chapter 3

"Finally," Delly muttered, glad to be finished with that embarrassing display.

The old woman started rummaging around in her purse for some lotion, when a sudden and delicious thought struck her.

"Be right back, Porky, need to get supplies..." Before the obese girl could respond, she dashed off to the convenience store across the street.

Delly groaned, frustrated at being left alone in her current predicament, and especially being left alone with the taxi driver, who kept staring at her with weird eyes--and did he just lick his lips? And is that a crowd of people gathered around, staring at her, some snickering, others snapping photos and videos and probably posting them to the internet.

Delly's face turned crimson when she realized video of her oinking was most likely already going viral. The taxi driver reached out hand, poked one side of her face, and spoke for the first time.

"Nice, round red cheeks, just wanna sink my teeth right into 'em," he said, with a small grin that showed a glimpse of particularly sharp teeth.

It would be a great understatement to Delly was relieved at the old woman's return--even if her arrival involved slapping Delly's defenceless derriere and announcing to the crowd, "Time to butter the bacon!"

This caused her cheeks to grow even redder, which in turn increased the lecherousness of the driver's stare.

"Just hurry up and get it over with," Delly nearly shouted to the old woman.

"You got it, my pretty piggy," the old woman said with a smirk. From the plastic bag hanging on her thin arm, she pulled out one of the two jumbo sized containers of butter she had bought. Popping off the lid, she scooped a generous amount into her hand and gazed excitedly at the massive girl's backside.

Using her other hand to lift Delly's shirt up as far as it could go, the old woman began slathering her fat form with the butter. The more she rubbed and the more butter added made her mouth begin to water, and by the time Delly's sides were completely dripping drool was almost pouring out from her lips.

During this, there were many snickers and jeers from the crowd, including the sound of more photos being snapped.

Putting the now empty container back into the bag, she said, "All right, Porky, you're ready for the oven, so let's start pushin'."

Pressing her palms into the buttered up backfat, the old woman started pushing, and Delly simultaneously started straining to get herself all the way into the car. It took a good chunk of minutes to do it, but eventually, every obese inch of her managed to slide fully into the taxi.

Delly collapsed face first onto the seat, her body still jiggling all over from the strenuous task. The old woman entered behind her, and it was quickly realized that Delly took up almost the entire backseat with her blubber. This meant that the old woman would have to be pressed the right up against the fat girl to be able to.fit in the car--not that she minded this.

On the contrary, there was a predatory grin on her face. She pulled the other container of butter out of the bag.

"Gee, Porky, all that movement must have given you quite the appetite."

Forcing herself into a sitting position, Delly nodded, still slightly panting.

"Well, before we reach the bakery, how about a snack?" The old woman held out the butter, which Delly side-eyed at first, and made no move to take it. Then a large growl erupted from her stomach, and she snatched the container, ripped off the lid and started digging in.

The old woman waved a hand at the driver, her eyes locked onto the piggish girl stuffing herself with butter. "The bakery on Cutler street, stat."

The driver whistled, started the car, and off they went.