needs come first.

Knowing he’s not far behind me, I make sure his drink and plate are ready to serve to him. I’m still frustrated but understand that this is how it’ll be for some time. Although I’m wondering what the weight number is..hmm? I watch him sit at the table and dutifully serve him his meal. I sit quietly, waiting for him to load my plate as the mantras he’s instilled in me ring through my ears. “I will obey my husband at all times.” and “I belong to sir, and I exist to serve him.” I was completely oblivious to what he was doing since I was so deep in thought. It wasn’t until he cleared his throat that I came to.

With a devious grin, I looked at her in awe. She’s so deep in sub-space that she doesn’t even realize that she’s completely naked with a cuffed ankle to the chair and a very large bowl set in front of her. I had made quick work of stripping off her dress and apron as well as making sure the large dish was set. With her plumping pregnant body on display for me, I firmly stated, “I’m going to have my fun with you tonight. If you eat everything I give you, I just might command you to cum, or I may decide to keep you on edge. As always, that’s for me to decide. You exist to serve me and my needs. Servicing your needs is a privilege. What do you say, princess, ready for some fun?” Obediently she nods, “Yes, sir. I’ll do whatever you want.”

"Good girl. Now, I'm very pleased that you have your mantras deeply ingrained in your mind. I could hear you murmur them as I was undressing you. You didn't even realize I was stripping you. Your ankle is cuffed to the chair because you will not leave this table until I am done with you, understood?" She nods, "yes, sir." She has about three servings in front of her, nothing too overwhelming but enough to make her aware of her fullness; while also leaving her a little bit of room for a pint of ice cream. I have one last thing for her, a mini vibrator. I part her thickening thighs and push it in nice and slow. She giggles as I give her clit a little flick.

This is a new experience. I didn't even realize the subspace I was in that he was able to take off my clothes and cuff my ankle to the chair. After all, I've eaten today, the bowl in front of me looks too much. There's no use in protesting because he'll make me eat it regardless or just add to my punishment somehow. I digress. The vibrator he stuck inside of me is starting to drive me wild. It's a very light hum sensation, but knowing this man of mine, I know that will change. We begin to eat, and he's telling me about his day and how things are growing with the company. He even asked me a few questions regarding strategy, which excited me. I am very proud of everything they've been able to accomplish since opening the new office. Failure is never an option for him, so I know how important it is that I'm supportive every step of the way. I'm just over halfway through my meal, and I'm starting to slow down as I feel full.

I smile in delight as I watch her eat and converse about the day. Her body has adapted to the pregnancy better than I could have wished for. Her breasts are so full and round that she has to be close to a D cup. They sit nicely on top of her rounding belly, which is already in her lap a bit. The rest of her body has filled in nicely, hips have spread, thighs thicker, and that tight ass of hers has more bounce. Every inch of hers has become more luscious that I'm truly a lucky man to have this woman as my wife.

I notice her slowing down as I finish my meal. I grab her hand and pull her towards me. I pick up the remote and up the speed on the vibrator. She begins to moan softly; I have her right where I want her. I caress her belly as I begin to slowly feed her the rest of her dinner. I set the vibrator on alternating speeds so that I could focus on her moans. One hand gently rubs her belly, and the other carefully feeds her. She's such a good girl through this. With just a bite left, I pull out the vibrator. "Cum for me!" and like a raging river, she gushes all over my fingers. I taste her and smear her juices on her belly and then uncuff her ankle. I pull her into my lap while rubbing her back and a very full belly.

“You were such a good girl for me. You may get dressed and then get the kitchen chores done. Once you’re finished, we’ll settle down with a show while you eat your ice scream. Understood?” She’s responds “Yes sir” as I help her get dressed again. I fix a drink and wait in the living room.

Well that was quite the experience. Tim has never done that and I can only suspect that it could be a regular thing. I feel so full that I don’t think I can indulge in a pint of ice cream. If I refuse, he’ll just force it on me. Oh what to do. As I’m getting through my chores, my heavy pregnant belly and breast are starting to feel like an anchor or central focus of control. There’s officially no trace of my athletic form left. My arms jiggle as I clean, breasts hang heavily while my belly constantly sways as I feel our babies move within. He was right, my body is no longer mine and I’ve accepted what it will become. I slightly waddle over to him “Sir, I’m finished with my chores. But um do I have to eat a whole pint tonight? I’m very full from dinner and don’t want to make myself sick.” He looks at me intently “Princess of course. I don’t want you to be sick either. I simply want you to be able to indulge freely without care. You’ve been very good with your eating habits to support your pregnancy and I know it hasn’t been easy giving me complete control over it. You can always voice concerns as you did just now. You make take off your apron, come cuddle and we’ll let your stomach settle.” I breathe a sigh of relief “Thank you sir”, put my apron up and join him on the couch.