chapter 2

8 months later.

Dan had been pleasently surprised by his little piglet.

What he intended to be a night of demeaning sex with a soft little piglet, had evolved into something much greater.

When the morning has come around, when Dan had attempted to pull the pig nose off her face and kick her off of the pile of snack cake wrappers she had burst into tears.

"Please don't make me leave!" She called. "There's nothing out there for me... Please... Let me stay... Let me live as your fat pig. My mouth and my womb will never be closed to you, my body is naught but a fat sack of lard for you to abuse to your liking. Please just don't make me leave!"

Dan, in an uncharacteristic show of pity... Offered the pig a deal.

She would be allowed to remain, and remain comfortably. But her appetite was to be improved. She'd only been fed two boxes of snack cakes before she was crying and begging for mercy out of the pain from her absurd, overfed gut.

"If you wish to stay, you overripe farm animal." He said, "you're gonna have to do better. You're too skinny to be a pet and not fat enough to be a prized hog. I can do better, so if you wish to keep me so must you."

And so Claire set to it. Every meal she would eat until she thought she would puke, and sometimes she would push herself even further and every single bite would come right back up.

Dan would always be furious. Screaming that pigs weren't allowed to waste food. He would lock her in her room for an entire day with no food, until she became ravenous.

"I hope you appreciate the value of food after that taste of starvation, and how merciful I am to give you so, so much. It's good for you, even if your body says it's too much. The pain from your bloated, engorged gut is your body saying 'thank you' for my nourishment of you." He emphasized this by shoving another slice of cheesecake in her mouth.

She sobbed as she chewed and swallowed. She was so full. Every attempt to fill her lungs was a battle between the constant obstruction the flow of food caused and her beyond-capacity stomach swelling into her chest cavity.

She wanted to puke so badly. The pain was agonizing. This wasn't full, this was far, far beyond.

She swallowed the last bite... And to her great relief her mouth was not refilled.

She greedily sucked air into her starved lungs between agonized moans as she cradled her distorted midsection.

She dry heaved thrice, but forced herself to swallow each time. Terrified of the consequences of puking up the enourmous meal.

"And what do you say piggy?" He asked her.

She didn't answer. She was so short of breath she couldn't force the words to form.

Dan took the spoon he used to serve the cake and with a great "thwack!" He swatted her belly just below the button.

"Answer piggy!" He demanded.

She squeeled in pain, and threw a choked voice she sputtered out.

"Thank yo-" she didn't get to finish before her vulnerable mouth became filled to capacity with cake.

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The months went by like this... And the effects on Claire's body were clear.

Her breasts swelled, overfilling the bra she arrived in. Her ass cheeks began spilling out the back of her panties like
Overripe melons.

She wasn't allowed to purchase new clothes, as Dan liked the way she bulged out of the ones she came in. Her t-shirt and pants were long since abandoned, unable to be squeezed into by her swelling flesh.

She stared at her engorged body infront of the mirror, covered in angry red stretch marks, cake crumbs and sweat.

He hadn't even fucked her that evening. Apparently she needed to learn eating was its own reward, and dick only came when he felt she was deserving.

She waddled her burdened body over to the scale.

"275" it read, 75 in just 8 months.

And despite the alarming amount of growth she caught herself doing the one thing she never expected she would in this situation.

She was smiling.