chapter 4

That’s right, you ***ing sow. Fill that belly. Take it all in. I know you want it. I’m going to pack you to the brim today.

Bacon grease shone on Alyssa’s right cheek. Nearly translucent in the mid-day light, it still caught Suzy’s eye and made her inwardly smile. Greasing the pig. She vaguely wondered if she might need to stock up in case the bloated cheerleader had to squeeze her heft through doorways. God, how’d she love to see that. If she only had more time, Suzy had no doubt she could make that idea a reality. Sadly, her days were limited. She slid the basket of onion rings closer with one perfectly manicured hand.

“How is it, my lady?” Suzy drew the final syllable out just slightly, ending with a perfect click of her tongue. She’d gotten used to the moniker over these past few weeks, but it still made her cringe.

Across from her, Alyssa ravaged a large bacon burger. She tore into the large beef patty with a hungry voracity, filling her mouth full of meat and cheese while occasionally plucking an onion ring from the pile in front of her. Alyssa didn’t respond with words. Instead, opting for a subdued grunt that quickly morphed into a meaty burp.

“Glad to hear it. I knew this strategy would pay off.”

This was a red letter day, plans had been laid nearly a week prior for this majestic event, and so far, everything seemed to be going off without a hitch. The real key was the perfect restaurant. Suzy had needed something remote, yet reachable, along with excellent serving staff. All were essential to the plan, and she found them in “Bun Huggers” - a smallish dive joint south of town. It smelled of grease, topped with the slightly bitter tinge of cigarettes. Huge portions served with all the standard staples of high calorie deliciousness. Desserts, denser and more layered than anything she’d ever seen. It was perfect. She’d called last week and spoke to the manager directly, a husky sounding woman by the name of Joanne, and asked how much renting the place out for a few hours would cost her. There was a silence followed by a lingering cough before Joanne answered back. Three grand. A ridiculous asking price, since Suzy had already guesstimated how much money the dive pulled in based on some quick research. In the end, they agreed on a grand. Three hours they’d have the place, staff, and equipment to themselves.

Alyssa was, as always, the other key to the event. Suzy knew if she was going to do this, she had to make sure it paid off. That meant getting as many calories in the porcine bitch as possible. Suzy needed that belly empty and ravenous upon arrival. This was easier said than done.

Alyssa’s constant snacking over the last number of weeks had only increased with her capacity. In fact, if truth be told, Suzy was having trouble keeping up with the corpulent cheerleader’s voracious needs. Alyssa, with a goal firmly lodged in her mind, had completely dedicated herself to reaching it. Her sole devotion seemed to have turned to her belly and keeping it filled to the brim. Of course, Suzy facilitated all of this, but even she was impressed with just how easy it was… there wasn’t any fight in the bloated pig at all. She’d expected Alyssa to cling to her former figure, maybe grieve its loss or slow down her consumption with the realization of its disappearance, but nothing of the sort had happened. She’d prepared for it even, filling her notebook with plausible explanations or go-to diversion tactics. But the cow had taken naturally to her gluttonous whims, and only further spiraled further out of control as time passed. It was a steady but constant progression marked with only one sure indicator: as Alyssa’s belly grew, so did her gluttony.

And, boy, how that tummy had grown…

Nicely rounded now, Alyssa’s prodigious pot seemed to enter rooms even before she did. It bulged past her fat tits, an impressive feat all on its own, but one compounded by the fact her ass had also done nothing but steadily grow under the constant supply of fattening milkshakes. There was no denying the effects of Suzy’s handiwork. The portly piglet had become voluptuous to the extreme, but now her pregnant-looking gut was beginning to completely overshadow her other exaggerated curves. All those sweets and pampered nights had paved the way to a rounded, seemingly bottomless sphere that Alyssa took great pride in feeding. The same taut, bulging tummy that, even now, was significantly straining the seams of her beleaguered pants, button and zipper pulled tight even as they slid down to rest under the shade of her jutting expanse.

Suzy had held her back for nearly a day in order to get her primed for this delicate occasion. An effort far easier said than done. By this point, the full-figured piggy was used to a near constant influx of fattening treats. The only time Alyssa wasn’t eating was when she was asleep, and Suzy had caught her several times dozing off mid-chew. Gorged to the point of food coma and still shoveling it in. She’d given herself completely into Suzy’s care, and the nebbish vixen was all but delighted to provide. After all, the more reliant Alyssa was on her, the more food she could cram down the gluttonous heifer’s gullet. The main hook of her plan was firmly embedded, but trying to explain to a hungry sow you’ve been feeding at the trough religiously for months now why they should wait and not fill up was adding up to nothing but pure aggravation.

The day had progressed slowly. Alyssa’s complaining painted the backdrop of Suzy’s activities. Despite the appetite suppressants placed in her milkshake the night before, the pampered cow whined nonstop. It clearly hadn’t been enough. Suzy underestimated the dose or the fat pig’s belly was just that much greedier. Suzy had stuck to her guns though, withholding extra portions and making sure Alyssa was ravenous by the time they pulled into the parking lot. The porcine cheerleader practically knocked her down on the way in, belly grumbling loudly like a long starved creature. The stage was set; work handled. All there was now was to sit back and enjoy the show.

Alyssa’s wooden chair creaked with every slight movement. Something she seemed to take pride in as she finished the second giant burger in front of her and smugly smiled at Suzy. This was also planned. Most of the seating at Bun Huggers was booth based, and Suzy knew better than to risk that. She’d requested a table before they’d arrived. Between the corpulent sow’s appetite and the growth of her ballooning belly, she didn’t want to risk Alyssa getting stuck, or her dinner interfered with as her belly dented into the table’s edge. No, that wouldn’t do at all.

And so it went. Their waitress, a tiny blonde, was excellent - sweet, doting, and judgement free. She moved swiftly as she brought another plate of onion rings to the table. She’d been promised a large tip for her service and was keenly working on getting it. The other workers busied themselves in the kitchens or spent their time cleaning the dining area, where they could casually bat an eye at the greedy girl intent on eating them out of business.

Another burger? Another tick in the notebook.

A soda refill? Excellent.

More fries? Numbers added to the calorie count.

Alyssa finished every plate put before her and relished each new dish that was brought out in its stead. A constant parade of sinful gluttony. She worked through three full burgers and several appetizers before leaning back with a satisfied, sheepish grin on her face. Her eyes had glazed over, breaths coming in shallower gulps. Suzy heard the familiar creak of the cow’s chair as she spread her legs to allow her overloaded dome more room to drop and expand. She hiccupped and groaned.

“You were right. This was worth the wait.” One greasy hand rubbed the bulging curve of her groaning gut as it jutted outward over her straining pants. She was taking a quick breather, letting things settle, and Suzy knew she would want something sweet soon. “I’m going to tell Blondie to bring some early dessert. Just a little something to finish me off.”

On no, you fucking pig. If I’ve gone to all this trouble, we aren’t leaving until your fat gut is so precariously stuffed it threatens to fucking burst.

“I figured you might ask and so I had them whip up a little surprise for you.” Alyssa perked up at the news, adjusting her ample ass to the sound of another soft chair creak.

Suzy motioned to the server who made her way to the table, pad in hand. A quick whisper and nod later, she departed, and Suzy glanced over the table with a saccharine grin. She’d been building to this for nearly two weeks. A plan coming together perfectly was an almost orgasmic high, and as the kitchen door behind them belted open and the sound of rusty, shrill wheels filled the restaurant, Suzy could barely hold back her laughter. Indeed, she had to bite her tongue.

As the two back room kitchen staff slowly wheeled the milkshake mixing machine around, Alyssa’s eyes grew wide with excitement. She recognized it. How could she not? The machine was massive, easily the size of a soda machine, and it was filled with three different flavors of the already made frozen treat. Each with its very own hose for easy pouring access. Not that there would be much pouring. No. They lugged the device to a heavy stop next to their table and were rewarded by a few excited claps from Alyssa, who bounced in her chair from excitement.

Now, let’s just see how much I can pump into that bottomless pig gut of yours…

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