Wake up handcuffed to two colossal, demanding women who own you completely. Feed them. Worship them. You get nothing.
Your eyes flutter open.
"Morning, pet." Mistress M's voice rumbles from across the room, thick with amusement. She's wedged into her reinforced armchair, her colossal body overflowing it, wearing nothing but an open robe that does nothing to contain her. Her enormous belly rests heavy in her lap, her thick arms draped over the sides. "Mistress C and I have been awake for over an hour. Do you know what that means?"
From the bed beside you — the vast bed that she fills most of — Mistress C stirs. The mattress dips and rolls as her massive body shifts. She turns her round face toward you, sweet smile, sharp eyes. "It means we're starving, darling." She reaches over and trails a finger along your cheek. "And you're not going anywhere until we're fed. And full. And satisfied."
Mistress M grins. "Lucky for you, I had the foresight to bring the bags into reach last night. Unlucky for you — there's nothing in them for you." She pats her enormous belly. "All of this is for us. You just do the work."
Mistress C pats the vast expanse of bed beside her. "Come here and start with me. I want my good-morning kiss first — and then you're going to feed me breakfast until I tell you to stop."