“Okay, that’s it.” I say, as the funnel gurgles empty, leaving your lips, while the remainder of the sweet shake drips out of the hose. I see it drip and land on you, quickly rolling into a deep crease at the top of your swollen belly, disappearing under a massive breast that is resting to the side.
“You did good. You’re such a good piggy.” I tease, lightly rubbing the front of your hugely distended double belly. The crease at your navel, I notice, has gotten wider and deeper as we’ve piled the weight on you. Even as you sit relaxed on your bed, the mass of your fat and full gut weighs heavily on you, pushing you back as it rests on two dimpled trunk like thighs. I notice that your breath is fast and sharp, partly due to my teasing and mostly due to the 3500 calories which are now settling heavily in your stomach, after you greedily funneled it down, with my encouragement.
“Let’s get my big hog on the scale. Can you get up?” You look me in the eyes, still breathing heavily, and sort of roll your eyes and laugh, with a sigh. One thick arm braces to your side, and the other fattened arm rests atop your swollen belly, as you attempt to hop and slide forward, clearly struggling with your newfound massive weight. Your little struggles to get up from the bed now are becoming more pathetic, clearly you are becoming more dependent on me each day. A dark thought crosses my mind as I wonder if you even recognize yourself in there, enveloped in rolls and dimples. You were such a pretty, thin girl when we met. I can’t imagine what all your friends and family say now.
I snap back, offering you a strong hand to aid your heft as you swing your feet from edge of the bed, firmly planting them on your floor. I notice you let out a considerable grunt as we get you to your feet. As you sway your wide hips towards the bathroom, I notice your massive ass has all but swallowed the now tiny panties, the ones I thought were too tight twenty pounds ago.
You waddle heavily and slowly towards the bathroom, still silent but with heavy breathing, now made worse for the tiny amount of physical activity that you’ve been subjected to. As you waddle massively, your ass sways side to side, cut like two huge hams by the taught strings of your underwear. I place a guiding hand on your hip as you slowly waddle through the bathroom doorframe.
I can tell the short trip has exhausted you, and I quickly get down and slide the scale towards you. You step atop it, not even bothering to try to look down to see, as that view was obscured many pounds ago.
I see you take a deep breath, one chubby hand atop the thick part of your upper belly.
“387!” I read aloud, looking up into your round face, seeing that you’re clearly still attempting to catch your breath.
“My big girl is growing.” I say, gently grabbing a handful of your swaying lower belly, lightly jiggling it. I have no doubt you feel massive, just like the fattened pig by which I’ve treated you like over the last several months. “I think we’ll make my goal of 400 in no time. It’s hard to believe you were just 140 pounds just a few years ago.” I hear you exhale a slight gasp, and turn back towards your bed with a slight giggle, by which I hope you agree.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of my big girl.” I say, playfully smacking your wide ass as you turn, thinking to myself that these short trips are only going to get more and more difficult over the next few months…
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