chapter 5

I pumped away, feeling her plump body quiver, squeezing her round gut in my hands. I've never really been into S&M or that kind of thing, but I don't mind saying that this chubby girl's total humiliation was really doing it for me. "Tell you what, fatty," I said, "we'll give you a chance to work off some of that blubber. You're going to ride me and burn some calories, porky."

So I stood her up, led her to the leather easy chair, and sat down on it myself so that she could mount me. Facing her boyfriend, she lowered herself onto me and began to move and gyrate her hips rhythmically. The movements of her body were hypnotic, her doughy abdomen and buttocks undulating on top of me as her low groans turned to pants of exertion. I slapped her pink butt as he exhorted her to ride me harder and burn off some of her excess fat. Soon she was bouncing and heaving wildly on top of me, tossing her auburn hair, her gleaming flesh wobbling as she gasped and moaned.

Her boyfriend was shouting with laughter. "Christ, fatty, you are sweating like a pig. This is like watching a nature documentary. You look like a f***ing hippopotamus scratching its arse on a tree trunk!"

She toiled and gasped and bounced away on top of me, now leaning back with her chained hands resting on my chest. She was panting hard, and her pace began to slow.

"Oh, are you tired already, fat girl? No wonder - this is the only exercise you've had this week, unless you count walking to the fridge. You're never going to lose any weight at this rate, you big pudgy slut. Get back on the scales and let's see if you've at least sweated off a pound or two."

She heaved herself awkwardly up, and I pushed her towards the weighing scales, her boyfriend following her with the handheld camera. She climbed on, still breathing heavily, and after a moment the number flashed up again unchanged: 92.2kg.

"Nope, turns out she's still just as fat," I said. "Stay on the scales but get down on your knees, Pilsbury dough-girl. I want to be able to see what an overweight heifer you are while I f*** that pretty face of yours." She did as she was told, and I pushed myself into her waiting mouth, her panting breath hot on my engorged head. The red digital read-out on the weighing scales fluctuated a little as she shifted her weight, then settled again. I eased myself another inch or two into her throat. "That's it, fat girl. You chubby sluts are always eager to please, aren't you? Take it all the way down". I took her by the hair and started to thrust harder down her gullet, in and out, keeping my eye on the red read-out of her prodigious weight, and enjoying how demeaning it must be for her to be used like this right on the weighing scales.

I realised I was throat-f***ing her ever faster and was dangerously close to spurting in her mouth, so I led her to the bed. "Lie down on your back Miss Piggy, I want to watch that big gut jiggle."

She obeyed, lying with her bound hands underneath her, and I admired her curves as she splayed her fat thighs for me. Her pussy was plump, smooth and pink. As I rammed myself back inside her I touched her clit with my thumb, and watched her chunky body shudder. Her doughy stomach bounced up and down as I started to get into my rhythm, and I grabbed it in one hand and spanked it with the other so that it shook and turned pink. As she wobbled and moaned beneath me, I saw her eyes stray to my left.

"I think fatty must be getting hungry again," chimed in her boyfriend. "She keeps a stash of food in this drawer..." and he handed me a packet of chocolate mini-muffins.

"Haha, muffins for a girl with one serious muffin-top," I laughed, grabbing two big handfuls of spare-tire flesh and then giving her jiggling paunch another hard spank. She gave a little squeak of pain so I silenced her with one of the muffins, cramming the whole thing straight into her mouth. Her eyes opened wide as I pushed my whole length deep inside her pussy while she half-gagged on the chocolatey treat. I started to pump her harder, sending surface ripples jiggling through her fat in addition to the bigger bouncing motion of her rotund belly. She swallowed and tried to say something - "Go slow, you're going to make m..." but I silenced her by shoving another mini-muffin into her mouth.

Her boyfriend laughed appreciatively, pushing the camcorder close to her face. "That's right - shut up, pig! Gluttonous bitches should be stuffed and f***ed, and not heard!".

"Exactly, fat girl," I agreed as she chewed away. "You'll come whenever I want you to. First, I want to show you something." I grabbed the thick auburn hair on the top of her head and pulled it towards me, raising her pretty chocolate-stained face up to look down at her plump body. "Can you even see over those big pillowy tits? Look at that huge overfed gut and how it wobbles while I pump your chubby pussy. Get a good look at all those juicy flab rolls and how they jiggle. Look how your big chunky thighs shake with every thrust. That's it, take it all in, you f***ing pig."

She was staring wide-eyed at her undulating curves, whimpering and gasping through the cake in her mouth. I let her finish it and swallow, then, still holding her head up by the hair, I ordered her: "Now tell me what you are."

Her eyes fixed on her bouncing stomach, she replied through her gasps: "I'm a fat little pig."

"Yes you are, but you can do better than that, piggy girl. Come on, describe your body to me, tell me what you want me to do to it; be creative. I'll feed you more if I like what I hear." All the time I was pounding her harder and harder, one hand pulling her auburn hair and the other gripping her lower stomach-fat tightly.

She glanced up at me with her pretty green eyes, then back down at her wobbling fat. Her hips were working, grinding her pelvis up against me to accept my full length. Her answer came between pants and squeals as I hammered her wet pussy...

"I'm nothing but a big, shameless, fat slut... I crave food all the time... it just makes me fatter and fatter... and that makes me hornier and hornier... I'm so desperate for sex... I'm just a greedy, overfed, piggy whore... the more I eat, the bigger I get, the more my fat body needs to be pleasured... my only purpose is to be fed and f***ed..." She was still going, her voice getting louder and breathier, her eyes fixated on her soft flesh as it bounced and shook wildly. "I'm just a gorging, gluttonous, insatiable pig... I'm a fat f***-doll for you to play with and abuse... use my soft fat body... I want you to squeeze my bulging belly while you f*** me... please feed me more... make me even fatter... stuff me full, stuff my mouth and my pussy... enjoy all my fat, squeeze it, shake it, spank it... make it wobble... I'm your f***pig..."

Hearing her filthy words while I pounded into her chunky jiggling body was enough for me, and I knew I was about to explode. "That's right, slut, you are my f***pig," I told her as I crammed another mini-muffin whole between her red lips. With the other hand I grabbed the big round bulge of fat below her navel, squeezed, and slid my middle two fingers deep into her belly-button.
Instantly I felt her body buck and strain, saw her eyes open wider and her head thrown back in unstoppable pleasure. Her doughy stomach heaved and bulged in my hand, and her plump firm breasts seemed to swell and rise as she arched her back. Her squeals were muffled by the sweet food in her mouth. I pushed my fingers deeper into her stomach and savoured the feeling of the abundant fat, quivering all around my knuckles and squeezed in the palm of my hand. My shaft was throbbing deep inside her pussy, and as her orgasm subsided I just managed to pull out before I came. I grabbed her soft fat stomach with both hands, squeezing it together in big rolls, and rammed myself straight into her belly-button. I was able to push maybe half my length into the deep fold, impaling her wobbling round belly with my hardness. She swallowed the muffin in her mouth and finally let out a full scream of pleasure, evidently climaxing once again as I kneaded and f***ed her overflowing fat. I lasted only a couple of seconds more and spurted her belly-button full, the hot cum jetting out over her quivering flesh.

I stood up between her splayed, quivering thighs and looked down at her as she lay there gasping feebly for air, her hands still bound behind her, her heaving fat rolls glistening with cum. Her beautiful green eyes were half-closed, her mouth stained with chocolate, her auburn locks hanging tousled across her face. Her full pink breasts rose and fell with her rapid breathing and her doughy stomach looked somehow even plumper than before.

"There's a good little f***pig," I said. "You know what? I think you still look hungry, you greedy slut." And I took the last mini-muffin from the packet and used it to wipe up the warm cum from her round gut, smearing chocolate across her flesh. When I had got almost every drop, I raised it to her face. She didn't raise her head, but opened her mouth wide and let me push it inside. "Eat up, fat girl. You like that, don't you?" And I patted her huge, gorged stomach as she chewed and swallowed.

Her boyfriend clapped slowly in mock applause. "Wow. I think the beached whale there really enjoyed that. I've never seen a guy actually f*** her stomach before - I think that might just be her new favourite thing, though...

"I bet the fat slut would like to see you again, actually," he continued thoughtfully. "Buuuuut, as you know, the premise of this whole arrangement requires that we let some other lucky chubby-chaser have a ride on this overfed, oversexed little butterball next time around. Isn't that right, piggy?"

The exhausted girl responded only with a slight moan and a flicker of her sleepy eyes. Her boyfriend turned to me. "But make sure you follow fatty's further adventures - only available at F**