You walk into the house after a long day and it smells so good, like all kinda of different foods. I walk out from behind the corner wearing an apron over my bra and underwear and come up to you and tell you that I have such a surprise for my big boy tonight. I hand you a beer and tell you to go sit down for a little longer and I lean down and kiss your belly, telling it to be patient. I go back to the kitchen and finish cooking. I call you into the kitchen and when you walk in, I'm setting up and armless kitchen chair in the center of the kitchen and I have some rope laying on the counter. I come up to you and give you a long kiss while I undo the button and zipper of your pants to have them fall to the floor and then I grab the bottom hem of your shirt and pull it up over your head so you're just left in your boxers. I push you down into the kitchen chair and tell you to sit still. I grab the rope and tie your hands behind the chair and your ankles to the legs of the chair. Then, I stand in front of you and I reach back to the bow that's keeping my apron and and I untie it, lift it off over my head, and let throw it aside. I grab a huge plate of food and then towards you and ask if you're ready, hoping for you to moan out a yes. I sit down on your lap, facing you, my legs on the outside of yours and my knees by your sides. I sit as close as a can so your belly is sitting in the insides of my thighs. I start putting bite after bite into your mouth without pause. In my mind I'm just hoping that you'll moan out for more and to keep feeding you. I feed you plate after plate and I get so satisfied with every bite you take because I can feel your belly pushing closer and closer into me and I keep having to scoot bad for your expanding belly. You finish all the food and beg for more so I funnel feed you some cream to fill you the rest of the way up. I stand up off of your lap and watch your belly relax. I walk around you a couple times telling you how well you did, teasing about not knowing if I should untie my piggy yet or not, teasing you about how much you are and how much you turn me on but that you're tied down and you can't get to me. But, I eventually get too turned on, myself, and stand I front of you. I put my hands on your knees and lean down to your belly and start kissing it, telling you how well you did and how proud I was of you. I take on of my hands and grab the band of your boxers and pull it down and little and keep kissing and I watch you start to squirm.
