Chapter 9 - the visitor

Over the following weeks, Emma was true to her word. Troy really wasn't safe from being fed, no matter what the time of day. The pig shed was where Emma did her regular and expected damage each day, but nothing ever stopped her from pushing bags of donuts, or cookies into her husband's mouth on a mere whim. The funnel became a regular bed companion, but Emma was certain to never stick to a regular pattern, trying to ensure that Troy was always a step behind. She started to freeze huge batches of fattening shake mix and defrost it when she needed it, but she also mixed things up with new recipes as well as tasty Texan cuisine that had fattened-up men here for generations.

Troy's flat stomach soon puffed into a tight, hard paunch underneath his built pecs. Love handles sprouted and his rear took on a new, solid thickness to it. "I'm fat!" Troy noted, looking at himself in the mirror Emma had placed in the pig shed, his hand sliding over the curve of his permanently bloated middle. "What's happening to my ass?" he asked, sounding almost a little fearful of how quickly he had lost his athletic shape back there.

"This is nothing..." Emma stated firmly, almost irritated by how enamoured Troy was by looking only 45lbs heavier. She slipped her fingers under the mass of Troy's glute and began to bounce the newly plumped cheek, making Troy's eyes roll back into his head. The pig loved the sensation of feeling the fresh fat on himself. "Hungry?" Emma asked, knowing that there wasn't really a choice for Troy, even if he wasn't.

Troy dutifully nodded his head; his manhood already throbbing.

Emma pushed Troy's broad back down before lowering his face back into the trough of pig slop. Then she stood back to admire the disgraceful sight. From this position, she could see the fat collecting at the back of Troy's muscular arms, and building in his chest, already starting to mask his previous definition. She poked his side and felt the first softness in his love handles, widening Troy out and finally taking away his enviously narrow waist.

"I've arranged a meeting for you with Alice Barton this afternoon," Emma stated factually as Troy was coming to the end of his lunchtime feed; his paunch looking heavier and rounder than ever as he continued to gorge over the trough. "She's coming to the house and will be here in..." he looked at his watch, knowing full well what the time was, "...two minutes."

Alice Barton was the head of an advertising company where Troy was the second largest shareholder. Since retiring to Texas, he hadn't met with anyone in weeks for anything work-related and his eyes bulged at the news. Still on all-fours in the pig shed, he suddenly stood up in a panic without anything covering his overfed body; thick, sticky slop oozing down his mouth as Troy had surrendered himself to his kinks for the last hour. "You arranged a meeting?" he said, panicking. "But I'm naked!" he gasped, suddenly very aware of himself.

Emma heard a car pull up the drive and she grinned deviously. "Too late to get to the house to get changed now," she laughed, peeking a look out of the shutter. "She's blocking your way to the front door!"