The next day began with a simple call. "Wake up my love, it is time for breakfast!" Stewart shouted, carrying in four trays of scones, cereal, meat, eggs, and many cartons of butter and jars of jam.
"So soon. I'm still digesting dinner." Stella said, rubbing her swollen stomach. It was true, she still was digesting dinner. It had been both the biggest and best dinner she had ever eaten, and her stomach had not yet gotten used to eating such large amounts of food.
"Yes indeed. Right now. Something about eating big to get big." Stewart said.
"Oh alright. If you insist. Feed me." Stella said. Though in truth there was no need to force her. She was already hungry.
"As you wish," Stewart said, sounding for a brief moment like Darth Vader.
And so it began. Stewart put down the trays, stripped her down, and the flurry of feeding began. First came the scones, queuing between the twin hills of Stella's breasts like a baseball game line. Then came the cereal, funnel fed to her like she was a duck undergoing foie gras. Kilos came. Then came the meat of the meal. Bacon and sausage hand fed to her like she was a princess. Then there came an entire ham.
"Oh. Please love, stop." Stella said, rubbing her now even more swollen stomach. It hurt to so much as move.
For a brief moment, Stewart seemed reluctant to stop. The sheer size of his boner begged for things to be done. But in the end, he relented. "I suppose four trays was a lot for your first day. I will let you relax." he said.
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