Chapter 3 - in the trap

Big Mama took me by the hand and walked behind the counter to the kitchen. This place is a definite grease trap: the floor was slick and covered with crumbs, everything looked dirty and sticky to the touch. Why was I here? Everything about me should be repulsed by such a place. Have I really lowered myself to this level? Have I....

The smell of food hit me like a brick to the face, stopping all thought processes in my brain. My pupils started to dilate and I could feel a familiar heat between my legs. This was it, what I had been waiting for all day. The love of my life, the only thing I truly needed. The food that was slowly destroying me, but making me so much better.

I looked down at the previously open area on the floor. Every inch of it had been covered with food. Fried chicken, mac & cheese, ribs, pulled pork, sweet potatoes covered in marshmallows, mash potatoes swimming in gravy, biscuits with honey, collard greens, a couple pitchers filled with barbecue sauce, and the many pitchers filled with beer. I could feel my skin tingle as I drew closer to the feast laid out before me.

I tried to move forward, but I couldn't. I was being held back by Big Mama. I tried to wriggle my wrist free from her clutches, but I was far too weak to accomplish such a task. She was so much bigger than me, stronger than me. She could dominate me anyway she wanted to and I would be completely helpless. The thought of this made me audibly moan. This mountain of a woman had complete and utter control over me, and I loved it.

After my pitiful attempt at a fight, she said, "Don't be so eager dearie. You'll get ya food in good time. I just want to admire my handiwork a bit before you get started". She pulled me closer to her and spun me around like a dancer so she could get a panoramic view of my softening form. She poked and prodded at my belly, picking it up in her hands and letting it drop back down against the waistband of my skirt. "My, my, my. You're turning into quite the little porker, aren't you piglet?" I bit my lip, I loved hearing her talk about my body. Hearing her chastise and critique me like one of the nuns from preparatory school. I liked being her naughty little fatty. I liked it when she called me a pig.

She slid her finger down the length of my hip and thigh. "Now we don't need this, do we piggy?", she said as she started unzipping the side of my skirt. I could feel the excess flesh from my thickened haunch fill the empty space between the teeth of the zipper. It was a miracle that I was able to fit myself into this outfit earlier today. It would be an even greater miracle if I could fit into it tomorrow, yet alone anything else in my closet. I should really shop for bigger clothes, but what's the point? At this rate, I'm just going to outgrow them anyway. What I would give to just stay in this disgusting little restaurant all day, naked, endlessly stuffing pounds of food into my gob while Big Mama had her way with me. Anything. I would give anything.

She slowly tugged my skirt down over my thighs and newly-developed saddlebags, leaving me with nothing more than my dampened panties to provide decency for my lower half; even though there was nothing decent about this situation. My a** swallowed up the back of my underwear, making it look like I had on a thong. I had been dealing with a serious wedgie all day, constantly having to pick my drawers out from between my butt cheeks. I'm sure someone must've noticed me doing it at work, despite my efforts to remain inconspicuous. Is it bad that I wished someone had seen it? That I wish they recorded it and showed the video to all their friends?

Big Mama continued to rub the broad side of my thighs, making my mouth quiver. She noticed the wet spot currently making a mess of my panties. "Looks like somebody's a little excited". I was. "You must really want this food". I did. I slowly nodded my head in agreement. She smiled, clearly enjoying how domesticated I was. She moved her fingers toward my inner thigh. I was squirming, dying with anticipation. Slowly crawling them up like the Itsy Bitsy Spider going up the waterspout. She reached my crotch and quickly brushed her hand against it, eliciting a not-so-subtle cry from my lips. She slipped her fingers into my panties. My eyes were closed, praying that she'd keep going.

But my prayers weren't answered. She wrapped her fingers around the bottom and yanked my underwear down. The abruptness made me jump, causing my whole body to jiggle ferociously. When my panties hit the ground, she put a finger to my lips
(the same one she used to pull my panties off) and sensually said "You gotta earn that suga. Now get to eatin' my little piglet."