chapter 4

So much time passed since then. I put on so much weight, I think while my lord giggles my belly with his foot and urges the goddess to do the same. I start quivering at their touch plus the idea of humiliation I get from that. How many clothes I have outgrown! How quickly we moved from normal dating to a feeders-feedee relationship! How natural it now seems to go out with him, seat at a restaurants with clothes that don't fit anymore and let him order 3 or 4 dishes for me while he caresses my belly and flirts with the waitress. The funny thing is that I havent put wrong THAT much weight. ok, before you start sniggering at me, let me explain. Right now I weight 92 kilos. There, I said that. At least, this is how much I weighted the last week. wow, when I think about it, it seems incredible, since I am only 162cm. But what I mean is: people didnt notice. Ok, that is not what I meant. I know, I know, people notice a lot, but they dont suspect anything. Yes, I have put on weight but I mean, I was never thin. when I met Trevor, my dom, I already weighted 68 kg and that was the thinnest I had ever had. When I started growing for him a lot of people just called it "relationship weight" while others assumed that the chubby got fat again coz she lacked the self determination to keep the weight off. Plus I turned 38 (Trevir was 43), so a lot of people assumed I was getting old and just didnt care anymore. It was just the destiny of the little pig to get big "at a certain age", once she settled with a rich guy. Even my mum, trying to cheer me up, told me:

"at least you won't get wrinkles"

She has always been on a diet, since I can remember, and somehow managed to stay at a healthy weight. She is much nicer since I have put on so much weight btw. She is even taking care of our baby, thinkinv we are busy travelling. We got married over a year ago. I still remember his proposal. He was chocking me with some shoe strings while pushing my face in ice cream. Chocolate, pistacchio and caramel ice cream to be more specific. Just to keep busy, he was playing with my belly too.

"We are getting married, piggie" he said. I nodded. Six months later🐖 we were already married. I will never forget that beautiful day. My belly hurt so much because, of course, he stuffed me even more over the past six months. Of course he just had to pick a dress that showed every inch of fat, every curve, every bulge. Friends and family thought I was pregnant. And I was, a few months later, in spite of all the doctors who said it wouldnt happen because of my weight. Anyway, the baby is happy with granma and we are more than happy to travel and see him every now and then. There is time, I think, while Trevor caresses the marks left from my C-section. I was able to convince the doctor to get a C-section due to my age. Me and Trevor discussed it and thought it would have been a lot of fun to get a second belly over my belly from the C-section. Oh, and it was also safest for the baby.

I am happy that I met Trevor when I was mature enough to accept my dark side, and his. I was a bit... parted at first, coz I had dieted so very hard before meeting him. But since the very first moment, he made me feel loved and beautiful, I think while he pinches my udders.

"Ah piggie, do you remember when your boobies were so perky? It didnt stay that way for so long after you met me!" He laughs. I look confused for a moment. I had always been proud of my boobies. but when he pinches them and spanks them, I get even more turned on.