Munchies
That morning Della was at the kitchen stove of her and Willy's abode; she stood there barefoot wearing nothing but a transparent black nightgown. Her fat white belly sagged out of the short nighttime garment. She wore no panties leaving her ass and sex on full display for no one, but it added to her overall comfort. Her fat cottage cheese-like thighs, pale and tremendous in circumference, support the woman's obese yet mothering frame. Della's long straight purple hair that would reach her back when untended found itself tied to the back of her head in the form of a bun. Della licked her lips as she pushed around strips of bacon in the skillet in front of her. Her porcine ears flapped with the excitement at the thought of committing a form of associative cannibalism. The pig girl licked her lips as her thoughts began to drift.
'I was almost eaten yesterday! The thought of entering the end in my ideal way still makes me wet. Others would want to evaluate their lives after coming so close to meeting their demise, but oh-ho ho! Not I, not I indeed. Though I should temper my indulgences as even though this is something I want, there are now even more people who depend on me, and I don't want to let them down.' Della thought, rubbing her grey eyes with her meaty arm.
In the home's living room, Willy had her leg hanging over the couch while she lay there being pant-less. Willy scratched her cyan-furred sex as she supported her weight with her elbow as it dug into the black leather of the couch's cushion. Willy's enormous breasts, unsupported, sagged with ponderous girth flopping near the couch's cushion, the left caramel udder threatening to flop down. Though light in its weight, Willy's body only has ponderous attributes that would make her very fetching to men; her overall hobo-like attitude is somewhat off-putting.
"There's nothing on fucking TV, and no one's being interesting on these phone apps; what a boring start to the day," Willy said as the news segment on television just displayed beauty products that Willy doesn't use.
Della giggled as she heard Willy moan in frustration, "Hehe, so grumpy, maybe she'll calm down once she has some bacon and pancakes in her."
Back in the living room, Willy's red eyes began to glaze over as she flipped through channel after channel.
"This is boring; HEY DELLA IS BREAKFAST READY?" whined Willy as she flipped her body around and sat on the couch in an ordinary matter.
"Give me a few minutes, baby!" Della smiled as she continued to cook.
"Ugh, man..." Willy sighed, sulking down into the couch as she ran her white painted nails through her afro puff of cyan hair.
Willy slumped down in the leather comfort of the couch, sighed, and began to play with her giant breasts, teasing the brown nipples with her delicate hands. Their weight was evident through the effort it took to pick one up by only tugging at the nipple.
"I'm so fucking huge, like one of these things must be like twenty to like fifty pounds each. I should have pumped myself as soon as I got up; it feels like I gained 20 pounds overnight. " Willy sighed, playing with her big ass udders.
Willy began to contemplate getting nipple studs as she played with her breasts, though the thought of going through pain for cosmetic modification seemed senseless to her have she gave her huge water bags a playful slap. The force failed to move these great sacks of feminine fat and glands.
***
At breakfast, Willy took a seat and was confused by the plate's contents before her.
"Uh..babe, why bacon? Is it like made of tofu, cuz it doesn't smell like it?" Willy said, picking up a stripe with a quizzical eye.
"Hehe, no, no baby, it's real bacon," Della said, taking a seat at the other end of the kitchen table.
"Hmm, well, why bacon to...day?" Willy said, her eyes set on her wife eating her large share of bacon with exaggerated fashion, savoring the taste.
"Did something happen?" Willy asked, looking at Della, confused.
"Why would you say that, darling?" Della said, rubbing her cheek as she chewed the bacon.
"Because usually bacon or pork in general at mealtime means that you're feeling sadistic." Willy pointed out.
"Hmm!? I don't know what you mean, baby." Della giggled, eating another stripe of bacon with enthusiasm.
"Uh, huh. Well, okay, say you mentioned Keyhole got some use out of our racist scale the other day, huh?" Willy said, taking a bite of bacon, realizing her wife was coy.
"Oh yeah, it was eye-opening for her, and she was impressed by the scale's accuracy!" Della giggled as she thought about being inside Keyhole's gut.
"Right, well, I think I'll try it after we eat," Willy said as she cut her pancakes.
"Oh!" Della said, her eyes widening with surprise.
"Yeah, I was kind of disgusted by how it described you all the times you used it as it comes off as very blunt and offensive, but it may be useful," Willy said, twirling around her fork to punctuate her point.
"Well, I'm glad you're going to give it a shot!" Della said, shoving more bacon in her mouth.
"Eh, yeah..." Willy said, taken aback by her wife's weird interest in eating the bacon in such an intimate way.
"Could you pass the maple syrup, darling?" Della asked, her mouth still full of bacon.
"Yeah, yeah!" Willy said, passing the cartoon-moose-shaped glass bottle of maple syrup to her wife's awaiting hand.
"Thanks!" Chirped Della as she poured some more syrup onto her stack of pancakes before pouring a generous amount of the liquid into her maw.
"Wow..." Willy said in a hushed tone as she watched Della's gluttonous behavior.
"Wha?" Della asked after gulping down the mess in her maw like a snake.
"N-nothing, but oh after the scale thing, I will need you to help with some milking; I'm filling pretty full." Willy sighed, taking a bite of bacon.
"Sure, hey, are you going to eat that other piece of bacon you have there?" Della said with hunger gleaming in her grey eyes.
"Uh, no baby, you can hav...." Before Willy could finish, the bacon was in the grasp of Della's black lacquered hand.
***
Meanwhile, the three were in the kitchen area at the Compound hidden under the abandoned mall where Keyhole, Popster, and Thiccums lived.
"Key-Hee, I'm hungry!" Thiccums cried, her blue hair unbound and clad in nothing by an oversized t-shirt.
"Mee too!" Popster giggled, her spirit giddy and free.
"Coming right up, you all!" Keyhole smiled now in her 29-year-old form and filled with maternal grace as she tied an apron around her thick yet very feminine waist.
Keyhole, now in her 29-year-old form, or she considered her default self, stood in the kitchen in nothing more than an apron and striped black and green stirrup thigh-high socks as she stood over the stove. She looked over to see Thiccums and Popster, now reverted into something she coined "Relaxed Mode." She considers this to be the actual state of the two, even though she would never say it aloud. While they were both full-grown adults, the mental strength needed to hold down such complex and hardy personas is taxing for the both of them, as they have too much pride in being seen as weak or incapable in earnest.
"You two still like toast and fruit, right?" Keyhole giggled as she gazed at the two sitting in an area beyond the kitchen where the group had made their den.
"Yes!" Popster nodded as she sat on the shag carpet, brushing her sister's long blue hair.
"Yes..." Thiccums blushed as she pushed up her glasses with uncertainty.
From an outsider's point of view, the three of them looked like Keyhole just owned two Miblin pets. Popster and Thiccums were harmless in the way they were now. While relaxed, their forms were soft and their thoughts simple. Even though they have put the complex pieces of their minds at rest for the moment, they were still individuals, though their more positive traits were allowed to bloom in this safe space.
"Alright, I think that's it; come on and get it, girls!" Keyhole called to her two lovers.
The two Miblin sisters rushed to the table and marveled at the spread their caretaker and lover had set out before them. The table was plentiful with several slices of toast and fresh fruit arranged in a very pleasing way. The time taken to put the meal items on the dining table in this attractive way reflected Keyhole's love for the two and the effort to make their home as comfortable as she could.
"Whew! Wha!" The two Miblin sisters marveled as the food seemed endless, even though the spread was of simple accommodations. Yet, despite its simplicity, the way everything was prepared made the girls' eyes twinkle.
"Alright, everyone, let's dig in!" Keyhole smiled, clapping her hands.
