Chapter 11 - the cruel fate of meg matthews

Meg felt the empty glass being taken out of her hand by Max. He was silent and thoughtful as Meg was stood there trying to make sense of how strange she was feeling.

"You didn't ask me where I've been this morning," Max remarked, unboxing a large cheesecake, not even looking at her.

Meg could hardly remember what they had been talking about; she simply watched what Max was doing with fascination as the cheesecake was placed on a flat tray and he began piling chocolate pastries on top of it, with a huge, excited grin on his face.

"I went to see Madam Azarov." He looked over at her and winced. "She really doesn't like you does she?" Max smirked, before turning back to piling pastries. "She offered to create an antidote for the love potion straight away, as soon as I told her about what you had done. But..." he paused, creating the perfect tower of pastries, "I told her I didn't want that. I told her how happy we were together."

Meg was eyeing the pastries, hardly listening to a word Max was saying, her mind was sharp and focused on what Max was making.

"She was so pleased to hear about the changes you've been through recently," Max went on, shaking a can of cream and squirting it on to the stacked cheesecake. "She wanted to hear all about it, so I told her everything. Every last secret I have," Max went on. "But when I told her you had ended things after you found out about what sort of man I am, she offered me something much more valuable." He looked straight at her. "Something to make you see things my way."

Meg watched Max looking at her as he removed his t shirt to uncover his delicious body. He gazed at her, smiling smugly, knowing just how hot he looked to her. Then he strutted over and stood before her, his lips achingly close to hers. She could smell the scent of his muscular body.

"You love me don't you?" he smiled. Even the scent of his breath was turning her on.

Meg nodded. She did. She really did!

"And you want to make me happy, don't you?" he whispered.

"That's all I want," Meg sighed. She meant every word.

Max kissed her, slowly and deeply. She fell into him, like she could never leave his side ever again. He pulled slowly away and she felt her blouse being unbuttoned; her fat body was being uncovered for him.

"All I ever wanted was my very own pig," Max sighed happily, looking at the flab on her body. His fingers slid up and down her curves as he groaned contentedly. He unpeeled her from her jeans, dragging her panties down with them and finally unclasping her bra, so that she stood there entirely naked before him. He leaned in to her again. "Are you ready to be my piggy?" he whispered.

Meg looked at Max and slowly nodded. She was more than ready.

"Oink for me piggy!" Max coaxed, slapping her gently on her jiggly ass.

Meg felt a grumbling sound form in the back of her throat and it burst out of her in a short, sharp snort.

Max's face lit up at how perfect the sound was. "There's my piggy!" he smiled, his hands all over her soft body, pinching rolls and jiggling them. "I love my piggy so much," he whispered again, kissing her softly and then letting her head fall down into his big, broad chest.

That was when Meg felt a firm hand on her shoulder and another around her hip, pushing her down and bending her over on to the floor.

Meg was now on all fours on the kitchen floor. Max bent on his knees as well and was rubbing her wide backside and admiring the way her stomach was starting to fall to the floor. He stood back a little, as if calculating how far it was still off from touching the tiles.

"Such a beautiful piggy!" Max breathed. Then he reached up to the counter and pulled down the stacked cheesecake, placing it on the floor in front of Meg.

Meg could feel her mouth filling with saliva at the sugary smell. Her eyes were fixed on the prize ahead of her.

"Now it's time for piggy to get so much fatter for me," Max sang, pushing her head down and into the abyss.