chapter 5 - dinner

"How was work today?" An eager Daisy reclined into her desk chair as her partner peeled off her uncomfortable layers.

"Eh, not horrible. Only had one shit client today," Ash placed a paper bag in front of Daisy, and kneeled down to put a hand on her expanding belly, giving it several soft pats, "I'm sorry I haven't been able to cook after work the past couple weeks, it's been a nightmare." She pinched the plumping patch of fat, massaging the newly added adipose, "But I'm glad to see you're still having fun."

Daisy lifted her nose to the air, her chin slowly approaching double, "Hey babe, I don't smell anything, what did you pick up?" She leaned over into the bag, but only saw crimson.

"Oh, dinner's still in the car, I wanted to take care of something first." Ash stood up, her hands rummaging through, "You remember our safe word, right?" She revealed a spool of red ribbon and a towel.

"Yes, of course, but what—umph!" Daisy stammered into Ash shoving in the terrycloth.

"Good, because that is the only word you're allowed to utter tonight." Her demeanor snapped to cold in an instant, "But you are going to stay silent for me while I finish tying you down and fetch dinner. Understand?"

Daisy nodded, her thighs pulsing at Ash's grip. She salivated into the towel as Ash tied each ankle to a different fork of the chair base. She struggled to test the binds' tightness, barely receiving any give, yet not so snug as to be dripping in sweat.

Ash returned three plastic bags in hand. While the two's contents were concealed in plastic, Daisy's eyes darted to her favorite, the half-gallon of mint chip ice cream.

"Mmph! Mm Mmmph?" Daisy tilted her head forward, the restraints keeping her held down.

"No, piggy," Ash feigned regret, "that's dessert! It would be ridiculous for you to have that before your dinner." She quickly retrieved a mixing bowl from the kitchen, "Plus, I need it to melt first."

Ash removed the gag and the first container, a Chinese takeout box. She stabbed in a fork, the rice sticking to the sauce blanketing the chicken. She slid it into Daisy, bits trailing around her lips, and she moaned with each swallow. As more and more stuck onto her lips and cheeks, the sesame oil streamed down and dripped onto an already stained pink shirt.

"Good girl." Daisy gasped, Ash refilling her after each bite. She was nearly done; it was time to reach into the second bag, and pull out the funnel, "You rest while I finish prepping your dessert."

Daisy had no idea how much was left, her binds keeping her from peering over the box's edge. Was she finished? She wasn't sure if she'd have room for the ice cream at this point, but when Ash returned, she held the glass of a blender.

"One more bite, and then you'll get your ice cream," Daisy groaned in anticipation, wishing she could massage away the dulling pain. She took in the final morsel, but the pressure of her stomach forced out a deep resonate belch.

"Such a good girl tonight! Now you definitely have room for your ice cream, but how do I know you really want it?" She knew exactly how to comply.

"Oink! Oink! Oink!" Daisy nearly tipped the chair forward in her excitement.

"Okay okay, I believe you!" Ash let out a laugh and smile, unable to resist her adorable girlfriend's calls, "I'll go slow, so we can play it safe. I don't want you exploding on me," Daisy titled back and she inserted and strapped in the funnel, "Not yet anyway."

Daisy began sucking in the viscous liquid, once again playing out the role of the woman in her story. With Ash's free hand, she kneaded into her round belly, erupting more gurgles within. Any time Ash slowed, Daisy whined for more, and she was more than happy to provide.

"Good girl! I'm so lucky to have such an obedient piggy. I can't believe you finished everything! She got on her knees fo undo the restraint, but Daisy fried voice squeaked out between heavy breaths

"Please," she heaved in a shallow breath, "m-more."

"Well!" Ash froze in genuine surprise. Daisy was really pushing into the role tonight, "You are full of surprises. I'll just have to blend up my own pint down for you. You think you can handle that?"

Daisy shook her head meekly. She could do this, Ash had taken the reins like a true feeder, she couldn't disappoint her now. Ash allowed her another respite while preparing a tall glass of melted creamy chocolate. It was only one more pint.

"Oink...oi—" her eyes clenched shut. There was more room, Ash just needed to start pouring.

She dammed the back of her throat, allowing it to fill. Her first swallow, then another. Ash rubbed into her belly with each pour, the liquid stretching her out a little bit further. Another swallow. Daisy's heart pounded, only a little more...

"Snort…" Daisy chortled, collapsing backward, her meal conquered. Ash undid her binds, and her hands rushed to grope her sides. She did it.

The pain hadn't sufficient time to die down when Ash took her hand. She led her, moans percolating into burps, and gingerly laid her into the bed.

Ash curled around Daisy, hugging her close, and they drifted off together.