Chapter 23 - the final victory

By the time the feeders arrived that night, Jenny was suitably full enough to be a sluggish eater. Usually, she ate with speed and gusto. But, tonight it was hard and laborious. The usual pace was lost and Mike sighed a little from the lack of appetite Jenny seemed to have.

Now that it had been pointed out to her, Jenny noticed the extra thickness around Mike’s middle; forming a definite roll as he sat there, watching her eating. If there really was such a thing as ‘Rule Number One’, Mike was breaking it. The slower Jenny was eating, the more Mike seemed to be picking at the treats on offer; seemingly out of mindless inattention.

However, if Mike had been bored, the other two feeders were anything but. Vicky and Kerry stood there watching Mike trying to feed Jenny; their eyes travelling over his plumper rear and smirking each time the guy obliviously put more and more into his mouth.

Going by the look on Kerry’s face, she’d come to the same wicked conclusion as Vicky had, and she was loving every second of watching Mike in action.

“You were very good at that,” Kerry smiled at Mike afterwards, slapping him on his broad back. “You certainly know how to feed a fatty!” Her tone was so over-enthusiastic and keen; easy to tell that she was being rather cunning.

“Thanks!” Mike smiled back obliviously.
“We should do this more often,” Kerry suggested. “We could feed fat girls together. With two of us there, we could really make their guts swell up!”

Mike considered the idea and nodded in approval. “Yeah, I think I’d like that.”

“Good. Leave it with me,” Kerry grinned, slinging her arm over Mike’s shoulder as they started to make their way out of the apartment. “I’ve got some great ideas for things we could do together…”

Vicky’s eyes were full of mischief as the pair slipped out. For the first time, Jenny could see into the mind of a real feeder: cunning, devious and calculating. She knew that the next time she saw Mike, the handsome man would already be on his way to becoming everything that she was now. It was the reason why Jenny had always been a hopeless feeder herself. She could never see the potential like Vicky could. She didn’t have that ruthless instinct.

Vicky slipped onto her knees and kissed Jenny’s bloated tummy in much the same she always worshipped it whenever she was so swollen like this. However, tonight it felt more erotic than ever before.

“I want to get so fat for you,” Jenny mumbled, despite how stuffed she felt.

“I know,” Vicky whispered back gently, placing kiss after kiss around Jenny’s deep, oiled-up belly button.

“No… I don’t think you do,” Jenny implored. She felt so turned on and there was a powerful urge inside of her now; a need to grow like never before. “I want to be fatter than any of the guys we ever fed together. I want to be pure lard!” For the first time in her life, she was contemplating the really massive numbers: Five hundred pounds… six hundred… Seeing first-hand what Vicky was really capable of really made her feel it: that urge to submit; to become the girl’s dream pig.

Vicky simply smiled again. “I know,” she nodded.

Somehow, the mild mannered response was more erotic than anything else Vicky could have said at that moment. Maybe she really did know exactly how Jenny felt. Maybe this whole thing had been part of it. She’d allowed Jenny to see the most wicked and devious side of herself to make her want to give herself up even more. It was simply the next stage of Jenny’s evolution.

“Now, Piggy…” Vicky whispered, reaching behind her for one of the leftover doughnuts and holding it up to Jenny’s face. “…I know you’ve been thoroughly stuffed tonight, but… I think there might be just a little room left for some more…”

Jenny inhaled. Her stomach was ready to burst, but she needed this. She needed more. Then, nodding obediently, she opened her jaws and allowed the tasty treat to fall into her salivating, obedient mouth.