chapter 2

By the time Chelsea had entered our living room, she was out of breathe and panting as if she was going to pass out. Her best feature was her belly, and it hung low, almost to her knees. Her ass jutted out behind her, with a veritable shelf that you could rest numerous things on. Her thighs were so wide and filled with drooping fat that she had to walk instead of waddle, so we normally made sure she didn’t have to move much when she got into our care.

“Chelsea! Why are you so tired? It’s only a short 5 minute walk here.” I knew the answer to my question, someone her size has trouble moving anywhere, much less a “short” walk. Her rosy cheeks looked up at me, sweat glistening off them.

“It’s been getting.....harder to.....to.....move these days. You guys...have really.....fattened me....up.”

Anna was in the kitchen, snacking on some chips. Chelsea noticed her belly sticking out over her pants.

“Anna....you look like you’re....getting thicker these days.” She said this with a smile, not realizing the ramifications it would cause.
Anna was not happy.

“What did you just say, you fat cow?” She marched over to Chelsea, before pushing her over to the couch. “You’re the one who has put on almost 100 fuckin pounds, and you’re not even in your 20s yet!” Chelsea was shocked, and a little scared looking, glancing over at me with a look of “please help me.”

“Don’t you fuckin look at him! You’re gonna pay for what you said to me, and he’s not going to save you.” At this, she glared at me with a look I hadn’t seen in a while.

Now, I’m much stronger and taller than Anna, so I’m not worried about her physically hurting me. But she’s mischievous, and scheming, so I sat this one out. Or thought I would.

“Babe, let’s start this stuffing. You know what to get.” Her demeanor suddenly changed, back to the normally chiller mood. Strange, but I went and retrieved all the food and cakes we use.



Hours had gone by, and both Anna and Chelsea were naked in our king size bed, with Chelsea’s stomach tight and bloated, a sign of a relentless feeding from Anna. I had helped with the feeding, but more as an assistant, bringing more food every time the supply got lower. By the end, Chelsea could barely breathe, her eyes glazed over from the sugar crash and full stomach.

Anna then turned it on again.

“So you think you’re finished, fatso? You act like you did something, when we’ve had plenty of pigs eat that much and keep going.”

Chelsea once again looked at me, a worried expression forming. We normally stopped at this point, and transitioned over to a more sexual tone. The entire feeding was uneasy, a bad feeling in the air.

“Babe, go get the funnel. I think she can take more.” Now, while Chelsea was extremely fat and gluttonous, she hated being tube fed. Hated it so much, that she nearly has a panic attack from just seeing a funnel. Maybe she had a bad experience with another feeder, who knows. But at these words, panic set in.

“Anna, I don’t want to do that, I hate the funnel, I can eat more food just-“ a vicious slap rang across her face, Anna’s hand raised again for a second strike.

“You are our pig. You are going eat whatever I shove down your god damn throat. Maybe next time you call someone else fat, you look at yourself first.”

At this point, I stepped in. “Anna, babe, that’s not necessary, you’re scaring her. You know she-“

Without warning, she had moved over to me quickly, her hand moving towards my erection while the other pulled me in for a kiss. She started whispering things in my ear, things that made me not worry as much about what she was going to do to Chelsea.

With our pig struggling to get out of bed, but unable due to her enormous belly, I came heavily into Anna’s soft belly and rolls.

And just like that, I was going along with her probably wicked plan.