The Harem on the Hill (Part XXVI) (Patreon)

"That cake isn’t eating itself, piggy." 

Tabitha stares at the layer cake heaped in her hand.  “I can’t.”

"Jesus, Tabitha, no wonder you’ve never accomplished anything.  'I can’t.  I won’t.  What’s my reward?'   That’ll be on your epitaph.  Either that or your high-score in Fortnite."

Tabitha forces the clawed clump of confection into her gaping maw.  Most makes the mark, but some catches her cheeks and chin to form a growing mask of icing and crumbs.  Though she wasn't beaten, Tabitha definitely looks battered.  “Why are you doing this?” she cries, wiping away a tear with the back of her hand. 

“I like it.  What I don’t get is why you don’t.  This is your dream.  All you can eat, all you can drink, all the videogames you can play." 

“I want to go home!”  Tabitha pounds her fists on the table, sending remnants of cake skyward. 

"Why?  Everything you did there you can do here, and with none of those pesky societal responsibilities.  Bills are paid.  Shopping is done.  You don’t even have to worry about maintaining that dream figure of yours.  Unless you consider eating junk food maintenance." 

“I don’t want to be fat,” Tabitha sobs.

"You’ll come around.  In the meantime, I expect that gone within the hour.  Then get you and your sty cleaned-up, piggy.  It’s almost time for inspection."

Tina jabs a button on the keyboard and the monitor goes dark.  “How was that?”

“Delicious,” you say, taking a bite from a pint of strawberry Häagen-Dazs.

“Hey, that’s mine!”

“Sorry.”  You hold up a spoonful and Tina gobbles it greedily.

Tina leans back to savor the bite, her bare butt squeaking in her seat.  “I kind of like the captain’s chair,” she says, then she spins around in it like a top.

You hold up another spoonful of ice cream.  Tina misses it on the first pass, but grabs it in her mouth, spoon and all, on the second.  On the third, you stop the chair with your foot, remove the utensil, and kiss her creamy-cold lips.

"Mmmm," she says.  "I thought you wanted to inspect the troops."

"I'm starting with the top."  You run your hands up Tina's naked thighs until they're wedged between soft leather and even softer skin.  "Captain may need a new chair soon."

Tina juts her bottom lip in a playful pout.  "Captain may be stress-eating."

"It's a stressful job," you say, lifting another spoonful to her eager lips.  

A drip of cream dribbles between her breasts until it's diverted by a deep crease of fat running beneath them.  Following the milky trail, you slide a finger down her softening sternum until it also disappears in the fold.

Tina lets out a doughboy giggle.  "It's like the Bermuda Triangle."

"I think that's further south," you say, kissing her again.

"True.  Whenever you head south your dick disappears."  Tina allows you some time to fondle her flesh but interjects before things progress too far.  "We do have business to discuss, you know."

"Fine," you say, reclining in your own chair.  "Has anyone ever told you you're a taskmaster?"

Tina smiles slyly.  "Repeatedly.   Especially Tabitha.  Shall we start with her?"

What do you say?