Meant to Be

Chapter 1 - Pigs will be pigs

It started as a fantasy. She'd always seen bigger women, idolized them and their thick, fat bodies. But she never could bring herself to indulge. She always would stop at one plate, even if she longed for more. She almost never ate dessert, even though her eyes would stay glued to the gooey pastries and thick chocolate cakes.

She thought she was above the temptations her mind yearned for, but one night of cheating, of stuffing her face with as much as she could get her hands on was the tipping point for Liza. Her mind found such pleasure in the round, tautness to her stomach and the warm fuzziness that came with being so full.

Liza began to crave it, crave the full feeling and she chased after it whenever she could. She would devour whole pizzas and drink tons of weight gain shakes, her stomach ballooning outwards until she looked nine months pregnant. Soon she developed a waddle, her thighs thick and covered in cellulite. Her arms were flabby and her fingers and toes were definitely more plump. Her stomach was massive and soft, hanging over the waistband of her too-small jeans. Her breasts were barely contained by her bras and her shirts rode up so that her deepening belly button was constantly on display.

But Liza didn't mind. She wanted to burst out of the clothing, so that her stomach and thighs ripped through the fabric and the thick flesh could hang down from her once athletic frame. She made more trips to the grocery store, buying every sweet or fatty item that she could, even though she could barely make it down an isle without gasping for breath.

Once that became too much she opted to order everything. She ordered burgers and pizzas and other fatty snacks, so that her body continued to expand and soften. It was one day when her usual delivery guy stopped by with double what she ordered and a whole box of chocolates that Liza realized that she could've had someone else do the work for her.
The man's name was Justin and he loved Liza and her love of gaining. With Justin's help, Liza grew twice as fast. Her gut rested heavily in her lap now, her legs too thick to move without uncomfortable chaffing and her mind had thoroughly been converted to that of a pig. She only ever wanted to eat, sleep, watch t.v, or get fucked by Justin. There was something amazing about having all her fat jiggle so violently when Justin thrust into her, coupled with the odd excitement of fighting for breath during orgasm. Truly Liza had given herself over to gluttony.

One day Justin had a surprise for Liza. He hauled her down to his truck, where she took up the entire backseat and drove her to a friend's place. He helped her into the house where she saw that three other massive women were also there, each getting fed chocolates by their feeders. Liza immediately turned to Justin, who smiled and popped a few chocolates in her mouth.

Not an hour later all four pigs were on their hands and knees, moaning as they were thrust into. Fat rippled across their bare bodies, rolls hanging down toward the ground, stomachs brushing the carpets. Their men went hard and deep into their fat pussies, making each pig cry out louder.

The sounds of wet smacking filled the room and soon the girls became hungry. To fix this, the men placed bowls of gainer shake in front of them, and the pigs ate noisily while the men went back to fucking them from behind. The sounds of skin on skin and human gorging now filled the room.

The pigs moaned into their bowls, eyes glazed over with pleasure as both their stomachs and pussies were filled. The man smacked their asses, watching the ripple of fat, and they clutched onto the rolls of fat hanging from the pigs.

This is what Liza was meant for, she thinks as Justin hits her sweet spot over and over and sweet liquid fills her mouth. Meant to be a fat pig, dominated by her feeder and to only crave food and sex. She sighs happily and licks faster at the liquid, moaning louder as her stomach expands and her feeder's thick cock buries itself deep within her.

This is what she was made for.