Chapter 8 - trained

Having Zayla there at night made for the best progress. Sid could wake her up in the early hours and then drain melted ice cream down her throat. Zayla took it all without complaints. Now that she was on the path to weight gain, the flood gates had been well and truly opened. And the sex? Well, no one had ever had sex like this before, Sid thought happily to himself.

“I think we may need to invest in some bigger underwear for you!” Sid smirked as one of the world’s hottest women trotted to the refrigerator for a quick snack from her eating plan.

Zayla’s eyes lit up. “Already?” she asked keenly, looking down at herself in disbelief.

“That ass is really packing on some pounds!” Sid stated excitedly. “I’m not even exaggerating,” he continued, pulling out his cell phone and taking a shot of her from behind. “Look at that fat ass!” he laughed, turning the screen so that Zayla could see it too.

Zayla took the phone and scrutinised it. She zoomed in and out, again and again. “Oh my…!” she laughed. “I think you’re right!”

“Time for some weight gainer,” Sid grinned, shaking up a flask from the refrigerator as Zayla still looked transfixed at the image on the phone.

“This is all happening so fast!” she breathed out lustfully. “I never thought it would happen like this!” She grabbed at her butt and bounced the glutes, feeling how soft it was all getting back there. “Oh, man!” he exclaimed. “My ass actually feels... fat!”

“You’re a natural!” Sid delighted in saying. “A real-life pig-girl!” He stared at Zayla’s face as he said it, knowing the effect it would have upon her. “What are you?” he asked teasingly.

“A pig-girl!” Zayla repeated obediently.

“And what noises do pig-girls make?” Sid asked, reminding Zayla of how he had trained her.

Zayla flushed a little red. She looked hungrily at the weight gain shake in Sid’s hands and then snorted like a pig, making Sid laugh victoriously.

“Come on, Piggy!” he whispered, guiding Zayla to perch her chubbier butt on a bar stool and then tilt her head back. Sid held the weight of her head from behind, as if it was too heavy for the woman to hold up on her own. Then Zayla opened her mouth and waited for the flask to be drained into her. She chugged and chugged while Sid held it aloft; the greedy girl’s lustful hands holding her ever bloating stomach. “Oh, you’re such a good piggy!” he muttered, almost silently, knowing that Zayla was horny enough to be taken right now; the fourth time that day. No wonder Zayla was fattening so fast; her libido was practically immortal.