Chapter 8 - surprises

Troy slept deeply and soundly in their large bed. Silk sheets surrounded him delicately as the air conditioning worked tirelessly to keep him comfortable in the constant heat. He had always been a heavy sleeper, for as long as Emma had known him. But now Troy slept with a soundness that was unlike any Emma had ever seen before; his stomach bloated and overindulged. That's why it was so easy for her as she fished out their old ropes and tied her husband's arms and feet to the bedposts without him even stirring.

Emma began by slowly stroking Troy's hair with adoration. "Wakey, wakey!" she whispered quietly and gently.

Troy barely stirred, making Emma impatient enough to tap his cheeks and rouse him.

Troy's eyes flashed open and his joints clashed against the ropes. He looked up at his arms to see what the problem was, seeing the firm ropes holding him in place. "What? What's all this?" he asked sleepily.

Emma looked down at her husband, rubbing him across his still bloated stomach. "Shh! Pig needs his feeding," she stated plainly, pulling up a funnel that she had resting next to her and fixing the tube between Troy's perfect, white teeth.

Troy's eyes grew wider with the reality of what was happening. Emma could tell that she had caught him completely off-guard, but Troy's manhood bounced into life immediately and a little exasperated groan travelled up the pipe of the funnel that was firmly fixed in his mouth. Moonlight streamed in through the windows as Emma lifted the huge container of freshly made gainer shake high enough for Troy to see. Without a word, she began pouring the thick mixture into the funnel, hearing it slop as it fell down the tube and into Troy's open, surrendering mouth.

Emma was merciless, pouring at a constant rate that never allowed Troy a second. "You're going to need to swallow faster," she warned, seeing the shake almost overflowing, but refusing to stop pouring. "This is going to turn you into a blubbery pig so much faster. I made it myself - and only I know exactly what is in it," she continued gravely.

Troy swallowed obediently, muffled gasps rising up the tube. Sweat poured off his forehead but his mouth fixed firmly around the pipe so as not to let any spill.

Only when the last drop had fallen from Emma's container, did she tend to her husband; her free hand supporting the pipe more securely in his mouth as the man continued to swallow the remaining liquid still in the tube. She swept Troy's sweaty hair out of his face and slid her hand over the further bloat she had created in his overfed stomach.

"I'm going to make you so fat," Emma taunted, watching Troy swallow the last bits with more effort than Emma had ever seen anyone make before; the line of gainer shake slowly and painfully descending down the tube. "You think you're just going to be fed in that pig shed?" she mocked. "You're mine now," she laughed. "You're never going to be safe again!"

Troy's eyes rolled back into his head and Emma looked down to see a spattering stream erupting from his crotch, bubbling and overflowing like lava. She hadn't touched him once.

Emma grinned to herself.

This pig was done for!