Easter feast

Chapter 2 - prepare to feast

You stand back up rubbing your sore rump and whimper pathetically. “Couch. Now. I’m not picking you up off the floor when all of those edibles kick in.” You stomp one foot down and grumble. As soon as you turn around I quickly swat your fat ass again. “EEP!” Your shrill cry makes me smile and I gently push you in the direction of the living room. “Couch!” My voice now thunderous and intimidating. You squeak yet again and hasten your pace, rotating and hurling your corpulent body down lazily. I can hear the couch frame crackle from your mass. “Now, what does my fat piggy bunny do best?” I yell from the kitchen. “Oh-” I hear you mumble and re-adjust yourself on the couch into a laying position. “Good.” I praise. You let out a big sigh, and by the sound of the relaxation in its tone, I can tell you will not be leaving that couch anytime soon.

I put my bunny print apron back on and wash my hands. The timer dings on the oven and I grab my pastel colored oven mitts. As soon as I open the oven a wave of heat blows towards me followed by the smell of lasagna. I place the huge tray on the stovetop to let it cool. I set another tray of garlic bread in place where the lasagna was and shut the oven door. I can hear you giggling childishly in the living room as I continue to ready the feast. “Something funny, chuckles?” I ask adding extra parmesan cheese atop the lasagna. You laugh wildly and I can hear you attempting to roll yourself off the couch. “Ah-! Don’t you EVEN get off that couch.” I smile as I can hear you re-thinking your decision. “Oop-!” You whisper to yourself followed by a loud thump. “That's better.” I remind you.

I start the timer again for the garlic bread and head into the living room where I see my obese rabbit stuck on the couch, high, tipsy, and bubbly. “Perfect…” I say under my breath but loud enough for you to hear. “Hm?” You look up at me while I hover over you. Your mouth hangs open at the site of my tits and belly in my tight little black bunny suit. “Like what you see, bunny?” I ask. You nod brainlessly. “Your meal is almost done…but perhaps you could go for dessert again?” You lick your lips gazing at me. Lustful and greedy you make grabby hands at my body. “Hmm…do I think you were a good enough bun today?” I pretend to ponder teasingly. “You huff, make an angry pouty face, and nod your head quickly. Your chin and cheeks jiggle making it all the better. “I suppose you were..”
I saunter around the couch and place myself over your lap, straddling your hips. Your enormous belly nearly pushes me away so I heave it up and wobble it.

“My my pig- I mean…bunny…” Your face changes to a bright red as soon as the word ‘pig’ escapes my mouth. “You’re getting quite big..” I slap your belly, the fabric taking most of the hit. “You know…this DID fit last year. Remember?” I jiggle your belly again, watching the fat flow like ocean waves. The buttons now straining to contain such mass I slip my finger under one. “These buttons are so tight…they might just pop right off tonight.” I gaze up at you, your eyes wide, you squirm in arousal. I reach my hand up to your face and pinch your cheek. “What a plump little bunny…” My hand slides up the side of your round gut and I grab a handful of your squishy arm fat. “Don’t worry, I’ll do all the work tonight so you don’t lose a single ounce from these soft arms.” You giggle, higher than a kite and blushing from my words.