Chapter 2

Now, she stood before her husband as he marched around her, inspecting her inflated middle, poking, and prodding her. She hadn’t meant to eat the entire two quart container full of beef stew, but she’d been starving herself for most of the week and had barely lost a pound.

“You’re really porking out like the fat piggy you are,” Vince said, grabbing her rolls of fat squeezed from her waistband of her tight jeans. Jenna pushed down the faint feeling of desire that surfaced in her as he continued to grab and gyrate her unyielding flesh.

“Just how fat are you planning on getting, Jenna?” Vince asked. “You’re a real plumper – blowing yourself up like a giant balloon.”

“Vince, I…” she began.

“You know,” Vince cut in, beginning to pace before her, “I’m through with this! You want to fatten up, then I’ll help you. I’ll feed you so full; you won’t be able to walk. Sit down, now.” He pushed Jenna roughly into a seat. He grabbed a long loaf of Italian bread, teaching off the end. Vince then stuffed the end fully into her mouth.

“Mmphfft...” Jenna gulped, the bread jammed firmly into her mouth.

“Now, you’ll eat every bite,” Vince said, barely giving her time to finish before pushing the whole loaf into her face.

The scene resembled some sort of depraved cartoon – Vince on one side and she on the other with the bread in between…him pushing the bread into her…crumbs covering her chest…cheeks horribly swollen …chewing…more of the bread pushed into her gaping mouth…belly swelling…feeling the back of her head pushed against the wall as she slowly devoured every bite…her head bobbing back and forth…clutching her inflating middle.

When she finished, she could only cry, “Please stop…I’m too full…”

“I’m just giving you what you want, Tubby…a good stuffing,” he growled, pulling out a container of Ben and Jerry’s ice cream, beginning to spoon it into her mouth. “Don’t you enjoy swelling so fat, darling girl? Don’t you like your big belly?”

“Too much…really stuffed…full” Jenna managed to plead between mouthfuls.

Amazingly, he stopped but instead of putting it away, he stuck it in the microwave and melted it to a liquid state. Coming behind her, he roughly tilted back her head, making her consume every drop. Jenna sat there, gripping her sore belly.

“I’m leaving you!” Jenna cried.

“Don’t’ be ridiculous. I’ll cut you off – you’ll be penniless - remember the prenupual agreement you signed,” he snapped. “I’ll take the children away from you. I’ll show the judge how much of a good for nothing you’re become – a pampered piglet. Now get your corpulence onto that treadmill, now!”

Jenna sniffled, but complied knowing her back was pushed up against the proverbial wall. He turned the treadmill up to 5.5 and had her jog, her hands clutching her swollen underbelly. As she ran huffing, puffing, and red-faced, Vince turned away from her, hiding his swelling hard-on. He half closed the door, unzipping his pants. He watched her struggle as he masturbated. Vince finally had to close the door as he climaxed, shooting loads of cumm.

He hastily cleaned up, shouted into Jenna to get off the machine, and get serous about her diet. He then picked up his cell phone, looking through the phone numbers, chose one, and pushed dial.

“Hello,” a deep masculine voice responded on the other end.

“It’s me,” Vince replied. “I require your services once again.”

“Things aren’t going as you expected?” the man asked.

“No, Sloane, I’m greatly disappointed in her lack of growth,” Vince began. “I was more than pleased when she displayed your results to me. But she has not continued your work.”

“Have you encouraged her to eat more?” Sloan questioned.

“Of course, I have,” Vince snapped. “After that first evening when it appeared she was dieting, I began to cajole her and even pushed her harder to diet – a little reverse psychology. Jenna always needed handling. She did exactly the opposite, as I suspected and started putting on weight. But she has only gone up another thirteen pounds or so.”

“You know with normal activities she won’t put on the weight as fast?” Sloane asked. “Perhaps you’re pushing her too hard.”

“No, I don’t think so,” Vince answered. “I think she actually requires a harder push – that’s where you come in. I’m transferring you to Boston. I’ve already arranged for an apartment and will pay your moving costs. I’ll give you the pay scale we had agreed upon when you preformed this service a few months ago and I will send you a bonus schedule for each – shall we say twenty pounds acquired. This, of course, is in addition to our normal salary in the company.”

Sloane just shook his head. The man was so cold. The fattening of his wife was just another business dealing for him, not the pleasurable experience if should have been.

“Will you be bringing your wife and sons with you?” Vince asked.

“Ah…no. We’re legally separated…things haven’t worked out,” Sloane explained, sadly.

“Sorry to hear that,” Vince said. He wasn’t sorry. In fact, he was elated. This way Jenna would have Sloane’s undivided attentions. “So, how soon could you get here?”

“Oh, I’d say early next week. I just have to tie up a few loose ends here,” Sloane replied. “Has it ever entered your mind that perhaps she doesn’t wish to gain anymore weight?”

Vince chuckled. “Her desires are immaterial. She’s my wife and I desire her to be an immensely plump one at that. I want you to make sure this happens. I’ll be moving around my schedule so I won’t be at home much. Take her out. Do whatever you deem necessary to ensure the final outcome. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” Sloane answered and hung up.

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