chapter 4

Looking over her shoulder from behind her, I saw that there was a dressing table with a mirror and chair, which I hadn't seen before as it was behind the door. Attached to the wall around the mirror were a series of large photographs. My hands on her wide hips, I walked her over to look at the pictures and saw that they were all of her, but clearly from some time ago. Personally I've got a thing for chubby chicks, but I'm also attracted to girls who most guys would consider 'hot' - and the girl in the photos would have been a stunner by anyone's standards. She had the same beautiful face with its naughty dimple-cheeked smile, framed by the same luxurious auburn hair, but her body looked like that of a beachwear model. She was slim, tanned and toned, but with enough meat on her bones to give her killer curves and plenty of cleavage. I looked back at the overweight girl standing in front of me, with her soft side-rolls and jutting, doughy stomach.

"Shocked?" smiled her boyfriend, who had got up and was leaning against the wall a few feet away. "I know she was, when I started showing her those photos to demonstrate just how much she'd let herself go. You know, a couple of those pictures are from under a year ago - that slut really fattened up fast. Hey, piggy girl - I think you should bend over that chair and take a spanking for being such a greedy bitch."

I took his cue, grasped her by the hair and bent her over the chair, her stomach resting on its upright back and her plump, firm breasts jiggling below her. I gave her round ass a slap, watched the ripples subside, then spanked the other cheek. Still holding her by the hair, I reached for the second pack of jaffa cakes and manoeuvred one out, pushing it into her mouth before giving her buttocks another resounding slap. She winced through the mouthful of food, and I saw her butt start to turn pink. She wiggled her hips uncomfortably, her restrained hands curling into fists and her big gut bulging over the back of the chair. I fed her another cake and spanked her again, harder, so that her whole body jiggled and she gave a little cry. Her large green eyes were fixed sadly on the images of her former self, a fact which didn't escape her boyfriend.

"That's right, porky - you'll never look like that again, not if you keep on stuffing yourself like a f***ing pig. You used to be hot, but now you're just a pathetic fat slut, desperate for some stranger's cock."

Another jaffa cake, another stinging salvo of slaps, turning her butt-cheeks bright red and bringing tears to her eyes. There was something about the servile way this plump beauty was enduring her degradation that was making me hornier than I could ever remember being. I reached around and spanked her belly for good measure, slapping the thick roll of fat just below the belly button - once, twice, three times, so that it bounced and wobbled over the chair back. Then I pushed my free hand up between her fleshy thighs from behind, finding that the crotch of her panties was warm and soaked through. I rubbed her pussy through the silky material, feeling her heat and moistness.

"Please f*** me", she gasped, swallowing her food and pushing back against my fingers.

Her boyfriend laughed at her again. "That's right fatty, beg him. You never had to beg for dick when you were in shape, did you?"

"Please, please f*** me. I beg you," she continued, and I spanked her again, watching her soft love-handles jiggle, then pulled her panties down around her ankles.

This time I was the one that spoke. "Beg me again, you fat pig."

"I beg you, I beg you, give me your cock, please just f*** me."

"Tell him what you are," said her boyfriend in that teasing tone.

She was still staring at the shapely girl in the photos. "I'm a pathetic, desperate fat slut and I need your cock. I beg you, please."

Still holding her thick dark red hair, I undid and dropped my trousers with my free hand. Then I gave her one last resounding spank, pulled her head back, crammed another cake between her red lips, and thrust myself into her. She instantly quivered and bucked, her fat pink buttocks wobbling against me, and I realised that she was orgasming. A moment later she started to squeal through her mouthful of food, arching her back and grinding against me so that my whole length was swallowed inside her plumpness.

The guy clapped his hands and laughed out loud. "Oh my God, she's coming already! I think that must be a new record. Jesus, that horny little pig was desperate for some dick!"

As her orgasm subsided I began to pump her hard, letting her head drop to the cushioned seat of the chair. I grabbed the soft flesh of her hips with both hands, feeling the reverberations of every thrust as shockwaves jiggled through her abundant fat. Then I pulled her head up again so that I could feed her, and felt her renewed lust and energy as the food was pushed into her gasping mouth.

Her boyfriend was smiling. "She sure likes that, doesn't she - getting fed and f***ed at the same time. What fat girl wouldn't! Man, is she grateful. Hey piggy, you should count yourself lucky that there are guys in the world who don't find fatties like you repulsive!"

I moved her a couple of steps backwards, so that her breasts rested on the back of the chair and I could play with her belly. I reached around and squeezed it with both hands while I pumped her, kneading it and feeling its soft, heavy mass wobble with every stroke.

"Keep your eyes on those photos, fatty," her boyfriend told her. "I want you to try and remember what it was like to be an attractive girl. Look at yourself now - you're just a shaking blob of fat, taking a pounding from a stranger's cock that you had to beg and plead for. You're a f***ing disgrace. Now ask yourself - do you really want to be a fatty?"