chapter 6 --- i awoke late the next day

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I awoke late the next day, drooling into my pillow, and rolled onto my back with difficulty. Hearing my awakening, you walked in, looking chipper as ever and with a laden breakfast tray---strawberries with whipped cream (and chocolate chips), buttered oatmeal. You laid that the tray on my belly with a "Good morning!" "Thank you, you're so sweet." I shifted and tried to pull myself up, but you stopped me as the plates and cups started to clatter--there was no room left below the tray, I took up all that space. I could barely move, for fear of spilling food everywhere. I was trapped. You saw the problem immediately and gave it a quick, consoling pat: "I know this is hard, but don't you think it's better this way? You seem so much happier and healthier. Here, let me help you." You curled up next to me and began spooning fruit and oats into my open mouth, kissing the drips of butter away from my lips.

I felt my heart racing, the fat and sugar gathering inside of me. You started to rub the soft regions of my underbelly. I felt drowsy again and drifted off while nuzzling your shoulder. I awoke with a start and glanced at the clock, "Oh, shit, I'm going to be late, I need t---." I stopped. In that moment, you swiftly moved your hand down to my hips, my thighs, between my legs and started a gentle back and forth motion. "Oh no, you can't go," you whispered. "Not while the fridge is still full---I thought you were a good little pig?" I started to say something, but you moved faster, and my breath caught in my throat, a wave of sensation silencing me.

You pressed yourself against me, holding me down, almost painfully, as I began to shake. You stopped for a moment and I heard you say, in wonder: "There's so much of you now..." The sound of your hushed voice alone nearly threw me over the edge. You lowered yourself onto me again. I could barely see you over the now-prominent plateau of my belly, but I felt the warmth of your tongue circling. The pressure inside of me grew, hardening to a single point and pulling the rest of my body taut. Faster and faster, I blinked, straining, and collapsed, knocking the tray of dishes and crumbs onto the floor.

You cuddled up, gently rocking me so I could feel myself wobbling slightly. I tried to catch my breath, and you hugged me, squeezing me, your hands sinking into me. "I like you so much, my little pig. I just want there to be more of you---if you let me, I promise you won't ever have to leave this bed." I tried to sit up, but I couldn't quite manage it. Whatever was left of my ab muscles screamed in protest, and I gave up. Looking down at me curled; covered in crumbs; and spilling out of your lap, you grinned wickedly and whispered in my ear, "Awww, I knew it, piggy. You're not going anywhere." I only grunted in reply.

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