Chapter 4 - is piggy ashamed of herself?

"It feels so good, I can't stop rubbing myself." You look at the cheesecake, then reach out for more of its sweet calorie-laden temptations. "And I can't stop eating."

I won't let you stop, my little pudgy piggy. Eat for me, and you will experience pleasures you have only dreamed of.

Your hand moves under your belly where you are nice and soft.

"Oink," you grunt. "Oink."

My obedient piggy, I love you so, I will spoil you into a never-ending orgasm of obesity.

Your hand moves between your legs, rubbing softly at first, then more firmly and rhythmically. You feel goodness through the stretched fabric of your jeans.

Then, you stop and blush, looking about you in a bit of shock.

"Oh no," you say. "My friends are coming soon, and I'm so stuffed and bloated . . . and horny." You chuckle nervously to yourself.

Imagine them coming in and finding you here like this, Dumpling. Cookie crumbs covering your belly, cheesecake smeared across your lips, lying back and moaning in pleasure as you eat and caress your protruding gut.

You start to feel embarrassed, but then this vision captivates you. You moan in pleasure, and you start eating and rubbing your belly again.

"But they will see me here like this, my secret desires . . . "

What a great big fat secret to have, deary. Your friends will see how happy you are. Such pleasure in eating and growing into a beautiful piggy.

"I need to stop. So good, so good. I need to stop."

No, Dumpling, don't. Give in to your deepest desires. There is no turning back now.

"But this is so bad for me to do."

No, you are wrong. It is a good thing, chubby girl. You are letting go of all notions that fat is bad or ugly. Even if fat were a bad thing, you can't stop anyway. You want to be a piglet, so now you will not stop eating until you get as big as a hog.

I release a devilish laugh inside your head.

"So good, so good, I never felt so horny." You writhe about on the bed in a fit of pleasure.

Go ahead, Dumpling. Relieve yourself. It's okay. No one is here but you and I. Free your soul and your body from all constraints.

Your pants are so tight, you have some trouble unbuttoning them and peeling them off your thick thighs, but soon, you are in your panties and nothing else.

"I may not be able to get those pants on again anytime soon."

Or ever again, Dumpling. It's okay. You can always get new clothes.

Your belly pokes out so soft and sensuously, stretching your panties waistband. You look at yourself, and your fingers do a quick assessment of every crease and fat roll.

"Ooooh, this is so tempting. I have never felt like this before."

You dip your right fingers into the cheesecake while dipping your left fingers into your panties. What wondrous joy is ahead of you!

"I can't stop now even if I wanted to. It's all too good, the chocolate, the bloating, my fingers upon my belly, these love handles starting to flop over the top of my panties. It's all so good."

Go ahead, Dumpling. Release your pleasures. Let them all out.

Your heart is being very fast. Your breathing becomes quicker. Catching your breath is hard and difficult now. Your stomach is going to turn all that food into flab, adding to your beauty and your weight. You are going to be so heavy now that you have started this journey.

"What a glutton I am! And so hungry and horny all at the same time."

It feels so good, doesn't it, Dumpling?

Your fingers move swiftly now to feed yourself -- and to pleasure yourself.

"I am getting so juicy inside," you whimper and shiver. "And my belly seems like a balloon blowing up."

It is not wrong to do this. How could such joy ever be wrong, Dumpling?

You moan and groan loudly, closing your eyes and shuddering, your whole body shaking, the fat jiggling across you in small waves.

"I want to eat more. I want more. Oh, I have never felt anything like this before. My appetite and horniness are too great." You savor the last few bites of cheesecake, enjoying it all the more because it is nearly gone.

Just then, there is a noise at the door to your house. Your friends are here. What will they think, Dumpling, when they see you like this? What will they think of such a piggy? Maybe you will try to speak, but can only grunt or snort or oink at them.

This notion brings you to climax.

"Ohhhhhhh," you try to be quiet as an orgasm blasts through your chubby body. You convulse in pleasure as you swallow your last bite of cheesecake.

What a good piglet you are, Dumpling! I wanted you to eat it all, and you did. Good girl! Or should I say, bad girl! I laugh wickedly inside your skull.

"I can't believe I let myself do this," you moan a bit regretfully as you quickly reach for a big shirt to cover yourself before your friends knock on the door.

Oh, you did not do this alone, big girl.

You hear your friends coming into your house, talking loudly. They are in the living room now, coming down the hallway, approaching your door. You sweep crumbs off the bed, embarrassed and blushing over being caught doing something so, so wrong.

A knock at the door. You try to speak, but I drown out your words for a few seconds.

I will be back later, Dumpling. Oh the fun we will have then!

Finally, you say, "Uh, come in," as you pull a quilt over your beautiful bloated body. You seem so ashamed of what you have done - and of enjoying it so much.

Don't forget, Dumpling. I am here with you always.

And neither you nor your conscience can drown out my voice again. Ever.

The End (of our story, but only the beginning of her temptations)