Chapter 2

And Vivian did what she talked about, she wouldn’t make empty promises: The next 2 weeks I got pumped up 4 times a day like a water balloon, always finished completely filled up and hardly able to walk. After 10 days my belly had developed so far that tying me to my chair wasn’t necessary anymore, walking had become a story of days gone by! I tried to reach my penis, much to the amusement of Vivian, but discovered that even this wasn’t possible anymore. On the 14. day Vivian declared me for finished! She looked at me with a naughty smile, obviously enjoying what she had achieved so far, poking and patting my huge belly.

What did she see? Well, me sitting on a chair and my belly, believe it or not, was laying on the floor in front of me, fat, full and round, a big egg-shaped pile of flesh. It easily reached out 1,5 metres in each direction, maybe even 2 metres. Compared to my gut the rest of my body stayed quite normal, it put on some pounds here and there, of course, but really not a lot. Especially my arms and legs became thin and weak.

I tried to get up, but fell on my belly immediately. Vivian laughed while I was on my knees, hugging my belly without being able to move it an inch.

“You’re such a wonderful piggy! And You’re in perfect shape, so we can stop this pumping-up and go back to Your delicious favourites, what do You think?”

“That would be nice, Vivian, but could You help me getting back onto my chair, please.”

“We don’t need to do that, let’s go over to my bedroom, I’d like to play with You – oh no, there’s no walking anymore. I nearly forgot to introduce You to Your new companion. Wait a second!”

She came back and brought – a wheelbarrow, or something like it. The barrow itself was not as high as on a normal wheelbarrow, so it could easily be loaded with huge freight (guess what), and there was a big cushin attached to it. She heaved my gut on this wheelbelly and I took the handles, ready to push for playing, but Vivian stopped me:

“Wait, don’t rush away! Now that You’re mobile again I don’t want You to go wherever You may like!” So she tied a string to my stiff cock which she used as a rein, pulling my penis and guiding me around:

“Come on, piggy, let’s go, follow me! That’s a good piggy, come on, follow your penis!”

She never became tired of inventing these games!

In her bedroom we had a romantic night: With her wet fanny She delivered pieces of chocolate into my mouth, kneeling over me while I was laying on my back. When I had finished a whole bar she fucked me and we really enjoyed each other.

The next morning I had breakfast in bed, I sat nearly upright, well prepared on several cushins, while Vivian sat on top of my belly and fed me. She loved to feel me getting full. She explained that it’s the first time now my food is prepared with the new hormones, so we soon should find out! And indeed, after 2 weeks I noticed that my balls began to grow and so did my penis. Vivian was very keen how I was developing, so she measured my dick and weighed my balls every day – being very happy about the results:

“Wow, You really started growing! You’ll be my cow for sure!”

But she stopped fucking me! I still licked her wet pussy all around the day, of course, to keep my mistress satisfied, but she didn’t relief me anymore, whatever I begged for! And I couldn’t help myself…

“No, my sweet mooh-mooh-cow, I can’t let You cum now! We don’t want to risk interrupting Your growth! Let’s just store Your sperm for the big day when You’ll be ready to be milked!!”