Dinner for Becky

Welcome to //Dinner for Becky//! This game is a short choose-your-own adventure starring the house-husband of the brave adventurer. This is my first ever finished game. Also my first erotic game. Sorry if you think it is lacking in depth, but it was not designed to be complex. I mostly used this project as a means of learning the program, but it also serves as a sort of "demo" of my erotic stories so that in the future, if I make purchaseable stories, a buyer can check this one out first to see if they like my writing. Anyway, let me introduce you to the setting of this story: You play Rocko, a skinny guy with brown skin and curly hair. You're not much the adventurer type, but adventurers surely are your type. You and your girlfriend, Becky--nobody else gets to call her that--live in a small hunter-gatherer community in a prairie country with purple skies where the common clothing is a simple loincloth. Your girlfriend is currently out adventuring with her party, and you've been thinking about her all day. You are wondering if you should cook up something special for her, and then maybe things could escalate afterward? Or, maybe you'll take the day off. Who knows? [[You do!|Relaxing Day]] (set: $HasStew to false) (set: $HasFruit to false) (set: $HasBread to false) (set: $Nothing to false)

With Becky and most of the other warriors away from home, your village is much quieter than usual. You're used to the noise of their hoots and the sound of them mutually slapping each other's asses. Today, however, they were after that huge Mastodon sighted by a scouting band two suns back. Ever since that, they had all been even rowdier than usual, prepping their bodies for combat. Not that you were complaining. Watching Becky hefting logs and grinding her battleaxe sharp was a pleasure by itself. Her muscles were just as defined as her male counterparts. It made her much less soft and jiggly as other women, but that didn't bother you one bit. What did bother you, however, was how focused she would get on her battle glory. She'd say you were being petty, and maybe she was right, but you'll be glad to see her eyes back on you again. Thinking about her exploits reminds you how you've achieved nothing yet today. Sure, there is no shortage of food supplies and nobody currently needs there clothes re-sewn, but maybe there's [[something else you could get up to|Dinner Question]].

And that's when the idea comes to you. To celebrate Becky's return, you can cook her something special. That's always what you were best at, these more homely activities. You were born with narrow bones, at least that's what you told people. Really, you just saw this lifestyle as more attractive. Becky is a big eater. She has to eat a lot with how much physical activity she gets every day. That means she will usually enjoy anything that you make for her, but she might enjoy some extra protein in the mix after such a workout today. But then again, you have been doing all the chores while Becky's been training for today. Maybe you can take today off and do nothing. Just focus on your inner peace or whatever. With Becky gone, she can't push you to do anything out of your comfort zone. Yet you know she might really appreciate the extra work. What will you do? [[Not Cook]] [[Cook]]

You're going to cook for her. She could really use some extra food, you think. Obviously, if they are successful in the hunt then there will be plenty of meat to go around, but you know there is always room for more food with Becky. Peeking out of your log and tarp-built hut which you share with Becky, you see that there's still plenty of daylight left in the violet skies above for you to scavenge for some special ingredients. Everybody else in camp are mostly homebodies like you, all working on re-tarping their huts or sitting together around a campfire talking about their lives. Now the question is what to cook. You're thinking either some [[stewed fruit|Stewed Fruit]], [[fish stew|Fish Stew]], or [[seedy nutty bread|Seedy Nutty Bread]].

You decide to take the day off. It might be selfish, but you found ways to justify it. It wasn't like Becky won't love you anymore just because you didn't cook for her one day. You spend the day checking out the writing on nearby stones, deciphering its meaning, failing, and then sitting by the lake just outside village borders. You swear you can see her party in the distance fighting the monster, but it could just as well have been your imagination. You even take a dip in the lake and clean yourself off. You hope Becky doesn't take a wash, however. You love her stinking sweat after a long day of punching trees or whatever they do for training. The prairies were saturated green. Much of it remains untouched by your people. Clouds roll overhead, but most of the purple sky is visible. A herd of water buffalo approached the lake from the opposite side of you and drank peacefully. There are some berries from a nearby bush you pick and eat cheerfully before you decide it is getting late and you should return to the village. You throw stone discs with some of the kids of the village to pass the time before [[Becky gets back.|Homecoming]] (set: $Nothing to true)

Gathering a bunch of berries from bushes scattered around the outer boundary line of the village and taking some of the local supplies from some pre-stored fruit, you throw them all together in one big steaming pot over the fire. Of course its an outdoor fire because it would set your hut on fire. You're glad for the mostly clear purple sky above, otherwise it would ruin your plans for today and it would likely sour Becky's hunting spirit. The aroma attracts some of your neighbors, checking by to see what you are cooking. You apologize and say that its a special dinner for the two of you and they nod respectfully, but you know that behind your back they are cursing your name. Maybe you'll make it up to them another day, but, today this is all for when [[Becky gets back home.|Homecoming]] (set: $HasFruit to true) [[Check Inventory|Inventory]]

Becky will love even more protein than the absurd amount of Mastodon meat that your tribe will likely soon have. You decide some fish stew might appease her giant body's needs.. You grab a couple of spears and a basket and head to a nearby lake, just past the boundary of the village. Green grass surrounds you as far as your eyes can see, with some mountaintops miles and miles away. The purple sky is reflected in the lake, appearing enchanted. You stride out into ankle-deep water and stand still. Waiting patiently, you manage to spear several fish and collect them within the basket. Some water buffalo show up to drink from the lake right as you're leaving, and you wave at them politely before turning away. Once you're home it takes a couple hours for you to filet the fish, cook them to a suitable degree, and then mix in some potatoes and other ingredients you scavenged from the local supply. You leave it sitting on a burning fire just outside the hut so that its still nice and hot [[for Becky|Homecoming]]. (set: $HasStew to true) [[Check Inventory|Inventory]]

"Hey Rocko, what'cha need all 'em seeds for?" asks Old Man Trev. "I'm making some fat dough for Beck," you say. "Well, she oughta love 'at. Girl 'ppreciates man who cooks," Trev grunts. "You cook?" you ask. "Nope!" Trev answers and he cackles like a goblin, rocking back and forth his hut as he slaps his thigh. You smile back at him and laugh politely, but wonder why you didn't hear his wife laughing along with him. You got back to the hut and started mashing all the seeds together. The final product is a sloppy dough that will expand in the stomach like a pufferfish. Your secret trick with the bread is a tiny splotching of honey all across the dough before you started rolling it, making it have a sweet flavor instead of its normal dry blandness. You eagerly wait for [[Becky to taste your secret weapon.|Homecoming]] (set: $HasBread to true) [[Check Inventory|Inventory]]

Startling you, a giant animal's head is thrown across the floor of your hut, leaving a blood trail sliding behind it. The head is that of the Mastodon's. The hunt was successful. "HONEY! I'M HOME!" Becky roars with excitement, charging towards you and taking you in her arms. Her skin is a beautiful golden brown, shades darker than your more ochre color skin. Her hair is cut very short around the sides, whiile she has it left long up top, tied in a loose, curly bun. Her physique is much more toned and tight than other women in the village, as it is more common for women of your tribe not to participate in her war-like adventures. As always there are outliers to tradition such as the both of you. It is uncommon for men to be so uninterested in battle, and maybe that's why you two were attracted to each other. Total opposites. She's at least a foot taller than you as well, so she has to rise back up to her full height after hugging you. Becky only wore a loincloth into battle. You silently scold her for it, fearing for her safety. She didn't even bother wearing a bra, as her chest is less fatty than other women. She doesn't need to worry about them slowing her down. You just wish she'd take a couple more precautions so she didn't die on you. "Hi. How was work?." Becky lets go of you and says, "I got last strike! That means I get to keep the head!" and she kicks the animal's head to emphasize the point. You feel some guilt and an instinct to apologize to the disembodied head before you, //"She just gets really excited sometimes... I'm sorry she's desecrating your corpse,"// but you don't want to ruin her mood. "That's great. Where are we going to put it?" you ask, genuinely concerned with what her answer might be. Becky's brows furrow as she looks around the small hut, realizing they didn't have much wall space. She shrugs. "That's okay. We can figure that out later." {(if: $HasStew is true) [ "Hold it! Did you make me some fish stew! Fuck yeah! I won't even eat that Mastodon meat tonight, I'll let them have the mediocre cooking. I've got my own professional cook right here!" You thank her for her compliments and she wolfs down the stew in a concerning amount of time as you take nibbles of your fish and take slow sips with your ladle. You can't help but notice how it looks like [[she's contemplating something.|Head]] ]} {(if: $HasFruit is true) [ "Awww, you cooked me up some fruit? Not going to be as filling as that Mastodon's meat, but it'll taste way fucking better. Especially cooked by you. Let's get eatin'!" She inhales each piece of fruit and you watch with half astonishment half worry. She finishes her meal way before you do but she chats with you as she waits for you to finish. [[She watches you like a panther the whole time.|Head]] ]} {(if: $HasBread is true) [ "Damn, that bread's sure going to fill me up. I might barely have room for that meat! No complaints though, I'm sure it tastes like Heaven." She starts eating before you even cut your first peice and holds her stomach like she's pregnant afterward, thanking you for the meal. She smirks in a dangerous sort of way and you can tell [[she's up to something|Head]] ]} {(if: $Nothing is true) [ "Oh, you didn't make anything? That's fine, we can have some Mastodon meat with the others. It will never taste as good as your cooking, that's for sure," Becky says and the two of you join the rest of the village in eating the meat. They ask you two about what you're going to do with the Mastodon's head and both of you don't know. Eventually the two of you head back to the hut, the sky now pitch black. [[You can tell from how she keeps looking at you that she's got something on her mind.|Head]] ]} [[Check Inventory|Inventory]]

You decide to ask her about it, "Becky, how are you feeling?" Becky smirks as she looks down on you. "I'm just... the thrill of the hunt, you know?" You nodded, but you also noticed that while you were eating together she was scooting awfully close to you, and even was rubbing against you a tiny bit. That seemed suggestive of something more than that. You can see she's checking you out right now. You ask, "You're sure it isn't something... else?" "All that fighting was exhilarating... I got so excited. And now I'm just..." she reaches down, her fingers sliding across her sculpted, brick-like abs. "I'm horny as fuck, Rocky." She laughs but her crazy eyes tell you she's serious. You gulp. Neither of you have been prudent around each other, but it still gets to you every time she's so open and forward with you. Her brown gaze is concentrated on you, Before you can say anything, she pulls you towards her face and supports the back of your head as she kisses your mouth. Its a sloppy one, but you kiss her back as much as you can at the moment, being caught by surprise. You can smell the recent meal on her breath, which was humid. Becky lets you go and growls. She rips her bottom loincloth off to reveal her bushy, wet pussy. It's burning red right before your eyes. "I want you to suck it." [["Fuck yes."|Yes]] [["Sorry. I'm just not up for it tonight."|No]]

She growls with pleasure as you shuffle on your knees towards her needy pussy. Before you get all the way there, Becky grows impatient and she grabs you by your curly hair and yanks you forward, thrusting her hips to confirm contact. Becky groans and giggles as your sounds of protest are muffled by her fat lips. You give in and start lapping away, licking every crevice before you, giving her enlarging clit extra attention. Becky's body moves with you, grinding against your face. Soon you're drenched in her but you don't care. Even though you aren't touching yourself at all, your dick is getting rock hard as you please your girlfriend. Neither of you are worried about your neighbors hearing you. Sex was a natural and enjoyable part of life, and nobody in the tribe held a strong stance against loud sex. Becky's grip tightens and she says, "Yes Rocky, just like that. Just like that. Good... Good..." her thrusts against your mouth grow more and more frantic as she grows silent before roaring in ecstasy. She squirts hard and coats your whole head with her juices, but you keep blowing her, undeterred. "Oh fuck Rocky. You want more?" [["I'm satisfied satsifying you :)"|Pleasing Her Only]] {(if: $HasStew) [[[She wants to ride your cock.|Dick Riding]]]} {(if: $HasBread) [[[She wants to suck your cock.|Blowjob]]]} {(if: $HasFruit) [[[She wants to suck your cock.|Blowjob]]]}

Becky's face changes. She looks upset, but understanding. "Oh. Okay. I'm sorry." "Don't be sorry," you say. "Ask me again some other time?" "Yeah. Totally," she says, but her slight frown tells you she's disappointed. {(if: $Nothing is true) [ Becky relieves herself in isolation while you eat some more Mastodon meat. Eventually you head to bed and the two of you slept. Both of you feel unhappy with the way things turned out today, but no relationship is perfect. This wound can heal. Ending 1/6! [[Restart|Introduction]]]} {(if: $HasFruit is true) [ Becky is not satisfied with this. She stalks towards you and sits on your lap, leaving you no room for escape. "Maybe you're not up for pleasing me... but I'm still too fucking horny not to do anything. Surely you wouldn't mind if I help you cum?" Becky asks as she reaches past your loincloth and clamps her fingers around your shaft. [["You make it impossible to say no. Do as you wish."|Handjob]] [["I'm sorry, but I don't want to have sex tonight. I'm not feeling it."|Respected Boundaries]]]} {(if: $HasBread is true) [ Becky is not satisfied with this. She stalks towards you and sits on your lap, leaving you no room for escape. "Maybe you're not up for pleasing me... but I'm still too fucking horny not to do anything. Surely you wouldn't mind if I help you cum?" Becky asks as she reaches past your loincloth and clamps her fingers around your shaft. [["You make it impossible to say no. Do as you wish."|Handjob]] [["I'm sorry, but I don't want to have sex tonight. I'm not feeling it."|Respected Boundaries]]]} {(if: $HasStew is true) [ Becky is not satisfied with this. She stalks towards you and drops to her knees, lifting your loincloth and letting your cock bob forward, slapping her cheek. "Maybe you're not up for pleasing me... but I'm still too fucking horny not to do anything. That fish stew was amazing, and I'll devour this cock just as sloppily. Surely you don't mind?" Becky kisses the head of your dick and giggles. [["You make it impossible to say no. Do as you wish."|Blowjob]] [["I'm sorry, but I don't want to have sex tonight. I'm not feeling it."|Respected Boundaries]]]}

Becky tosses your loincloth across the hut and laps at your shaft, aiding in hardening it faster. Once you're fully hard she kisses the tip before sucking in your glans. You roll your head back and moan gratefully. Her approving moans are muffled by your cock as she starts going past your head. You can feel her tongue swirling, rolling up against your head. She spits and slobbers on your shaft so she can take it deeper. Becky manages to hilt it with her mouth and you buckle under the pressure. "Ohhh fuck Becky." Becky giggles in excitement and she slurps up some more saliva before spitting it back on your shaft and taking it just as deep again. She picks up a rhythmn, fully hilting you each time and you can feel the end of the line coming close. "I'm coming!" you warn her and she pops your dick out of her mouth and shuts her eyes as loads of your gunk spatter across her face. Lucky for you, none of it tangles in her hair. She bats her eyes and licks her lips as she starts assessing your load. "Shit Rocky, that's a fat one," she says as she starts slurping it up from her face. You can't think of a reply and instead almost fall backward, now feeling weak from how hard your orgasmed. The two of you cuddle closely in bed that night, grateful for each other. Both of you sleep peacefully. Ending 5/6! [[Restart|Introduction]]

Becky snarls as she pulls your dick free from your loincloth. She pumps your cock slowly, letting it harden, giggling as it rises. Becky beats your shaft against her face, teasing you. You can't help but twitch and squirm as she tortures you. She quickens the pace now, evidently deciding you've had enough. With her other hand she reaches for your balls and plays with one at a time. You try to relax but find your body too focused on her, too focused on the friction of her fingers, especially when she concentrates on your glans. "Gonna cum?" she asks in a way that makes you almost cum right then. Unable to speak, you nod. Becky grins and pumps faster, clenching your balls. As you shoot your load, she darts out of the way. Unable to suppress your moans, your body buckles as each load is shot. Your fat strings of cum soar across the small hut and land on... the Mastodon head. //What have I done//, you think. //I am so sorry.// Becky is caught in a fit of laughter as you realize with horror she had planned it all along. You get over your anger quickly however, with the pleasures of orgasm overriding the negativity. "Gonna clean that up?" Becky teases. You join her in laughter. Later, both of you cuddle in bed and fall asleep soundly. You have a nightmare about a Mastodon chasing you through an unending, man-made hallway. The Mastodon does not accept your apology. Ending 4/6 [[Restart|Introduction]]

Becky is feeling very virile tonight. She has you lay down on the floor. Your loincloth is long gone and she mounts you, lining up your hard cock with the entrance to her bushy, fat lips. You two connect, and both moan as your head enters and she opens up to you. "Oh Becky. Fuckkk me," you groan mindlessly. "That's the idea," she smartasses before dropping herself halfway down your shaft, distracting both of you from the comment. Her huge muscles looming over you further send you towards climax. Her thigh muscles flex each time she thrusts her lower body on your cock and her abs are tightened with concentration. Sweat beads down from her muscle-bound boobs and drops onto your mound and thin stomach. She rests her hands on either side of your head and dives in for a desperate kiss as she keeps fucking you into the dirt floor. You flex your glutes, trying to match her rhythmn and lodge yourself even deeper inside her. Her body convulses as she squirts on you again and now her walls are even slippier. Your brain melts but you manage to warn her, "I'm... coming." Becky unsheathes your cock before sheathing it again with her mouth, fully hilting it, your head bumping into the roof of her mouth. Fat globs of cum fire out and fill her mouth with wet warmth. She stays there, licking your dick to get every drop from you. At this point you're nothing but a twitching, orgasmic mess. Finally, she's got every drop and she lets you go, your dick flopping against your thigh. She swallows audibly and wipes her mouth. That night both of you sleep like babies. After that huge dinner and the equally huge orgasms for both of you, you two are spent and very satisfied. Ending 6/6! [[Restart|Introduction]]

Your Inventory: (if: $HasStew is true) [Fish Stew: A heavy odor surrounds the pot of stew. While it may stink, this meal is filled with protein that Becky will be appreciative for.] (if: $HasFruit is true) [Stewed Fruit: With the honey sweetening, this pot smells glorious. Though it may not be very filling, there is no doubt how scrumptious this meal will be.] (if: $HasBread is true) [Seedy Nutty Bread: With the hundreds of seeds you collected all grinded together to make one sloppy dough, you have no doubt this will fill both yours and Becky's stomachs.] (link-undo: "Back")

Of course Becky is disappointed, but she also cares about you and your feelings more than sex. She apologizes and relieves herself in private, and the two of you later go to bed. Hopefully on another day you will be up to it, but for now you're happy knowing that boundaries are respected within your relationship, which means its a healthy one and that Becky is a keeper. Ending 2/6! [[Restart|Introduction]]

Becky is shocked, but she respects your self-denial of a climax. That night, she holds you close when you're in bed, as if she still feels guilty that you didn't get to cum. But you meant what you said, and it makes you anticipate next time you guys fuck with even more excitement.. You're a patient man, however. You can get yours another day, tonight you sleep happy knowing Becky got what she needed. Ending 3/6! [[Restart|Introduction]]