Champagne

chapter one

"Mmmmmmmmm", I moan, my lips trailing from his own lips, down his neck, his chest, to his belly. His costume from the costume ball is abandoned on the floor. He went as a magic toad. I laugh. He didn't go as Prince Charming, or a Knight in shining armor, and I know why. He doesn't see himself that way.

"Where am I?" he asks.

"Wonderland", I answer. "Another drink?"

"I think I've had enough, I feel..."

"Funny?' I ask, and laugh.

"Kind of. What's with the lights?"

"The lights" are really a chandelier over my bed, the lights on in the room reflecting off each tiny crystal in a million directions.

The mickey I'd slipped in his champagne was doing wonders. He was completely under my power.

"I just had a little champagne....", he says, "I've never had this happen before..."

"Tiny bubbles", I start to sing.

He laughs.

"Who are you?" he asks.

"The love of your life", I say.

"And where are we really?"

"Wherever you want to be, baby", I answer.

"No really..."

"My apartment", I tell him. It's true. He's really just lying on my bed, but where he is in his mind, only he knows.

I get up , and bring in a pitcher of weight gain shakes I had prepared ahead of time and left in the frig. Not one, not two, there's many in there.

I pour him a glass, and bring the straw to his lips.

"What is this?"

"A drink. Ice cream, champagne..."

He tries it. "Delicious. What will it do to me?"

"It will have wonderful healthful effects", I say.

"You're beautiful", he says.

"Do you think it's possible? To just disappear one night into a realm of the imagination and never come back? To find the one you're meant to be with...and just be happy forever?" I'm really talking to myself, but he doesn't notice. "Thank you."

"Yes", he says, shocking me soundly. "I think I walked into the wrong room at that party, and now I'm in another world. Maybe it was the right room. You keep looking at my belly. You keep kissing it. Do you think I'm chubby?"

"My sweet angel", I smile, "You bypassed chubby ages ago." There are no less than 260 pounds on that frame, and he's no taller than me really, maybe an inch, and I'm 5'8. If I have anything to say about it, it will be more by morning. "Do you like to eat? Would you like to stop worrying about your weight, worrying that any girl you date is going to hate your size and give you trouble for it? Pester you to diet constantly? That is if you can even find a date?" I ask.

"You're so mean!" he cries out, completely drunk. I kiss said belly.

"No, baby, no, I'm not mean, I'm complimenting you. You're gorgeous. You're perfect. You're the man of my dreams", I say. "I want to know if you'd like to let all that worry go forever, and be mine? I will encourage you to be relaxed and happy and to eat as much as you like, as much as you can, and grow fatter because we both get pleasure from it. I'll feed you. Interested?"

"Really?"
He stares at me.

"I want to make you rounder, my sweet butterball", I say, and cover his belly with kisses, "I want you to be my piggy. Please say you will."

"Your piggy?" He hiccups.

"Yes, my piggy, spoiled rotten. Completely submissive."

"Submissive?! You think you can force me..."

"No, stop there. Clearly I can't force you, you're bigger and stronger than I. Force has nothing to do with it. Consent is everything. Submission starts in the mind, sweetheart. You'll want to please me. Soon you'll beg for it. You'll feel safe and happy and not worried. Do you understand?"

"Pigs are animals. Will you force me to eat on all fours?" he asks. I'll never doubt my intuition again. He's into it. Big time. Whether he's fully aware of it or not. He's perfect.

"Yes, sometimes."

"Will you feed me until I'm an 800 pound hog?"

"I might."

"Jesus H. Christ, where am I?" he asks, rubbing his face. "I'm drunk. Am I asleep, am I dreaming?"

"No, but it could be like one. Can I keep you?" I ask. "Keep drinking."

He does so without thinking.

"Are you drunk, baby?" I ask.

"Yeah", he whines.

"Are you fat?"

"I am", he sounds so sad.

"Do you want to be mine?"

"I think...I think I do."

"Do you want to cum?"

"Yeah."

"G ood boy."

"You're beautiful", he says again.

Despite all the booze and drugs, he's hard as a rock.

"Be my piggy", I say.

"No." He grins, he's taunting me.

"You don't want to be my piggy?"

"Nooooo", he whispers, and throws his head back.

"Let me see you." I strip his clothes off.

"Are you inspecting me?" he asks.

"Like a farm animal. You have a large round belly that promises to only get bigger, thick thighs, and a ***. I'm well pleased", I hiss, and pull him into a kiss.

I pull down his underwear. "I have to inspect your cock."

He hardens under my perusal.

"Beautiful, big, thick..."

"Oh God", he moans.

"If you want to be my piggy, you'll oink...just relax, let it go."

"I won't, I won't, I...oink, oink, oink..." He came hard, spilling himself on my sheets.

"Oh God", he moans, "Who are you?"

"The big bad wolf." I push him flat on the bed and straddle him.
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Built4com4t 6 years
Fun to read and reread
FrecherTyp 8 years
hehe the big bad wolf ;-)
(and is your house bigger on the inside ?^^)

a hot story ;-)
Ateitall 8 years
Big bad wolf?
My house is made of brick, huff and puff...blow away! Oink oink oink!
Junepearl 9 years
Awww, thanks.
Growingbellyboy 9 years
Loved it! I love these type of fantasies! You always write so well, you're definitely my favorite author on ff.
Junepearl 9 years
Oops, somebody was offended. No idea why. I would not purport to drug someone in reality, folks, it's a story.
Junepearl 9 years
smiley
Built4com4t 9 years
yum, my kind of fairy tale. what a fun read.
Junepearl 9 years
Awww, thanks.