As an airport shuttle driver, I only saw my boss/dispatcher at the beginning of my shift. By the time I finished my shift nightly, the day crew had come in, and day crew had a different dispatcher. Unlike my dispatcher/boss this woman was overly friendly to everyone, and sat at a desk instead of having a standing desk. She was also rather good looking white woman, (to some, not me), and VERY married. She wore her wedding ring like a badge of honor. She was around 40, and we all knew in the back of our minds she was most likely a giant "Karen" in public.
My boss and dispatcher was a large woman that stood all night. So after about three hours into a twelve hour shift she became sore from standing, which ruined her normally chipper mood from the beginning of the night. She'd been known to rip into drivers that missed a passenger.
I finally asked her why she had a standing desk, instead of a normal one. Considering the pain she was feeling by the end of the night, it made no sense to me. She was easily 140 pounds and five foot ten inches. So we saw eye to eye. We were complete opposites otherwise. I was a slightly tanned white guy, and she was dark chocolate skinned.
"You see this big beautiful ass? I don't want to dent mine by sitting on it, see how perfectly round it is? I know you do, because it be the first thing you look at when you clock in honey!" I raised my hands to indicate it wasn't true. It was, but I had never realized she had caught me. I thought I had been discrete.
She laughed. "I just teasin'" The 34 year old divorcee joked.
She stopped me to finish her thought. "You know how big girls, have that flat spot on their butt when they sit all the time? I don't want that ever! That's why I stand Michael. Now tonight you got your old bus 34. It's been inspected over the weekend so it should not have that squeak anymore. If it does, you radio me ASAP okay hon?"
"Will do, thanks for getting me my normal bus back. You look great by the way Lindy." I said as I grabbed the keys from the board. Her name was Yolinda, but we were informed that only her Momma calls her that.
She smiled at me, making my heart melt.
"Roll down to Eugene. That's where you start tonight. You be safe out there tonight. Fog rollin' in hard!" She waved goodbye to me with just her fingertips.
I was sorting through paperwork just outside of the dispatch area when I heard the conversation. The day dispatcher, Jenny, was questioning my boss.
"Lindy you hate everyone. Why are you so nice to Michael?" It sounded like Jenny was making a joke, at first. "Treat them all fair. No favorites, I don't want to have to make a report to HR." Jenny finished her thought. It was clearly NOT a joke.
"First off Jennifer, I don't HATE anyone. I just don't smooth over shit when our service is bad. If one of our drivers does not wait the full 20 minutes to make sure he got all the passengers, man will be reprimanded. Know this Jennifer! Night shift, people show up late, a lot. They're not there one minute after bus departure, well too bad. Flip side? My driver takes off 5 minutes early so he gets the airport 30 minutes early after his 6 stops, so he can chain smoke two butts and get a sammich? Yeah little red riding hood, boy is getting his ass handed to him! He had six stops to smoke and get a sammich!" Lindy was on fire. I stayed hidden. Her toned changed.
"By the way Jenny I like your hair this way. Makes you look more vibrant. The red shows off your blue eyes! Oh and Michael. He smokes. He does it away from the bus when he has most of the passengers loaded. He does it while he's waiting for the late comers. That 30 year old single man, packs two meals with him every damned night. He shared one with me once. Did you know he can cook like a chef? He uses the hotel's microwaves to heat them up. He gave me his Chicken Parm one night, when he said that he wouldn't get hungry. Best meal I ever had."
My paperwork had been sorted but I couldn't move. I was blushing from the compliments. I wanted to know what this woman, whom I found hot, even though she was big, was going to say next!
"Know that my ex could cook! I weighed 110 pounds when I got married. Look at me now! I like good food, and skinny white men. So yeah I like Michael. Best customer service reviews in the entire company, and he's cute. If we didn't work together I'd marry that man in a heartbeat!" Lindy cooed.
"Wow. Um, okay. You really like the highlights in my hair?" Jenny stammered.
"No bitch. Go home so I can do my job and take care of my drivers!" Lindy snapped back with her normal tone.
I bolted out the back door before I was discovered.
To say I was distracted all night would be putting it mildly. Lindy had it bad for me? Or was that all just a show to get under Jenny's skin? I found out soon enough. I had made the first collection and drop at Portland International and was about to take on people going home.
"Dispatch to 34?" Came over my earpiece.
"Got you Dispatch." I answered.
"You know that deodorant and mild cologne you wear is supposed to be subtle. I get it. I knew you were in the office the whole time I was shitting down Jenny's throat." She came back. (Shitting down her throat? What an odd phrase!)
"I had to sort the manifests" I said honestly.
"Which normally takes you a whopping 5 minutes. Your bus left 5 minutes late, and your scent is proof you hovered in the office listening to us." She didn't sound angry or displeased. In fact she was quite monotone.
"I'm sorry I lingered. I heard my name." Was all I could say.
"I'll wait for you to get back to base tonight. We need to talk. How's the fog?" She stayed monotone. I couldn't get a read on what she was feeling at all.
"Worse than projected, might get us all late to flights." I answered back truthfully. I didn't have time for lunch as I was running late.
"I'll call our standby's we'll get them all there on time. Be safe. See you in 6 hours." She clicked off.
Was I going to be reprimanded? Was I going to lose my job?
The fog was keeping us slower all night. I forgot all about talking to Lindy and was focused on trying to stay at the speed limit safely, so my bus would be somewhat close to on-time. It was stressful. Visibility only gave me about 2 seconds of reaction time at best. With a vehicle like this, that would never be enough if there was a sudden stop. I tried to keep my distance from the cars in front of me, but then I'd lose them in the heavy fog.
I was exhausted as I swept out my bus. I heard footsteps behind me, as I swept up the back.
"We need to talk. Is your camera on?" Lindy never stayed late, unless a driver got fired.. Dread was filling my soul.
"No I shut everything off when I pulled in." I said sweeping the dried mud and grass into a dustpan.
"I want to quit this job, but there's something I really need to know first." She said in a soft and sweet voice.
"What's that?"
"Can I take you to breakfast this morning?" She asked demurely. Like she was only in high school, and was so scared I'd not tell her what she needed to hear.
"I'm not being written up?" I asked dustpan in hand.
"For what?"
"Listening in?" I asked.
"Your heard us talking, big fucking deal." She sat in a seat so I could get past her to dump out the dustbin. I put the cleaning supplies away and escorted her out of my bus.
"I'd be happy to have breakfast with you, but you have to explain where the turn of phase 'shitting down her neck' comes from!" I laughed. She only smiled.
"You'll know where it comes from. But you have to pick a restaurant, you like Gracie's or John's Country Breakfast better?" She asked. I didn't need to think.
"Gracie's for the win!" I said.
"Because I'm black?" she asked.
I looked at her confused. "No, cause the food is better! What?"
"You didn't know Gracie is did you?" She asked.
"Didn't know, didn't care. Just the best breakfast this side of the Mississippi!" I stated loudly in the parking lot.
"I'll meet you there." Lindy winked as she got in her car.
BREAKFAST AND CONFESSIONS
"The stabilizers is what was squeaking. Had you not brought it in, you'd have wrecked in about 200 miles. Those buses only hover at about 4 feet at best. You would not have climbed out of, or dove down to the old road when you lost control to not hit what was in front of you. This tech is great that we don't hydroplane or have to slip in slide on snow and ice, but everything man made has limits." She explained.
"The TE 99 normally has a good record. Mine is only three years old." I said over my Denver Omelet.
"The Trans Express 99, had two contributors to it's design. If they would have gone with the woman's plans...This stabilizer issue would have never happened." She said seriously.
I nodded with my mouth full. After I was finished I looked at her with new eyes. She was FLR. I knew it in my bones.
"So your ex-husband was submissive I'm going to guess." I took my shot.
"Full slave, actually. He cooked all day, and I fed him as I ate." She looked down at her empty plate, disappointed. She casually waved the waitress over as I tried to figure out what she meant.
I got the slave comment. Many men were slaves to women. Female Led Relationships were the way things had developed in society in the last 30 years. Women were apt to lead. We hadn't had war in years. Not even skirmishes.
She ordered another plate, same as the first. Which had been quite the meal! I didn't judge. I had barely gotten through my omelet yet.
"Michael?" Her voice shook me out of my thoughts.
"Yes sorry?" I looked into her eyes.
"Do you know what a Feeder/Feedee relationship is?" She asked.
"Yeah, it's popular in porn now. BBW's get fed by their submissive men. They clean and cook at home. She works a day job, and they cook...and cook and when his Mistress gets home he feeds her until she is finally full. That about right?" I asked.
"You know when a woman finally gets to her chosen weight she can't leave her bed or even stand. Right?" She asked.
I nodded I was finally finishing my breakfast as her second breakfast arrived.
"Most of what I have seen they stay in bed but can still get to their knees for sex." I said a bit proudly.
"You are a fan I see. Yes, you are correct. Another reason they stop while they can still get to their knees is to feed and water their loyal slave." She smiled at me.
"You...he? Toilet slave?" I stammered.
"He was a feeder/feedee when we got married. His own mother taught him to love the taste of ass-food and piss. It only takes a few months to train a slaves brain that food from ass is still edible food, and piss is water. A few meds, some dehydration and starvation. The slaves become eager to be toilets. Problem is, she was letting him have human food for two of his meals. I only fed him from my ass. So he died." She said so non-nonchalantly. "It's raining outside". Would have more of a tone to it.
"That's...that's..." I wanted to say disgusting. But when I thought of my face between her massive ass cheeks, I was hard in an instant. "Very unfortunate Lindy. If only they had meds that would have kept him alive so he could feed you, and you could feed him." I squirmed a bit as I drank orange juice to stop myself from speaking anymore.
"They finally do now. Plus a DNA fix. Isn't science wonderful? I've lost so much weight since Alex died. I really wish I knew a man that could love me like he did." She blinked at me.
"So you asked me to breakfast to hit on me?" I asked plainly.
"Maybe?" She tried to look innocent. I noticed that the speech was not present when she spoke to me while alone. She wasn't a 'home girl'. She was an educated woman.
"What happened to your angry woman verbiage?" I came back with. "You wear a lot of hats, who is the real Lindy?" I asked.
"I only talk that way to scare Jenny. I just told you who I am and what I am. What do you think?" She had finished the second breakfast already. She was staring at me. I didn't have an answer.
"I'm a free male. Today is the first day you ever...I mean, I'm attracted to you. I just..." Shakespeare I will never be. Not on the fly anyway.
"Slavery seems like a lot huh? Look at the good sides. No bills, no hard decisions. Everything is paid for, you get to worship the woman you love, and you get to sleep as close as you want to what you love the most. My ass." She grinned like she had won an argument that hadn't yet started.
"Lindy? I like food. That's why I cook well. Second, I may think you are hot as hell, but after what you subject your lovers to? I prefer food and free will. You want a man to love and feed you? Someone you might have a family with, before you get too big to have kids? Then I can talk to you about that. You know that bringing up your ex-husband and how you killed him is a turn off, don't you? It's also the biggest red flag ever created." I said as I asked for the check. I needed away from her.
"Michael, your diet will be varied by what you cook for me. No meal will taste the same!" She attempted. I began to gag.
"I'm sorry. I thought you were into me." She tried to recover.
"You yes! This whole other thing? No. No way. Call me to breakfast again when you want a man to feed you, and to father children. Otherwise please back off?" I asked politely. I paid the check and left the restaurant. She was till at the booth when I left.
She didn't talk to me much for the next two weeks. I kept my head down and did my shifts.
It was a Friday night when it began to snow, which is rare in this part of Oregon, hard! I managed to get to Eugene to offload my last group of travelers. Driving back would be difficult.
"34 you got me here?" I heard over the radio.
"Yeah Dispatch. I'm about to head back to base." I said to Lindy.
"Slow and easy. I'll wait for all of you to get back safe before I leave." She said.
"Copy, slow and easy. Back as soon as can do so safely. Visibility is really bad. So it may be a bit." I kind of chuckled.
"Could be worse, you could be on the ground with tires slipping and sliding!" She tried to joke.
"I'm on my way. 34 Out!"
She had a point. One mistake with the brakes or a steering twitch could send one sliding into the ditch. I remember cars, and all their faults.
I flipped the switches and my bus came to a gentle glide over the ground. As I pulled away from the airport I got a faulty thrust indicator on the port side. So turning right would now be more difficult. Fun!
"34 to base. I have a faulty thrust module on the port side aft. It may take even longer then I thought." I said.
"Park it. Ride back with Ginny, she just arrived." Lindy ordered.
"Copy. Parking and shutting down."
Ginny was my age. Great driver, but talked way too much. It was normally a 20 minute trip back to base from Eugene Airport, but with the snow we might as well have been in cars. 45 minutes later I was very happy to get into the office.
"Ginny! Michael, glad you made it back safely. It's howling out there!" Lindy hugged Ginny. They were friends.
"Thanks for guiding us back Lindy. I'm exhausted after this I gotta bail." Ginny was tired, in every place but her mouth. We watched her clock out then leave.
"How bad?" Lindy turned to me.
"No electric to the thruster from what I could tell. I think that whole quadrant lost power." I said.
She started laughing. I looked confused.
"How bad did she talk your ears off about her kids?" She clarified.
Now I was laughing.
"Not as bad as you would think. She had to really concentrate on her instruments to get us back. Visibility was down to three feet!"
"Breakfast?" She asked.
"Only if you let me buy. Thanks for staying to make sure we all got home safe." I smiled at her.
"Not a problem, and you have a deal. I'm starving!" She lead the way to the parking lot.
We sat at the same table as last time. We ordered as soon as the wait-person brought coffee.
"So Michael. I've been thinking."
"I need a new bus?" I interrupted. She smiled then shook her head.
"No hon, about what you said about a family and you feeding me. Does being a feeder turn you on? I mean do you want to watch me get bigger?" She asked.
I thought for only a few seconds.
"Lindy, if I could have a relationship with you, I'd be really happy. We get along great, we make each other laugh, I love to cook, and you love to eat. We are 80% perfect for each other." I said, knowing she knew of the 20% of had not said out loud.
"I want this too. But, I can't date dominant men. You see when I was about 12..." She was about to tell me about some trauma. I stopped her, raising my hand.
"I get it. You like to be the boss. You only feel safe when you are in control. Am I close?" I asked.
"There's another reason why I like you so much. You GET me. You understand me by just looking at my face, I don't have to say a word!" She was beginning to get choked up.
"Yes. I need to be the dominant one. Not just in the bedroom, in everything. But what I wanted to tell you was...I considered what you said last time. I realized that I should have a couple of kids while I still can. I wanted to tell you, that if you will have me as a feedee, I'd like to begin a relationship with you." She stopped and took a sip of coffee, holding her hand up. It was clear she hadn't rehearsed, this part of what she needed to say.
"Michael, in order for me to truly trust you. I need you to commit to me completely." She looked at me with the saddest puppy eyes ever pulled of by someone that was mid 40's. There were tears forming in the corner of her eyes.
"Because of the trauma you suffered?" I added.
"Yes." She cut it short because the waiter brought our food.
I remembered how she had manipulated Jenny in the office a few weeks back. After the waiter was gone, I finally spoke up.
"Damn you are good. I almost bought all that." I said with a smile shaking my head. I dug into the most perfect Denver omelet.
My plate rattled, and my coffee spilled, as she had slammed both of her fists on the table.
"I'm not fucking lying, or misleading you...you skinny little cracker ass! I damned well meant it!" The whole of the restaurant turned to us as she heaved. I got out of the booth, went to the wait station, grabbed a towel, and the coffee pot. I cleaned up the coffee Lindy had spilled calmly, without a word. Refilled my cup, put the towel back where I found it, and sat back down.
I cut back into my omelet, and looked up at her.
"That is the real Lindy. You get mad when you can't get what you want. Stay mad. I'll never be with a woman that would embarrass herself in a crowded restaurant. I'll order you a second breakfast. But when I am finished with mine? I'm leaving." I said, and ate just a bit faster.
"Michael? Please just listen!" I heard as I left. I waited in the parking lot. Now it was my turn. I stood next to her wheeled car in the 8 inches of snow, smoking. She finally walked out the door. She was sobbing openly.
It wasn't an act.
She wasn't mind fucking me.
"Miss! Miss! You forgot your purse! Hey are you okay?" I heard barely over the howling wind."I'll be okay. Some men just hate FLR, why are they always the best ones??!" Lindy collapsed into the woman's arms.
The waitress looked overwhelmed. She began to look around and spotted me.
"You talking about the man that is standing out in the cold, waiting for you by your car Lindy?"
"Huh?" Lindy pulled herself away from the waitress. I guess I wasn't the only regular at this place. They knew her by first name.
She looked at me. I took a drag and waved.
"Thanks Gracie." She kissed the woman's cheek.
"Pumpkin, that man has it bad for you. He's been out there since Walter brought your second breakfast!" Gracie said.
(That's Gracie? The Owner?") I was dumbfounded. She'd served me for years and never let on she was the owner!
Lindy began to walk towards me as Gracie got back inside.
When Lindy got close I hugged her. I felt horrid for what I said.
"Vanilla Feeder/Feedee. Vanilla Family. Marriage. Whatever you want. Just please never leave me in a diner alone again!" She sobbed onto my shoulder.
"Deal." I said. "Give me your keys. I'll drive us home."
I left my car at Gracie's and drove Lindy home. I took a ride-share at 4 times normal cost to get back to my car and drove it home. I had a whole whopping 8 hours to shower, wind down and sleep. With all on my mind. Sleep was near impossible.
No sleep, no drive, was the rule.
I called in.
"You and Lindy dating? Is she there with you? She called in too, crying her eyes out. Saying someone broke her heart!" Jenny dropped her over friendly persona and was actually seething.
"She is not here, and I drove her home. Then had to wait for an hour to get back to my car, and it was almost 2pm when I got home. So no, Jenny, I didn't sleep. As to Lindy? If she wants to tell you about it, she will. Stay out of MY life okay?!"
"Michael! You can't talk to me that way!" She sounded wounded.
"Go to HR. You are asking about my life, which is none of your concern. I'm just reporting to you that I have not slept enough to do my job." I said calmly, then disconnected.
I finally crashed at 5pm. I slept so hard that by the time I realized someone was at the door they were banging like it was a drug bust. I got to the door highly annoyed. I swung the door open to see Lindy with suitcases lined up at the door. 6 of them.
"Honey, you were right. I do get very angry when I don't get what I want. I was hoping we'd find common ground. Now I know what we must do!" She smiled at me and hugged me. I barely felt the needle go in. I pulled away from her as my eyes went foggy, then black, and then I felt the floor.
THE HAZE OF DRUGS
Singing?
"Your the only one for me, you're all I need, and I'll never, never let you go!"
Now I'm watching a show on the TV. It's a documentary on age regression for adult male slaves.
"You see, if the slave see's it owner as it's mother it will feed from her willingly. It will imprint to her like ducks to their mother."
"I promise you baby, we'll have children, You'll be very busy at home." Lindy's voice.
There's someone new in the place I am.
"He's reacting pretty well. Kidneys are handling the extra load just fine. Liver though is having a tough time hence the yellow mass in his stool. He's going to need Fecalcephilin daily, to help him digest and process his food..."
Lindy is hovering over me. Kissing me. I feel very sick. I need to throw up. I try to move so I can puke but I can't. I can't move any part of my body!
"Keep it down. I'm training your stomach to accept it's new food. I'm not going to mix it with anything else when you are all done and ready to come back. Night sweetheart. I love you!"
Darkness.
LIGHT!
I sat up in my bed. The sunlight pouring through the blinds hurt my eyes. I felt really weak. I was very hungry and thirsty. I rolled out of bed and found that my legs couldn't handle my weight and I dropped to the floor. I bumped my head on the dresser on my way down and now rolled on the floor in pain.
Why could I not walk? So thirsty!
I crawled to the nearest water source, the bathtub. It was at a height I could crawl to and turn on. I turned on the cold water and began to drink almost like a dog as I could not quite reach the stream of the water. It felt soothing going down my throat at first.
Then my stomach rebelled and I began puking in the tub. I repeated this process three times before I became quite scared.
What was happening to me? I was too weak to try to go someplace. I laid on the cool bathroom floor thinking I was going to die of dehydration. I must have passed out.
"What are you doing all the way out here honey! You could have hurt yourself! Is baby thirsty? I see you turned on the tub. Let me turn this off." I roused to see Lindy over me in her work clothes. She took off her skirt and panties and knelt with her legs on either side of my head.
"I'll bet you are thirsty, latch on to mommy. I'll give you all the water you need." She said. By instinct I starting sucking on the top part of her vagina and soon great tasting water slaked my thirst. I drank from her as fast as I could, actively sucking it from her.
"Good little slave boy. Drink from mommy."
(Slave boy? Wait. Something's very wrong!) I didn't react until she was empty.
"You enslaved me?" I asked as I licked the piss from my lips.
"No. We are Dom and sub. A compromise! I didn't mean to say "slave"! It was a slip of the tongue.
"But I just drank your piss, and it was really good!"
"I wanted you. So I made some...Alterations to you. You still have free will. You can leave if you think I've done you wrong! I still want a family." She said calmly.
I could only blink at her. I needed her. I knew it in my soul. But I did not yet understand why.
"So are we okay?" She asked.
"How long was I out of it?" I asked, ignoring her question.
"Just long enough for some conditioning and one tiny surgery. Honey I never touched your mind...well mostly. I just helped you. Oh and I fired you. No worries! If you really want another job I'll get you one. But you no-called no-showed for a month...so." She chuckled to herself.
I wanted to faint. I had tunnel vision closing in on me.
"Besides baby boy, wouldn't you rather be cooking for me?" She asked. When she said 'baby boy' something in my mind clicked and I felt younger.
"Vanilla family yeah?" I asked again.
"Feeder and Feedee. Like it is supposed to be!" She came over and helped me to a chair hugging me most of the way. I smiled. She loved me. She was like a mother to me.
"I'm gonna cook so much food! Deep fried anything you want! I love you mommy." She looked nothing like me, but for some reason, I knew she was my mother.
"I know my dear boy. I got home late. I'm so sorry, are you hungry?" She asked.
"No Mommy horny." I pointed at my dick.
"Looks like we are gonna play the game. Mistress or slave, what will you fill my womb with. Let me ride it. You lay on the bed." She helped me over to the bed.
She slid her light pink labia over my swollen cock slowly. She looked into my eyes as she took over my sex and began to milk it with her vaginal muscles. THIS is what I had wanted from the very first time I had laid eyes on her. She was silk inside. Somehow she was as tight as a virgin. She rode me slowly, she could see I wasn't going to last as long as a porn star. That didn't seem to upset her. Her milky white breasts were lowered down to me so I could suckle on her dinner plate sized areola, with index finger sized nipples.
Her weight secured the seal to make sure every single shot of my load went deep into her uterus. I was panting from the amount of strength it had taken to empty my balls into her. It all felt so physical yet she had been riding me?!
"Hmm yes so many cummies! So much! Let's not waste any, clean me up baby boy." She knee walked to my face and lowered her sex to my now open mouth, as glop after salty glop of my own cum was given back to me. I swallowed it down like it was the right and normal thing to do. Once she was clean she laid next to me putting me to her breast. I suckled out of instinct.
"Your my good baby boy. Momma's gonna take good care of you. It's bedtime honey. You hungry yet? You should be." She moaned as I nursed on her dry tit.
"I could eat." I said as my stomach rumbled.
"Okay honey. Just lay still. Momma's got a lot of food. Just open your throat and let it all slide down. I chewed it all up for you. Remember to breathe and smell the delicious food mommy baked in her tummy for you!"
Instinct took over as her asshole was opened into my mouth. I let log after log slide down my throat as I just swallowed, not needing to chew at all. It felt natural and right. After all of her food was given to me, I got to taste it when I licked and sucked on her asshole till it was clean. It tasted bitter, but not horrible. My dick was hard again just from the act of eating.
"My greedy little boy!" Her big ass pulled away from my face. "You are a good boy! You ate everything all up!" She said.
My stomach, now full, made me fall asleep near instantly. Like a newborn.
"That's my good little baby toilet. You are such a good boy. Sleep well. You have to feed Momma tomorrow and I'm going to be very hungry." I heard as I went into the abyss.
It seemed like a dream.
I woke the next day and rolled out of Lindy's bed. She was still sleeping, her little soft snore was a comforting sound. My legs were working, not well, but working this morning. I didn't feel the need to get dressed. I just went to her kitchen and collected all I would need to cook her a good breakfast.
"Michael! You made breakfast! Oh I love you!" She held me in her arms and kissed me.
"Eat Lindy, some of the food is getting cold." I pointed to the oldest eggs.
"That's okay. Get started on my lunch now. I have to work tonight. Chicken Parm? I have everything you need. I think."
I went through her fridge.
"Yeah you do! I have to go shopping for the week though, unless you want to eat out every morning." I said taking inventory.
"Oh! Tonight's my last night shift! Next week I'm on days! Jenny quit!" She said after swallowing. "Take my bank card and get whatever you need to feed me for the week. I'll get some take out as well." She dove back into her breakfast.
"Don't you mean WE will eat some takeout as well?" I asked as I started to mix the breading for the chicken.
"Oh dearest, you were still out of it yesterday huh? **Momma will feed you takeout after she bakes it in her belly for you**"
"Okay Momma." I used up the last of the eggs to make the breading. I would have to go shopping today. There simply was not enough food in this house to keep her well fed. Once I finished I washed the dishes as the chicken baked.
She had to nap, as she worked tonight. I took that opportunity to get dressed and go shopping. I had never filled a cart completely in all my years of life, so that was a first for me. I planned meals for three times a day, for two weeks. I bought four cans of Crisco hoping that I could reuse much of it over and over till it went dark brown. I would be saving bacon and beef fat for use in the fryer the next few weeks. I wanted to deep fry as much as I could of our meals. She needed the caloric intake to get healthy. Doubly so, if she was pregnant with our child.
I had spent 600 dollars on food. A new record for me!
Once the groceries were put away, I felt hot wearing clothes so I took them off and started cleaning. Her house was pretty clean, but I wanted her to appreciate me being here. I wanted to ask her to marry me, but it was too soon. It was getting close to dinner time so I started deep frying some chicken and hush puppies. I would have to wake her soon, and she'd need a good meal for her long shift. I made a thick gravy from the sausage fat from breakfast to go over her mashed potatoes. I set down a platter for her stuffed with food and went to wake her.
"Lindy baby. Dinners ready. Come eat." I whispered into her ear. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me.
"**You need to drink from Momma before I leave, come drink.**" I went between her legs and suckled on her urethra and clit. Soon my mouth was filled with mommy's water and I gulped it down. I finished all she had and licked her pussy clean.
"Good boy. In the fridge is a pitcher of my special water just for you. You can put a mug of it in the microwave, I know you prefer it warm." She said as I dressed her.
"Did you clean your toilet?"
"You mean OUR toilet? Yes I did." I said as I rolled her stockings on.
"No it's all yours. I don't use that anymore. **Mommy feeds you, You are my toilet**" Her words sounded louder sometimes I was noticing.
"The whole bathroom is clean Mom...Lindy." I said as I put on her shoes.
"Michael, I'm so happy we are together. I can't wait till we have a family. You will be the perfect slave hubby. I'm going to drain your balls when I get home in the morning, then all weekend long. By Monday, your poor cock will be all worn out, and I'll be pregnant with your new sister. I need for you to watch a movie tonight while I'm working. **It's very important for you to watch it as many times as you can!**"
"Yes Momma."
"Good boy. Now momma needs to eat, so I can bake all your good food in my tummy for you!"
She ate 3 Chicken breasts, four thighs, a half pound of mashed potatoes and shoved around a dozen hush puppies and 1 cup of coffee up her ass for it to stew for me. She kissed me at the door, and left for work.
I cleaned all of the floors and then settled down to watch this movie she had been bragging about. I watched the damned thing four times and it still didn't make any sense. There was a ton of nudity in it, so it wasn't a total waste of time. I looked at the clock and knew Lindy would be home in an hour. I needed to start cooking.
"**Baby Boy! Come eat from Momma NOW!**" I ran to the foyer, and knelt helping her out of her skirt and stockings. I locked on to her asshole as she first filled my mouth with a noisy preview of the baked goods I was going to swallow.
"Swallow, don't chew. I can't stop feeding you. Momma had your dinner done an hour ago. It was all I could do to save it for you. Good boy. Swallow. There's more coming, much more. You have to eat all of it. I know you might to start to feel full, but keep eating. I'll train your stomach to take all of mommy's gifts. Almost done. Swallow! Ahh Yes. Much better. Now you can clean me." She pulled her stockings off and sat at the table bottomless.
"I have water for you to wash down your meal. Get under the table so I can give you your favorite." I heard her start eating as I nursed on her clit. Her water filled my mouth and I swallowed it down.
"Stay there. Lick me while I eat." I felt obligated to do as she asked. I didn't have to work anymore, all I had to do was keep house, and make sure she was fed. Oh and have amazing sex.
I was so full, I was sweating as I worked on her pussy lips. I didn't want her to cum, my rock hard cock wanted to do that. I wanted to get her so horny she'd ride me all day.
I was wrong. Doggy style was far better! I got to hold all of that ass as I made love to her. Her massive tits swung as I slid as deep as I could go into her. She was moaning after only a few minutes. I held onto her fat hips and began to slam into her. I wanted a baby in her. I needed to breed her! It was what I asked for, and what we had agreed.
A nice vanilla family!
I felt my cum rising, so I buried my cock right up to her cervix and unleashed shot after hot molten shot of my swimmers.
"Clean the excess before it gets on the sheets!" She said still on her knees with her ass in the air. She was hoping gravity would help my sperm find her egg. I licked the cum that had started to leak out, but because of the way she was situated most of it stayed in. I told her as much.
I panted, tired after that. I lay next to her.
"Did you enjoy yourself?" She asked. Ass still in the air.
"I love you Momma." I said and got out of bed.
"Lets watch a movie before bed okay?"
"As you wish." I went to the kitchen and grabbed two "family size" bags of chips. On what planet would one of these bags feed a family? It was barely a snack for my Lindy. I returned and handed the bags to her. She stayed in position, but turned to face the TV.
"You watch your movie today?"
"Yeah, but I don't remember anything about it, even after watching it four times. Other then Big Black women naked and their boyfriends doing what slaves should do." I said smiling.
"I think you got the gist of it. Feel free to watch it whenever I'm at work. So you agree that you are my slave now?" She asked as she stuffed her gob full of chips.
"First off, Manners! Second off, yes I always wanted to be your slave, but you promised to treat me like a husband too. At least I think you said that?" I asked unsure.
"We discussed it when I had your body altered. You may not remember much from that time. They had you on heavy meds. Yes I will marry you the day I'm pregnant. You will be a good house-dad for our girls. By the time they graduate I want to be immobile." She finally sat upright and started the movie.
"That's the plan Mommy. I'm gonna feed you till you can't walk. Then I'll do the same for our girls when they are all grown."
"You are my good boy." She lay back on the head board and put my head in her lap.
"Ever since I was a little kid, I wanted to be a gangster" The narrator said.
"I love this movie! It's classic Scorsese!" I grinned wide as I smelled my next meal being previewed. It wasn't close yet, thankfully. I was still stuffed.
I fell asleep sometime before the helicopters started stalking Henry Hill.
"Baby boy? Time to drink honey." I opened my mouth and felt her sit over it. "Ahh! It was hard to wake you. You don't need to do chores all day baby. Just make sure I'm well fed okay? I can't have you exhausted all the time." I licked her clean.
"Make me breakfast, yours will be a little sparse since mommy could not bake everything she wanted." She said.
Ham, sausage and bacon and dozen egg scramble with lots of cheese and a stick of butter...to keep it from sticking to the pan.
I watched her eat while I played on her phone. She'd thrown mine out. I didn't need one.
"Is it almost done? I'm really hungry."
"Yes sweetheart, maybe 30 minutes or so." She said as she watched the small Kitchen TV.
I looked at her texts. There was nothing there but her and my old work friends chatting for the most part. But she had a new contact on her phone I had never seen before. I looked up at her, she was focused on the TV.
Shannon: So are you ACTUALLY going to marry a slave?
Lindy: I made a promise! I enslaved him against his will, he doesn't remember any of it. But he's a full service slave now, and needs me to survive. I have to do the right thing and give him a wife and family. I feel bad for what I have done to him sometimes.
Shannon: Don't ever feel bad. Men cheat in vanilla relationships. That's why they are better in FLR, or better yet, enslaved. I want a toilet slave too. But it is so expensive!Lindy: Yeah it is! I'll be paying off the alterations to his body for the next six months. But it really is intimate. It's so hot knowing he can only live from my shit and piss. I started with this Momma/baby boy thing at first. But after the reprogramming videos I think I'll stick with slave/Mistress, when the kids are born, it will be the vanilla, Husband/Wife. He needs some normalcy as I robbed him of anything normal. Plus the 'Mom" thing doesn't work as I'm trying to get pregnant.
Shannon: You could put him in diapers! You know that adult babies are a regular and normal kink!
Lindy: Only if you come over to change him! LOL
Shannon: OMG No way! LMAO!!
I slid the phone across the table and she stopped it with her hand.
"What did I want before you did this to me?" I asked gently.
"Vanilla. You agreed to be submissive, and be my feeder. You even implied marriage and a family. I'm sorry. You once told me that I have to have my way or I am not happy. You were right. So I took you. Now you have no choice, you are mine. I own you. All you know now is slavery, and you will die as my slave. But I will call you Husband when the family starts. Good breakfast. Time for yours. On your knees!"
"Yes dear."
"Swallow hard it's a wide one."
It was wide. My tongue tasted it all the way into my throat. I opened my throat as best I could like a porn star taking a giant cock. It was a bit dry and getting it down was hard. This is why grease and butter is needed to be in her every meal.
"There's more! Eat honey! Eat all of the food I fermented in my ass!" She said.
After about two pounds of breakfast, I licked her clean, drank what piss she had, swishing it to clean my mouth.
"You mad at me?" She asked as she helped me off the floor.
"No. This is a good life. I'm not sure how I would have wanted freedom over this. I love you, and it is clear, especially in those messages how much you love me. Don't feel bad about what you've done to me. I think I'm happier now then I was then. In fact I guarantee it." I kissed her cheek.
"Brush your teeth and I'll kiss you like the husband you will be soon." She tittered. I ran to the bathroom.