chapter 3 - protests and pastries

Ash needed to do more research before enacting her plan; she knew Daisy well enough that the direct approach never worked, only ever serving to flare up her anxieties and push her away. Ash loved her, but assertiveness was definitely not Daisy's strong suit, it was part of the reason why they worked so well as a couple. For god's sake, if Ash didn't cook or choose where to go out to eat, the poor little thing would starve to death from both indecision and not wanting to inconvenience anyone!

Ash submitted the grocery order before turning over her blanket to sleep. The least she could do before having a proper plan was pamper her pet with pastries and pies.

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Drenched in midnight, Daisy sat at her writing desk, munching quietly on Ash's half of the cookie cake. She untied her bun and let her wavy hair meet her shoulders as she stared at the blank page. Daisy still had a lot to think about: should she tell Ash? She didn't want to *lie* or keep anything from her, but how would she react? It's one thing to pledge "in sickness and in health", but another to accept its reality. They weren't even married, so what would prevent her from leaving? No, she should never doubt Ash's faithfulness, she was the kindest, most loyal partner she had ever dated. Daisy didn't deserve her, thinking of her in this way, but it would be too much for anyone...

"No, this isn't real, dummy." Daisy whispered to herself. Still, it couldn't hurt to plan better meals, follow some of the specialist's notes. She could start eating a little healthier in the morning maybe...

She put pencil to paper and procrastinated her worry once again into pleasure.

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"Mmmm." Daisy stretched her arms into the headboard, yawning as she did so. Her eyes remained asleep, but her nose awoke to the mixing scents of chocolate, sugar, and flour. Ash coming from kitchen beyond the wall, preparing to surprise her piglet

"Wakey wakey, sleepyhead." Ash took off her oven mitts and leaned in the doorway, "I wanted to treat my little piglet this weekend."

Daisy moaned again before wiping her eyes, "What's that, babe?"

"You heard me, piglet. I made you a big lunch, and I expect you to finish every single bite." Ash bit her lip into a smile and turned back into the kitchen.

Daisy's stomach growled in response. Was this actually happening? Ash was taking the initiative just as she always had. She was making Daisy's dreams into a reality.

"Shit." Ash didn't appear to hear her frustration, but all of Daisy's worry rushed back to her. Ash didn't know she couldn't eat junk like this anymore, let alone stuff herself. How was she gonna get out of this? She put in so much work, just for her...

Her vortex of anxiety crashed into yet another realization: this would be her only chance to be a feedee. Perhaps ever. One weekend couldn't possibly affect her weight *that* much, could it? What was the harm in indulging with her partner?

"All done!" Ash walked in holding tray with a pie and several crepes. "Aw, looks like my little piggy was busy last night." Placing the tray on the night stand, she licked a tissue, rubbing it against Daisy's cheeks, "I was wondering where my cookie went…"

"Babe, I can't eat—"

"—all this food?" Ash covered her smile, stiffling a laugh, "You don't have a choice, piglet. Whether this takes five minutes or five hours, you're eating every bite."

With that, Ash muted Daisy's protests with a spoonful of pie. The crust had hidden its ingredients, but her tongue revealed a cherry flurry in a thick river of sweet mess. It was her favorite, Ash knew her too well, but the smears of red often left Daisy restraining herself against its temptations. This time, however, she had no choice, her partner was in full control, and she was more than happy to yield to it.

Ash made sure not to allow a single moment of loneliness for her mouth. Every swallow was followed by another spoonful, painting cherry across Daisy's face. Her inexperience threw her in mouth first, chewing so fast as to be sore once it was time for the crepes. Ash stayed firm, but patient, not wanting to frustrate her girlfriend too much, knowing that if she nurtured her appetite properly, all of this feast and more would be conquered.

"Ash, how many more? I can't. Please–let me sleep." Daisy groaned, her hands rubbing her taut belly. She was unaware how long it had been, only that the dull pain she had fantasized about for years was now becoming a familiar force.

"Shhh," she cut another mouthful onto the spoon. It wouldn't be much longer, only a few bites were left. She was determined to make this perfect. Unforgettable. Daisy's eyes drifted open and shut, her breathing slow and shallow. She resembled a clownish pig, her cheeks stained in red and chocolate. Daisy protested once more, but Ash shoved in the penultimate morsel.

"Mmmmmmmm," her moan could not be distinguished from pleasure or pain. Her jaw pounding, she chewed until she was sure she wouldn't choke.

"This is it, piglet. Let's see you be a good girl." The final crepe bite rested on her tongue, Daisy, fighting against the pulsing pain, pressed her teeth together. Ash pulled down her underwear, her leggings having been removed about halfway through the meal. This sparked new energy into Daisy, and she completed her intake.

"Aaaaahh!" A victorious scream erupted out of Daisy and persisted, growing louder as Ash worked magic between her thighs.