Chapter 2 - vicky

“Evening, Fat Boy!” called an overconfident and surprisingly loud voice from the hallway, making Doug laugh nervously. “You ready to get even fatter for me, Pig?” the girl asked again; speaking with an unmistakeably British accent. Jenny assumed, from the woman’s relaxed tone that she knew Doug well. Perhaps they had done this lots of times in the past, she wondered to herself. But as the door closed, she heard the girl exclaim aloud: “Shit, dude! You’re even fatter than I thought you’d be!”

Jenny stood up to meet the new girl but Doug’s massive body was, so far, blocking the sight of her. Then, when Doug finally starting making his blubbery way back into the lounge area, the beautiful girl was revealed: early twenties, like herself, just as fit and toned, but with more prominent muscle in her arms and legs. This girl clearly worked out a lot. She could have had any guy she wanted. Yet, like Jenny, she was here to play with a massive fat boy instead.

“This is Jenny,” Doug began explaining, but the girl had already spotted her and came straight over with her hand held out in greeting.

“Nice to meet you, Jenny,” the babe said politely. “I’m Vicky.” She cocked her head to point out Doug standing by them. “I think we’re going to have some fun tonight,” she smirked. “He looks like a proper porker, this one!”

Jenny nodded and forced a laugh. “Yeah, totally. I know… I know…” she mumbled awkwardly; poorly disguising how out of her depth she felt. Vicky’s extraverted manner only seemed to make her feel like even more of a failure at this.

“You ever had a guy as fat as this one?” Vicky asked her, taking off her backpack and removing her blouse as she spoke.

Jenny was a little stunned to see the girl undressing herself seconds after they had met, but she tried to focus on the question and avoid staring as Vicky’s awe-inspiring body was unveiled. “Um, no… not as big as Doug,” she replied awkwardly. In truth, she had only ever slept with a couple of people in the past.

“So, what is the biggest you’ve ever been with?” Vicky pressed, kicking off her knee-high boots, unbuckling her stylish belt and sliding down her skirt, along with her underwear. Her breasts looked large and enviously perfect, with hard nipples that showed just how aroused she was to be here.

Jenny tried not to look. “Um… around three hundred pounds,” she lied. She hadn’t even been with a guy who was half that size.

“Oh, yeah?” Vicky nodded, seeming pleased by the answer. “You’ll notice a big difference between that three hundred pound guy, and a four hundred pound pig, like this,” she pointed lazily at Doug, who looked like he was hanging off the girl’s every word. “When men get to this size, you know the appetite is there. You just have to push them right.”

She’d taken a bottle of oil from her backpack and was rubbing it onto her body, making her flawless skin and toned physique really pop. She finally turned her head to Doug briefly and nodded down at her own groin.

“Come on, Piggy,” Vicky teased. “On your knees. If you want feeding, that greedy little mouth of yours is going to need some warming up.”