sometimes i wish i had the means to just be a spoiled housewife, y'know? i wish i had the life where i would have housekeeping at all times and a personal chef to make me my meals so i can focus on myself and my... self-care. it's important for me to take care of myself and make sure i'm completing everything my spouse asks me to do (and eat) for the day!
i would wake up in the morning with a nice, big breakfast made just for me and brought to me in bed. a fluffy egg and melted cheese laying on top of a toasted croissant, garnished with two thick slices of brown sugar bacon. some bouncy pancakes topped with a big pad of butter and heaps of syrup on top. maybe a bowl of strawberries on the side, doused in homemade whipped cream and chocolate syrup. to wash it all down: a large iced latte, packed to the top with gooey caramel, heavy cream, and topped with a dollop of whipped cream and drizzled caramel on top. i may even have a bong rip or two as dessert!
by the time i finish my breakfast, there's already a variety of treats to snack on to satiate my oncoming munchies. homemade buttery pastries and breads filled with a variety of jams and cheeses, cookies with a variety of toppings to suit my cravings (so i could get a taste of everything!), and platters of various fruits and dips to graze on every time i felt peckish.
of course, i would snack on whatever foods i receive while lounging around, taking care of my insatiable hunger and desire to soften up for my hardworking spouse. it's equally hard work for me making sure i'm soft and submissive for when they arrive home! between keeping myself high and fed, i'll have a lot of work on my hands!
though i'm already stuffed on the goodies that were given to me throughout the morning, lunch has arrived! my smoking will have me craving a greasy meal which would be translated into a giant burger, stacked with layers of cheese, meat, and condiments and accompanied by a mountain of fries and sauces to dip into. maybe even some juicy fried chicken on the side to cut through the richness of the burger. to top it off? a 2-liter of ice-cold coke to wash everything down after.
feeling stuffed and sleepy, i would indulge in some more weed and nap to prepare for when my spouse comes home and we eat our dinner.
the dinner in question? a sampling of every pasta you could imagine- plump ravioli filled with decadent ricotta, angel hair nested within a pool of creamy alfredo, lasagna stacked high with layers of sauce and cheese, creamy risotto in a rich buttery sauce. all of this accompanied with homemade garlic bread and as much wine i can fit into my aching belly. given my already-stuffed condition, i may need a guiding hand (or two) in making sure i get my fill of dinner!
we can't forget about dessert either! another glasss of wine, another bong rip (or three), and a dense cheesecake sectioned out with various toppings and sweet sauces drizzled on top, all being hand-fed to me by my spouse as they rub my bloated belly. groaning and aching as my panties cut into my stretched flesh, begging to be fondled and played with. soon, the whole cheesecake will be pushed into my plump belly, only further expanding the already taut flesh around my bloated midsection.
by the end of the day, i'll be stupidly blitzed and absolutely stuffed, only responding to a soothing hand on my belly and a joint put between my lips. it's a reward for being such a good housecow housewife and doing all of the tasks asked of me for the day! :)
