Something I haven’t shared with anyone just yet: I am NOT fond of veggies. Corn and green beans I can handle. But carrots, salads, peas, all that other muck? Buddy, toss that out of my house, I don’t wanna see that mess!
The other night, though, I had a call from a real foodie. He wanted to cook for me, and I was happy to let him. Until he told me he was making a vegetarian meatloaf with potatoes and a side of steamed squash. I was ready to bolt, but he caught up with me. He lifted me up and carried me, kicking and squealing, back to my chair at the table. He tied me down to my chair, sat next to me, and began to try to spoon-feed me! I fought, of course, until he got up, wrapped his free arm around me to pry my mouth open, then forced the food into my mouth. Once he let me go, I spit it back out onto the floor. He chuckled, which threw me, then walked over, scooped it up, and forced it BACK into my mouth!! He actually worked my jaws FOR ME until he massaged the food down my throat. By that point, I was sick to my stomach from it, and I threw it right back up.
Again, that chuckle came, and I just knew what was about to happen. He scooped it BACK up and RE-FED IT TO ME! After a few more sessions like that, I finally managed to keep a bite down. He patted me on the head, kissed my cheek, and massaged one of my breasts. He kept spoon-feeding me, rewarding me with caresses, massages, and the occasional fingering. By the time I finished my dinner, I was too horny to remember that I should have been sick to my stomach. When he finished feeding me, he cleared the table, leaving me tied to the chair the entire time. Then, he came back, untied me, and lifted me from the chair to carry me to the bathroom. He brushed my teeth FOR ME, then carried me to the bedroom. Once in the bedroom, he put me on the bed, walked over to a bag I hadn’t noticed he’d brought, and pulled out a cloth. He put me in a DAMN DIAPER!! Then again, he kept the rest of me bare, massaging baby oil into every inch of my bare skin. He told me what a good girl I’d been, and then he fucked my body in so many ways and positions, I swear it had to be unholy. After all was said and done, I didn’t think I would mind wearing a diaper for him, if he fucked me that well every time.
