Chapter 3 - consummation

On Day 30, I had my last meal in the hotel. Our reservation had come to a close and it was time to leave. I was going to miss the food, the food that had brought me so much pleasure and torment over the last month. Knowing it was the last night, I really hoped he would gift me with a proper finale. Dessert came to the room and I planned to give him a show. I was going to blow myself up tonight, just for him. To feel those masculine hands on my plumping flesh, rubbing my belly when I was too full to move. I wanted to feel his chiseled body pressed up against my doughy one. I wanted to feel his Clark Gable mustache dust the crumbs off of my lips. I wanted him between my legs, his massive member plunged into my aching p*ssy. I was going to make him want me.

Chocolate cake, mint chocolate chip ice cream (my favorite), hot fudge brownie, creme brulee, tiramisu, New York cheesecake, a cinnamon bun, tempura fried ice cream, salted caramel, apple pie, and a plate of chocolate chip cookies to tie it all together. Every dish felt like heaven in my mouth. I savored each bite while stuffing my face. Sweet, savory, hot, cold; the combination of textures and flavors swirled around in my mouth like a cream filled washing machine. I didn't center in on any one in particular, instead choosing to sample each one as I went along. My spoon was getting quite the workout as it quickly dashed from plate to plate, lifting heaving mounds of cake to my lips. I saw Jin look on with a sick smile on his face, so I sped up even more.

I started smashing foods together, making unholy combinations of sugar and fat. Cheesecake mixed with caramel, cookies dipped in custard, ice cream draped over everything else. I was a mess, getting food all over my face, chest, and in my hair. Not that it mattered, he would clean me up later. The bedspread would probably be stained beyond redemption, as a plethora of droplets fell from my spoon and my mouth. I should probably leave the staff a nice tip for the cleanup they would have to do when we left. Then I remembered I didn't have any money. Sure, my husband was wealthy, but I was even poorer then I had been before the marriage. He confiscated all my credit cards and stashed my purse away somewhere. I mean, I didn't have much money to begin with, but at least it was my own. Now I had nothing. I truly belonged to him, and this thought made me eat even faster.

By the time I was finished, I was stuffed beyond thought. My belly was bulging out like a balloon. But it definitely wasn't filled with helium, as the heaviness on my swollen torso could attest. I let my fingers fall on top of the hill that was my gut and let my gooey, dessert-covered hands rub it down. A familiar heat rose between my legs as I rubbed my bare thighs together, trying to sooth an itch I just couldn't scratch. My nipples were hard and swollen, and not just because some ice cream happened to be dripping down over them. I wanted him to take me so bad. I tried to sit up, to strike a sexy pose, but I was far too stuffed to move. I was beached in bed like a whale on shore and that turned me on, because I thought it would turn him on. I would pleasure him all I could if he just gave me the chance.

He walked up to me and patted my head, brushing my hair out of my face. "You've done such a good job Whitney. You're going to be huge in no time. I honestly thought you would put up more of a fight, but it seems you were born to be a piggy. My piggy".

He rubbed the back of his hand against my face. I shivered. Yes, I am your piggy. To do with as you please. I'll be anything you want me to be, just touch me again.

"Maybe I should give you a treat for being such a good pet". Yes please. I've been so good.

"You've certainly earned one. And by the looks of it, you'd really like me to give it to you". This was it. Oh god, I've been waiting so long.

Just as I started to shift into a better position, I heard a knock at the door. "There it is now". I was confused. What was waiting on the other side of that door?

He came back to the bed after answering the door, carrying the top tier of our wedding cake, all sliced up. "Now I know it's tradition to save this until our anniversary, but I think you deserve it now". I was extremely disappointed. Not only was I not getting laid tonight, I was going to have to eat even more. I don't think I can hold anymore. I open my mouth to protest, but he quickly puts his finger to my lips and says "Shush, good cows don't talk. And you're a good cow, aren't you?" I whimpered and nodded with my mouth shut. "That's what I though. Now open wide".

I did as he said and had a slice of cake forced into my mouth. I barely had a chance to chew. One after another, he fed me by hand. It was so erotic. I had never been so aroused in my life. My inner thighs felt like a sauna as sex steam boiled from within. He had never fed me before. I had always eaten by myself while he watched from across the room. The feeling of helplessness, eating way beyond my fill, was driving me crazy. Feeling his breath on my skin had me melting. I was glutted and it felt so good. It felt so right. I needed this. I needed him. I needed to be filled. The more cake that entered me, the hotter I got. If I couldn't have sex, this would be the next best thing. I was gasping for air around from the pressure in my stomach. I was twitching with arousal. As the final piece of cake passed my lips, sweet dough and frosting dancing on my tongue, I could hold it anymore. I came and I came hard. It was better than the best sex I'd ever had. As I moaned in climax through a mouthful of wedding cake, I knew his transformation had been complete. The part of me that hated this, that part of me that wanted to further my acting career, the part of me that feared this clearly abusive relationship, the part of me that still wanted to be independent, had eroded. He had broken me. He had tamed me. He had domesticated me. I was his cow now and that all I wanted to be.

As I swallowed the last bit of cake and started drifting off into my carnal afterglow, he kissed me on the forehead and strapped a collar with a bell around my neck. Just before I drifted into yet another food coma, I heard him whisper "Now you're ready for the rest of your life". And I couldn't wait.