chapter 4

It only took the old woman a few minutes to wave down a vacant taxi. Hobbling to the door, she opened it and turned to Delly, a mischievous grin on her face.

"After you, my dear," she said, with a sweep of her bony arm.

Warily, Delly walked over and entered the car. Well, her head and shoulders entered, that is; the rest of the fat girl was blocked by the gluttonous gut jammed inside the door, its many rolls bunched up against the sides, preventing her from getting all the way into the taxi.

No matter how hard Delly strained, there was no budging that mound of flesh. Her backside, raised temptingly in the air, quivered due to the exertion, much to the old woman's pleasure.

"Need some help there, Porky?" she snickered, eyes following every bounce and jiggle.

Delly panted. "Huff....yes....can't fit...."

The driver merely watched with a raised brow. He made no offer of assistance.

The old woman stood behind Delly, though she didn't do anything to help, not yet. She wanted to enjoy the show a little longer, and cause the overly plump girl some more humiliation.

Sensing the old woman standing right behind her sending a chill down her well-padded spine but doing nothing irritated Delly.

"Are you gonna help or not?"

The old woman placed a hand on her back, and watched with fascination (and hunger) at the way her thin hand sunk into the creamy light pink skin; the skin of a pig.

"You want my help, Porky, you must do something for me first," she told her.

"What?" Delly groaned.

A sinister smile was on the old woman's face. "Oink."

"......excuse me?"

"I want you to oink for me, fat girl, and then I'll find a way to pack all this pork into the car."

"You....you can't be serious?"

"I am quite serious. Now unless you want to continue making a spectacle of yourself, you'll start oinking."

Red-faced, Delly glanced at the driver, who didn't look particularly interested in the situation, but he wasn't looking away either.

This had to be the most humiliating day of her life. She swallowed, shut her eyes, and let out a soft, "Oink...."

"Couldn't hear you, Porky," the old woman called, fingering Delly's back fat.

Delly gritted her teeth and muttered, "Oink."

"Still not loud enough. If you won't be a good piggy then just kiss those cookies goodbye."

The sheer panic at the thought of not getting her precious cookies immediately overrode any embarrassment.

"Oink! Oink oink oink!" Delly shouted, not caring who else heard, as long as the old woman became satisfied and helped her get those cookies.

The old woman beamed as Delly continued to, literally, make a pig of herself in public. This was the best day of her life.

"Keep going, piggy," she ordered, and Delly complied.

"Oink, oink, oink, oink! Oink oink! Oink! Oink!" Each vehement oink was accompanied by vigorous movement from the stuck fatty, which caused all of her visible girth to quake.

The old woman's smile grew wider while she gazed down at all the mouth-watering fat jiggling away. One roll in particular looked so positively succulent that she couldn't stop herself from grabbing hold and pinching hard.

"OINK!" Delly howled at the unexpected pain.

The old woman, looking extremely pleased, patted Delly appreciatively on the back.

"That was wonderful, Porky, I think you're ready for the barnyard. Now, time for me to uphold my end of the deal...”

“Finally," Delly muttered…

"Be right back, Porky, need to get supplies..." Before the obese girl could respond, she dashed off to the convenience store across the street.

Delly groaned, frustrated at being left alone in her current predicament, and especially being left alone with the taxi driver, who kept staring at her with weird eyes--and did he just lick his lips?

It would be a great understatement to say that Delly was relieved at the old woman's return--even if her arrival involved slapping Delly's defenceless derriere and announcing to the crowd, "Time to butter the bacon!"

This caused her cheeks to grow even redder, which in turn increased the lecherousness of the driver's stare.

"Just hurry up and get it over with," Delly nearly shouted to the old woman.

"You got it, my pretty piggy," the old woman said with a smirk. From the plastic bag hanging on her thin arm, she pulled out one of the two jumbo sized containers of butter she had bought. Popping off the lid, she scooped a generous amount into her hand and gazed excitedly at the massive girl's backside.

Using her other hand to lift Delly's shirt up as far as it could go, the old woman began slathering her fat form with the butter. The more she rubbed and the more butter added made her mouth begin to water, and by the time Delly's sides were completely dripping drool was almost pouring out from her lips.

During this, there were many snickers and jeers from the crowd, including the sound of more photos being snapped.

Putting the now empty container back into the bag, she said, "All right, Porky, you're ready for the oven, so let's start pushin'."

Pressing her palms into the buttered up backfat, the old woman started pushing, and Delly simultaneously started straining to get herself all the way into the car. It took a good chunk of minutes to do it, but eventually, every obese inch of her managed to slide fully into the taxi.

Delly collapsed face first onto the seat, her body still jiggling all over from the strenuous task. The old woman entered behind her, and it was quickly realized that Delly took up almost the entire backseat with her blubber. This meant that the old woman would have to be pressed the right up against the fat girl to be able to.fit in the car--not that she minded this.

On the contrary, there was a predatory grin on her face. She pulled the other container of butter out of the bag.

"Gee, Porky, all that movement must have given you quite the appetite."

Forcing herself into a sitting position, Delly nodded, still slightly panting.

"Well, before we reach the bakery, how about a snack?" The old woman held out the butter, which Delly side-eyed at first, and made no move to take it. Then a large growl erupted from her stomach, and she snatched the container, ripped off the lid and started digging in.

The old woman waved a hand at the driver, her eyes locked onto the piggish girl stuffing herself with butter. "The bakery on Cutler street, stat."

The driver whistled, started the car, and off they went…