Chapter 1
You can smell the wonderful aroma of food coming from the kitchen. You knew what your girlfriend was cooking, her famous Teriyaki Chicken, with rice and steamed mushrooms. Your mouth waters just at the thought of it. You look down at your hands which feel extremely numb, and very weak. And that’s the price you pay from working all day nonstop.
You test your hands by clapping them together twice, you can’t feel anything. Your girlfriend comes into the living room to check up on you.
“Hey there cutie, how’ve you been?” she asks, sitting down next to you.
You shrug, trying to hide the fact that your hands are numb.
“You do remember me saying to take a break today at work…right?”
Actually, you don’t remember that, but you nod your head anyway.
Your girlfriend frowns, knowing that you're lying. “Alright then…” Your girlfriend says suspiciously. She snatches your hand and squeezes it. You jerk your hand back in pain.
“I knew it!” She says. “You lied!”
You hold your head down in defeat.
“You see!” Your girlfriend exclaims. “This is what happens when you work too hard! Why didn’t you ask for a break!”
You sigh. “I felt fine the entire time-”
“No!” Your Girlfriend cries. “Ugh, next time, make sure you take a break!”
You nod.
“Come to the kitchen, the food is ready.”
You reluctantly follow her to the kitchen. “Sit down.” She says as she motions her hand towards the chair, you sit down and wait for your food, She walks over to the cabinet and grabs a plate. You watch her intensely, your mouth watering.
“How am I supposed to eat with my hands all limp like this?” You ask. Your girlfriend shrugs, she sets the plate down. Sweet teriyaki chicken with savory rice, but more chicken than rice. “I put more chicken and less rice, I know you’re not that fond of savory rice.” She says.
You nod. You see your girlfriend grab a fork, she scoops up some of the rice. “Open wide!” She says. You gasp.
“What the-what the hell are you doing!?” You Shriek.
“You’re hungry…aren’t you?” She asked.
You start to feel flustered. “Look, I-I’m not that helpless, I don’t need you feeding me!”
Your girlfriend chuckles, amused by your defense. She shrugs. “Oh well, guess you’ll go on hungry.”
You scoff. “Oh please, I’ll be fine-” But before you could finish your sentence, your stomach growls, betraying you. You gulp. The fresh aroma only made your mouth water and stomach more hungry. “Oh…okay okay fine…I guess I can have one bite.”
“Perfect!” She claps her hands. She grabbed the spoon and scooped up the rice. “Say ahhh,” She says.
You roll your eyes. “I’m not some dumb baby.”
Your girlfriend chuckles. “Well you're my dumb baby, now, open wide.
You sigh as you slowly open your mouth. She gently enters the spoon in your mouth.
The first bite engulfed you in a warm savory feeling. You swallow. “This tastes so heavenly.” You say.
“I know it does.” Your girlfriend says. “My cooking is the best.” She grabs the fork and grabs the chicken with it.
You still don’t like the idea of her feeding you but a part of you seems like you want this to happen.
“You can say all you want about how much you don't like this.” She says. But I know deep down inside, you do…”
You flush, but don’t even bother to say anything back. Without thinking your mouth drops open, ready for more. This time, your girlfriend grabs both the chicken and the rice, and feeds it to you. You sigh deeply, relishing the wonderful taste. You swallow. “This is so…so good.”
“Good?” Your girlfriend questions. “You’ve eaten this before, what’s the difference?”
You look up at her, your eyes heavy, hungry for something more than just the food. “Well, all those times you weren’t feeding me.”
“So…things taste better when I feed you?” She asks, curiously.
“Y-yes.” You fluster. “Please, f-feed me, feed me mommy!” You whimper.
Your cheeks burn as you realize what just slipped out, the words hanging in the air between you like an unexpected, charged confession. Your girlfriend raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips.
“Did you just call me ‘mommy’?” she teases, clearly enjoying the blush that has spread across your cheeks.
You stammer, trying to recompose yourself. “I-I didn’t mean to—Please Don't be mad.”
“I’m not mad, I actually kind of liked it.” Her voice turned deeper, you could see the insatiable look in her eyes.
“You’re so very submissive.”
She whispered in ears, sending shivers down your spine. “Beg.” She orders you.
“Beg?” You repeat.
“I love it when you enjoy my cooking. I love the effect it has on you.”
You gulp. “Uh, I-I umm…” You stammer.
“Come on baby.” Your girlfriend says. “You know you love it…don’t you.”
Your cheeks flush, your will to obey becomes stronger. Just looking at her makes you feel so helpless.
“F-feed me mommy…p-please, feed me!”
“Good…” She commented. She grabs a spoon full of rice and feeds it to you.
“Oh, mmm…” You exclaim “I love it when you feed me mommy!”
“See, this isn’t that bad, is it?”
“No…” You say. “It feels, really, really, good…”
You say breathlessly.
Your girlfriend chuckles. Satisfied that she finally has you tamed. “I think we’re done here.” She says, she picks up the plate and puts it on the counter, you sit there, completely relaxed. She comes over and rubs you on the head.
You look up at her. “Thank you for feeding me…”
She smiles as she nods, slowly caressing your face, you moan deeply. “Of course. Anything for you..” She chuckles.
“I’ve…I’ve never felt anything like this before.” You nervously chuckle, finally returning back to your normal self. Your girlfriend smiles.
“It’s always good to try new things.” She encourages.
“Thanks.” You say. “I’ll cherish this moment for life.”
She grabs the towel and wipes your mouth. “Now, you must be thirsty!”
She says. She grabs a glass of water that was waiting on the counter with ice inside. She walks over and gently places the cup on your mouth and you start to drink. The water cools your steamy stomach and hot emotions.
You sigh in relief. “Now,” She says. “I think it’s time for dessert.” You smile. You watch her walk over to the fridge, as she opens it she grabs out a bowl of vanilla ice cream and chocolate cake on the side.
Having your girlfriend feed you had you turned on, you started to feel your manhood start to twitch, you start to become hungry for more than just food.
“Say ahhh.” Your girlfriend as she puts another scoop into your mouth, your manhood starts to twitch more, you shift uncomfortably, bulging out of your pants. Your girlfriend takes notice.
“Ah…someones getting a bit excited…”
You blush. “I-I can’t help it!” You stammer. “I
just never felt…never felt this so so-”
“Aroused?” She finishes.
You hold your head down.
“Yes…”
She smirks, clearly pleased with the effect she's having on you.
"Well then, let's see if we can do something about that,"
she purrs, setting the bowl of ice cream aside. Your heart races as she leans in close, her lips brushing against your ear.
"I want you to relax and enjoy this, okay baby?"
she whispers, her breath warm against your skin. You shiver, nodding mutely. She begins to touch you, her hands roaming over your body with practiced ease. You gasp as she runs her fingers along the bulge in your pants, teasing you through the fabric.
"My, my, what do we have here?" she coos, her voice thick with desire. Slowly, torturously, she unzips your pants and frees your manhood from its confines. You moan softly as she takes you in hand, her grip firm and assured.
"Mmm, so hard for me already,"
she murmurs, her thumb brushing over the sensitive tip. She starts to stroke you, her movements slow and deliberate. You can feel the pleasure building, coiling tight in your belly.
"Feels so good," you pant, your hips bucking involuntarily.
Your girlfriend chuckles. “Like this?” She says, as she continues to stroke.
“Y-yes!” You gasp! “Just…just like that.”
She bends down and engulfs your link into her mouth, you start to moan loudly, your hips bucking wildly now. “Mmm, oh…fuck-” You moan.
She continues, her tongue working, and doing its magic. “F…mommy, I’m gonna, I’m about to…” you gasp mid sentence, as you try to pull away.
But she doesn't let you. Instead, she grabs your hips tightly, holding you in place as she continues to work you with her mouth. "It's okay, baby," she says, pulling back for a moment. "Just let it happen. Cum for mommy." And with that, you do. Your manhood pulses, spilling your seed into her mouth. She swallows it down greedily, milking you for every last drop. When she finally pulls away, you're left panting and spent, your body trembling with the force of your climax. She smiles, wiping her mouth delicately. "Good boy," she purrs, patting your head. "Mommy's so proud of you."
You take a deep shuddering breath.
“So…” She starts. “How about that Ice Cream?”
