chapter 7 - part ii

The knock at the door jolted me back from drifting off to sleep. The stick of salted butter had dropped onto my shirt and was still melting, filling more fibers of my shirt as more butter dripped out of my mouth. I didn’t want Carey to see me like this, but didn’t have enough time to gather my thoughts before answering the door.

“Hi, Carey! Oh, please come in.” I bowed, motioning my arm toward my living room couch, feeling foolish as I did so. Carey stood there, her hair resting on her shoulders. Her red lip stick emphasized the beauty in her face, her suit made her look even more stunning as it moved with ever curve of her body. She must have noticed me staring, because the next thing I knew she was right in front of me, hand on my chin.

“I hear you’re not doing too hot today, sweetie.” Her thumb moved over my chin, dragging up melted butter off my fold and placing her thumb on my bottom lip. “Let’s change that.”

I put my mouth around her thumb, and began gently sucking. Carey hadn’t always been like this, had she? “Mmm.” I moaned as she lead me to the couch, laying my head onto her lap.

“Now my little piglet, please tell me what’s been eating you.” Her other hand patted the top of my head, then moved down to my belly. She lifted up and removed my shirt, giving my still full belly a long look before beginning to rub it in small cricles.

“I...I think I’m going crazy. I’m hallucinating the strangest things.”

“Mmm hmm.” She turned sideways with her back to the armrest, shifting my head onto her lap, holding closer between her legs. “What sorts of things, piglet?”

“Well I’m—oh wow, that feels amazing.” Carey pressed deeper into my belly this time with both hands, releasing pressure every so often to admire the jiggle of my belly. My belly had hurt so much just a couple minutes ago, but never felt as good as it did in this moment. I almost lost my train of thought. “It’s not anything bad really. Actually, they make me quite happy.”

Carey leaned down, kissing her way from my chest to breast. Her tongue leading to my nipple where she rested her mouth and sucked. “Mmm mmm?”

“i...I don’t think I’ve felt so happy before, Carey. I don’t know how you were able to turn my life around in such a short time. I closed my eyes. I was happy. I knew that there was something concerning me, that I had worried about, but I wasn’t quite sure anymore.

Carey lifted her head off my breast and started making her way up my neck. “That’s great to hear. I think this is the fastest turn around in history!"

“I finally feel like I’m me, but…” it was slipping. Did I actually have any real concerns? I don’t think I did. I was happy, I was full. That’s enough, right?

“I never did send in that script, piglet.” She raised her head and leaned back. “AmpliFi is an amazing drug, I’ve been taking it for years. Some people can take it once and” She grabbed another stick of butter from my end table and fed it into my mouth, "become who they were always meant to be.”

“Hmm?” What was she on about? At least she had the decency to feed me.

“Once I began taking it, I realized that I have a gift. And that gift is to help people like you, my little,” she giggled, “BIG sow.”

My skin once again was pink, smooth, almost hairless. I lay like a beached whale, stumpy short legs sticking up into the air, unable and unwilling to move.

“Oink. Grunt.” I curled my legs inward and closed my eyes, breathing heavily.

“I don’t know how, but ever since I started, it has brought me little piggies like you, wanting to be happy, wanting to be true to themselves.” She pressed the stick fully into my mouth. “Little fatties wanting to be happy, not realizing that all they need to do is embrace who they are.”

Mmmmm…. *Snort*. Me piggy.

The hog chewed on her meal. “And now I have a new sow for my collection.”

******* EPILOGUE********

Carey’s alarm screeched loudly as the big red numbers flashed “6:00 A.M.”

Carey jumped out of bed with a skip in her step. Morning was her favorite part of the day. She grabbed what she could from the refrigerator, butter sticks, donuts, left-over chicken, pancakes, a mix of a diverse selection of fatty foods, throwing it into a garbage bag, taking it to the basement once she filled it about halfway.

She greeted her sleeping piglet, which was passed out next to its trough, If she wasn’t looking closely, it would have been difficult to notice it breathing at all, obviously exhausted from whatever binge it took part in the previous night. It smiled in its sleep, it’s hair matted with meals new and old, it’s rolls of fat nearly suffocating its body. Carey placed her hand on her 400 pound sow, stirring it from its slumber.

“Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey.” Carey poured the contents of the bag into the trough. “Eat up, piggy. You are nothing but skin and bones.” She smiled, knowing that that was true, at least compared to what she had in store for it.