Chapter 10 - panic!

Troy swept his body from side to side, rubbing his mouth with his large, sweaty forearms, trying to clean himself up. He touched his round paunch as if suddenly wishing it away. "You're going to have to meet her for me!" he panted.

"I'm not going to do that," Emma stated calmly, enjoying the moment.

"Hello!" came Alice's voice as she was walking up to their porch.

"What am I supposed to do?" Troy whimpered, barely able to control his movements, pacing up and down. He mindlessly touched his bloated stomach again and tried once more to rub his face down. Then he grunted in annoyance as he realised Emma had deliberately taken the mirror away. She had set him up! "What am I supposed to do?" he asked once more, desperate, genuinely wanting to know what his wicked wife expected him to do now.

Emma smiled and slipped around the corner, pulling out one of Troy's designer suits that she had hidden down here earlier. "You'll wear this," she smiled.

Troy's face suddenly relaxed as he heaved a great sigh of relief, grabbing the suit from Emma and beginning to slip the underwear on. "Thank you!" he gasped.

Emma watched her husband as he naively began to dress himself. "Oh, don't thank me yet..." she whispered, almost inaudibly.

Troy buttoned his shirt form the top down, suddenly having to suck in his middle as his got closer to his navel. "Argh, dammit!" he groaned as he tried to button himself in.

Alice was calling all around now, looking for Troy somewhere on the farm. How long would it be until she came in here? Troy's fingers began to tremble in panic as he continued to try and button himself up.

"You'd better hurry up, pig!" Emma taunted. "She's going to come looking in here any second now!"

Troy sucked and wriggled. In his old suit, the mass he had collected in his legs, ass and stomach was more evident than even Emma had been expecting. The suit had been tailored to his exact measurements five months ago and now his body was completely wrong for it.

"It doesn't fit!" he whispered anxiously, not knowing how close Alice could be to the pig shed to overhear him. His thighs already looked like two fat Bratwurst and his thick butt was forcing the clasp of his pants far away from each other, making it almost impossible for Troy to zip them up. The concentration on his face as he tried to suck in his stomach made Emma want to roll around on the floor with laughter.

"No," laughed Emma. "It doesn't fit at all..." she grinned, looking at Troy as he finally and miraculously buttoned himself up, slipped on the tight jacket and slid into his shiny shoes without time for socks. "You look completely ridiculous!" she smiled, pleased with herself, seeing the buttons on Troy's shirt strain against his developing paunch. "Don't breathe out!" she chuckled cruelly. Even he lining of her husband's pockets seemed to burst out of his pants as they tried to fit a much broader, plumper and softer ass inside them.

Troy's eyes were still bulging with worry as he heard Alice walking even closer towards the pig shed. "Troy?" she called. He lifted his armpit and smelt, whimpering with the realisation of how sweaty he was from spending an hour in here, gorging himself for Emma.

"Go get her, pig!" Emma chuckled, patting her husband on his really rather surprisingly wide rear as a way to push him out of the shed, oinking at him in glee as he trotted out to his meeting.