Kinky Bitch

“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.

Please get everything with extra sauce and mayo on whatever it applies for.

Please “Forget” the tissues and napkins when you come over with the first of six trays of this meal.

Please just sit across from me without making a peep, just rubbing my thigh and under belly with your foot while I grind against the chair and eat faster.

Please wipe the edge of my lips and call me messy when the rest of my face is covered in sauce and grease.

Please keep rubbing my belly while the elastic waistband slips down and my belly pushes forward.

Please rub small circles around my belly button cause you know it’s become so sensitive I can cum from it.

Please keep fetching the other trays just before the last one runs out.

Please force me to waddle out leaning on your shoulder cause I’m not fat enough for the scooters.

Please rub my belly while I burp and moan the whole way there.

Then step back and leave me to do daily tasks by myself. Watch me struggle to reach over my belly, struggle to put on clothes, close buttons & hide my flab. Watch how embarrassing it is for me to go in public and have to buy my own food and have people whisper and stare. Watch me clumsily waddle & jiggle. Watch me desperately shovel thousands of calories down my throat just to feel comfortable & full.

Try to ignore the inflating belly.

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He was stuffed, actually stuffed isn’t a proper description. He wasn’t sure there was a word to describe his current state, but he was having a hard time thinking of anything at all. This was a daily position for him, especially since he met her. She was relentless, especially since she moved in, she wanted him to grow, and he willingly gave in. He always wanted to experience being a true feedee, but he never imagined it would be this tough, or this exhilarating.

He was stuck in his current state, practically staring at the ceiling, unable to sit up proper without putting strain on his poor lungs and ribs. He couldn’t believe the human body to accommodate to such treatment, to such caloric onslaughts on a daily basis, yet he was living proof at the potential of true hedonism. He couldn’t speak, only moans and stifled burps.

He was barely conscious, and incredibly turned on. His feeder was in front of him, teasing him with her ample backside, ready and waiting for him to take her from behind, the way he used to over 200lbs ago. She often teased him like this, really falling into a more dominant role as he grew. Her best orgasms usually came, not from traditional sex, but from riding his thigh as the motion of her grinding jostled his overfill gut, eliciting some of the sexiest noises and burps he could muster. She loved treating him like her fat little toy, because she knew it turned him on as much as it did her. She could practically feel herself dripping with anticipation as she began to count.

10. He let out a pitiful moan, trying to find the strength to move, let alone stand.

9. He felt his cock twitch, as best it could surrounded by the fat mound it now stayed in

8. He surged forward as best he could, barely an attempt, but it only caused immense strain and a painful burp.

7. He tried to shimmy is bulk sideways, desperate to reach the edge of the bed.

6. His leg slid heavily off the side of the bed, but his massive thighs prevented him from reaching the floor

5. He was exhausted and sweating bullets, forced to take a moment to catch his breath.

4. As he turned, trying to raise to a sitting position, he somehow lifted his body off his many pillows that support his poor back.

3. He couldn’t do it, he could only fall backwards, splayed out like a lard filled starfish, as his feet wiggled pathetically, desperate to reach the floor.

2. His back was on fire, his belly rose above him, looking and feeling like a mountain, pinning him down, bound by his own gluttony

1. He began to moan, almost pleadingly, as best as he could to beg her to come a fuck him, embarrassed he couldn’t even get himself out of bed to do it.

“Well, I warned you piggy, I’m going to have to punish you.” She smirked at him, knowing full well he wouldn’t be able to succeed. She climbed on the bed, massaging and kissing his gut, pride surging through her. She did this to him, she forced so much food into him over their time together. He was more fat than man to her. She slid her hand between her thighs at the thought of what’s she’s done to him, and how much bigger he will be before she’s done.

Not wasting anymore time, slid crawled up to his face, positioning herself above him, before sitting down, riding his fat face for her own pleasure. She could feel his moans surging through her, sending surges on immense pleasure throughout her body. His labored breathing, his pleading moans, his burps forced out of him as the as the motion of her grinding jostled his poor belly. It didn’t take long for her to reach her first orgasm, he thighs clenching, squeezing his face tighter against her throbbing pussy. Orgasms flooded through her relentlessly, as images of him in the future flooded her mind.

She wasn’t sure how long she rode him before she weakly rose off him, falling on the bed beside, still twitching from her last orgasm. It took her a few minutes to recompose herself, and as she did she stared at him lovingly, as his face glistened from his sweat and her juices. He was approaching a food coma, as she stood up and slapped his belly harshly, startling him to attention.

“No sleeping yet fatass, we still have to give you your punishment. You’ve eaten yourself so fat you can’t even fuck me anymore, so I have to find new ways to make you useful. Pathetic really, you just can’t stop growing can you?”

He could feel his dick pulsing, the precum lubing up his fupa enough to stimulate it as tried his best to fuck his own fat. He needed to cum, just any slight friction, any way, it didn’t matter he needed it.

She looked down on him, like a predator assessing their prey before striking.

“You stay here fatty, while I go get the funnel. If you love gorging yourself more than fucking me, I’ll be happy to oblige.”

That was a long time ago….and many meals ago.

He had let himself go (a massive understatement), as she was all too eager to cook for him, care for him, dote on him, anything to help him give into his gluttonous habits. As his muscles diminished, and his gut grew, so too did his sexual drive. He would bend her over the table, post feast, to show her his appreciation. He would get on top, let her feel all the weight she helped piled on, watching her lose herself as he thrust into her.

As time went on, he became bigger, lazier, more needy. He needed help with more and more everyday. When he began to lose independence in daily tasks, she took on a new role. She became more playful, teasing him more, forcing another plate into him every meal, reveling in his whines and moans. She introduced a funnel before long, even bought a trough to really make him feel like the hog he was. He felt humiliated, but it scared him how much that turned him on.

During breakfast her teasing started to really hit him in his pride.

“Remember when you used to take me from behind over this very table? Now the only thing weighing it down is the massive meals I have to make to appease my hog of a boyfriend.”

“I wonder if you can even take the lead anymore? I’ve been having to ride you lately, since you’ve become too lazy and food addicted to stay in good enough shape to truly fuck me the way you used to. Don’t worry though hog, I love to watch you squirm under me. It gets me so wet when I have to spread my legs a bit wider everytime, as you continue growing into the lard balloon you are destined to be.”

He was red faced, from both massive fullness and embarrassment, “I can still take control….when I want to…” he replied very timidly, unsure if even he believed what he was saying.

“Oh yeah? Prove it. Let’s get you to waddle that fat ass into the bedroom and let’s see.”

That led him to where he was now, struggling to keep his weight up, as he feebly tried to enter her, even though they both knew that was not possible anymore. His fupa had long swallowed his once proud manhood. When she was on top, even she had to carefully ride his swollen tip, as it was all she could reach anymore.

“Aww is piggy getting tired? I was so excited to watch you fuck me, the way you used to. Looks like those days are over though, aren’t they?” She feigned a frown, humiliating him even more.

He was spent, he knew it was fruitless, he did his best to roll over next to her, but even she had to help him do that.

As he lie there, defeated, pinned under his own massive girth, she slid up onto him, slowly grinding into his swollen mound.

If he had the strength, he would have held his mouth shut, but the feeling of a boulder in his gut left him struggling to breathe, jaw tired and sore. His stomach groaned loudly, emitting sounds that should worry anyone, but this was his new normal. Far too tired and weak to argue or fight back, he let his jaw fall slack, as she slid the entire eclair into his mouth, cream exploding from his lips.

“That’s it, chew it all up and let it turn into more fat on this,” she punctuated her statement with a firm smack on his swollen gut. “Only six more baby, finish that bite, we gotta speed this up a bit,” she ground her wetness into his thigh, “you’re making me so wet, I need to ride you my hog.”

He couldn’t believe he had let it get this far, at the start of their relationship, he was a modest 240lbs. He gained 30lbs inadvertently just a couple months in, as she was very caring and giving, making sure he was well fed and well stocked in his kitchen. As he hit 300lbs, she decided to confess her intentions, and her fetish to him. He had always been a husky guy, which led to some insecurities in his youth, but hearing about people who not only liked bigger guys like him, but found them sexiest, was a wild discovery. She had told him she loved his gains, but wanted to see what he thought before she pushed him too far. It didn’t take him long to ponder it.

He really gave into the hedonism of her desires, eager to please and arouse her. He pushed himself just to make her happy, often teasing her with his body. He never knew being adored this way would feel so good. His weight skyrocketed, and so did his libido. He was insatiable, in the kitchen and the bedroom, and even she would struggle to keep up with both of his appetites. Everything felt like heaven to him…until 500lbs came and went in a blur.

As he reached such mammoth sizes, he began to realize how much more effort it took to do even simple tasks. His waddling left him breathless, his jiggling fat made him sweat, and his near constantly full gut left him hornier than ever. What had been a very active sex life, soon turned into a workout, even as he simply lied there. She did most of the work, and she had no problem riding him to orgasm, again and again. He on the other hand was often too full and food drunk to work up the effort to cum, and when he did, it was a far cry from the strong euphoria he used to love.

His mobility continued to diminish, as his appetite continued to grow. He would often voice concern to her, wondering if he had gone too far. His indulgences left him worried about being able to move. She agreed to let him try and slow down, but she knew that wasn’t gonna happen. Simply leaving sweets and fatty, greasy foods in arms reach always left him stretched and gasping by the time they went to sleep. He may have wanted to quit, but his hedonistic needs were far too strong. He was quickly outgrowing his clothes, his furniture, and even his home. He should have been scared, but it continued to turn him on more…

As the last eclair went down, he groaned and struggled to rub some comfort into his poor gut. Even at his size, it surprised him how much she could coerce into him on a daily basis. She bit her lip, taking in the sight before her. Her fiancé was quickly becoming the biggest person she had ever seen; she couldn’t believe she was so lucky. She slowly slid from his thigh, reaching for the remote to his bariatric bed. He began to recede from his reclined position to a lying one. His grunts and gasps grew as he felt the immense weight of his own body pinning him down. He wanted so badly to reach down and stroke himself, but that became impossible a year ago. He felt a twitch in his mound, and began to whine in desperation. He felt her place as much of his gut as she could into the harness, slowly watching it rise enough for her to reach under him.

The weight bore down on his lungs and face more as it rose. His fat cheeks squished his eyes nearly shut, his face grew red, and he began to gasp and snort…he needed to cum so badly. She reached under him, searching for his manhood, pushing through a fupa that rivaled the size of his belly when they first met. When she finally found her prize, he began to grunt, sounding like a true hog. He nearly came from feeling the cool air touch him in a place that rarely saw the light of day.

“My, my…someone is excited. Does being such a huge fucking blimp turn you on that much?” She felt him twitch in her grasp. She began to slowly stroke what she could, watching him writhe and jiggle. “Do you want me to help you with this?” Her fingers enveloped the tip slowly, earning a loud grunt from him.

Between gasps he replied, “please…”

“What was that?” She teased

“Please….need….cum….please,” it was all he could get out.

“Tell me something first…..are you done gaining for me?” She bit her lip

“….no…..I can’t…..I need….bigger……more….” He grunted as a pitiful orgasm leaked from his tip, unable to even work up energy to cum proper.

She continued stroking him, as she fingered herself.

“Yeah…no problem…” he lied between wheezing breaths

A year ago, helping her bring in groceries was a non issue, despite his huskier frame, he still had plenty of bulk. Besides, it was only groceries, it wasn’t like he was hauling rocks. Still, that was a year ago, a year full of laziness, hedonism, and lots and lots of groceries.

As he slowly stepped up and into the house, he tried to maintain his composure, tried to prove to himself he wasn’t as far gone as he was. Unfortunately for him, the sweat stains on his far too small shirt, stained with yesterday’s flurry of grease and sugar, and his sweaty brow told another story, one of the glutton he had become.

She followed behind him, effortlessly carrying the simple bags of groceries, a task she now had to do multiple times a week. It was taking more and more effort to cook and feed him, and he was eating through enough food to feed a family for a week, on a near daily basis now. She watched him lower his bulk into a nearby chair, his ass and love handles basically enveloping the poor thing as it creaked under his weight. This man used to frequent the gym, used to play college football, used to work construction and now he was a wheezing mess from one trip to the car and back.

It’s not surprising, he always had an appetite, one honed for bulking and perfected for beer and junk. All it took for her to make him the hog he was now was a little motivation, or lack there of I suppose. The protein shakes she made him suddenly began to make him swell with fat instead of muscle, something he failed to notice right away. His activity lessened, as she pampered him with all of his favorite foods, freshly made and heavy in calories and substance. The beers he would enjoy on weekends to unwind started to become a daily indulgence, and when he was feeling buzzed, his appetites, both culinary and carnal, grew. She pampered him, pleasured him, and worshipped him as he swelled, and he took it all so willingly, like the obedient hog he was.

She left and returned with more groceries, while he still tried to catch his breath. He hadn’t moved much the past week, and he was realizing it now. Since he was let go from work a couple months back, he didn’t have much reason to leave the house. Plus, she made sure everything he wanted was within arms reach, so what reasons did he really have to leave the couch? The poor hog, oblivious to just how much he was growing, while his once defined and honed muscles began to turn to jelly.

Once he finally recuperated enough to stand back up, she grabbed his shoulders from behind and gently guided him back down. “Don’t worry baby, I’ve pretty much brought it all inside. Just relax, no need to worry yourself. How about we just relax today? Maybe watch a movie or something? How’s that sound?” She placed a box of snack cakes on the table next to him, his favorites.

“Now, why don’t you head to the living room, while I sort through these groceries. I bought some stuff to make some homemade pizzas, figured you’d love that, right?” She wrapped her arms around him from behind, making sure to feel up on his massive gut while she did. He couldn’t complain about the idea, in fact, he never complained. Why would he? When she made sure he had everything he could ever need or want? He agreed easily, grabbing the box of sweets like it was his treasure.

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He was stuck, pinned beneath his own weight and stuffed too full to move. She stared down at him with that deliciously evil smirk of hers, as she slowly tipped up the gallon of fattening shake.

“Keep going piggy, halfway there”

She emptied the first jug, holding the funnel up to make sure every bit of it filled him ever bigger. She reached out to caress his gut, like one would with a pet.

“You’ve grown so well for me baby, but we have so much more to force into this body of yours. Just lie back for me and keep swallowing, enjoy the ride”

She grabbed the next jug and began to relentlessly tip more fattening slop down the funnel. He was sweating bullets, swollen tight, and horny beyond comprehension. She had recently bought him a vibrating cock ring, to ensure he stayed hard and horny while he gorged. The more he associated sex to being stuffed, the easier it was for her to grow her hog. The ring kept him rock hard and leaking, but never allowed him to cum. He had outgrown the ability to jerk himself off months ago, as he begged and whined for her to help him.

She loved the feeling of dominance and ownership she felt for him, knowing his sexual relief was reliant on how and when she decided.

As his belly swelled dangerously taut, she could see him meekly clench and shift his thighs, desperate for just the slightest friction to cum. She chuckled, as the last of his shake finally flowed down the tube. Once it was empty, he loudly spit the tube from his mouth, releasing a loud belch, and a pained groan. He gently massaged and jiggled his gut, hoping the pressure would be enough, but he still couldn’t cum.

Between wheezing gasps, he begged, “please, I need to cum, it’s been weeks. I’ll do anything, just let me cum once.”

She tilted her head in false inquiry and chuckled, “oh? Anything I want? That’s quite the ask piggy.”

She placed her finger on her chin, acting like she was deep in thought, as if she didn’t already know.

“Tell you what piggy, get on all fours, and come over here and kiss my boots. You do that, I’ll make you cum as much as you can handle tonight.”

His eyes grew wide, as he whined, “but….i can’t move…”

She brought her hand to her ear, as if she didn’t hear his quiet retort

“Oh? You seemed eager to move earlier when the pizzas came, now you’re too full to move? Nice excuse piggy, guess you don’t want me to help you”

Her tongue moved around inside her cheek, as she hummed a teasing tune.

He let out another weak moan, as he attempted to shift his weight forward. As his belly jostled, more pained burps forced their way out. Cream and food remnant coated his chins as he slowly reached the edge of his love seat, a love seat he was slowly filling. He tried several ways to lower a knee to the ground that didn’t bring pain to his swollen form, but he decided to just push through. He fell to his knees with a heavy thump and loud cry. He whimpered as his knees shook from his massive weight. He fell to hands and knees with a piggish grunt as his belly fell heavily to the floor. He burped and moaned as he slowly drug his fat belly across the room.

She laughed and pushed her boot out towards him, like a goddess would to a worshipping peon. He was dripping sweat and snorting for air as he reached her boot. He sucked in a deep breath as he tried to bend down to kiss her boot. He did realize he had gotten so large, that he couldn’t even bend down far enough. She laughed at his pitiful attempts, eventually showing pity as she lifted her boot to his lips.

“Good enough piggy, you earned your reward”

He looked up at her with reverence, excited for his reward. His heart dropped as she walked upstairs toward their bedroom.

“Crawl to the bedroom if you want your reward piggy.”

He could hear her devilish chuckle echo into the distance as he looked up the stairs. What would be a simple set of stairs to people of modest sizes, might as well have been Everest to him.

“Hurry up hog, before I change my mind”

“Shhhh…quiet now, pigs don’t talk, they eat. Now be good and open up”

She stroked his cheek lovingly, wiping away the sweat dripping down his face. She snuck in a hefty pinch of his large, flushed cheek. Her finger scratched under his large double chin, like one would to a pet, as she brought the next doughnut to his mouth.

“Don’t upset me now, we still have half a dozen to go, then maybe we can discuss a break. Consider yourself lucky I’d even consider letting my hog rest, pigs don’t usually get that choice. Thank goodness you’re so cute, and pitiful. Now, open up…..that’s it….good boy”

She shoved the other half of the doughnut into his mouth, as he let out a whimper and forced himself to chew. She placed a hand on the largest swell of his gut, giving it a rough jostling and firm slaps. He moaned every time his gut was forced to move. He felt like he swallowed a boulder, and couldn’t believe she had grown his appetite to be so immense. He always fantasized living this kind of life, submitting to a feeder, growing recklessly and losing all inhibitions. He knew it would be hard and painful, and he thought he was ready for it. What he did not expect, is just how ruthless his girlfriend would get as he grew.

It started as roleplay, kink exploration, and slowly became more concrete from there. Occasional stuffings slowly became nightly affairs, then morning session were added, until now, when every meal felt like an eating competition to see just how much more she could stuff into him.

She became more enthralled by letting her feeder fantasies free, finding a partner who not only accepted her perversions, but begged for them. She was shy and nervous when she first force fed him, worried she may overdo it or make it awkward. Those fears slowly died as he grew, and now she couldn’t imagine a life without glutting a pig multiple times a day. She became obsessed with the control, the numbers rising on the scale, and just how pathetic she could make him every day.

“Two more doughnuts pig, don’t make me ask you to open again”

She roughly pinched his nipple, seizing the opportune gasp to shove more sugar and junk into his mouth. She picked up the last doughnut, rubbed it against his nipple, then forced it into his mouth, even though he hadn’t finished the last. She stared at him, as she bent down to lick the frosting from his engorged nipple, giving it a firm bite when she was finished. Her hand rubbed his gut slowly, up and down, occasionally lifting up his heavy belly hang and letting it drop. She never knew someone could feel so soft and heavy, she had always imagined it but now that she was living it, it was so much more exhilarating.

“Please……I finished…help….please…”

It hurt him to talk, even breathing felt like a struggle, but he to needed her to help him.

She smirked, knowingly exactly what he was asking

“Oh? Does piggy need to go to the washroom?”

He shook his head pathetically, not that

“Do you want me to help you to bed for a nap?”

Again, he shook his head ‘no’

“Oh, maybe piggy needs some….relief?”

He whined and nodded, trying not to move too much

“Does piggy want me to crawl under all this lard, search through all those rolls to find that pathetic little cock of yours, and make you cum? Is that what you want?”

He whined louder, not wanting to admit it, but unable to hide how aroused this made him.

“Well, unfortunately piggy, I had to make sure you ate everything…again! You’re too pathetic to eat it all yourself. So…no!”

She laughed devilishly at him, watching his will crumble

A violent belch surges through you, eliciting a pained moan. You’ve never been this full before, you can only take quick shallow breaths as your mind grows hazy from the sugar high and sensation flooding it. She’s been relentless with her feedings lately, and tonight was no different. You thought you were fat before you moved in with her a year ago, you were so naive. You’ve already more than doubled your weight since then, and she’s done everything she can to turn you into her needy, piggy plaything, and you’ve given in so easily.

As you rest a moment, having finished another whole pie, you try to rub the amount of belly you can still reach, looking for any relief. The shirt she forced on you before dinner has already lost 2 buttons, as another 3 threaten to burst. You can’t speak, worried even the next burp may pop you. You feel her nails glide across your expansive corpulence, snapping you briefly from your haze. You make eye contact with her; she has that smirk, that evil, lustful smirk. She sets her hand on top of your gut, shaking it back and forth as you wince in pain.

“You’ve been such a greedy hog lately, you know that?” She accentuates this remark with a firm smack on your pained, bloated form. “You just can’t put the fork down for anything can you? I still remember the person you were when we met, back when you were more human than pig. You were in such good shape, remember?”

Honestly you couldn’t, that seemed like a lifetime ago, and all you could think of now was not exploding.

“You just needed someone to give you that push into gluttony didnt you? The hog was always there, you just suppressed it with gym visits and salads, desperately trying to avoid the inevitable. It’s a good thing you met me. I’ve never met a hog so happy and blissful to grow into such a blimp.”

This teasing is only making it worse, as the throbbing intensifies deep within your fupa. It has been months since you were able to reach far enough to get yourself off, and she had conditioned you to needing to orgasm at least twice a day, usually after your big stuffings. The day you lost the ability to pleasure yourself, she reached a whole new level of devious. Completely reliant on her for relief, she left you desperate and pleading on more than one occasion, using it as motivation to get you to eat another whole pizza, another dozen of donuts, or another whole pie. You were truly lost to complete and utter hedonism, complete gluttony and lust, both intertwined into your very being.

You needed relief and you needed it now. It has been almost a month since she let you experience that wonderful bliss. You’ve eaten so much for her, so much more than you thought possible, and yet here you are, a bloated mess, mind rotten by thoughts of food and sex.

You needed to tell her to touch you. You needed her to bring you ecstasy just once, you’d do whatever she asked, you just needed one more orgasm. You try your best to convey this, but the only thing out of your mouth is a deep and pained moan.

“So piggy, what shall I do with you? I know it’s been a while since I played in that fupa of yours, I bet you are so pent up aren’t you?”

You nod slowly, desperately holding back a burp for fear of the ramifications.

“I bet you are, you poor hog. Although, I do have a nice pan of brownies cooling in the kitchen, and you still look a bit hungry to me.”

Your eyes widen a bit, you couldn’t possibly eat another bite. You needed relief, you needed rest, but most importantly you needed to cum.

“So what will it be piggy? I could help you up, lead you to the bedroom, and treat you to a nice reward for all your gluttony tonight, or… I could go get those brownies for you. How’s a 5th dessert sound?” She smiles at you wickedly.

Your mind races, “Please, I need to cum, it’s been so long,” you think to yourself. “I can’t eat anymore, havent I been good enough for you? Please I need relief, just once, please.”

You want to beg, to say all of this to her, but as you try to speak it happens. You feel a hiccup surge through your bloated form, causing you to moan in pain as 3 more buttons burst from your shirt and a pained belch escapes your lips.

Too pained to talk, she answers for you, “looks like you made a little room for me, so the brownies it is,” she kisses your gut, watching the horror creep across your face. She turns and retreats into the kitchen, soon returning with her special, decadent, calorie filled brownies. She places the pan on your gut, you can feel how dense and fattening they are, your gut groans in response.

“Don’t worry, piggy, if you eat all of these for me, I’ll make sure to reward you for being so gluttonous tonight. But…If you don’t finish them, I don’t think you’ll want to know how long it will be before I let you cum again. So just lie back, open that greedy mouth of yours, and let those calories stretch you out a bit more.”

She brings the first bite to your lips, you close your eyes and open your mouth. Despite your fullness, some drool still creeps out of your mouth, as that rich chocolatey flavor fills your brain with nothing but thoughts of food and sex.

You’ll be sat in the passenger seat unwrapping and feeding them every little food in the over stuffed bag, the small one is for you since you can’t keep much down on a bumpy road. One hand rubbing their growing belly, shifting a little when they feel the steering wheel start digging into them while trying to drive still.

At the first rest stop you two hit, they’re stuck in the driver seat. Top of their belly is distended and shining red while the rest of their belly sags between their chubby legs. Looking up at you with a begging puppy look in their eyes, they ask that you lower the seat and help them slide out. You wrap an arm as far around their waist as you could and help them to the passenger seat where they can finally recline and digest.

Getting back onto the road, and a grumble sounds off from the passenger while they snore away. You’re pulling into a drive through again before they crack their eyes open. Waking up by the time you grab the first bag from the window and plop it on their lap and they dig in immediately, not even noticing the two others you put in the back seat.