Smoothie Queen
"Time for your breakfast smoothie sweetie! I know you love this part of the day." He says, excitedly.
"Please, we don't have to do this. I'll eat whatever you tell me to, I'll never question it again." I beg, hoping he'll stop all of this.
"Don't be silly, you need your healthy breakfast and you're going to get it. Get on all fours. It's going to be a bigger one today." He says, firmly.
Tears threaten to spill over. This is revolting. My boyfriend loves torturing me and I hate it.
"Let's open up that hungry asshole, oh that plug was perfect! Nice big gaping hole. Like a garbage disposal. Time to load your asshole so we can load the blender." He tells me, somehow in awe and excitement.
He shoves so much fruit in my asshole and then funnels a quart of milk in. After I sit with my asshole filled to the brim for 20 minutes, he makes me push it all into the blender. Then he adds vitamins and protein powder and then blends it. This is my only breakfast intake for the past week. All because I refused something I didn't feel like. I learned my lesson. I don't want to keep eating my breakfast from my asshole.
He hooks up a funnel gag and starts feeding me the disgusting smoothie. I cringe and cry and he just shushes me as he lines his cock up with my stretched out hole.
"I love breakfast time with you sweetie, I never want this to stop. I feel so much better now that I know exactly what you eat for every meal and how you eat it. This is the kind of control I need to be happy with you. You are going to be the perfect wife soon. And mother. Eventually we'll fill that belly up with more than your asshole soaked meals. This is never going to stop"














