Chapter 6 - feeding time

Emma led her extremely aroused husband across the yard. Having lived in California for so long, the reality of Troy being able to walk around outside completely naked was mind-blowing. The hot Texan sun was right overhead, frying the kinky stud like a pound of bacon.

Emma led the way into the pig shed and stood there for a moment to allow Troy the opportunity to take in the smell of the place. This was it; the moment that her husband had been dreaming about for years. She closed the door and immediately pounced on him, kissing him passionately and catching him off-guard. Then, just when Troy was getting into things, she pulled away and held him at arm's length, knowing just how to work him.

This had always been an essential part of helping Troy to let go; not that he ever realised the games Emma would play with his head.

She laughed mockingly and then tapped Troy's handsome behind to lead him into the pig stall; the exact one where he had told her all about his fantasies.

With a grin, Emma pushed Troy down onto all-fours, just as last time. She couldn't help but chuckle at how ridiculous Troy looked as he immediately broke into short little grunts and aroused himself even more.

Emma couldn't deny her own excitement for what she was about to do to her husband. Hidden behind some straw, she pulled out three large containers, of the thick gainer slop she had researched how to make over the last few weeks; a dramatic improvement on the one she used to make for her ex.

Troy's eyes bulged at the sight of it. "When did you have time to..." he began, until Emma shushed him by placing her finger on his pretty lips.

Trying not to struggle with the weight of the container, Emma poured the first batch into the short, new trough that Troy had ordered in for himself. The smell filled the air: sugar, dairy and oils. Troy liked his lips in anticipation.

Allowing him a moment to consider what was inside his slop, Emma bent her knees and crouched down in front of her husband, holding his head in her hands. She swept Troy's hair off his sweaty forehead as if admiring his handsomeness one last time.

Troy looked up at her as if uneasy; he never did quite know what Emma was going to do in these situations. He swallowed and breathed a little heavier, in excitement and nervousness. "What are you going to do?" he asked, sounding a little worried.

Emma simply looked at him with mocking pity, before an evil smile spread across her face like a plague. She could feel the excitement in every corner of her body as she pushed Troy's head down into the trough.

"I'm going to turn you into a pig!" she laughed, watching her hunky man beginning to ferociously gorge himself for her.