Chapter 3 - part 3: stuffing the pig

I was sitting in the middle of our bed when she entered the bedroom. She was carrying something, a box of some kind, which she placed on the bedside table behind me. I couldn't see what it was.

"Masturbate for me," she said in her familiar commanding tone.

"What? Now?" I raised an eyebrow. "Just like that?"

"Yes. I want you to masturbate for me."

"But I don't really feel like it at the moment-"

She shoved me by the shoulder, making all of my flesh bounce and shake, and I found myself lying on my back.

"It wasn't a suggestion, pig. It was a command. Now show me how you masturbate. Come on, fatty." She slapped my under belly, making it jiggle. "Not in the mood? You'll be in the mood, you big, fat sack of blubber. Look at you lying on that bed, all of your flab oozing out around you - your fat covers almost the entire bed! There's hardly any room left for me on our king-size mattress. I mean look at you there, that huge gut splayed out beside you, wider than three normal-sized people. Those huge, flabby buttocks, and lard-encased thighs... You look like a beached whale!"

I almost hated to admit it to myself, but her teasing was working - I was getting aroused by her name calling. To reach my cock I had to adjust my position on my side, allowing my belly to bulge out to one side, getting it and my moobs out of the way of my reach. It had been years since I'd actually been able to see my bits and pieces, but lately it had become almost impossible to touch them. Once the fat of my hanging gut was out of the way, I had to dig under my fupa with my fingers, and find my cock in between the rolls and folds of flab. The blimping up of my arms wasn't helping either, as it limited my reach that much more. At this point I could barely get my fingertips onto the head of my cock to stroke.

"That's a good piggy," my wife said sweetly, "you search for that little joy stick, buried deep within all of that blubber. I'm sure you can find it in there somewhere... although it won't be easy." She giggled, caressing the underside of my belly. Her touch felt wonderful, softly pressing into a part of my belly that was beyond my own reach. "Oh my, how well you've eaten, and how large and soft you've grown for me, my piggy. All of these wonderful bulges and rolls... so much soft, succulent fat. Mmmm, so wonderful."

She walked around the bed with a slow, sexy, gait, caressing various parts of my body as she went. I was on my left side, and I could feel her crawl onto the bed behind my head. I felt her breath on my ear.

"You've been a very good piggy for me, haven't you?" she whispered, her tone deep and sultry.

"Yes ma'am."

"No," she said, and clutched at my arm fat, "oink for me, pig."

I oinked. Her hands reached forward, grasping at one of my moobs.

"Oh, look at these beauties, my piglet! I can't believe your breasts are still growing! They're simply enormous. You know, the largest my breasts ever grew, back when I was a big fat cow - though much, much smaller than you are now, hee hee hee - well, they were and a double-G cup. Now you have bigger tits than I ever had. Isn't that hilarious?"

I oinked.

"And they're so wonderful, so deliciously fat. I know you don't like them, and that they get in your way - but all your fat does that, doesn't it? Like your big, fat, wide hips that are too big and wide to fit on the downstairs toilet anymore? Or how you're too fat to get into the kitchen pantry? Oh, but I love these big boobies of yours... I only wish we could make you lactate, turn you into a proper cow, hmm? That would be so much fun. Imagine how much milk these huge, lovely jugs of your could hold?"

With that she gave my moob a shake, making the flesh wobble uncontrollably. She disappeared from my view, and returned a moment later holding a tray.

"Have you got a hold on your pecker yet, piggy?" she asked, her tone sounding playful now. I groaned my agreement. "Good. Now rub that cock, my bloated hog, and I will feed you these brownies that I made special, just for you." She held a delicious looking square of chocolate before my mouth.

"But I'm still pretty stuffed from breakfast," I whined.

"Eat it," she said. "Keep eating until I tell you to stop. Or you will be punished. Understand, pig?"

I took the brownie into my mouth and nodded. Although I was feeling very full, I had to admit, it was delicious. When I finished the first my mouth was already watering for more.

"Very good, my piggy. And oh, look how eager you are for more! Such a good piggy. Mmm, yes, and I know how excited you get when you eat.... So keep wanking there, my little ball of dough. Keep pulling for your pleasure while I keep stuffing these delicious, special brownies into you."

"You know what makes these special, don't you? They're made with my wonderful weight-gain powder! So many more calories for you to turn into pillowy inches of fat. Mmm, can you just feel the fat expanding on your body as you taste them? Mmm, so good!"

Between the sweet chocolaty taste in my mouth, her humiliating words, and my rubbing the head of my cock, my head started to swim. I moaned and groaned as she continued to feed me and I continued to pull at my penis. All this time she continued to tease me about how fat I had grown. I felt like I was drifting off into an ecstatic trance.

"Ow," I muttered through a mouthful of brownie. I pulled my hand back out of the folds of fat.

"Hand cramp?" my wife asked. I nodded. "Here, you stuff the rest of these in your mouth, and I'll take care of the other part." She placed the tray of brownies in front of my face.

As stuffed as I was, somehow my arousal compelled me to do exactly as she asked. I immediately began by picking up a brownie and pushing it into my mouth, taking a big bite. As I ate, my wife slid down the bed, sitting behind my ass. She knelt there, leaning over my soft hip, and stuffed her hand under the massive bulge of my gut, and squeezed and shifted it through the rolls of blubber, searching for the folds that would reveal my hard prick.

I snorted lightly when she grabbed it, mouth full of chocolate.

"Oh my," she said in a sing-song tone, "it really is getting buried deeper and deeper in these folds of fat." She giggled. "No wonder you got a cramp in your hand. Soon you'll have to finger it like a vagina."

I oinked to respond, which made her laugh.

"Then, after a few more brownies, you won't even be able to finger it at all... You chubby little fingers won't be able to reach, hee hee!" She pinched a few inches of flab at my hip. "This is going to grow and grow, and this," she pinched my hanging upper-arm fat, "keeps growing thicker and thicker... And of course, this big belly keeps growing rounder and puffier," she patted my tummy and giggled.

My mouth was stuffed with so much brownie that my cheeks were puffed out. I could only make muffled sounds to her.

"Can you feel it?" she asked. Her hand was still gently stroking at my member. "Can you feel the fat growing on you? Right now, this very minute, your body is taking all those empty calories and turning them into new, beautiful, jiggly fat. Mmm, you belly is swelling up... I can almost see it! And I can feel your fupa getting thicker and heavier... Mmm, so much fat..."

My cock was twitching in her hand now at the sound of her voice, at her teasing and taunting. Then the orgasm took hold of me, I grunted and mumbled. She sighed contentedly, still stroking through the wonderful spasms. When it had ended, she puled her hand out from under my flab.

"Mmm, you had a big load there, big boy," she said. Her hand was fingers were cupped, with come dripping from them. She reached forward and wiped the warm slime over my moobs. "There - now you can say you've come all over your own tits."

She laughed at this as she stood up and left the bed. "Finish all those brownies, piggy."

When she returned she had a damp cloth in her hand. The brownie tin was empty, but I hadn't shifted my position yet.

"Good work, pig," she said, clearing away the container and wiping chocolate from my face and fingers with the warm cloth. "Now that you're cleaned up, why don't you have a little rest? Take a nap."

"Yes, ma'am," I replied. She turned to walk away. "Wait," I called. "You wiped my face, but can you wipe up these, too?" I pointed at my moobs.

"No," she said, sounding surprised. "I wiped up the chocolate because it will stain. Aside from that, a piggy belongs wallowing in his own filth. Doesn't he?" She smiled, adding, "Don't worry piggy, we'll have a nice wash later on. You just go to sleep."

As I laid my head down on the pillow, sighing, grateful for the opportunity to rest and let my stomach digest, she strode out of the bedroom toward the kitchen. When she was almost out of ear shot I could hear her say, "I'll wake you in time for lunch."