chapter 3

Napoleon once said an army travels on its belly. This was true of Peg as she made her way to her next gig. Usually Hank kept a tight leash on expenses so she was surprised at the amount of money he wired her. It was more than enough to buy gas for the trip and keep her in junk food all the way. She hit all the major stops, McDs, the King, Wendy’s, Taco Bellz, the Hut, along with some local franchises Culver’s, Raising Canes, and the car was getting pretty tight.

Finally she got to her hotel in the middle of the night. It was a local establishment with a big neon sign reading HOG HEAVEN. She parked and went into the front office to grab her reserved key. As she walked to the door she noticed her t-shirt was riding over the belly and she stopped and tried to pull it down but it could never managed to cover the last bit of belly. And her “exercise shorts” kept slipping down her belly to her waist.She huffed and went in to see a shockingly skinny woman behind the counter.

“Looks like we got another one.” she said just under her breath.

Peg decided she didn't really care what she was “one of”

“I’m here for a room.” she said

“Look you have to prepay. Girls like you don’t last long in town and leave me with the bill.”

“Sorry my manager set this up he said the room would be paid for.”

“Is that what they call it these days. He fattens them up and sends them out here knowing full well what happens to them. I don't call that management.”

“Wait what are you talking about?”

THAT IS QUITE ENOUGH MIRIAM!” came a cry

Peg turned around to see and old women she couldn't tell the age just that she was very well maintained. Her eyes were sharp and she was looking very deeply at Peg.

“Sorry about that Miriam doesn't get a lot of sleep. She says strange things in the wee hours. Now miriam does she have a room reserved?”

“I have one here for a Pig-orino.” miriam said

“That’s Peg Corino.” she huffed.

“Look I have a room for this name. I’ll give it to you if your answer to it.” miriam sneered.

“Thats ridiculous. It’s not my mistake.”

“Now now Pretty peg.” the old woman said calmly. She placed her hand on top of the slope of her belly giving it a comforting pat. “Miriam is going to be mean tonight it seems. Just give in and then we can work on getting you a room.”

“Fine. I’m a Pig-orino. A big fat pig-orino. Oink Oink.” she slapped her ass as she said it.

“Well here you go piggy have your key.” she tossed it to Peg but her hand eye coordination herself wasn't great so it bounced off her belly onto the floor. “Nice.” Peg sarcastically said as she bent down to pick up the keys.

She didn't see the old woman get a good look at her ass as she bent down and mouthed to Miriam “Wow” as she liked what she say. Miriam just sighed uninterested.

As Peg got back up the old woman introduced herself.

“Hello Peg.My name is Etta.”

“Do you work in the hotel?”

“Not really I just hang around here and meet new people. Its a nice way to get interesting conversations. You know chew the fat.”

By this time Peg and Etta had walked into the parking lot where it was a hot muggy night and she was starting to sweat.

“Now dear would you care for a hand in getting your bags to the room.”

“that’d be great. Im exhausted.”

Etta helped Peg carry here things all the while keeping her eyes firmly planted on Peg’s belly rolls and butt.

The room was surprisingly big for a hotel room. “It’s the VIP suite.” said Etta.

“it says VTP suite over her.” Peg said.

“Well it was a fancy I and the bottom fell off.”

It was very nice room with a big bouncy bed, a big bathroom with a massive tub and surprisingly a huge kitchen.

“What’s with this kitchen?” asked Peg

“Oh we take cooking every seriously in town. This is really the only room with one this big.”

“I could practically fit in that oven.” Peg said as she opened and looked inside. She leaned in just a little and Etta seemed to hold herself back from pushing Peg into the oven.

“Oh you are funny. You look like you like food.”

“Oh I do!” Peg turned around and did a little jump up and down jiggling her shirt free to raise up to reveal a little more belly.

“Well my dear why don't i show you a little hometown hospitality and cook you some dinner tomorrow night. I know its a little forward but one so rarely meets a girl of such good taste.”

“well it sounds fine. I do like free food…”

“Then it is settled. I’ll get everything ready and you just show up tomorrow. I’ll have miriam give me the spare key so I can bring the ingredients in.”

“Now I’m not sure..”

“Pish Posh. It is not problem for me. Now aren't you tired my little Peg (or did she say pig?). Let me tuck you in.”

“I am sleepy.” Peg yawned. She was led to the big bed and Etta laid her down on the big bed helping her off with her sandals and patting her belly before wrapping her up in a blanket.

“I’m making Peg in a Blanket. How I’m so looking forward to dinner tomorrow. Those brutes over at Butterballs won’t have time to get their claws into my sweet little Peg.” Peg was basically half passed out and unable to explain that she was going to Butterballs tomorrow morning and to ask what about them were so brutish? But she just appreciated being pampered and if some nice old woman wanted to cook for her well then what was the worst that would happened.

then just as she was about to leave as Peg was falling into deep sleep Etta whispered into her ears “Now Peg I want you to have only sweet dreams. They help with the flavor” by the time she woke up in the morning she wouldn't remember to ask any questions

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W ell she didn't really wake up in the morning. Because it was afternoon. She hadn't set and alarm and she didn't have an appointment with Butterballs until mid afternoon. She awoke with a growl in her stomach so she went to have a quick bath before trying to find something to eat. The bath was strange. It was all black and appeared to be made of cast iron. It had four feet holding it up off the floor but instead of claw feet they were like hooves like a cow or a pig. And even stranger it seemed to work on a system of only having a little hot water from the tap but if you wanted it hotter you had to turn on these burner under the bath. And the controls weren't even accessible from the bath. they were across the room. And if Peg were right the controls could basically make the bath go up past boiling. You could easily cook soup as bathe in the thing. In fact she found stuck in the drain what looked like a piece of carrot. “I guess they do take cooking seriously here.” Even the box of soap near the bath seemed more like the stuff to make broth than soap. “I’ll just take a shower instead.” she said to herself.

She took a longer shower than she planned. It seems like there was always more to bath. Every day she found new nooks, crannies, folds, and rolls. It was like her body was its own adventure. But after awhile her belly got to fussing and she went on another adventure. Trying to find some food.

Peg put on a nice white fluffy robe and went over to the kitchen to see if there was any food in it.

The kitchen was HUGE! Even bigger than it seemed last night. She could defiantly fit in that oven, and on the island, and there was a huge spit over a fireplace she could fit over that too. The fridge was huge too. The floor was very nice tile but it seemed more like the tile you wash with a hose than indoor kitchen tile. The was even like a thing hanging from a hood like you'd see in a butcher shop that they’d hang pigs from. And on the walls were all sorts of knives, and cleavers, and big forks, and all manner of sharp things that made her belly which was hanging free because her robe wasn't tied up feel kind of vulnerable.

She went over to the fridge to see if there was anything to shove into her greedy little gob.

Inside were a series of packages with clear plastic tops full of meet each with a label with a girls name on them. Patricia, Joie, Jane, Grace. “Well I guess…they are just storing this meat…until those girls come…back. Wait…”

Deep inside Peg’s mind thoughts were forming. Evidence and stray phrases and strange looks her conscious mind hadn't noticed were being compiled by her unconscious one. Her body had a inborn sense of self-preservation that was desperately trying to save its own bacon. All of these pieces of knowledge were passed along into one coherent thought to try to reach her awake mind and get them out of here. Unfortunately all she got was. “I bet a lot of good food was cooked here and tonight Etta will make me something delicious.They probably have a business where they cook a lot of meat and those names are the customers that reserved the meat and they are all alive and going to pick it up later.” Well it was a good try.

Her stomach growled again. “i wonder if it would be alright if I ate just a few bites you know to get me started and I can eat a big meal somewhere else.” She picked up the package that was labeled Grace and lifted the top. Even cold it smelled amazingly mouthwatering. But just as she was about to start chowing down. “Nope. If I start now I won’t stop. I’ll probably get in trouble if I eat all these girl’s meat.”

So Peg went to her bag and put on an outfit. She put on some jean shorts and a big tour T-shirt with the cover to her single BBQ Booty Cutie on it. She thought the guys at Butterballs would appreciate that. Then she put on her fancy sandals. She was already to go when there was one problem. The door was stuck. She jiggled the knob. Nothing. She pushed as hard as she could but went out of breath pretty fast.