chapter 2

It only took the old woman a few minutes to wave down a vacant taxi. Hobbling to the door, she opened it and turned to Delly, a mischievous grin on her face.

"After you, my dear," she said, with a sweep of her bony arm.

Warily, Delly walked over and entered the car. Well, her head and shoulders entered, that is; the rest of the fat girl was blocked by the gluttonous gut jammed inside the door, its many rolls bunched up against the sides, preventing her from getting all the way into the taxi.

No matter how hard Delly strained, there was no budging that mound of flesh. Her backside, raised temptingly in the air, quivered due to the exertion, much to the old woman's pleasure.

"Need some help there, Porky?" she snickered, eyes following every bounce and jiggle.

Delly panted. "Huff....yes....can't fit...."

The driver merely watched with a raised brow. He made no offer of assistance.

The old woman stood behind Delly, though she didn't do anything to help, not yet. She wanted to enjoy the show a little longer, and cause the overly plump girl some more humiliation.

Sensing the old woman standing right behind herâeuro"sending a chill down her well-padded spineâeuro"but doing nothing irritated Delly.

"Are you gonna help or not?"

The old woman placed a hand on her back, and watched with fascination (and hunger) at the way her thin hand sunk into the creamy light pink skin; the skin of a pig.

"You want my help, Porky, you must do something for me first," she told her.

"What?" Delly groaned.

A sinister smile was on the old woman's face. "Oink."

"......excuse me?"

"I want you to oink for me, fat girl, and then I'll find a way to pack all this pork into the car."

"You....you can't be serious?"

"I am quite serious. Now unless you want to continue making a spectacle of yourself, you'll start oinking."

Red-faced, Delly glanced at the driver, who didn't look particularly interested in the situation, but he wasn't looking away either.

This had to be the most humiliating day of her life. She swallowed, shut her eyes, and let out a soft, "Oink...."

"Couldn't hear you, Porky," the old woman called, fingering Delly's back fat.

Delly gritted her teeth and muttered, "Oink."

"Still not loud enough. If you won't be a good piggy then just kiss those cookies goodbye."

The sheer panic at the thought of not getting her precious cookies immediately overrode any embarrassment.

"Oink! Oink oink oink!" Delly shouted, not caring who else heard, as long as the old woman became satisfied and helped her get those cookies.

The old woman beamed as Delly continued to, literally, make a pig of herself in public. This was the best day of her life.

"Keep going, piggy," she ordered, and Delly complied.

"Oink, oink, oink, oink! Oink oink! Oink! Oink!" Each vehement oink was accompanied by vigorous movement from the stuck fatty, which caused all of her visible girth to quake.

The old woman's smile grew wider while she gazed down at all the mouth-watering fat jiggling away. One roll in particular looked so positively succulent that she couldn't stop herself from grabbing hold and pinching hard.

"Oinkâeuro"OINK!" Delly howled at the unexpected pain.

The old woman, looking extremely pleased, patted Delly appreciatively on the back.

"That was wonderful, Porky, I think you're ready for the barnyard. Now, time for me to uphold my end of the deal..."