chapter 7

It seemed to be just another dull day at work. I stood in the staff locker room: the same dismal off-white walls as usual; the same rows of severe metallic gray as usual. Everything the way it always was. Only not. Like a strangle reflection. I noticed a sweet scent in the air like frying doughnuts or fairground candy floss and it enticed me towards my locker.

I quickly twisted the numbers to my combination and the door swung open to reveal a box of a dozen doughnuts with a note attached that says: "A good Piggy should have her mouth full at all times." I hastily crushed the paper in my hands incase anyone should see but I'm all alone and I know what she wants.

I took a bite out of the first doughnut. It was like sweet heaven on my lips and I could barely suppress a moan, it's the sound of deliciousness. I sank slowly to the floor, my back pressed against the lockers and I can't resist another mouth watering treat. The idea that someone could come in and see me as the greedy hog, the pathetic food addicted pig that I truly was only compelled me to shove another doughnut into my mouth. My head was swimming with so much pleasure that at first I didn't notice that with each bite my clothes were growing tighter. Or rather, I was growing fatter. Much fatter.

I looked down to see that the buttons of my work shirt were pulling apart against the swell of my belly and gasped as one by one the buttons burst off with a cartoonish pop and my belly was free to surge forth onto my lap in an unstoppable wave of softly undulating fat.

Everywhere my rapidly ballooning body was straining against the confines of my uniform. My 44F boobs, that I had always regarded as something as an asset and one of the few perks of being a bigger girl, were now spilling over the cups of my already huge bra and felt impossibly heavy and full as the sagged down to rest upon my belly. My trousers were so tight that they looked as if they were painted on and I could make out the faint cottage cheese outline of cellulite on my titanic thighs. My underwear had become a thong, I could feel it cutting into me as it was swallowed up by my fat. Even my arms bulged against my shirt sleeves.

I felt only relief when I finally grew so big that I just hulked out of my clothes, all at once they fell from my body in an explosion of burst seams and tattered fabric. I should feel panicked, scared or at least confused but all rational thought blurred in a mind numbing haze of sugar and fat. It felt so good that I just kept eating and eating, working myself into a frenzy of erotic gluttony. I barely cared that my massively obese body is exposed, lewd and large for anyone to see.

Eventually the pleasure of eating gives way to the pleasure of getting fatter and the effort of lifting my heavy, lard laden arms to my mouth begins to exhaust me so I allowed the box of doughnuts to fall to my side. I want to take in my own enormity, to explore all of my lovely fat. I feel so plush and luxuriously soft that I can feel my excitement mounting. Just touching my own belly makes me gasp with lust and delight but as my plump and greedy fingers attempt to move past my belly, I realise that I can no longer reach. My dough girl arms are just too short and stubby to reach beyond the bulging rolls of my sides, the heavy apron hang of my belly and the rolls of fat on my thighs. No matter how much I squirm and stretch, I can only flail helplessly, causing all my blubber to shake and quiver. The knowledge that I am now too fat to pleasure myself makes me shiver with hot shame and arousal.

Seized by a perverse curiousity, I lifted my huge drooping gut with both hands and then dropped it, allowing it to slap down against my thighs. The motion sends waves of ecstasy through my body that culminate in my clit. Breathlessly I repeated the action, almost as appalled as I was aroused by my newfound ability to fuck my self with my own fat.

"You've gone too far this time, fatty," she chuckles.

I look up to see her surveying my immense body with a self-satisfied smirk on her face, enjoying the role that she played in fattening me to such an insane level of obesity.

As she approaches me I know that I am entirely at her mercy and I can feel my chins begin to quiver with fear and excitement. She straddles one of my massive thighs to taunt me further but I can tell by the heat between her legs that she loves this as much as I do. She plays with my rolls, fondles my fat, feels the voluptuous weight of me. There's so much of me but still it's as if she can't get enough of my blimped out body. Her touch is greedy, possessive and it feels good to be wanted so much. When she kisses me with her sweet, soft, hungry little mouth I know that she means it.

She spies the box of doughnuts discarded on the floor and her smile turns from sweet to mischievous.

"Naughty fatty, pleasuring herself before she's finished eating," she scolds me. "You'll never be as fat as I want you to be if you don't eat all these doughnuts."

She brings one of the doughnuts to my lips. "I'm going to stuff you until you're my big, round, juicy blueberry girl."

I want to resist, I'm already so fat. But I'm so greedy. So hungry. So unbelievably turned on by this. I open my mouth to make some feeble protest but she pushes the doughnut between my lips to silence me. A good Piggy does not speak. A good Piggy should have her mouth full at all times.

She was merciless in cramming my chubby cheeks full of more and more food. The knowledge that I was her pathetic, helpless porker and she could do with me as I please only made her all the crueler.

Once she has filled me up with the remaining doughnuts, she ran her hands over my swollen belly, admiring her well fed girl-pig. She gives me a knowing, amused smirk. "My big girl is far too fat to get herself off now."

Her teasing and the knowledge that she has total ownership of me only makes my flab buried nethers wetter still. "Please..." is all I can whimper.

There's a devilish glint in her eye as she slides two fingers into the deep chasm of my belly button, my blubber swallows her fingers up to the knuckle. I grunt like a pig as she slowly moves them. In. Out. In. Out. It's a cruel mockery of satisfaction that I crave and all the crueler because of the pressure against my painfully full belly.

"Oh, Piggy," she moans, unable to hide her pleasure at the globular ball of fat she has turned me into, I can feel her slowly grinding against my thigh. "Did you ever imagine you would be so fat that your belly button could be fucked. Your very own fatgina."

Just the thought of it is almost enough to make me cum but suddenly I'm jolted back to reality as the tannoy sounds above us, summoning me to the shop floor.

She hops of my lap nimbly and smoothed down her uniform. "Come on, fatty, they're waiting for you."

I stare at her in disbelief but she only looks back expectantly.

Huffing and puffing, sweat already beginning to pour down my cheeks and chins, I attempt to heave my massive hefty frame off the but I only collapse in a wheezing mess. I can't do it, I'm just too heavy. I'm trapped by my own obesity.

"I... I think I need your help," I said quietly.

She takes my plump hands in her own strong arms and I know how much she loves seeing me so weak and out of shape, so completely dependent on her. She helps me to my feet as if it's barely an effort but I'm already a gasping wreck, breathless just supporting my own body weight.

I look down, my view obscured by my own monstrously large boobs and belly and as I remember that I'm naked, the thought occurs to me that this must be a nightmare. The room flickers for a moment, everything shifting and twisting as if seen through a kaleidoscope and when my eyes refocus I see that she's holding an enormous version of my uniform.

She helps to stuff me into uniform but I'm just too big, my hips and ass spill out of the trousers in an enormous muffin top while my belly oozes out of the shirt.

"I can't let anyone see my like this," I protest. A monstrously obese freak like me is only fit to be displayed in a circus or better yet, hidden from sight as an immobile, bed-bound blob.

She slaps my massive ass, sending ripples through my fat and I take my first heavy step forward. My huge, chafing thighs force me into a waddle and the jostling of my pendulous belly threatens my balance with every step. I feel like I'm trudging through quick sand as I make my slow way to the door. As my hips brush the frame, I realised that I'm just too wide, I have to turn side ways to fit through the door and even then she has to help squish my rolls through the frame. I should be appalled at being so obscenely obese but still I shiver with perverse pleasure as I feel her hands sinking deep into my fat.

The unforgiving strip lighting on the shop floor is so bright I can barely see and when I blink I realise it's a beam of mid-morning light filtering through the curtains. A dream. Only a dream. But I was still lazily luxuriating in the afterglow of my dream, still in the blissful headspace of a sated piggy lying full, heavy and round after being fed, fattened and fucked.

I flipped over into my side, snuggling back into the toasty sheets and was about to drift off to sleep again when my eyes focused on the unfamiliar room. Memories of the night before came flooding back and I sat bolt upright, turning to Alex's side of the bed.