Chapter 6

I've always wanted to be fat," he blurted out, "really fat, and since I've met you, I've gained ten pounds. It took me seven years to gain the first ten, and you did it in less than a month."

She came close to him and put one hand lovingly on his belly.

"Really?" she said. "I did this?"

"Yes, you did. Please don't stop."

A change came over her face, a look he'd never seen before, as if someone had given her a rare and precious gift.

She patted his little belly possesively.

"I'm going to make you my fat little piggy," she breathed. "You're going to learn how to obey a mistress, how to please her, when to be strong and when to break. I promise, I'll never hurt you. Not in the ways that matter."

"Please..." he murmered.

She stepped back.

"Strip, piggy," she said. "Then get down on all fours on the floor."

She walked out of the room without looking back to see if he was obeying. He took off his clothes and knelt down on the rug. Though it was a cold winter day outside, it wasn't unpleasant in Kat's house. he still shivered as he wait.

What have I gotten myself into?

Kat returned, carrying a black forest cake, layers of chocolate cake coved in whipped cream and cherries. She set the entire thing on the floor in front of him.

"Eat, piggy," she said. "And no using your hands."

He put his face into the cake and started chewing. Cream and cherries and cake crumbs filled his vision. He could feel Kat touching him with some implement he didn't recognize, tracing the contours of his body. She lingered on the small swell of his belly, hanging free. He ate and ate. It was only when he paused in his mastication that he learned what she held. He felt the sharp sting of a riding crop across his buttocks.

"Mistress didn't tell you to stop, did she, piggy?"

He shook his head.

"Then eat."

The feeling of being out of control was intense. Everything he did was Kat's doing, he realized. He finished the plate and licked it clean, not daring to look up at her.

"Good piggy," she said gently, one hand caressing the back of his neck. "Piggy deserves a reward."

He heard a rustle and her skirt fell to the floor in front of him. Her panties followed. They weren't black, like he might have expected, but pink. With strawberries on.

She guided him to the sofa, sat before him legs spread.

"Piggy likes to eat," she said. "Learn to taste this feast."

He leaned in, breathing in her scent. She smelled wild and rough, like the beach. She was already wet. He tentatively touched her with his tongue. She called out instructions as he moved, grasping her thighs, growing more sure as he continued. He licked, sucked, nibbled and nipped, until she began shaking uncontrollably, screaming as she orgasmed. He strated to pull away, but she laced her hands in his hair, pushing him back down, until she came a second and third time. Then she pulled him up, gasping, "Now."

She straddled him on the couch, kissing him passionately, on the mouth, the neck, the face. Her nails rasped down his back. He was completely hard. She reached a hand down and guided his cock between the lips of her vulva. They both moaned.

She was so unbelievably hot, wet and tight. He'd never experienced anything like it. He lay back as she rocked her hips, riding him. She spasmed again, letting out a shriek. He couldn't hold back any longer... pleasure swallowed him up.

Afterwards, they lay tangled together on the couch. If there were tears in his eyes, she didn't mention them. She just stoked his body gently, murmuring about how brave he was, how good.