chapter 11- reckoning (p4.5)

“I am. So, make like a good piggy and lick me clean.” Paul ordered, as Emma eagerly nodded. She didn’t know where to start. She’d envisioned this scenario so many times before. Did she start with his feet? Did he start with his arms? She was frozen within her thoughts until Paul spoke again, “You can start with my arm.”

“Yes master.” Emma instantly responded, as she leaned her obese body against the bed and began licking Paul’s forearm.

The sensation of Emma’s tongue against his skin felt titillating. She was working faster than he’d expected. Paul watched, as Emma’s face became a mess with dirt pudding. She wrapped her lips around bits of pudding and gummy worms and sucked it all down. By the time she finished cleaning his first arm, he decided to give her some encouragement.

“My god you’ve become such a fat little piggy haven’t you??” Paul teased, as Emma looked at him with her complete undivided attention, “What do you think your parents would say If they knew how helplessly obese you’ve become?”

“Ahh.. I don’t knoww..” Emma nearly moaned, as she bit her lip and Paul noticed her hand dart between her legs, “Ugh.. They’d probably be.. disappointed..”

“You don’t get to pleasure yourself until your job is done. Now get the other arm.” Paul ordered, as Emma leaned into Paul’s shoulder and stuffed her mouth with another gob of dirt pudding before guiltily hurrying around the bed. She’d probably have made better time if she’d rolled herself like the ball of fat she was, “Hurry!”

“Umm, Yeeesh mashster!” Emma wheezed, while she came to a halt on the other side of Paul and began earnestly licking his left arm clean. She was working at a desperate pace. As if she really feared his threatening tone. He let her finish the whole arm before he let her have some more encouragement. It didn’t take his gluttonous piggy long.

“You’re unrecognizable you know? From when we met? Every part of you has swelled with soft jiggling rolls of fat. What would your cheerleader friends say if they could see you now?” Paul harshly teased, as Emma’s enjoyment was evident on her pudding covered face. Her mouth and nose were totally covered in the pudding, but Paul didn’t care. Emma looked hot messy. She was looking and acting more and more like the slutty pig she was pretending to be.

“They’d probably call me a cow or a porker..” Emma shallowly answered, while she looked at Paul as if asking permission to touch herself.

“Both legs now.” Paul responded squashing Emma’s nonverbal request.

His feeder lumbered to the end of the bed and threw down some pillows to rest her knees on. When she knelt down, Paul couldn’t see Emma at all over his dirt pudding covered gut. Although it wasn’t the dirt pudding’s fault he couldn’t see her, if his gut hadn’t been so fat he’d have a front row seat to Emma’s tongue in action. He was kind of pissed at himself, but his self-loathing subsided as he felt Emma enthusiastically sucking on his pudding covered toes. Paul was thankful he wasn’t ticklish.

Once his feet were both licked clean, Emma maneuvered herself to the left side of the bed and started on Paul’s left leg. Either there was a lot more pudding on his leg than on his arm or Emma was getting full because she was slowing down in her efforts to clean him. Still though, after a good amount of time where Paul just enjoyed the sound of Emma licking him, she finished the majority of the leg and moved on to the next one, she’d left his inner thighs and crotch untouched. He figured she wanted him to order her to lick that part of him clean. Maybe the tequila had something to do with it, but he was okay with that.

“You’re such a hopeless porker. Are you out of breath already?” Paul teased Emma, as he caught her taking a break. She was probably staring at what he had going on below the waist.

“Yes master.” Emma smiled, as she slowly lumbered to her feet and wobblily grabbed the tequila bottle. She took another big gulp and saw to it that Paul finished off the bottle with a big gulp of his own. She seemed exhausted, but Paul wasn’t willing to let her take a moment to rest. Not when she had a job to do.

“Gosh, I bet even the thought of exercise gets you out of breath.” Paul chastised Emma, as he watched his feedee’s face revel in the humiliation he was hurling her way, “I don’t care if you need a break, keep going. You know what you need to clean next.”

“With pleasure master.” Emma winked, as she hornily licks her lips. She’d imagined going down on Paul many times, and always wondered what his face would look like if she actually did it. Would he be upset with her, elated? Excited? Well this was her chance. She plopped her fat body between Paul’s licked clean legs and shimmied herself forward like a blubbery walrus until she was in the proper position. She began her quest with a deviant joy pulsing through her, as she went down on Paul, she looked up to see the look on his face but was slightly disappointed to only see his rounded gut blocking the way. She felt a little robbed but didn’t want to voice her complaint. Besides she could still hear him, it sounded like he was very happy with her.

As she continued with Paul in her mouth, she watched one of his fat arms lazily reach over his gut, and firmly cradle the back of her head. He’d broken one of the cuffs!! Gosh! He wanted her bad! He wanted more and she gave it to him with gusto!

“Just like that you fat slut..” Paul sighed in delight, while the line between what was real and what was a dream blurred in his mind. The tequila stripped away his inhibitions and for the first time in a long time, he wasn’t Paul. He was Emma’s feeder. “Oink for me!”

Emma tried to follow his orders, but her mouth was far too occupied. The thrill of having Paul talk down to her while she worshiped him was tickling her in places, she thought she needed hands for! As she continued, and used her hands to provide Paul more stimulation, his humiliating comments died down, all she could hear was his moaning and grunting. His passionate uncontrolled noises drove Emma crazier and gave her the extra energy she needed to finish her masculine feeder off.

While Paul let out a moan of delight, Emma swallowed her hard-earned treat.

“Mhhh!!” Emma hummed with another gulp, “Now it’s all clean master.”

Seeing Paul relax contently without giving her a word sent Emma a thrilling message. He was treating her as if she was a worthless fat piggy. He wasn’t even congratulating her or thanking her for her efforts. He was sticking to the character in a way that made Emma forget what they were doing was just a game. Her mission was to please her master, and she wouldn’t fail.

Starting on licking his belly clean, Emma’s stomach hurt from all she’d eaten, but she couldn’t stop. She licked and slurped and wiggled herself further on top of Paul. His belly took a long time, especially his belly button, but eventually she ate the majority of the pudding. Heaving herself forward with great effort, Emma forced her obese body atop Paul’s and used her tongue to clean his chest. It wasn’t easy, her huge breasts kept getting in the way. She was getting extremely messy from the process, but Paul couldn’t care. He loved watching her struggle. Feeling Emma’s weight on top of him was a thrill he’d savor forever. He was proud he’d done this to Emma because he knew she loved it too. She’d never be the same and it was all because of him. He could be immensely proud of that.

Everything was feeling great, but then Emma stopped. Paul looked at her disapprovingly and she muttered a sorrowful, “I can’t reach your face..”