chapter 3

Sometime later...

325 read the scale...

Claire stood there naked as Dan shook his head disappointingly at the scale.

"Only 2 pounds in 2 weeks?" He asked, anger ebbing into his voice.

"I'm sorry..." she said, "I'm trying to get fatter for you Dan... it's just not sticking."

"This is the second week in a row you've missed your weight target pig."

Before she could speak a word of defense he drew his hand back and slapped her gut, she howled as air was forced out of her lungs.

She coughed and sputtered as he walked down behind her, running his hand across her cellulite covered ass.

He touched her bare skin, it had been weeks since the tattered remains of the panties she arrived in had finally become shredded beyond recognition, she was always naked now. This gave him access to what he was reaching for.

She moaned as two of his fingers forced their way into her asshole.

"Mmmmmmm... please..." she moaned. "It's been so long..."

"I told you when you hit 300 pig... you didn't get any pleasure from me until you hit 330. That could have been today, you could have had my dick in you, but no... you just get enough to stretch you for what's coming."

She wondered what he meant by that. She had time to ponder for the next several minutes as he worked her tight rear end and applied lube.

Eventually he brought her to the feeding chair. She'd been tied in it many times, it looked like an old fashioned electric chair with a big feeding bag instead of the electrical contact.

Wordlessly, she sat down and allowed herself to be bound. She opened her mouth and puckered her fat lips, prepared for the chocolaty sweet taste of her usual gainer shake.

To her surprise it didn't come.

"Oh no pig." Said Dan. "I've been trying to feed that ass of yours through that hole for too long... it's time to try the other end."

Her eyes widened in horror.

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She cried out in discomfort as Dan once again refilled the enema bag.

"Please... no more." She pleaded through water filled eyes.

"One more liter piggy." He said, clasping his hands on either side of her gut and giving in a vigerous shake. She began to cry earnestly.

"Please... I eat whatever you want!" She tried to bargain.

"You assume that I enjoy this... you're wrong. I took middle school anatomy, I know you aren't going to gain weight from this. You act like I'd rather fill you from this end. No, this is your punishment. For the next 24 hours you'll be fed from the wrong end exclusively. Inflated and starved until you learn to appreciate your station."

He emphasized his point by squeezing the enema bag. She moaned in pain as her midsection swelled outward and more on the concoction was forced inside her.

Finally, the bag was empty and the poor obese woman was left to cradle her swollen, abused intestines.

"You did good pig." He said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out and candy bar.

"So good... I'll permit you one small reprieve, assuming you answer this correctly. When you look at this candy bar... what is the first thing that comes to mind?"

She looked at the candy bar. She was so swollen and bloated. The thought of food made her stomach churn, she wanted to do literally anything before she thought about eating. But she knew despite this, there was only one correct answer.

"Feed it to me master... I want to get fatter for you. I need it."

He grinned so wide she knew she had answered correctly as he shoved the sugary treat into her mouth.

It felt like she was swallowing a brick.