Chapter 2 - setbacks

"Damnit damnit damnit!" Catherine cursed as she stormed into the crate gazing at fattened charge. She was not having a good day. "One flight back and they've already cancelled my plans. 'but Devon has provided an exquisite-' Devon needs to keep his appetite in check. I swear the man has no concept if schedule sometimes. 'extremely last minute, we need you to prepare right away." She sighed placing her well manicured nails on her round preys bloated form.

"Oh don't worry, I'm not mad at you, my delicious hunk of meat" she teased, putting her thumb in his cavernous navel and shaking it around. Listening to a moan from around the tube "Its just that with your... Select regimen you would have been perfect for this next month." She huffed giving the tummy a playful smack and watching the mound of flesh wobble. "But thanks to 'Mr slaughterhapply' theyre going to have enough meat for a this meeting, meaning my plans will be delayed."

She sighed, remembering the last meeting. A large christmas ham, glazed and full. Spicy and tender. That piggy fattened so well that every part of her jiggled... All while they toasted to their meal as they wished each other luck in the new year.

She remembered looking out to the high rise where they were making the preparations to the New Years eve party, the confetti being loaded into cannons, the ballons being inflated and the ball they would explode at the countdow-

She smirked, no grinned wickley as she glanced at her massively marbled creation. Over a quarter ton of marbled meat. Massaged and filled with pure ingridents to ensure flavor. Kept immobile to preserve texture. Her mind imagining him bloating up with layers of fat his skin becoming thin and coated in stretchmarks as a countdown played in the back of her head.
5... 4.... 3... 2... *Pop*
Happy new year!

Gingerly she began to crank up the machines output and lift off the blindfold and hypnotizing feed on her plump preys eyes. His mind still drifing in an obedient trance from the drugs and conditioning.

"Piggy." She addressed, her voice low and sensual "do you obey?"

There was a grunt and snort as the lazy thing barely nodded its head. Causing its meaty chins to wobble. "Good. I WANT you to UNDERSTAND these WORDS."

Another nod, and a snort, his eyes were distant yet fixed on hers.

"YOU are FAT. Destined to BECOME the BIGGEST FATTY. You LOVE being PUMPED FULL to BURSTING. It EXCITES you, it AROUSES you" another snort as the fatty jiggled his hips thrusting upwards into his own obese body

"That's right piggy, now we change our plans" her hand traced down underneath his pudgy round gut and between his thick thighs. Her hand gripping his inflated pubic roll as he let out a moan when her hand rubbed up against his half burried shaft.

"PIGGY" she commanded as she began to stroke him, turning up the pressure on his feeding pumps and tubes, "You're going to POP for me. Not now," she teased easing up on him "its too soon, no you're going to BURST next New Years eve, and as a taste of what its like..." She kept her eye on the gauges and readouts she had attached to him. Making sure every bit of him was ready to blow as she tended to his throbbing erection.

There teetering on the edge of a belly ready to split, she oiled up her hand and resumed milking him.

"You LOVE this. You WANT this." She taunted as she gripped and massaged him. 'You're going to be the FATTEST hog ever to grace my grill. SO let's see how well you P- OH!"

Thick gooey ropes shot out as he grunted in pleasure. Catherine just sniffed her hand and gave it a lick as her prey faded back into a stupor.

"Shame piggy, you would have been perfect for Holiday ham. Now you're going to be my New Years Blimp"