She hasn't responded since you last sent her a pic of the finished large Pizza she ordered you for lunch. That was 3 hours ago. You take a second to lean back on the couch and reflect on how you got here. The love handles spilling out of your underwear graze the side of the couch as you do. It's still a new feeling. You had always been under 125 at 5'9 before you started datinga a year ago. Sitting at 230 for the last week has made you really take in all your new features. The most prominent being that gut she put on you. It hands over your waist and into your lap a little. You can't help but give it a jiggle. Then there's your chest. It's never been the most prominent part of your body but recently it's been developing new softness that wasn't there before. Your hand travels down back to your rear end. You recall the first time you went home with her and her words at seeing your ass for the first time.
"Someone was hiding their ASSets well" she said as she took in your bubble butt.
You blushed and bit your lip to keep from smiling. you remember her profile said something about having high expectations for a good ass. You were happy to meet her expectations, or so you thought.
Eight months later and you realize she wanted a dumptruck. And with the way she treats you in and out of the bedroom, you're ready to do anything for her.
Your interrupted by the sound of the front door opening and closing.
"Babe can you help me with these groceries"
You can't help but feel the submissive nature take over, you get up and walk over and help her carry the groceries. You see ingredients for all your favorite home cooked meals, snacks and desserts.
"Mistre-" you start to say before she pops a donut hole in your mouth to hush you.
"I got passed over. They gave the job I wanted to Louis. So right now, my love. I need you to take this box of donut holes and this 2 liter, and go play your games-" she says before you interrupt her.
She stops and looks at you with curious eyes.
"I am not going to stop you from doing this. But next time will you please send me a text back to let me know? It's easier for me to prepare that way and not feel as overwhelmed." You say. You know how she can be. That's why you both established these safe words. Nevertheless you're still eager to stuff for her.
"I will. I apologize for that tubby. Green?" She asked with a wicked twinkle and you nod your head and carry your snacks into the living room.
Yeah there are those who stress eat. However, a feeder who stress cooks and a feedee, with an insatiable urge to please, make a good couple. As you sit down and get comfortable on the couch you hear her on the phone
"Yes I'll have 2 quarts of lo mein, 2 quarts of general TSOs and 6 orders of chicken on a stick." She says.
You then realize how much she's going to make you eat tonight.
