Chapter 4 - the second month

Steve's clothes started to fit a little awkwardly around his middle. His stomach had padded up during the summer, into a firm paunch. It wasn't unusual for Steve to gain and lose a few over the year, but his clothes had never fitted this snugly before. He took off his shirt and looked at himself. Ten years of farm work and his shoulders had never looked so built before, his arms and forearms looked packed full of muscle. But, underneath all of that, there was an undeniable build-up of fat, pushing his stomach out and even to the sides, forming distinct, meaty love-handles. He had a small, manly gut on him, made up of hard, solid looking fat, like it had already been there for the last ten years. He turned to the side and admired his huge, muscular thighs. His ass looked positively bulbous as it stretched the material of his underwear; firm, but undeniably overfed. He looked out of the window and saw Kate's car coming back up the dirt-track. Panic-stricken, he threw on his largest, concealing overalls and sauntered outside to meet her.

Kate was already standing by the side of the pig pens by the time he got to her. Steve had had to spread them out a lot more over the last month since space was becoming an issue given the increasing size of them all.

Steve sucked in his stomach and strutted over to shake Kate's hand. Kate took it, but her eyes lingered over Steve for a second before turning away. This time, they spoke a little longer at the side of the pen, marvelling at the effect the feed was having on the pigs. After twenty minutes or so, Kate turned as if to leave, shaking Steve's hand again. Her hand felt a little weaker in the handshake this time. Or was Steve just getting stronger? "Remember though, that feed is not for human consumption," Kate warned, her eyes squarely on Steve's stomach which he was trying desperately to keep sucked in.

Steve tried to look confused. "How do you mean?" he asked.

Kate just patted his stomach and raised her eyebrows with a smirk on her face. "I mean, the feed is not for human consumption," she smiled, almost sympathetically, walking off.

Steve found himself checking out Kate's tight butt as she walked out. She was a beautiful woman, but why was he this turned on all of a sudden?

Steve stood there not following her but finally allowing his stomach out. How could Kate tell? He hadn't gained that much weight. Had she measured the amount of feed left in the barn before he came down to see her? Yes, that was probably it. He shrugged and put a hand in his pocket, feeling some of the feed biscuits that he must have left in there to snack on. No point in wasting them, he thought, popping one in to his mouth as he heard Kate's sports car roar away. He'd just finish these and then he would quit snacking on the feed, for good.