Emi's Progression #5 - Cooking Dinner (W20)

Matthew closed the door behind him, hung up his coat. Then the aroma fills his nostrils.

"Oooh! What's that smell?"

"Oh, you're home! Come and have a look yourself!"

He took off his shoes and walked in the living room to find Emi, the girl that never bothered to do anything in the house, suddenly cooking dinner. But as he quickly observed, it wouldn't be Emi if she wasn't wearing something outrageously (or nothing at all) in their house. She was wearing an apron and nothing more. While it previously barely fit over her ample breasts, the apron now failed to cover the majority of her areolas. While only halfway into her pregnancy, Emi was already blooming out in both the breast and belly department. While Emi wasn't as interested in pregnancy as Matt was, she did enjoy that her breasts were growing. Something she'd flaunt around all too often for Matt.

Emi looked up to her significant other and smiled.

"Hey~"

"Is... this a dream?"

"Who knows, but if I'm in here with you. I don't wanna leave, EVER."

"So what is Chef Emi cooking up today?" Matt peaks over the rim of the pans as the is sizzling and a pained look crossed his face, catching Emi's attention.

"Hey! What's that look? It's just steak."

"I don't mind that... but... what's with the shape?"

"Huh? What's wrong with the..."

Emi does a double take at the pan of meat and upon closer examination, realizes Matt's observation. Emi blushes and gets a giggle out before talking.

"Ahaha. I didn't even realize I had cut them into dicks. Just a habit, I guess." She says as she regains her composure and licks her lips in a sensual way.

"How... is that even a habi-..." He stopped right as he looked at the soaked wooden spoon she was using. It was an ordinary spoon that Emi used to stir the soup. However the top was soaked in some kind of viscous liquid, and trails of it were flowing down over her hand, right into the boiling water. Knowing Emi's shenanigans, Matthew quickly realized what was going on.

"...Emi."

"Mhmm?"

"You know the spoon is meant to be used solely for cooking, right?"

"Bah." Emi started pouting. "What am I supposed to do otherwise? Might as well spend my time doing something useful, right?"

"...Even if that useful thing is like 80% of what you do?"

"Ah shuddup. You're complaining but I know you like it when I'm like that."

"..."

"It's alright, hun. That's a good thing, considering that percentage will probably go up once I get huuuge. I'm carrying triplets after all~"

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"Hrmm…" Emi grunted, looking down at the two plates of burnt food. "I could swear I was following the instructions correctly..."

"Did you stop pleasuring yourself?"

"...Maybe."

"Judging from the sounds I heard while I was napping, you were trying the other end of the spoon."

"Hey! I was curious if the other end would fit in... and it did!" Emi said with bright smile.

"You're hopeless... I was looking forward to this too..."

"What was that? You were looking forward to it? I wonder why..."

Matthew gazed away from her. The long pause making him all the more nervous.

"That look… You wanted to see how my juices would taste, right?"

"You know, for how clueless you might seem, you're on point with reading my thoughts."

"Tehehe... So, shall we eat?"

"Yeah no, I'm not letting you eat this. I'll order something instead."

"...again."