Chapter Two - The Second Year (page 2)

As she did her hair, I tried to find a dress in her current size. She had grown so much, so fast that I could barely keep her clothed, which she didn’t really mind. She had burst several dresses in the past year with her gluttony. Her body swelled fatter and fatter constantly, which kept her seams straining and her buttons popping. Soon it would become a challenge even to find anything in her size. I pulled out the biggest dress I could find, something I had bought her a month ago. We had bought it several sizes up, because we both knew how much my piglet loved to stuff herself. When I brought it to her in the bathroom, she was admiring herself in the panoramic mirrors.

“Oh il mio dio, I have become so fat!” she said to me, her grin as playful and sexy as ever.

“Mmmm, you’re right princess, you have really gotten fat. And we’re going to make you so much bigger yet…”

She coyly approached me and pushed me back against the wall with just the fat of her enormous potbelly. “I can’t wait, baby…I want to grow until I’m the fattest piglet in the world.” Then she practically dove in for a kiss, and I was battered by a lustful tongue and the feeling of many delightful pounds of soft flesh pressing against me. I couldn’t have moved, and I wouldn’t have wanted to anyway.

I presented her with her dress, and she eyed it doubtfully. “Mi amore, I think that dress may be a bit tight on your piglet…she has grown so round!” She giggled, and jiggled, and I smiled.

“Don’t worry, piglet….you’ll soon burst it, and then we can buy you an even bigger one.”

She smirked and took it from me. I helped her into it, and it was clear that she was right – this was going to be a tight fit. It was the type of dress that zipped up the back, and without me attempting to close it there were several inches of gap between the sides. Her ass was practically crammed into the dress – it was already so tight there that the seam could be heard audibly straining over her fat buttcrack.

“Val, I’m going to need you to suck in if you can,” I told her.

She did, and her belly only barely shrank. I could tell that the donuts were probably packed into a tight ball of fattening dough and sugar in her tummy. I lustfully thought of how it would affect her, and then had to shake myself to return to the matter at hand. God, she was such a sexy fat goddess. I pulled with all my might, and the sides of the dress moved closer. She reached behind her in futility to close the zipper, but she hadn’t been able to get her fat arms back there in months. Instead, I had her hold the dress on the sides so it wouldn’t return to its normal position, and after about 15 minutes of my best efforts, we finally got the zipper past the fattest part of her body (behind where her enormous gut was), and up over the rest of her.

Now that the dress was on, she sashayed around a bit in it to test it out. The seams could be heard straining all over, and her deep piglet bellybutton was visible as a flattened section in the otherwise dome-shaped front of the dress. She oinked at me sexily as my eyes were glued to her rotund body.

“Your piglet is all dressed up, mi amore. She can barely fit in her biggest dress now!”

I loved her so much, and told her so. “You’ve become so fat, my piglet, and tonight we will celebrate our time together and dream of all the growth to come…and you will eat more than you have ever eaten before, until you burst out of your dress.”

Her face flushed, and she said simply, “Oh mio…”