Easter feast

Chapter 1 - egg hunt

There I stood in the doorway leading to my backyard, arms crossed, slight grin on my face. My bunny ears drooped annoyingly downwards so I finally decided to remove them. The fluffy little tail however…

I watched as you waddled across my yard in your oversized bunny onesie that was already too small. Last year it was loose on you and now the buttons were straining to hold your massive tank of a gut. You huffed and puffed your way to each colorful egg. Last year it was all just candy but this year I had a better idea. Easter candy, gummy edibles, and mini shots to make it ten times the fun. You gobbled and guzzled greedily as I watched.

“Hop like a little bunny, tubby!” I commanded. You glanced back at me with a look of reluctance but you carried on, hopping sloppily yet merrily around to each egg. Now you really were winded. I chuckled to myself while you leaned against a tree to catch your breath. “You’ve got…four more. Keep looking!” The look on your face was priceless. Your stubbornness kept you going even though I knew you were growing tired. A true fatty always keeps going for another taste.

I heard three more eggs being cracked open then you scarfing down the snacks. Your fat round ass bouncing and jiggling in your onesie as you reached the final one that was resting on a tree branch just out of your reach. Your pathetic hopping was comical. You quickly gave up and pouted for a second. I laughed while you forced your body up and down again trying to reach the treasured egg. “Use your head silly!” You turned back around and huffed at me like the brat you are. You pondered over it for a minute then I saw you get an idea. “There you go…” I encouraged, while you grabbed a smaller limb of the tree and pulled the branch down. You popped the egg open and it was another edible. I smiled knowing full well you were going to be mine for the rest of the day. High, drunk, and ready to get your fill.

You waddled up to my porch, a bead of sweat trailing down the side of your face. “Get a little workout in did you?” I tease. You fan your face and proceed to plop your fat ass down on my porch swing making it creak and groan under your weight. “I wonder how much more food I can stuff inside of you until that swing gives out…” You look up at me a bit uneasily. “I’d say it would collapse when you get to six hundred…” I smile wickedly. “Are you ready for more?” I ask. You lean back into the swing trying to not seem so ridiculously out of shape, stifling the fact that you are still out of breath just by walking up to the porch.

I step out of the doorway and fan the aroma lingering in the kitchen. “Come now plump bunny…let’s get you settled on the couch before you’re stuck out here.” I help you to your feet again and walk you towards the couch. You goofily lose track of where you’re going and redirect yourself to the oven. “Mmm…” You bend over to try and look behind the glass. “Ah!-” I spank your blubbery ass with a wooden spoon. “Not yet, bunny pig…”