Chapter 8 - day 85

Haley's cheeks wobbled as her plump lips practically made out with the slice of cake as she bit into it deeper and deeper, not stopping to chew until it was all in her mouth or moving down her throat. She wrapped her fat fingers around another slice and brought it to her mouth.

"Mmm," Haley moaned, taking two more large bites before she had to chew what she had already eaten. She paused for a moment and tensed up. Half the cake in her hand, half of it in her mouth, she grimaced slightly and farted. It flowed from her, humming from her lower cheeks, muffled by her bulk. She grunted as she pushed the last of it out. The invisible cloud of dense gas rose up around her, surrounding her, embracing her. She farted again and relished the sensation of pleasure fluttering through her stomach and pelvis.

Sitting on the side of the bed, Haley was a series of rolling hills of flesh. She resembled an enormous rounded ball surrounded by smaller pillowy orbs. Her full, fat cheeks were clearly defined by their rounded edges at the corners of her pouty lips. The rest of her fat face was nestled in her second chin, sitting atop the horizon of her broad, rounded shoulders. Her head would sink deeper into her shoulders ever so slightly sometimes when she really had to help guide some stronger winds out.

Finishing the cake, she farted again, patting her domed stomach as a reward for holding everything she had forced into it. She petted her fat beanbag belly and gently rubbed it, aiding the digestion.

After a rap at the door, it opened and The Madame entered. She immediately winced and began to playfully fan her grinning face. "My, my, my, someone's been a good piggy!" The Madame sang.

Haley blushed and continued rubbing herself to calm her nerves.

The Madame walked over to the decimated breakfast cart and kicked the lock on the wheels to roll it out. "You did so well! I'm proud of you!" she said as she moved the cart aside.

"So good," Haley moaned. She pushed on her belly and squinted as another fart exploded from beneath her. She sighed as it faded out and elaborated: "It feels so good to fart."

"I gotta say, Fatso: I've never met a piggy that enjoyed the gassy side of gaining as much as you do," The Madame observed.

Haley smiled, pushing out another roaring fart and gasping a bit afterwards before fanning herself from the exertion. "It's just so..." she farted again, "...orgasmic. It's like cumming out of your butt."

The Madame giggled to herself at how adorable Haley was. She had taken to the lazy, gluttonous lifestyle quite early on and by this point her brain had simplified and done away with concern for the typical complexities of life. Now, Haley was singularly focused on one thing: "Can I have some more? I'm so hungry."

The Madame gave the look of a parent or a boss when they have a direct order they do not want to give. "I'm afraid not," she finally said.

"Please, Moira," Haley moaned. Her stomach groaned in support, growling at The Madame to give in to Haley's wishes. "Breakfast was so small, I haven't had enough. I don't feel full," Haley complained, rubbing the sides of her belly to help it relax.

"Sweetie, there was a time where a single stack of pancakes left you clutching your middle, writhing and groaning from the swelling pressure. Now look at you..."

Haley farted again, exacerbating the issue by making her feel even less full and more hungry; especially once the aroma of her most recent meal drifted into her nose and reignited her appetite. "Mmm, just let me eat so I can fart more. It feels so good."

"I wish I could, but we have a guest coming today!" The Madame announced.

Haley's heart sank. It had been weeks since she had been around anyone but The Madame or her Maids. She had completely forgotten about the world outside her personal hog heaven. She pressed on the top of her belly as if she thought, even for a nanosecond, that she could hide it at a moment's notice; reduce her size. Her anxiety wringed her stomach, squeezing out another fart, but immediately easing its grip.

"And you're going to have to get a handle on that," The Madame said, fanning her nose.

"Are you serious?" Haley asked, incredulous. "Look at me!" She grabbed her belly and shook it, causing it to wobble a while after she stopped. "Do I look like I can go ten minutes without fa..." another groan of gas rumbled from beneath her, "...aarting?"

The Madame cocked an eyebrow. She noticed Haley was getting a bit feisty after all this time. Seems she was developing a backbone along with hundreds of pounds of fat. What's the expression? 'Too big for her britches.'

"I think I have an idea. Can you stand up?" Moira asked, holding out a hand.