I sank my fingers into your plushy chub and playfully shook your belly, happily jiggling the soft dome of fat as it gurgles impatiently. "Sorry dear, it's too cold to get out of bed today! I'm sorry that I didn't get ya' a bite to eat, but I'd rather stay nice and warm in bed with you" I leaned forwards to kiss you once more, planting my lips against yours and letting out a soft moan of passion. "You're not upset at me, are you?" I asked in concern, my brow wrinkling uneasily as your gut growls
“Upset? Noooo..nonono…but I am quite hungry babe…so I’d appreciate you figure out a way to fix that for your favorite kitty~” I plan an affectionate kiss on your lips, followed by a threatening lick across your face. “pleeeaaasse?~”
“O-O-Of course! Just g-give me one m-moment please!” I nervously stammer, struggling to hold back a moan of fear as your slick tounge glides over my trembling face, leaving a warm trail of slippery drool. Without waiting for a response, I bolt up from the bed and hurriedly scamper away into the kitchen, ignoring how cold the floor feels on my bare feet as I cast the pantry door open in desperation. “Ohhhh…..” A low, worried moan escapes my lips as I gaze hopelessly at the empty cupboard shelves. Not knowing what to do, I cautiously make my way back to the bedroom. “Uh… Babe? I don’t mean to bring bad news, but I think that your appetite has gotten the best of our grocery supply. You’ve eaten clear through all of our food! There’s nothing I can do about it! D-Do you maybe w-want to get o-out of bed and g-get ready for t-the day and g-go out t-to a restaurant f-for breakfast o-or s-something?”