Year of the Rabbit

Chapter 1 - Year of the Rabbit

She looked at him dubiously, "a playboy bunny outfit, really?" her hands giving her soft pot belly a little jiggle to draw attention to it. "you think I'll be able to stuff *this* into *that*?" He chuckled, a little, smiling and replying "Well, no, you probably will rip it, but that's half the fun right? finding out if you can still squeeze into something that would've looked a little small on you before we met?" she felt her cheeks flush. It was true, she wasn't exactly skinny to begin with but since they'd started seeing each other regularly she'd gone from curvy to definitely chubby, maybe even a little fat. Her T-shirts still hid it, she'd always been top-heavy and most of the weight so far had gone to her chest and thighs, and not her face or arms. but her tummy was definitely starting to look permanently bloated and not just a little flabby, and that bunny-girl corset was going to be tested to its limits if she put it on.

Especially since that wasn't the entire "new years" surprise. The kitchen table had a large sheetcake with cream cheese frosting and a carrot and bunny motif picked out in food dye, presumably carrot cake. about six to eight people worth. He hadn't actually said anything about that yet. But she already had a feeling she knew exactly what he was planning. "And why would I wear something that uncomfortable for you when it's not even like, a special occasion?" she smirks, she's being a bit of a brat and hopes he takes the bait. He does, he knows she's playing too. "You'll wear it because I want you to, Bunny. And you'll eat everything too, because good girls finish their plates." and that was the plan for the evening. he was going to make her wear that ridiculously small outfit, that probably wouldn't even cover her heavy breasts properly at this point, and sit at that kitchen table while he fed her as much of that cake as she could manage to choke down with her stomach constricted by that corset and all she could think about right at that moment was she hoped it wasn't a rental because her crotch was already feeling warm and he hadn't even touched her yet. It was a foregone conclusion that she'd let him do this.

"Alright, but you don't get to help me put it on, mister" she says teasingly. he steps close and whispers, his breath warm on her earlobe "that's ok, because I'm going to spend the rest of the evening helping you burst out of it." His hands give her round jiggly butt a playful squeeze and then a light slap as he turns her around and pushes her toward the bedroom. "Ok, I'll wait here patiently, take as long as you need"

The outfit included a pair of ears on a headband, and some sheer stockings. nothing was in her size. Well, it had been her size, before she'd ever even joined fantasy feeder, but she'd been a little chubby for this outfit even before he met her, and their activities since then had made her bigger yet. it might take a safety pin or two to even get into it. At least the zipper went almost all the way down the back, to just above the little cotton 'tail'. Stepping into it wouldn't be too bad, getting the zipper up though, she had a feeling it might not be possible alone. She frowned. He probably planned this - even though she teased him into waiting in the other room, she had a feeling she wasn't going to get this zipped up without him.

she slipped out of her t-shirt and pants, and then after some consideration her thong and the heavy duty bra she wore most days lately. pulled up the sheer stockings - these at least were her size, and went on pretty easily, no tummy control panel she noticed. Then she stood up and bunched the bunny outfit in her hands and stepped through the leg holes. they were tight, it was an effort to get them over her thighs, and her hips were a bit of a struggle even with it fully unzipped. Had her butt really gotten this big? she was used to thinking of herself as top heavy but right now she felt like her ass was the size of a couch cushion. With a grunt she got it over the swell of her butt and hips. "Doing ok in there?" she hears from the other room. "You just stay put hunny" She calls back, as she carefully works the outfit up her torso. with the zipper down it goes over her tummy without issue, but the corset cups are comically undersized. she squirms and twists til she can see the label on the side seam. "D-cup"? she smirks. She had been coy about it recently, making sure he didn't know but she had just purchased her first F-cup bra this month. She does her best but her nipples peek over the top of the corset all the same.

Gripping the back with one arm she regards herself in the mirror critically. "Yup, you've gotten *fat*" she says to herself in the mirror. Every bit the figure she used to fantasize and fear when she was younger and wondering if her puberty would ever end. In some ways it hadn't. Sure she'd hit adulthood, but genetics and her appetite had made sure she never stopped "Growing". And he was such a bad influence. She stopped fingering her own nipple with her free hand, shaking her head, she hadn't even realized she'd been doing it. Time to try to get that zipper up. Sucking her gut in, laying down, breathing out... best she could manage a nearly breathless 5 minutes later, huffing and puffing, was to get it to the middle of her back. the pressure on her stomach and chest was too much with her flexing to reach.

"Hunny? you better keep your eyes closed but I'm coming out so you can zip it" She peeks around the door, he's sitting in the kitchen chair eyes closed hands resting loosely in his lap; the cake cut, a blender cup sitting next to it, full of milkshake. The phone sitting on the kitchen table telling her he had been browsing reddit or something. She walked into the room, took his hands, turned around, and guided them to the zipper. He gripped it, and slowly worked it up as she carefully controller her breathing and posture. it closed.

"I knew it would fit" he said with a smile, which turned into an open mouthed gape as she turned around. her breasts squashed by the cups to spill over, big plump mounds of deep cleavage spilling over on top and the sides. Her stiff nipples on full display. "well, I guess it didn't fit after all" he leans close and slips his lips around her right nipple, tongue licking playfully. It tickles a little, and makes a small shiver go down her spine. She can't help giggling. "hey now..." she coos. She can't wait til she's lactating and she can feed him like this, she imagines it might make her orgasm all by itself. All too soon he's let go, standing up out of the chair and guiding her shoulders so she sits in it. Her eyes are now level with his crotch. Denim hides a lot but she can already tell he's rock hard and they haven't even started.

"And now for the rest of our little party" he grins, taking a fork ful of carrot cake and guiding it to her lips. She eats, eagerly. It's delicious and creamy and moist. an excellent cake, probably from the local bakery. she eats the first slice quickly, her hands are free, and she ends up taking it from him and feeding herself. As erotic as being fed is, when she's hungry it's often faster to shovel it in on her own. He gets a straw from the kitchen drawers and a glass and pours milkshake into it. Thick, pink. Strawberry. Fat, she's going to get so fat. And she can't *wait*.

Two slices down. three. he cut it into a dozen pieces. She's already feeling full. He starts feeding her again, using the fork. Four pieces. the corset is so uncomfortable on her food baby, she starts squirming, trying to reach the zipper. He takes of his belt, and takes her hands and ties them with it, behind the chair back. the leather of his belt digging into her wrists a little, hurting in the way that such things do, sharpening her focus. His hands caress her shoulders and he leans close and says "now now, you're not taking that off until you finish your cake, bunny-girl" He resumes feeding her, still using the fork. going a little slower, more breaks for milkshake. she's moaning between bites now, the corset getting so tight that it's almost like trying to eat while he grips her stomach, difficult. Halfway.

Between bites, while she chews and swallows, his hands start exploring more and more, at first her shoulders, her breasts... fingers expertly teasing her large aerola, her stiffened nipples, fingers slipping her cleavage. but also down along her sides, exploring her stomach, seeing how strained the corset is getting. Once or twice while she's taking short breaks, even stroking the sides of her legs.

she starts trying to refuse the fork. he stops using it, literally pushing cake against her lips with one hand, while the other gently pulls her lower jaw down to open her lips. She's moaning, squirming, crumbs tickling her breasts where the top squashes her chest together into a deep valley of cleavage. She loses count of the slices. a tear drips down her cheek, and he stops. waiting for her to speak. "No it's ok, keep going" she groans "I'm a good girl yeah?". He Smiles, kisses her cream cheese stained lips. "You're a very good girl and when you finish we will breed like rabbits." she giggles, then burps in his face. "Hey now..." he says chidingly. "Guess you've got more room again"

a seam pops, on the side. just a few stitches. but it's enough to release some of the pressure on her stomach. she gasps in surprise. He smirks and says "guess you're getting full." then pushes a few fingers into the gap, probing her chubby love handle. "Let's make it easier on you" He slips a few fingers from the other hand in there too, tugging, ripping it further. a six inch gash in the side of the outfit, her flab bulging out of it. but it's enough, she has room to finish.

The last few bites go almost as fast as the first, the anticipating of him stripping her out of the ruined outfit driving her eagerness, the realization that she's nearly done. she feels pregnant, she feels like someone pumped her full of lard. she feels... empty, between her thighs. She always does, when she stuffs her stomach, almost like a different part of her gets jealous that it's not being overfilled too. They've been at this for almost an hour, he's been rock hard in her face the entire time, he's gotta be feeling pretty uncomfortable too.

She finishes. the last bite, the last sip. he undoes her hands. she slouches, her belly almost bumping the table. he hands cradling it like it's her child. "Look what you do to me. Are you trying to pop me?" she moans, slurring her words a little, her voice thick with arousal. "No, I wouldn't ever pop you." he says indulgently. His hands groping her breasts and pulling them free of the cups. "I think you might have let yourself go a little hunny. usually you need to be pregnant first then put on the baby weight, not the other way around" she moans as he tugs on her nipples. "Guess I better knock you up so you have an excuse." all she can manage is a "yessir" and then he's helping her out of the chair, helping her waddle to the bedroom, undoing the zipper. tearing the sheer stockings...


pulling her into his lap on the bed, his hands on her taut stuffed stomach. his pants around his ankles, his erection hot against her thigh. She's aching. Achingly full and achingly empty at the same time. This will be only the second time they have sex while she's stuffed to the brim like this. Usually he prefers to *** when she's not stuffed, maybe an affirmation that he's not only into her for fetish reasons. But right now, neither of them cares, neither can stop it. "I hope the weight goes to my tits" she purrs, leaning forward as much as she dares with her belly this large, teasing like she's going to smother him with them. "I hope it goes to your butt" he replies "Those tits grow fast enough all on their own". It's true, she's gone up at least a cup size every 18 months, it's slowed since her teen years, but she's starting to think they never will stop growing. Even when she loses weight they stay bigger. "they'll grow even faster if I put a baby in your belly" He adds. his hands guiding his shaft into her. She shifts, taking it eagerly, greedily, feeling his hot cock push into her as she settles her hips on his lap. "Don't make a girl a promise you can't keep" She says softly. "In that case," he replies "I promise".