chapter 1

Dan checked feedee's progress journal with disappointment.

Claire had show such potential when they first met.

The girl was a college drop out, no marketable skills and no potential. A real dead end.

They'd met at a bar, at 200lbs, she was really only what Dan considered chubby. While not unattractive, her pair shaped figure, somewhat flat ass and only slightly above average tits made Dan feel like he was settling.

He preferred heavier women, with larger assets and more voracious appetites.

But what the hell, this girl was flirting, showing obvious interest. The atmosphere of the bar was frankly quite dull, the DJ was absolute shit and the floozy of a bartender, clearly picking up on the fact she wasn't his type, gave her flirtatious attention to higher tipping more easily duped male clientele.

"What the hell." He thought to himself. "I'm done with this place, she's plump enough and I can't see myself finding a better lay before the night is over with the pickings in this crowd.

He called a cab and beckoned the woman to come with him.

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"This is your house?" Claire asked with astonishment.

The sprawling estate stretched out in all directions as the cabbie began driving off.

"I like to live modestly in public." Dan followed with.

"I don't enjoy the company of women whom match me in terms of social status. I'll be frank with you Clair... If you wish to accompany me to bed, it's because I have decided you are beneath me. I do not have sex with women who are my equals, and I do not intend to treat you as such. If, knowing this information, you do not wish to proceed. This is your last opportunity to say so. You can stay the night in the guest chambers and in the morning, I will give you enough cash to get a cab ride home."

She stared at him in awe.

She picked him out, because she honestly needed some drinks and some food, and she was down to her last $20. She knew fully well she wasn't what most men would consider attractive, but she figured the lanky, slender Man drinking alone at the shittiest bar on the block may be just as desperate for female company as she was to not go hungry that night.

She considered her situation. She hasn't been able to hold down a job for longer than a year, pure acdemic laziness meant she lost her scholarship her first year in university... And when she went back for a second semester, all she found was a rapidally shrinking wardrobe as shitty college food and cheap alcohol meant the numbers on the scale kept going up as her GPA trended down.

Eventually she was put on acedemic suspension, she lost her down and she was two weeks late on her rent.

Here, a man was offering to bed her, stretchmarks riddled apron belly, cellulite ripened ass and saggy, misshapen tits.

She wasn't a woman, she was a pig. She was being offered a chance at being given the dignity all women are due, a soft warm bed and a civil departure.

But on the other hand... She could admit to herself the truth. This man was offering to *** like a pig she was. A weight sank in her chest.

"This is all you are good for." It said.

"Most pigs have to get by on scraps... And what you have infront of you is not only a man who will have pity on you by taking you to bed, he offers no pretenses over what you are."

A part of her wondered if being treated as a pig was mearly the next trial in her life, a demeaning step on the path to something better.

Her round, soft belly growled. The overpriced barfood not being nearly adequate to satisfy a hogglet like herself. She couldn't help but notice Dan's gaze had fallen to her stomach, be gave her a wicked smile.

"Well?" He asked with his syruppy satin voice.

"Yes!" She declared. "I'm nothing but a fat, impoverished hog. I am beneath your station. Take me to your bed chamber and treat me as I deserve."