Chapter 19 - vicky victorious

It only took a little more effort on those Friday nights with the feeders, and Jenny was amazing each and every one of them with her outstanding capacity for food. The feeling was really rather enjoyable too; the tight stretch across the abdomen, and becoming so bloated that Jenny thought she might struggle to stand up. The male and female feeders that Vicky chose were nothing short of breath-taking; each one more devilish and wicked than the last. They didn’t hold back when it came to feeding her, or calling her out on what a fat pig that she had become. They would grab and jiggle her fat, as if they owned it entirely; unafraid to inflate Vicky’s ego by telling her what an amazing job she was doing in fattening her up. For Vicky remained the alpha female, no matter who was joining them for the evening. The feeders knew that they touched and fed Jenny, only with Vicky’s permission; none of them ever daring to suggest that they do any more than that.

“Shit, Vicky! What they fuck have you been feeding this pig?” laughed Mike the next time he came over a few months later. Even before he’d had chance to greet and kiss Jenny, it was already apparent that the sexy guy had developed quite a bulge in his crotch.

Vicky smiled proudly. “I’ve almost got her up to 250lbs,” she shot back, boasting. “I’m aiming for two-eighty by Halloween.”
Mike’s eyes took in the shape of Jenny, like it was an unnatural phenomenon to grow so dramatically, and so quickly. Jenny could completely understand. The fat was everywhere on her now; pure blubber filling her breasts, bloating her neck and upper arms; swelling her wide butt and pushing out her flabby stomach, whilst slowing her down in everything that she chose to do.

“Mmm! Let’s start with these cookies,” Mike smiled, holding up the plate to feed them to Jenny. He took one himself and nodded approvingly.

Jenny couldn’t help pulling a face.

“Actually, Jenny isn’t keen on those,” Vicky jumped in. “Maybe we should start with something else?” she suggested.

Mike shrugged, taking another couple for himself before he set the plate down again. “Alright!” he grinned. “Open up, Pig Girl! It’s time to make us proud!”

After Mike had gone home that evening, Jenny couldn’t miss seeing the satisfied smirk on Vicky’s face, as she sat, beached, watching Vicky clearing away the plates and dishes. “What are you so happy about?” she asked suspiciously.

“Nothing,” Vicky replied wickedly, telling an obvious lie. “I just had a hunch and now I’m pretty certain that I was right.”

Jenny looked at the empty plate Vicky was holding; the one that had contained those cookies that she hadn’t liked. “You didn’t buy those awful cookies by accident, did you?”

Vicky shook her head in a very non-committal way. “Let’s just say… sometimes Mike reminds me a lot of you when we first started hanging out together.”

Jenny’s tight belly was hurting too much for her to probe much further. But Vicky was up to something. Of that, Jenny was certain.