Chapter 2 - the contest cont

The brunette moves her finger faster. You edge closer to orgasm. " Yes, you big fat lard ass, lick up every last bit, we're going to get you so full you can't ***ing move; so fat you can barely walk." Strange hands begin to grope you, pinching and squeezing your huge rolls of pig-fat. Anonymous voices barked insults as you were pinched, patted, slapped and jiggled:
-That's right you obese hog, eat.
-Look at that fat ***ing cow, she's huge.
-Shovel it in piggy, win that prize for your master.
-God, I can see her ass widening right now.
-Oh dear, she's fattening up like a Christmas turkey.
Your cheeks stretch with food, a strange hand enters the trough and stuffs even more into you. Your throat strains - gulp, gulp, gulp. Your belly sags under the weight of your gluttony, wobble, wobble, wobble.
-She's a fat ***ing blimp
-A cow.
-a hog.
-a FAT PIG.
-a huge greedy hippo.
-My, how she can gobble!
-Look at that blubbery ***-pig EAT.
-Feed that gut, pig.
-Feed that gut, lazy ***!

This last comment was too much, waves of orgasm flood your body. Your pig-blubber wobbles and shakes as orgasms crashthrough you. Warmth spreads from your belly out through your soft body. You're there, bent over, clutching the table edge, panting and shuddering. The brunette gently slides her finger out. The redhead releases hold of your tummy. Your face is smeared with pink and yellow frosting; your cheeks are flushed with orgasm and embarassment .
A bell rings in the distance.
Your master pulls lightly at the leash. "It's time to hear the results, pig," he says. And leads you back the way you came.
The crowd gasps when you waddled out. Your hog belly bulges round and tight, your face is still smeared with frosting and crumbs. "She's sure to win, I mean, good lord, look at the size of her now," one says. "She looks like she's going to pop," laughs his wife loudly. You stand at the stage waiting: bloated, dazed and glassy eyed, leaning slightly back to counter the heavy, swollen curve of your overfed belly. The announcer announces.
Your head swims with sugar and sex, you hear your name as if from a distance. The crowd cheers. As the announcer pins the blue ribbon to your collar, he gives your distended belly a hard congratulatory pat. "BUUURRPPP!!!," was all you could reply.