Chapter 3

He grabbed and gyrated my belly roughly, causing me to belch a number of times. “So, you are my fat piggy. Take some more to drink.”

I coughed and sputtered as he pulled my head back forcing me to drink. The thick, sweet tropical drink went quickly down my esopogus. My head was spinning. I kept feeling an unbelievable pressure in my sides and what felt like a lead ball deep in my gut. I barely realized that I had started working on the mount of oily and gooey cheese fries. Jahn’s hand gyrated my flesh more firmly as he continued to stuff me hard.



Ooopf…oomph…chomp…chomp… chew…chew…chomp…chew…chew…oomph…slurp� ��

I felt like my circulation was cut off as my belly projected enormously forward. My pants lost their pleats and top button pushed itself free. Fists full of fries were pushed into my mouth.

“Come on, Piggy, squeal for me…” Jahn demanded.

As my poor tummy was bounced I was forced to grunt. I never was so happy about a dimly lit place with load music because I could only imagine what people would think watching him roughly rubbing and I powerless, off-center from too much alcohol letting him do what he wanted.

Then finally it all abruptly ended. The food was all gone. When I looked down, I was startled to see that I appeared at least six months pregnant. I was in a haze and could only feel a dull throbbing and sometimes an intense internal pressure – an incredible plumpness.

Jahn was delighted. “So, you see how chubby you’re going to become with me as your feeder? I’ll make my piggy enormous. You’ll always feel full.”

He continued to go into detail about his plans to fatten me. I tried to focus but could only hear a word here or there.



“Come on, Piggy. Let’s get up and dance,” he said, enthusiastically.

I groaned as he pulled me to my feet nearly losing my balance from being drunk and from the weight of the solid mass jutting out in front of me. He half supported me closer to the dance floor. The beat of the music was fast. I barely moved as he danced around me. I moved close to him and whispered that I was going to the ladies room. He shook his head, told me to hurry, and danced on. I did hurry – right out the front door. I hailed a cab, struggling to get in. I told the cabbie to go back to the hotel and he took off quickly leaving Jahn in the dust.

By the time I reached the hotel, I had begun to feel just how overfed I was. My grossly swollen belly wouldn’t let me bend forward. I couldn’t free myself of the zipper in my pants, so I had to kneel on the floor to access the lower drawer and a pair of scissors to cut myself free. I slowly lowered myself to the bed, but once getting there couldn’t get up again – unless I wanted to try to roll myself to the side. I was stuck moaning, groaning, and rubbing my abused belly most of the night.