Easter feast

Chapter 3 - always have dessert first

“Ready for dessert?” I ask knowing full well the answer to my question is going to be ‘yes’.
“Mmmhm!” You nod your head excitedly. I get up from your lap and you whine a fake whine as I walk away. “Don’t cry you big baby, I’m getting your dessert…” I snap back. As I remove the cake from the fridge and set it on the counter to get a plate, a better idea pops up into my head. I remove the plastic lid revealing a rich black forest cake with chocolate and cherry drizzle, whipped cream for the finishing touch. “I hope you’re ready for this…” I chime carrying it back to the couch. You look up at me, eyes nearly shimmering with excitement. “I don’t want to do any dishes tonight. So bunny, you’ll just have to gobble this down without spoon or fork.” You tilt your head a bit in confusion and I hop back onto your lap with the cake resting on your gut. You sit up slightly and I push my fingers into the mushy cake, crumbs falling around my hand and onto your white outfit. “Uh-” Concerned you begin to speak but I speedily start shoveling cake into your mouth. “Nope- no speaking. Only cake.” You moan, baked and content. I watch your lips smack and work the cake down. “Very good…” I praise raising another handful of cake up to your mouth.

Raring for more you bite into the spongy rich dessert getting frosting and cherry drizzle all down your chin and front. “I should have made you put on a piggy onesie instead…” You grunt and moan again. Handful after handful gone. “I know this outfit isn’t going to last even another month…so I plan on retiring it after tonight bun.” Your eyebrows furrow and you look up at me. “You heard me. We’re trashing this tonight. You’re going to pop the buttons off of this and make a mess of yourself for me.” You whine again, I wrap my hand around your tubby neck. “And you’re going to love every bit of it.” I growl.

The timer suddenly goes off from the oven. Garlic bread is done but the cake I have before me is not. “Hurry pig-I mean…bun..” I begin shoving cake into you rapidly. Pushing more into you watching you struggle to keep up. “Hurry now, don’t want to burn the garlic bread love.” You choke a little to try and gobble the rest down. You moan lightly between bites and I press my hand into your stomach measuring how full you are. “Good job…I’ve trained you well haven’t I?” You nod in agreement. At that, two more handfuls await while you finish up the rest in my hand. Your mouth is surrounded by a thick chocolate mess and you try your best to lick it up but your pathetic attempts fail.

I press into you again, your stomach still soft and pliable. The excitement of just knowing I’ll be able to stuff more food into you takes over and I quickly grab another handful and ram it into your mouth. “More…” I whisper knowing how much that word truly gets you going.
You whimper submissively, high, powerless, and practically immobilized. I’ve won, yet again. You sigh and gulp followed by a loud burp. “Good, make more room in there for me..” I whisper doing my best to keep you hungry and greedy. “One more bite of cake tubby…” I push the last bite past your lips and watch you wearily gobble it down. “Good job…well done chubby bunny…ready for more?” You groggily nod your head but suddenly your eyes widen. “Huh?!” You slop your tongue over your lips and tilt your head like a curious puppy. “Did my fat blitzed bunny forget about the main course?” I tease. Your eyes glance down at your belly, which is getting full, but not there yet.

“Mmm…maybe later?” You question me. I grin and begin grinding on you in circles all while both hands are on your wide round gut. “Mmmh- maybe-uh…” You look down, flushed. I can feel your arousal growing. “Maybe…what again?” I ask prying the correct answer out of you. “Maybe…n-now?” You reply with uncertainty. “Good answer.” I slap your fat gut to watch it ripple as I bend my legs to unmount your lap. “Now bun…I want you on your hands and knees on the rug in there.” I can hear you moaning as if you were in agony. “Don’t make me come in there…” I stop what I’m doing to hear the hasty shuffle…well attempted haste. All I can hear coming from the living room are your sighs, grunts, and groans again as you shift your body in an upright position, not even standing yet. “I’m getting your trough ready…hurry up!” I slap spoonfuls of lasagna into a long customized ceramic trough labeled ‘pig’. I break little pieces of garlic bread off and place them around the lasagna, finishing it off by mixing it all together then adding more cheese on top. “I hope you’re ready…”

I hear you fake crying for a second, whining and huffing trying to stand up, your fat cake filled gut proving to be an anchor. I smile to myself knowing exactly how to get you to the floor. “If I don’t hear those little hooves-I mean…feet, hit the floor…you’re getting the collar!” The room goes quiet as I slop more food into your trough. “HOP! BUNNY!” My voice booms, I hear you making a small peep then a sassy growl follows. At that, I quickly grab your pink collar and leash from behind my door. Your shiny pink bedazzled tag reading ‘Piggy’. Just by hearing the collar and tag jingle I can tell you’re growing excited. I listen closely and hear a little squee noise coming from you.