chapter 5

Despite the incredible amount of food already residing in her globular tummy, Alyssa’s eyes lit up as a large red glass was placed on the table before her. It had barely come to rest before the porky chubster snatched it up and jammed it under the nearest spigot. The machine emitted a steady, overriding hum that seemed to coalesce in the air, drowning out everything around them. Even the traffic outside dimmed and ceased to be under the metallic roar of the great silver beast.

Suzy watched the servers depart with restrained glee. This was it. The culmination of her long planning and foresight. It all led to this. She had brought the calories to Alyssa, now to just get them in her. ALL of them.

“No wonder you had me practically starve myself! If I’d know this is what you had planned I wouldn’t of given you such a hard time.” Alyssa took a long gulp of chocolate milkshake. Her cheeks bulged outward and a smidgen of brown milk trickled out from the corner of her lips and tumbled down her chin. She didn’t bother to wipe it away.

“I wanted to give you a pleasant surprise. Something to remember, since you’ve been doing so well these past few weeks.” Suzy stopped to jot something in her black notebook. “I think you’ve got a chance to defeat Christine.”

“Chance!? You kidding? It won’t even be close.” Alyssa upended the glass, patting the bottom so that the rest of the thick chocolate cream ran down her gullet. She brought the cup back down upon the table with a sharp burp. “So good… What weight is Christine at? She isn’t bigger than me, is she?”

There were two essential motivational tools that Suzy had learned to hold sway over Alyssa’s gluttony. The first component was that of competition. Alyssa would do anything to beat her nemesis, Christine. Anything. Their relationship blossomed and grew in hatred. A long-standing feud that, much like Alyssa herself, had continued to spread and grow with time. The reasons were simple enough. Love, jealousy, and betrayal. All of which would prove useful here. Blunt, necessary instruments, each providing just enough leverage in hopes to stuff a few more calories in the pig cunt’s bottomless gut.

This topic of conversation couldn’t of come at a better time.

This wasn’t the first time Suzy had been asked this question. It was near daily at this point. Alyssa constantly looked for ways to size up her competition. Her ham-handed attempts at fishing for information were both tiresome and frustrating, but this DID provide a way to gain more of her trust. It was also an excellent catalyst in getting the plumping porker to cram more into her strained tummy. That was a currency worth striving for, at least for now.

Suzy closed her book, setting it aside, and leaned forward on her elbows. “Why, my lady, you know I’m not supposed to be dishing out information on other contestants. That would be heavily against the rules…” And she paused here, watching as the expected sneer diffused across Alyssa’s face. “But… I’m willing to turn a blind eye to the rules… if it’ll give you a tiny edge.”

Alyssa nodded eagerly. “Go on… whose heavier? Its gotta be me, right? Not a chance she’s beating me.”

Suzy gently plucked the glass from Alyssa’s fingers and placed it under the nearby vanilla spigot. The loud droning once again filled the air, and Suzy raised her voice to compensate. “She’s got a slight upper hand on you. About ten pounds. But I think you can catch up with a few good meals.” The machine’s hum lulled to a stop as the cup’s fattening contents reached the glass’s rim. Suzy pushed her glasses back up her nose and slid the cup back into the porky girl’s hand.

“What?! You can’t be serious?”

“I am. As of last night’s metrics, she’s slightly ahead of you.” Suzy put on a dour look, capping it with a final weak smile for added effect. Presentation was everything.

“That’s bullshit! What’s that cunt doing that I’m not!” The silverware gave a brief jump as Alyssa’s fist came down on the table. “She’s gotta be cheating somehow. I don’t know. Is she being monitored like me? Does she have someone like you watching what she does?” The porcine cheerleader was getting visibly upset. Good. Fanning those flames would translate into feeding her swollen gut.

“I can assure you she does and everything is being held to the strictest rule set, but you need to up your game. We’ve gotta get those calories in you if you are going to pull ahead.”

Alyssa scowled, “***.” She lifted the chilled glass to her lips and guzzled the viscous liquid with all pretense abandoned.

Perfect. The scene was set. Now that bitch Christine better follow through with her text. The more Suzy could rile her up, the better. All that emotional energy would be have to go somewhere.

Halfway through the current milkshake, the text came, causing Alyssa to jump at the sudden squawking of her phone. She glanced down at it, eyes scrolling through the words with fevered haste. There it was. Perfect timing, Christine. For once.

Alyssa’s face rapidly twisted into a rage. “Oh fuck no, no, that absolute bitch. You see this shit?” She placed the phone on the table and roughly sent it skittering across the table amongst the mass of empty plates and napkins. Christine’s text sat illuminated on the screen.

You’re going to lose this contest to me, just like you lost Jake. I should thank you though, he was a good fuck, tad small, but I don’t know what I expected when it comes to your choice in men.

How decisive. A tad overkill, but it was to be expected. Suzy glanced at the time. Christine was late, nearly six minutes behind schedule. Unacceptable. Having an unreliable cunt for a partner was rapidly diminishing Suzy’s flagging patience. Nevertheless, at least she had sent it. Suzy shook her head and acted pained as she slid the phone back to its owner, who quickly shoved it aside.

“Ten pounds? That’s what you said, right? I’m ten pounds behind.”

Suzy nodded, face kept purposefully neutral. She opened her black book in preparation, carefully placing the pen so that it rested between the pages.

“Fine, bitch wants a contest, I’ll give her one.” Alyssa heaved herself up. Her actions exaggerated and forceful. It was immediately clear she was absolutely furious.

This was a risk. Suzy had hoped to push Alyssa to the edge, but NOT over. She may have overplayed her hand. Too much anger would end badly, as Alyssa’s temper was well known to be… substantial.

It was around this time the first plate fell to the floor with a resounding shatter. The others followed it in rapid succession as Alyssa swept the table with one grandiose motion of her arm. Suzy’s black book followed suit, landing with a tiny thud among the debris of napkins and glass shards. The calm, bespectacled girl made no effort to save it, instead opting to simply observe the spectacle.

Even as the kitchen staff poked their heads out from the back, the former cheerleader hoisted herself up on the table, full belly and tits jiggling with the concentrated effort. Her shirt had ridden up with the meal, revealing a plump band of flesh. Alyssa plopped down on the tabletop, bringing her knees under her and leaning back with a smug grin plastered on her red face. With a forceful slide forwards, she slid her head backwards and in place under the multitude of milkshakes spigots, stopping momentarily as one hand came to rest on the tap’s handle leering over her upturned lips.

Suzy couldn’t help but smile as Alyssa’s plump hand turned the knob and the deafening hum of the motors once again filled the room. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion, but Suzy leaned back in her seat and crossed her arms. The plan had been successful. Now it was going to be a matter of getting the pig slut home after all this. For now, though, she was going to enjoy the fruit of her labors.

Alyssa’s legs kicked outward in an effort to slide her plush body forward a bit more as she maneuvered her mouth directly under the incoming rush of chocolate milkshake. The flow came quickly, already mixed and ready. It gushed forth in a steady stream of sugar and fat.

Straight into Alyssa’s waiting mouth.

The already semi-gorged vixen moaned as she swallowed, throat rapidly gulping to keep up with the pace of the gravity fed concoction as it steadily trickled down. Her already *quite* full belly stuck up, distended in the air like an over-filled fleshy balloon. And where Alyssa’s shirt was already pulled taut, vainly trying to contain her, the plush piggy’s jeans were in even more dire straits. Having packed away several large burgers and sides already, the struggling denim waistband was folding in on itself, forced down by the massive tidal wave of flesh that threatened to burst the dam at any moment. The button quivered with strain. The zipper grating lower as the mounting pressure continued to increase.

It was the single most gluttonous act Suzy had ever witnessed. A vengeance obsessed girl suckling at the steel nipple of some robotic god. All restraints forgotten. All filters cast aside until only one pure motive remained.

YES! Stuff yourself, you fucking cow. Pack that belly. Gorge until you can’t see straight.

Alyssa’s moans were becoming louder and more sexual. She’d lifted her head up slightly and now had her lips tightly wrapped around the spigot itself, her eyes having rolled back as she gobbled more chocolate into herself. One of her manicured hands still resided on the spigot’s handle, but now the other maneuvered down to her rapidly filling tummy. Alyssa felt its tightness, caressed it, before working one finger underneath her creaking waistband. She let out an almost guttural groan, pulling the waistband away from her sensitive skin before losing her grip and letting it snap back against her flesh with a meaty thwack.

Piggy’s feeling the pinch.