Sick Sad Hogs

Violet noticed Cash eyeing up the burgers joint. She smiled, knowing her plan was working already, soon enough he would really start packing in some pounds. “Let's make a stop before getting back on the main road”. Cash lit up like a kid on Christmas and licked his lips, already getting hard at the thought of feeling that glorious pain once again for his girl.

They pulled into the restaurant parking lot. Cash was ready to go through the drive through when Violet stopped him. “No, this time I want to take you inside”. Cash didn't argue. They parked and headed inside.

Cash positioned Violet in front of him to hide the obvious erection showing through his increasingly tight jeans as they looked at the menu. Violet stepped back closer to Cash to feel him throb against her backside. She couldn't wait to force him big enough to start feeling his gut into her back when she did that.

Violet walked up to the counter and began to order. First she started with what she wanted, a large fry and a medium strawberry oatmilk shake, then she went on to order for cash. The worker raised an eyebrow as Violet continued to order more and more and more, till the inquisitive expression turned to one of repressed shock. “For here or to go?” Violet smiled “for here”. Cash practically busted in his pants right there. “Fuck she wants to show off her pig slut in front of all these people, Jesus Christ I love this woman.” The worker looked up at Violet “for here? Are you sure?” Violet politely nodded. “Okay well it's gonna take a little bit longer than usual” Violet said that was fine and then reached back to take Cash’s hand and led him over to a window booth in the middle of the restaurant.

“You're sick little miss” Cash whispered “a bit twisted too” she replied then snuck a peck on the lips before they slid into either side of the booth. Cash spread his legs wide trying to allow a bit more room for the girth in his jeans. He could feel them riding up tight between his ass already. We wondered how much longer they were gonna last, maybe till the end of the week if he was lucky. A worker brought over a tray with their drinks, for Violet her strawberry shake, and for Cash an extra large double chocolate shake with extra whipped cream and chocolate syrup, and an extra large root beer float. Violet held in a lough as she saw Cach’s smile leave his face when he saw the extra large cups were 42oz, he knew he was in for it. Violet slid the tray closer to Cash, tapping the tip of his boot with her foot, signaling him to start.

He made direct eye contact with Violet as he lifted the cup to his lips, the whipped cream instantly painting his upper lip white. He began to tip the cup back down to take a breath, but Violet once again tapped his boot. The cup went back up. He was now chugging a shake as big as his head and it was hardly noon. There were a couple of old men at a nearby table playing cards, they looked over and laughed as Cash returned the empty cut to the table a bit more loudly than he intended. “Damn, thirsty buddy?” One of the men called over teasingly as Cash licked the cream off his lip. The rest of the men laugh, Cash awkwardly raised to fingers in an embarrassed attempt at a wave, and gave them a quick fake smile.

Violet watched as Cash shifted in his seat, already uncomfortably full. He let out a loud belch, muffling it with his hand. They sat silently while they waited for the food. Cash was nervous what the men's reaction would be when the food showed up, contemplating if he could control his nerves well enough to not throw up once the food arrived, but just when he thought of asking Violet if they could get the rest to go the worker brought over two trays overflowing with food. The excitement in Violet’s eyes was enough for him to ignore his anxieties. Who cares what anyone thought, it wouldn't be long till Violet blew him up to at least three times his size anyway, and then there would be no way of hiding what a pig he was becoming for her.

Violet carefully lived her fries out from under the pile of burgers and set it next to her shake.

Cash licked his lips as she started delicately unwrapping his food for him, piling up the burgers, being careful to keep her hands clean. Then she opened the lid to the bucket of hot sizzling mozzarella sticks. The smell made his erection ache with anticipation, he knew they would be dripping with grease, the oil was already soaking through the bottom of the paper bucket. Violet stood up “I'll be right back, do you need anything while I'm up?”. She smiled as Cash’s big puppy dog brown eyes met hers, he looked so nervous, and excited. What a sweet boy, she thought. “No baby” he replied, practically whimpering already.

Cash watched as she slowly walked over to the condiment stand, he loved the way she moved, it took everything in his not to get up and force her against the counter and fuck her right there in front of all those people, that was his girl, and he wanted her so badly. Violet picked up a small cup and held it under the pump for the mayonnaise, she slowly forced the pump down, squirting the mayo into the cup. Cash was hypnotized watching Vi, her finger nail polish catching the light as she wrapped her fingers around the pump to get a better grip, then she slid the pump down once again. Cash had to bite his tongue in an attempt not to let out a moan. She looked back towards Him as she continued pumping, faster and faster till the cup was so full the mayonnaise jiggled at the top in the middle, threatening to spill over the edge.

She walked back over to the booth and set the cup of mayo on the tray in front of Cash. “Here ya go baby” she cooed, then bent over to give him a quick kiss, then snuck her a finger that had gotten a drip mayo on it between his lips before standing back up straight and returning to her seat across from him.

Six burgers sat across from Cash, but not any burgers, six HUGE burgers. They were wide, and originally came with two thick grilled beef patties, but of course that wasn't good enough for Vi, she ordered them each with an additional two extra patties, extra cheese, and bacon. Even with Cash’s abnormally large hands they were a challenge to pick up. He dunked the burger into the cup of mayo, making it overflow around the cup, then he held it up to his mouth, looking at Violet for reassurance, she gave the signal under the table to begin.

He took the first bite, a large one, wanting to impress Violet as she daintily slid one of her fries into her mouth. Cash’s eyes practically rolled back in his head when he tasted it, there weren't burgers even half as good back home. The juice from the meat flooded his mouth, he took another bite before he had even finished chewing the first one. “Let go, just let go, and eat, eat for her you pathetic fuck” Cash mentally ordered himself. He kept going, eyes locked on Violet, this was for her, it was all for her, and he rather have died than disappoint his girl.

Violet watched as Cash slid the last large bite of his first burger into his mouth. She knew the error it took him to do this for her, these were far from normal portions, and even though after he put on some weight it would get easier, he was still just a little piglet at that moment. Cash let out another muffled burp and took a few sips of the root beer float, before picking up the next burger without hesitation, only pausing for a short moment to wait for her signal once again. She gave it as she picked up another fry. She watched as Cash slid as much or the burger into his mouth as he could, about a third of it, mayo gathering up around his lips like the night back at the motel early on in their journey. He reached for a napkin, but she gave him a stern look and a hard stomp on his boot. He pulled his hand away with a smirk and continued to take another large bite. Cash slid forward in his seat and leant back in an attempt to get a bit more comfortable as he forced in the last third of the burger.

He continued on through the burgers till he got to the last one, wiping it around the puddle of spilled mayo bordering the now empty cup, then took a bite. Violet noticed he had begun to sweat, as he grew uncomfortable, her panties hugged her tightly as she grew more excited. She had finished her fries and now just grazed on her shake, never fully diverting her attention away from Cash.

“Jesus, that boy can eat!” one of the old men called over from their table. Violet looked over and smiled then looked back to Cash as he continued eating, completely ignoring the comment. “He sure can.” Violet replied. The men roared with laughter. “And I thought I ate a lot!” Another man exclaimed. Violet just smiled and looked back at Cash as he finished the last bite of the burger, facing a mess of mayo and cheese. The men returned to their own conversation, before Violet slid the bucket of mozzarella sticks in front of Cash.

He started breathing heavily, the food felt like a pile of bricks in his gut. “Baby I don't know if I can” he said between huffs. Violet slid her foot up Cash’s ankle, “you can do it baby” but he looked defeated. He took another sip from the float, there wasn't much left, just a mound of vanilla ice cream melting at the bottom. “Fuck I gotta piss like a racehorse” he muttered, His blatter suddenly felt like it was about to burst.,”I'll be right back”.

He scooted himself out of the booth slowly, he felt the meal slosh inside him, he paused at the edge of the booth for a moment before standing up, letting his stomach settle so he didn't get sick all over the floor. He took a deep breath then slowly lifted himself up and waddled over to the restroom. Without thinking he wiped his face clean with his hand, then realized he hadn't gotten permission from Vi yet. He wiped the mess across the belly of his white undershirt, it was riding up on him again, the fuss from his lower abdomen exposed.

He knocked one of the stall doors open and dug his thumb between the tight waist of his pants to unbutton them. The button flung open with a pop as he slipped it through the loop, he felt relieved to be free of the fabric digging into him, there were expressions of the denim pressed into his skin. He unzipped the fly and held his shaft over the bowl. He stood there for almost two minutes straight as a forceful rush of piss shot into the water loudly till his bladder felt like a sore deflated balloon. He forced his manhood back into the tight jeans and with some real effort for the button back through the loop. He was half tempted to leave it undone but he didn't think he was quite ready to make that much of a fool of himself in public quite yet. He washed his hands and stared at himself in the mirror.

The man he saw looking back at him certainly wasn't the same one he had seen back in the motel mirror. He was growing soft, his swollen belly pressed tight against the shirt, the start of love handles sat above the waist of his pants. He couldn't even pull them up all the way, they sat low on his hip as most of the weight he'd put on so far had gone to his lower half, filling out the back and thighs. Soon enough there really would be no hiding it.

Violet had already declined his request to stop and pick up some bigger clothes. “Not yet, baby. If we get you new clothes the second the old ones get a little tight, we'd be buying you a whole new wardrobe every time we made a stop”, he figured she was right, as she often was, but felt she was more inclined to make sure everyone could clearly see the damage she was doing on his body, and blaming him for every pound. He was often too tired, too lazy, and too full to argue such petty little things with Vi. She could want him walking around butt ass naked, and even then he probably wouldn't cause a fuss. His mission in life now was to please her, and he had only become more and more surprised with himself about how much he enjoyed doing so.

Violet and Cash were back on the road again, headed nowhere. Violet watched as the bumps in the road shook Cash’s newly acquired weight. It wasn't much yet, but he was certainly not as lean as he once was. He'd grown, but only enough to thicken him up, but it was as if all those calories went straight to his muscles, making them swell tighter against his clothes, and slightly recoil at the uneven road. She was hypnotized as his sweaty, broad, fur covered pecs shook as he hit a pothole. They were so full, folding over onto his abdomen, Violet couldn't wait to fatten him up enough for them to rest on an ample gut.

“Sorry baby” Cash explained as he hit another pot hole, “huh?” Violet was still half in her fantasy. “These roads are terrible, I'm gonna find a way back to the highway for a bit”. But midway through his sentence he spotted a drive through advertising “mouth watering” burgers. He felt a rush of blood go to his groin, Violet’s tricks were already working.

Violet had made it very clear to her lover that he was forbidden to pleasure himself without her permission. She said it would interfere with his “training”. Cash agreed at the time, and did mean it genuinely in the moment, but a man's word tends to be skewed when the woman he loves has her hand on his cock, and Violet kept her hand down his pants as often as if it was her own pocket. After a night of Violent stuffing him with two whole party sized trays of pasta she got from a local restaurant He had woken up early to use the restroom.

Violet was still asleep when he entered, catching himself in the mirror, noticing how brawny he had become, no sign left of the skinny freshman he had once been. It was then it really hit him that he was a grown man, something he should have realized decades ago, but it had only just really hit him in that moment. He felt large, and powerful. Knowing he didn't have much time left before his body was to be completely destroyed in the pursuit of pleasing Violet, he decided to indulge in his own pride, even if only for a moment.

He raised his arms and flexed in the mirror, smiling at the result. Though he knew he could pump them up larger with a few push ups. He quietly made his way onto the floor and began to do a few repetitions. It was harder than it once was. He huffed as he pushed himself up from the last rep. He stood up surprised to see he was utterly soaked in sweat. It had never taken so little to wind him before. He flexed once again, his chest heaving as he attempted to catch his breath. He smiled in the mirror again, he'd never looked so big in his life, he didn't mind the lack of definition. He's grown used to not having abs since he met Vi.

He felt huge like a beast. After another short moment of admiring his physic he looked down at how soaked he really was. He could get back into bed with Violet like that, he'd have to shower first. Cash re entered the bathroom and peeled off his soaked briefs and stepped under the warm water. He couldn't help thinking back to his old routine, how he would pleasure himself in the shower after his morning round of chores.

He thought back to what he promised Violet but decided that it was only natural for a man to tend to his own needs once in a while, especially if his girl was sleeping, he wouldn't want to disturb her. He reached down and grabbed his girth, already swollen and ready. He began to stroke himself, rubbing his chest as the warm water draped his body. He pulled out all his old tricks, but after a while the water started to run cold.

Why couldn't he get off? Nothing he so regularly thought about to get him there in the past was working. His stomach growled. Oooh, that was it, he knew then what was missing, that heavy, sick feeling he experienced when violet would force feed him to his Absolute max capacity. He hadn't cum without it in almost two weeks. Was this her intention? If it was, it worked, the water was freezing cold as cash stepped out, but his cock was still as hard as ever.

the thoughts of that expanding ache inside him wouldn't leave his mind. Violet opened her groggy eyes to see Cash’s throbbing erection still dripping from the shower. She looked up to see a desperate expression on his face as he looked down at her. “Feed me” he begged.

Before he knew it Violet was returning from the diner across the street with three large bags of take out containers full of pancakes and bacon. Once Violet forced him to drink the last of the syrup he felt it, that incredible pain from his stomach spasming to contain the slop Violet had filled him with. A mouthful of droll dropped from his lips as he tipped his head up to see his distended abdomen. “Vi- vi- I'm gonna” Violet grabbed his manhood, and in a single downward pump, Cash once again shot those ropes of warm cum all over his swollen belly.