chapter 11- reckoning (p4.4)

“Okay. Well..” Emma sighed, while her chubby cheeks blushed, “So.. My character is a former cheerleader.. or something like that.. kinda a dumb vain bimbo. And your character is a chunky, out-of-shape nerd who I rejected back in high school and used to tease because of your size..”

Paul didn’t know exactly how to feel about this set up so far, but he silently let her continue with his full attention.

“It’s been a few years since high school, but a few months ago we bumped into each other again and.. you captured me, against my will, to get your revenge. You kept me locked up for months until you were done working your magic..” Emma seductively recounted, while she seemed to relish in her perverse imagination, “You see you used my dumbness against me, brainwashed me, kept me drunk, high, and confused, while you stuffed me and fed me all kinds of unhealthy and fattening foods.”

Paul was all ears now.

“You wanted me to equate eating with being horny. You wanted me to turn into your own personal obedient piggy slut and.. I have..” Emme purred with a tone of pure exhilaration, while she locked eyes with Paul and continued, “I’ve even developed a bad case of Stockholm syndrome for you. I’ll do anything you say. All I want is to pleasure you, because giving you pleasure is what gives me pleasure.. You’ve got so much power over me that tonight.. you’re even willing to let me tie you up and lick my dessert off your naked body like the slutty pig I truly am.. I’m already so horny that I want to pleasure myself right here and now, but you won’t let me do that until you’re satisfied that I’ve eaten enough dessert to nearly immobilize myself.”

“Is that.. everything?” Paul gulped, as he noticed himself salivating. He felt his heartbeat pound a little quicker. Her little scenario had started off sounding a little hokey, but once she got into it.. something about it really captured Paul’s imagination. What better way to cap off their feeder-feedee bond than with a little harmless feeding playtime before he was a married man?

“Yeah.. No judging.” Emma vulnerably responded unsure of how to read Paul’s reaction. He seemed so stoic.

“Let’s do it.” Paul burst with a nod and Emma felt her heart leap.

“Really?” Emma yelped with an innocent excitement Paul didn’t usually hear from her.

“Really. But I think you already ate every last bit of food I had in the apartment.” Paul muttered a little dismayed. It was far too late to pick up more food now.

“Not everything.” Emma grinned, while she continued, “Check under the bed.”

Paul did as she said and saw four sizable ziploc containers of.. what was it? Ice cream? He had to know, “What is all this?”

“Dirt pudding. Just lots of unhealthy stuff all mashed together, Oreos, butter, milk, chocolate and vanilla instant pudding, cream cheese, lots of powdered sugar, whipped cream, and lots of gummy worms.” Emma enthused, while Paul put the containers on the bed. Emma continued in a giddy tone, “Everything a growing girl needs! It’s the perfect messy dessert for the perfect sloppy piggy, mhmh!”

“It’s probably a room temperature by now.” Paul noted, as he was curious, “Why was this under here?

“To surprise you just in case you actually did break up with Claire-bear.” Emma revealed nonchalantly, while she didn’t skip a beat, “I don’t care if it’s a little warm, I just want my dessert Paul.”

“Can you even eat anymore?” Paul skeptically wondered, as he surveyed Emma’s body and doubted, she could even stand under her own power.

“I can always eat more for you.. master.” Emma coyly teased the character she’d crafted for this scenario.

That was all Paul needed to here. One last night of complete fantasy and freedom with his feedee sounded like an ideal way to end his unmarried life and cap off what had been an incredible journey with the incredible feedee he’d accidently discovered. Once he helped Emma to her feet, which was more than a little difficult considering how much she weighed, he threw the covers off the bed so only the bedsheet remained.

They were going to make a mess, but he had spare bedsheets. Once they were done, he’d swap them out and wash or throw out the one they were using. Once the bed was ready, Paul laid down and got comfortable. Emma even nestled a pillow under his neck. Paul let Emma take his towel off. She’d seen him naked before and he really didn’t have a problem with her seeing him one last time. He was buzzed beyond the point of caring anyway.

She, of course, poked a little fun that he was clearly already aroused but was quick to get her act together and do her part to set things up. She lumbered over to her bedroom to grab the cuffs for Paul. Before she headed back to Paul’s bedroom, she wobbled over to the front door of the apartment and wedged a kitchen chair under the doorknob. There would be no unexpected interruptions. Waddling back to Paul, Emma maneuvered the four large Ziploc containers evenly across the four corners of the bed. She wanted easy access. She was already having a hard time moving around and she knew she wasn’t limber enough to climb over Paul. With everything else taken care of, Emma slowly cuffed Paul’s arms and legs to the four corners of the bed.

“You ready?” Paul asked a little anxious to get the tantalizing scenario started.

“Almost master.” Emma smiled, as she grabbed the half empty bottle of tequila from the nightstand and took a big gulp. She didn’t want her buzz wearing off. After letting out a gasp of satisfaction, she looked to Paul and asked, “You want some?”

“I drank a lot tonight already.” Paul explained, while she looked unimpressed.

“I didn’t hear a ‘no’ master.” Emma playfully cooed, as she brought the bottle to Paul’s lips and dumped a mouthful of the stuff down his throat. Paul didn’t object, he was too amused with Emma’s character for that.

“*Cough* Now, *Cough* Now get started you slutty piglet!” Paul demanded, as he tried to gather his bearing. The tequila was strong, very strong.

“Yes, master.” Emma hummed, as she walked to the left side of the bed, scooped her hand into the first container and smothered as much of the dirt pudding across Paul’s chest and stomach as she could. She was surprised by how large Paul’s gut had gotten, it appeared even larger in size now than it had in the morning. Not wanting to irritate her feeder, she didn’t comment on it. Instead, she was methodical with her application of the pudding. She tried to get an even spread of the calorific dessert across Paul’s skin. She even covered his left arm and shoulder with the stuff. Paul enjoyed watching Emma work, her legs were on the ground, but she was leaning over so much that the weight of her enormous belly rested completely on the bed. She must have wanted to give her back muscles a break from trying to hold the totality of her girth upward.

Once that first container was empty, she exaggeratingly licked her hands clean while Paul watched. With his eyes glued to her, Emma embellished. She acted as piggish and ravenous as she could for his pleasure. Heaving her belly off the bed and wobblily turning her butt toward him, she gave it a playful slap and let Paul enjoy the show of her fleshy booty jiggling for him.

Once she felt she’d teased Paul’s eyes enough, she walked to the bottom left corner of the bed and dug her hands into the second container. This time she covered his left leg, his lower belly, and even his crotch and inner thighs. She playfully gave his manhood a tug, and suggestively looked into his eyes, as she covered it in luscious amounts of dirt pudding. Paul had to know she intended to lick him clean every place that she covered him in the pudding. She was marking her territory and she heard no objection from Paul. His silence only served to heighten her already high expectations for this scenario.

With the second container empty, she moved to the bottom right corner of the bed and the third container. The right leg got the same treatment as the left, and she teased Paul’s groin area and inner thighs with more dirt pudding. There was a little extra pudding left in the third container, so Emma covered both of Paul’s bare feet in the stuff. She was pretty sure Paul wasn’t into feet stuff, and neither was she, but the extra dirt pudding had to go somewhere.

Silently moving to the top right corner of the bed, Emma grabbed the last container and added more pudding to Paul’s stomach and chest, as well as covering his right arm. With the remaining pudding, she smothered Paul’s beard in the stuff and got some on his neck for good measure.

Observing her dessert strewn across Paul’s husky naked body, Emma could feel herself salivating. She sloppily licked her hands clean again for Paul to enjoy, before grabbing the bottle of tequila and taking another big gulp. She gave Paul some more as well. He seemed to take it better this time. With the alcohol settled, Emma got back into character and she obediently purred, “Why master, you’re so dirty?”