Say...didn’t you see that painting before? Yeah! It’s that weird one with the pirate ship manned entirely by fat women. Your Uncle sure has an odd taste in art, but it’s not like you can’t appreciate it. Still, that’s beside the point. You’ve definitely walked through this hallway before. Maybe walking out of the study without any idea where you were going was a bad idea…
Just then, you manage to catch the smell of baked goods. Cinnamon rolls if your nose is correct. That’s got to be the kitchen! If you can follow the smell there, then maybe you can get out of this maze of passages! Left…right…another right….and…..There! Your eyes spot a steaming pot full of soup through a doorway.
Your eyes go wide as you enter the kitchen. It’s even larger than you imagined, surpassing even the size and scope of the one you working during your stint at the world famous Culinary Academy of New Haven. There are rows upon rows of gleaming cookware and spices!
Suddenly, a large, soft mass plowed like a freight train into your legs, knocking you off balance.
“Master!” cried the little butterball of a chef as she crashed into you. “I just knew you’d come see Mimi!” She pressed herself against you, her head resting on your stomach, her breasts and the upper shelf of her belly rubbing against your crotch.
This girl is almost too much.
She smiles, her cherubic face looking up at you. “Now did you come to try out the cooking, or to try out the cook?”
“MMMMmmmmmm! That’s actually really good!” Mimi said, rubbing her tummy as she slurped down a spoonful of soup you’d whipped up.
“Uncle did send me to one of the best culinary schools. I may not have been the best in my class, but I did pick up a thing or two.”
Being a chef yourself, the kitchen was your comfort zone. Being back inside meant that for at least a moment, all the pressures of inheriting a mansion and its staff could melt away. In a jiff you’d gathered together a few ramshackle ingredients (not that good ones weren’t to be found) and created an odd yet delicious soup.
“I call it ‘I can’t afford groceries’,” you chuckle.
Mimi giggles. “Say, you wanna try something super yummy?”
“Sure, why not?” you say. You are fairly hungry after all. A few moments later and Mimi’s prepared a soup of her own. It’s loaded down with dozens of things you’d never think to put together, much like your own. Taking a ladle, you try a sip.
The instant it hits your tongue the world fades to black and white. Sounds lose their luster, and a heavenly choir of angles seems to sing. This….this is the most delicious thing you have ever tasted! A tear comes to your eye as the sheer quality of flavor overcomes you.
Okay, maybe that’s a little too much exaggeration, but the taste is ridiculously good.
Mimi sees your expression and the miniature chef giggles. “I hope master likes me as much as my food.”
Shaking off your shock, you turn to her wide eyed.
“This is amazing! How’d you learn to cook like this?”
Awe Master! You’re making Mimi blush!” she giggles.
“I’m serious! Your fantastic!” you stammer, amazed that this little woman has such talent.
“Mimi good at other things than cooking too, master…”
This girl keeps pushing your buttons, and it’s working. Despite your best efforts, your friend downstairs just won’t stay asleep. Partly because in an attempt to hide your erection, but mostly because you respected her skill so much, you knelt down in front of Mimi, your head coming up to the middle of her belly.
“Teach me!”
This apparently caught the little chef off guard, as her permanently happy expression melts into one of surprise.
“What?”
“Teach me! Please! Your skills are unbelievable!”
Regaining her stride, Mimi’s cheerful face returned.
“Owwwkaaaay! But only because Master is so cute!”
What have you gotten yourself into?
Suddenly, a bell rings. It's time for dinner.
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