chapter 2

The past week has been an quite an adjustment. When I informed her of her punishment I knew that her workout schedule would come to a near halt. She wasn't the type to consistently workout at 5am with me, she tried and failed miserably. Knowing she was promptly being picked up from work at 4:30pm, she would work through her lunch break. Once home she had no extra time outside of her chores and preparing dinner. On the weekends I kept her very busy with detailed menial tasks. All of which provided me with the results I wanted, another subtle layer of fat added to her frame. During this time I basically ordered her to bake daily as she tends to eat junk when stressed, but all she knew was that I was making sure she keep on top of her homemaking skills. At dinner, I'd refill her plate to make sure she had the energy to complete her additional after dinner chores. She would reluctantly accept the extra serving. Day by day I could see her will breaking and her submission to my authority deepening. I'd watch over the security footage from the kitchen and sure enough each evening between chores and cooking she'd eat a cookie, nibble on her infamous giant muffins, scones, or work her way through a giant bag of chips. By day ten I noted that she was up another five pounds making her a firm but softer 145lbs and I was ready to implement the beginning of my plan.

I knew I wanted to marry Nicole from our first date. I'm hoping that once I pop the question she'll want a very short engagement and then I can begin to impregnate her during our honeymoon. But first I have to make sure her body is extra fertile to get her pregnant right away. In the morning I'll replace all of her regular vitamins with those that are more essential; prenatal vitamins, I put b-12 labels on a row of fertility vials that I placed in the fridge and replaced her l-carnitine tablets with a mild appetite enhancer. I wouldn't prevent her from working out (just yet), but when her punishment is over I surely didn't want her to lose any of the weight she gained.

It was 8:00 am on Saturday, and I finally made it to the second to last day of my punishment. I'm busy in the kitchen, as usual, putting breakfast together. Thinking back over the past few days, I honestly didn't think I would make it through without a major incident. I got sassy with him once and quickly regretted my decision to do so as he quickly flipped me over his knee. I love him and know deeply I must heed his authority, but there's still that sliver of independence that wants to argue and push back at him. Since Tim has been keeping me extremely busy with chores, cooking and baking I have only worked out three times (besides bedroom activity) in nearly two weeks and it's starting to take a toll. I've been throwing all of my unused energy into our home and meals that I started to stress eat. I've been nibbling on all the treats he's been making me bake daily and eating the extras he's been pushing onto my dinner plate to help keep my "energy" up to help complete my never-ending list of chores. *Sigh*, I just hope I can get this weight off starting on Monday.

I finish my workout and head upstairs from the basement. I lean against the wall and just watch her focus on her cooking, it smells delicious, but she looks even more delicious. But, I must remain firm with her during the day, and then in the evening, I'll have my way with her slowly growing body. I walk up behind her, press my hand firmly against her belly under her apron, and nibble on her neck. Not missing a beat she instinctively presses back into me and continues to prepare our meal. She softly says, "It's almost ready sir"... biting her neck once more... "I'm going to take a quick shower; you know it won't be long before you're barefoot and heavily pregnant in the kitchen attending to your wifely duties" she lets out a meek "yes sir" as kiss her temple and slap her ass as I leave her be to finish cooking.

As he leaves to shower, his last comment drives me wild. We've both shared our desire for a large family, and hopefully, as his wife, I can give him as many as he desires. I'm only slightly worried as to how many that would be, I told him five, and at one point he had a devilish laugh as he said "five or more". I pat my tummy feeling the new layer of fat and bloat it seems to be carrying. I think just how big and heavy I'll get carrying his babies. Knowing Tim, he'll want be quite big, and I'll have to be extra careful with his extra servings. Continue about my task making sure the table is set, the coffee is hot, and the food is warm. I do take pride in making sure his day gets started in the right way. He treats me like a princess; it's only right that I treat him like a king.

I head back to the kitchen with her list of chores for the day. I quietly sit down as she's dancing and humming to the music; she nearly jumps when she sees me quietly laughing at her. She then proceeds to pour me coffee, fix my plate, and then fix hers before setting the extra dishes in the center of the table. She's a natural in the kitchen and at serving me. My cock twitches at the thought of adding a heavily pregnant belly and heavy milk-engorged breasts under that little apron of hers. We have small conversations back and forth throughout our meal, but since she's been grounded, I always take this time to go over her chores for the day and any other expectations I may have for her. I place a bit more food on her plate that she now obediently accepts as she'll be quite busy today. I clear my throat, instantly she straightens her posture and looks at me as she eats her way through her second plate. "Tonight, the boys will be coming over for poker night, there will be ten of us in total. You'll have quite a bit of work to do to prepare the house as well as all the food that will be served. The living room, basement and all downstairs bathrooms need to be thoroughly cleaned. I'm setting the poker table outside, so the outdoor furniture needs to be cleaned and wiped down as well as all the windows. You'll be spending the rest of the day cooking. When they are here, you'll be nothing short of a gracious hostess and will fetch whatever it is that's needed. In the beginning of the night, you'll mostly hang around in the kitchen until I dismiss you to get started on the laundry or other tasks upstairs. You'll remain in your apron for the entire evening. Here's your list, I'm going to make a grocery run so write down what you'll need and then get started." She wrote down what she needed based on the menu I requested; I kissed her forehead before leaving and slapped her ass with a warning to be good. I lightly smiled as I noticed her eat away at another muffin as she goes about cleaning up the kitchen. Good girl, stress makes her eat.

Just great! All of Tim's friends will be over, and I can't help but think this is a test to see if I can handle serving his group. I know everything around here has to be perfect before they arrive. Luckily nothing needs to be deep cleaned, just a swift and thorough wipe down. Especially the bathrooms, which he’ll just make me clean all over again tomorrow. Oh well, this is my life now. Almost through with cleaning the furniture outside, Tim is back and is putting away the groceries. I can't help but notice the extra snacks he got. He doesn't eat much junk, so I know exactly who he bought those Oreos for, me. I hate how my man knows my food weaknesses. Glancing at the clock, I swiftly finish cleaning and head to the kitchen to start on his requests for him and his hungry friends.

I'm in my office getting some work done and notice it's nearly 1 pm. I take a thorough look over the rooms and items I requested her to clean, quite pleased that it meets my approval. I head to the kitchen to see if my growing little woman can prepare lunch. I quietly watched from the den and notice the opened package of Oreos is missing half of a row already next to a bowl of strawberries. I laugh to myself as I knew she wouldn't be able to resist them, good girl. As I did this morning, I slid up behind her with a firm hand on her bloated little tummy. I kissed her neck "I'm starving; time to prepare me lunch." I cooly commanded. She leans back into me "Yes, sir, what would you like?" Hmm, "How about a chicken sandwich?" A quick kiss on the cheek as she softly spoke, "Yes sir, coming right up".

Even when he's firm with me, I can't help but love this man. I quickly set about making his lunch. He may be on his laptop at the counter, but I know he has watchful eyes. I can't let his sexy stern-set face distract me. I set down a chicken, tomato, and mozzarella sandwich, a side salad, and ice-cold lemon water. Satisfied that he's all set, I eat between preparing the spread for the men coming this evening.

Now it's an hour before everyone is due to arrive, and I head outside first, making sure everything is set up and then head into the kitchen to see how things are going. I lightly laugh as she's washing dishes and cramming a sandwich into her mouth. Maybe I should just keep her grounded if it's going to make her a little piggy. She turns and explains that everything is ready, and I walk up to pull her into me to kiss her forehead "You've been a very good girl today. I want you to head upstairs and freshen up. The dress and half apron I want you to wear are on the bed. Once you're ready, come back downstairs." I swatted her soft ass as she made her way upstairs.

I take a quick shower, do my hair, put on light makeup, and get dressed in what he picked out. This is the one thing I didn't like, him taking my choice in how I dress away. He doesn’t have bad choice in clothing, but still, I'll be glad to have that privilege back. A glance over and I noticed how there's a new roundness to my belly, and the dress makes it noticeable. My arms in this dress look softer as well. I'll have to work extra hard come Monday. Time to be his little housewife.