Chapter 15 - the art of submission

As Troy ballooned over 300lbs, it amused Emma to see her once stunning husband undressing himself to get naked: the blubber, the soft jiggles, the uncontrollable sweat in the Texan heat. Every pound Troy gained seemed to make Emma determined to put two more on him. His entire body had been swollen and puffed up by the fat that had been slapped onto him like modelling clay. She loved pinching it and prodding the blubber, reminding him of how much his body had changed. How repulsive and out of shape he had become.

Maybe someone meeting Troy for the first time would not even realise that he had once been so athletic. But Emma knew; she could see the handsome man still, distorted and transformed into the lardy pig that now stood before her.

"Aww, these look sore," Emma tried to be sympathetic, despite her victorious smile. She was sliding her finger around the inside of Troy's thick, blubber thighs where they had rubbed together.

Troy nodded. "I've never had 'chub rub' like this before. When my legs sweat, it makes it even worse," he grumbled, lifting his leg and trying to peer over his surprisingly protrusive gut.

Emma simply grabbed a roll of Troy's belly fat and held it in her hands. "I guess you shouldn't have eaten so much then, should you?" she mocked. "Pigs who overeat should really try to limit the amount they move around," she laughed. "No more long walks for you!" she stated with absolute authority.Then, slipping two fingers down into Troy's deepening belly button, she shook the growing belly fat, watching the jiggle spread into the fresh fat in her husband's broad chest, arms and even his wide and unmistakably unconditioned ass.

Troy closed his eyes to enjoy the sensation. The contented smile that slipped on to his face was unlike any happiness Emma had ever seen on another human being. She knew that, some days, Troy could hardly believe that this was his own body. It was no longer necessary for her to come up with scenarios to embarrass him, the transformation itself was more than enough; the way his body had morphed to suit Emma's desires. They had been in Texas for so long, people here could see what was happening to him. Both of them knew that even the guys who worked on the farm were sniggering behind his back. Troy could no longer get away from it now. He wore his submission every hour of every day; fat hanging down from his gut and chest; a testament to how far he had surrendered himself to his wife's unrelenting feeder kinks.