How to Make a Chocolate Egg (Patreon)

Cris was scared. Not for her life or anything, of course - she just had a general sense of anxiety. It was Easter, after all. Her favorite dom gal was weird enough the rest of the year, but she always seemed to get extra worked up around Easter for some reason. It didn’t help that Cris had been out of town for work for the last week, so Jamie was probably pent up. And so, as Jamie pulled into their driveway, she was afraid. Not for her life, but for her stomach - and her pelvis soon after.

The buff woman bit her lip as she hesitantly left the chaste safety of her car and approached the front door. It was unlocked. Of course it was. Jamie never left the front door unlocked unless she wanted Cris to get into the house as fast as possible. She braced herself and opened the door.

The first thing that hit Cris was the overpowering aroma of chocolate. Her mouth started to fill with saliva almost instantly. Fearing for Jamie’s Easter-fueled desires, Jamie had fasted for the last day to protect her waistline, so this wave of sweet, sweet chocolate air was already making her stomach rumble violently with greed.

The second thing that hit Cris was the sight of her lovely girlfriend in one of those sexy black bunny-girl leotards complete with fishnets, heels, a bowtied choker, and fluffy white ears. She was reclining on the couch, humming to herself, but quickly turned to look at Cris as the front door swung open. A dark smile spread Jamie’s lips wide as she rose from her seat, her toned legs pulling at her fishnets as she stepped around the couch. She walked up to Cris, who hadn’t moved an inch after opening the door from both hunger and staring at her hot partner. Then, without saying a word, she pulled Cris inside and shut and locked the door behind her.

Cris had luggage in the car still, but that sure as hell could wait until later. Like, probably ‘tomorrow’ later. There was a good chance she wouldn’t be able to walk for most of the rest of the day, let alone carry stuff in from her car.

“You know, it’s pretty bad of you to leave your precious girlfriend alone for so long,” Jamie said playfully as she dragged Cris over to the couch. The couch had a blanket draped over it and a small love nest of blankets, pillows, and various ‘toys’ had been set up on the floor. Oh boy.

“Well, work is work, right?” Cris responded weakly.

“Sure it is,” Jamie said quickly as if to brush past it. She continued, “At the very least, you could have brought home a gift for me though. It’s my favorite holiday, after all. But you look empty-handed to me.”

Shiiiit. Cris had been so distracted thinking about Jamie’s plans that she’d forgotten to stop and get her something on the way home. Now she was really afraid for her waistline. “S-Sorry, babe. I kinda got… distracted.”

Jamie’s smile turned into a smirk as she gave Cris a short but firm shove. The taller woman fell back onto the couch heavily. Then Jamie, in all her smexy glory, slid one knee onto Cris’ lap and put a hand on Cris’ shoulder. “Don’t worry, honey, I can forgive you,” Jamie crooned as she ran her other hand down the side of Cris’ face. “But you will need to help me make a gift. That’s not a bad deal for my forgiveness, right?”

“S-Sure,” Cris gulped. This woman was almost half her size, and yet her slight weight felt like it was perfectly pinning her in place. “I’d be glad to help make something. What’d you have in mind?”

Jamie’s eyes glittered dangerously as she licked her lips. “A chocolate egg. I want a really big one, please~.”

Cris was pretty sure she saw where this was going and she wasn't sure how to feel about it. She was leaning towards excited, but could still pivot to terrified. The night was still young, after all. “I’d love to help, b-but I don’t really know how to make chocolates.”

“Oh, it’s not very hard,” Jamie breathed. Then she retreated from Cris’ lap, standing tall (well… as tall as someone her height could stand, anyway). “We just need to melt down the chocolate and pour it into a mold. And, lucky you, I already melted plenty of chocolate.”

Yup. Here we go. “And the mold…?”

Jamie bared her teeth in a hungry grin as she pointed at Cris’ stomach. “It might be more round than egg-shaped, but I think your stomach will make a perfect mold. Don’t you?”

Nailed it. Cris swallowed hard. “Well… I did say I would help, didn’t I?”

The bunny girl chuckled as she leaned down and brought her face close to Cris’, the lips brushing. But instead giving of a kiss, Jamie instead spoke softly. “You say that like you have a choice, my dear, sweet mold.” Then she straightened back up and made her way into the kitchen, humming to herself again as she did.

Cris’ heart hammered in her chest. This was exactly what she’d been anticipating. All of Jamie’s sexual energy just goes wild this time of year for whatever reason. That also means that just the regular stuff doesn’t cut it. All her low, dormant kinks come out at full force as well, and her top-energy just goes absolutely bonkers.

Well, at least this year seems a lot tamer than other years. That honey year was a real trip, and there had also been the thing back with the milk and the bowl when Jamie bloated regularly… Cris shivered. The sex had been fantastic that night, but she still couldn’t look at leashes the same way ever since…

But, as Jamie came back, Cris began to regret her thoughts. “That… That's a LOT of chocolate, isn’t it?”

“What, this?” Jamie asked innocently as she lugged along a pot that could easily hold several gallons inside of it. She heaved it onto the side table beside Cris with a terrifying *THUNK* and took a moment to steady herself. She smirked at Jamie. “I think it’s the perfect amount for an egg. Absolutely perfect.”

Cris bit her lip as she eyed the thick, brown liquid in the pot. It wasn’t totally filling the pot, but it still looked like there were maybe two gallons in there… two whole gallons of thick, heavy, delicious chocolate…

You know what? Fuck it. Cris was down. Since when had she ever really given a shit about her weight anyway? So long as Jamie was still down to ride her fat and all, she didn’t mind love handles or even full love rolls. Plus, she was feeling kinda pent-up herself. It hadn’t really been fair to say that Cris’ week away had only impacted Jamie, heh.

“You’d know more about eggs than I would, right? So I’ll take your word for it. You’ll need to give the ‘mold’ plenty of attention to make sure the egg comes out well though, huh?”

“Of course,” Jamie hummed, “That was the plan aaaaall along, babe~.”

Jamie turned around and, while blatantly showing off her perky ass, bent down and pulled grabbed a ladle plus a short hose and funnel that Cris hadn’t noticed before off of a pillow. She faced Cris once again and reached one hand out to Cris’ chin. She gently pulled Cris’ chin down, opening up her mouth enough to slide the hose in. For all of her stuffing and chugging ability, Cris had a gag reflex from hell, so that hose wasn’t going anywhere near her throat. Instead, it just sat on her tongue with the other end attached to the funnel in Jamie’s hand.

Cris hastily pulled off her travel coat as Jamie slowly and deliberately lowered the ladle into the vat of pure chocolate bliss. It was a loose coat that would just get in the way of any hot gut action. Her shirt, however, was a winner. It was a tight long-sleeve shirt that hugged her body pretty snugly. A shirt like this would show off her swelling belly perfectly, and it would be extra fun to have Jamie help her peel it off of her~. And her pants… well, they were slacks. Nothing special. The best part about them would be when they came off.

At least Cris had remembered to wear the skimpy underwear she’d packed with this day in mind. She may have blanked on a gift, but at least she’d put on her lilac panties. That was something, right?

The chocolate moved both faster and slower than Cris thought that it should’ve as Jamie carefully poured the first ladle of many into the funnel. Cris’ eyes followed the slow ooze of the sweet substance as it worked its way down the hose. Finally, it disappeared into her mouth, and then…

Heaven.

The chocolate swaddled Cris’ tongue, bathing it in warm, rich goodness. This was SO much better than a mouthful of honey! The tall woman eagerly gulped down the thick liquid but quickly found that there wasn’t enough. It was so thick and slow that she never had enough for a full, satisfying mouthful. She sucked on the hose, willing it to go faster, but it was no use. She just had to sit there and impatiently enjoy the painfully slow flow of the chocolate.

Jamie, apparently noticing Cris’ thoughts, chuckled as she raise another ladleful of chocolate up above the funnel. “Sorry that it’s so slow, baby. I don’t want to burn you by heating it too much, so just make do with this, ok?”

“Hmm,” Cris grunted begrudgingly. She was annoyed now, but she was sure that she’d be grateful for the slow pace later once her belly was more chocolate egg than stomach.

Minutes ticked past slowly as Cris kept on gulping down thick chocolate as soon as it entered her mouth. Ladle after ladle of the heavy liquid was poured down the funnel, leaving Cris to wonder just how much chocolate she’d drunk already. Her stomach was starting to feel heavy and full, but she wasn’t anywhere near being done yet. If anything, the small and growing tension in her middle was just making her hungrier.

Before long though, Cris was already starting to lose her gusto. Chocolate was delicious and all, but gulping down several liters of it in one go was losing its charm. She kept at it though, of course. She couldn’t let her cute Easter bunny down, after all.

A small chill crept across Cris’ middle. She put a hand to her stomach and felt that a small sliver of smooth skin had shown itself between her shirt and her slacks. Cris pulled her shirt down, but before long, it had slid back up again. Cris couldn’t help but grin around the hose in her mouth. It wouldn’t be too long before this shirt would refuse to fit at all.

This event was not wasted on Jamie. Her eyes had followed Cris’ hand to her stomach and were now locked onto that sliver of skin. Cris chuckled and reached her arms up in an exaggerated stretch, causing her shirt to rocket up her middle. Cris smirked as Jamie drank in the sight of her soft abs, which were slowly getting pushed out by gulp after gulp of liquid sugar. The chocolate may be starting to lose its flavor, but that look in Jamie’s eyes right now? That was damn tasty~.

Cris began to really lose track of time after another couple dozen heavy swallows. She spent the time waiting for another decent mouthful by rubbing at and playing with her growing belly. There wasn’t exactly much else to do, really. She’d rub it and feel the extra tension building up beneath her abs, give it a little shake and feel it wobble, and tug at her shirt to see how long it would cover her before losing its grip again. The rubbing felt the best, but the shirt one made her feel giddy- especially once Cris had to start holding it in place for it to even cover her entire belly. The moment she’d let go, a new draft would immediately chill her lower belly. That exalted and stuffed feeling helped distract her from the nausea that was starting to build up from the ever-present taste of chocolate in her mouth.

Still, as impatient as Cris felt, she could see Jamie starting to get antsy as well. With both of her hands occupied filling Cris up, all she could do was look at the rising slope of Cris’ belly. Speaking from past experiences, Cris knew that Jamie was a very handsy feeder, so this had to be torture for her. But her dedication to the scenario was apparently stronger than her desire to touch since she just kept ladling away, keeping the chocolate constantly flowing down the funnel and into the belly of her desire.

After another good while of gulping, Cris started to groan. Her stomach was feeling pretty tight now, but more than that, it was heavy. All that thick chocolate was sitting like a boulder in her gut, pulling at her skin way more than air or water or even just food. And that taste - that sickeningly rich and sweet taste… it was almost as bad as honey… oh lord, this was going to be awful after all…

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, there was a pause in the flow. Cris gratefully let the hose fall from her mouth as she panted, trying to keep the heavy liquid down inside of herself. She felt her shirt get pulled up from its resting position just below her belly button and a pair of soft hands began to massage and caress her trembling middle. Cris sighed contentedly, then shut her mouth tight as a sickly rumble tore through her. Her stomach contents violently shifted and something began to rocket up her throat. She couldn’t hold it down~!

*UuuuUUUoooooOOrrrp!*

The wet belch ripped itself from Cris’ mouth along with the fresh taste of chocolate. She groaned as she felt another hot bubble of gas start to rise from the pool of liquid within her. It felt so good to let the gas out, but Cris was terrified that more than just air was gonna come up eventually…

“Aww, is this too much for my sturdy mold?” Jamie teased as she ran a finger around the rim of Cris’ tight navel. She kneeled down and put her ear to Cris’ rumbling gut. Her soft hair tickled Cris’ tense skin, but she was too occupied with keeping her impromptu lunch down to be able to enjoy it. “And just listen to this. Your poor belly is so angry with me, it seems.”

Jamie stood back up and flashed her teeth in an evil grin. “I wonder just how angry your belly will be after the second gallon of chocolate? I can’t wait to find out!”

Cris grimaced weakly. This was only a gallon? And there was another entire gallon after all? Apart from feeling sick, she was also already pretty tight. How was she supposed to fit an entire second gallon of this…?

The bloated woman began to protest, but Jamie wasn’t waiting for anything. In fact, she was even skipping a whole step. She’d picked up the entire pot by the handles and was moving it close to Cris. Her eyes were alight with hunger as she moved it toward Cris’ lips and began to raise it up. “Say ‘aaaah’, little egg-holder. Your fluffy bunny wants to finish up so she can play with her finished egg~.”

There was no escape. Cris just had to muscle through the nausea the best she could. She let out one last hot burp before putting her lips on the edge of the pot in time to meet the slow tide of incoming chocolate.

That first fresh taste almost sent Cris into a tailspin, but she barely managed to hold herself together as she forced the disgusting sugar down her throat. The sickness was temporary. Once she was done and her gut had settled, she’d feel huge, tight, and incredibly sexy, and Jamie would be all over her in that skin-tight leotard of hers. She could straddle Cris’ taut gut with her toned thighs and… and… ehehehe…

Yeah, that was enough motivation to push on after all. Jamie’s outfit definitely wasn’t Easter-y, but she was still Cris’ favorite Easter bunny.

Chugging down the chocolate this way was certainly faster, but it was also much harder on her gut. The rapid induction of heavy chocolate was making her stomach violently rumble and groan. She tried to massage her belly to relax it, but the overstuffed organ was having none of Cris’ bullshit. At this rate, it would be a miracle if Cris managed to get everything down, let alone keep it down.

Still, she kept recklessly gulping. Her stomach was feeling incredibly hot from all of the warm chocolate, her skin starting to feel slick with sweat as it swelled bigger and bigger. Her abs were starting to grow less and less distinct under her fingers with each passing minute, her muscles being forced flat by the never-ending compaction of chocolate. Finally, her shirt gave in for the final time, slipping past the apex of her belly and crawling up to rest closer to her chest than her belly button.

But that was all on the outside. Inside, Cris felt HEAVY. If she’d swallowed a boulder before, then now she had a full chunk of steel resting in her gut. Her belly was feeling incredibly tight over this steel-solid lump, but that didn’t stop the contents from constantly shifting and rumbling around. Her muscles were spasming frequently in vain attempts to convince Cris to stop, but their efforts were growing weaker every second.

Cris’ body was giving up. She didn’t even taste the chocolate anymore and while she still felt sick to the core, she no longer felt the need to vomit. She just kept gulping with Jamie raising the pot higher and higher to allow the chocolate to flow into Cris’ mouth as quickly as it could.

Cris moaned softly as a sudden spasm of tension crossed over her stomach, then louder as the spasms continued. She was reaching her physical limit. She squeezed her eyes shut, willing her body to relax as she kept forcing more sugar down into her overtaxed belly. She was so tight! So full! She felt disgusting from all that sweetness, but the weight felt so GOOD!

Her gut was groaning almost as loudly as she was. Her hands flew over the taut orb that her belly had become, pressing into the hard skin and loving the immediate pushback from being filled to the brim. She was so full now that her upper belly was jutting out more than her lower belly, making for an uneven slope down towards her thighs.

Just how much more could she take? How much more was there? Which would end first - the torrent of chocolate, or the room inside of her own body? Cris didn’t care. She just wanted to be heavier - bigger- tighter - fuller! She wanted more! MORE!

A stab of tension struck Cris to the core after a particularly big gulp. This was it! It was too much! But Cris just couldn’t stop! More and more, more and more! Her stomach was roaring and her skin was tingling, but it didn’t matter! She was- she was going to- oh-! Ah-!

The pot came away from Cris’ lips and, at the same time, a violent spasm rocked her body. Her face screwed up in pain and excitement, then-

*BBUUUUUUUUOOOOOO-OOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUO-OORRRRRRRRPPPPP*

“Oooooh, FUUUUUCK- *HIC* ME…” Cris moaned as she slumped down on the couch. She could scarcely breathe. Her stomach was harshly invading the space meant for her ribs.

“Yeah, that’s definitely the plan~” Jamie crooned. She set the giant pot down with a hollow *thump* on the coffee table before looking back at Cris with ravenous eyes. She kicked off her heels, sending them flying over into a corner of the room, before lifting her legs as she sat down on Cris’ lap. She giggled as she burrowed her legs between Cris’ back and the couch, pulling herself tight against Cris’ heavy gut. Cris gasped as the extra pressure sent a rush of heat surging through her body before settling in her lower gut.

“B-Babe, please-” Cris gasped, her arms hanging weakly at her sides, “I-I’m so *UUUOORP* full, I-I can’t… uugh…”

Jamie giggled again as she wrapped her arms around Cris’ neck. She pulled her body even tighter against Cris’, sending even more tension rocketing through the poor glutted woman’s body. “I knew you would make the perfect egg mold,” Jamie teased, leaning in even closer and licking her lips. “In fact, with how distended your belly is, it looks pretty close to being egg-shaped too… it’s pretty much perfect~.”

Shit. Cris had finally put two and two together. So that was Jamie’s kink this time. “B-Babe… egg-nancy… seriously? S-Since when have you- *UUUuuoooOOorrp*”

“Why, whatever do you mean?” Jamie said, her eyes glittering with mischief. “I just happen to like the idea that my tall, macho girlfriend is protecting my irreplaceable egg that just happens to be made out of chocolate. What’s wrong with that?”

“I-It’s just chocolate, though…”

Jamie sighed. “Well, duh. How exactly was I supposed to put a real egg this size inside of you, huh? We’re not birds, Cris. Or lizards. Or Easter rabbits.”

“Babe… I thought I asked *UUUuurp* you to warn me about new kinks… please…”

“Sorry, did you say something?” Jamie hummed happily, “I was too busy feeling your stomach rumble against mine. It’s so loud and angry!”

“Baaaabe…”

Before Cris could continue anymore, Jamie’s lips locked onto hers. Her tongue eagerly sought out hers and Cris felt what little irritation had been building up melt away instantly. Then Jamie broke away. She swallowed and licked her lips again. “Mmmm. Chocolate~. Mind if I get a better taste? Or two?”

No. No, Cris most certainly did not mind. And hey- it was Easter, right? Cris could overlook Jamie’s sporadic and weird kinks just this one day every year. Accepting your partner’s oddities was what love was all about, after all~.

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Would you believe me if I told you I was late in order to emulate a certain fairy tail rabbit who always seemed to be late no matter the occasion? No? Damn.

Well, it's finally out despite all the delays. Happy late Easter, everybody! I hope you enjoy the closest thing to egg-nancy that I will ever write, lol.