Chapter 35 - 35 - fulfillment (part 2)

He wastes no time. He pushes me to the bedside and forces me to my knees. He pulls a long woven rope from the bed frame, a memento of one of our previous feedings. Effortlessly, he tugs my arms behind my back to pin me in place.

A moment later he has my arms tied behind me, bound tightly near the small of my back. With my legs spread and arms flush to my body, I'm forced to sit tall and upright with my belly bulging prominently outward. I shift uncomfortably, feeling how thick my thighs are beneath me before giving him a pleading look.

"Just a second piglet," he says before stepping out of the bedroom. I hear unmistakably familiar sounds coming from the kitchen and I know what's coming. He's only gone for a minute or two, but sure enough when he comes back in he carries a massive pitcher full of thick creamy liquid.

He carries the fattening mix behind me, where I hear him empty the liquid into the hold for the pump. It takes a while for the huge volume of the thick mixture to empty, and with every passing second I can feel myself getting hungrier and hornier.

"I don't know how much longer I can wait," I say, feeling the tension building. "Look at what a fat pig you've made me. I'm about to come just thinking about eating..."

And with that he's standing before me, feeding tube in hand. I stare up at him beggingly, watching his eyes stray down to my overflowing middle.

"That's probably the hottest thing you could ever say," he tells me while sizing up my newfound girth. "Although I'm not sure what's hotter, how helplessly turned on you get from eating, or how incredibly fat it's made you. I'm about to come just looking at you."

My arousal pulses through me like a burst of electricity. One look at his rock hard member tells me he feels the same way.

"Well then why don't you give your piggy a treat before her meal?"

I catch his eye and he follows my gaze down to his throbbing manhood. I lick my lips playfully to make sure he gets the hint.

That's all it takes. He takes a step towards me, and I feel my gut spill onto my doughy thighs while I lean in to fill the remaining gap. Tied firmly in my bindings, I'm hardly able to move. Barely able to reach, I lick my tongue over the head of his cock and feel it pulse in response. I smile and kiss the tip, already tasting his wetness on my lips. He really wasn't kidding.

I lean as far forward as I can muster, opening my mouth wide enough to rest his shaft on my tongue. I glance up at him and catch his eye before wrapping my lips completely around his head. My tongue licks along the base and I suck ever so gently. He shivers. Through it all I look up at him, watching his eyes roll back. He gazes into my eyes before looking down, down to where my overgrown middle bulges and distends far outwards from my waist.

He explodes onto my tongue in a fury of pulses. I dutifully swallow each mouthful until he's spent and left shaking from the intensity. I lick the last drops from his tip while he regains his composure, all the while looking up at him in anticipation. As soon as he pulls away I softly utter my demand.

"More."