Breeder feeder

chapter 7

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7

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Our plan was that for a couple days we would just let them get used to each other from their cages, opening the wall on the days where we weren't starving her, but keeping her and Dloffic physically separated for now. We'd open the cages to each other when we fed her first thing in the morning, though neither of us tried to feed her ourselves anymore, letting her eat just what she felt like after, though of course after with app-stims and after the previous day of minimal-calorie feed.

The first time she'd seemed very shy when she realized he'd be allowed to see her as she ate. Good that we'd primed her so well to be hungry, or she may not have eaten even a bite. As it was, she only ate a few, and in the corner facing away from him. But when she looked over her shoulder, she saw him standing there, watching her, and her pupils dilated again. He slowly raised his own food to his mouth and ate it, standing next to the cage wall across from her, and smiled gently down at her, a kind smile, and the first smile I'd seen from him, as if trying to encourage her to relax. She'd grinned back the instant he'd smiled, involuntarily, but then immediately stopped her smile and turned away again, a blush of pink across her cheeks. I could see though, as her lips twisted back to an involuntary grin as she ate a few more bites of feed. Dloffic just watched her intensely, growing slightly tumescent as she ate, and when she hiccupped a little his member pulsed.

On Carl's advice, we'd taken the rest of her food, most of what we'd brought, when she stopped eating, and closed the wall again. She looked angry and moaned in frustration, but mostly just stood for a while staring at where Dloffic had been, and then went and sat down on her pillows. Her stomach gurgled audibly, and Dloffic, who could hear her though not see her, turned his head at it. She still looked very hungry.

By the time we raised the screen for dinner, her demeanor had changed. We fed Dloffic first, setting his high protein feed before the wall of his pen facing hers, and he seemed to know exactly what was about to happen, eating only small bites and watching the wall intensely.

Sweetcheeks was standing by the entrance and crowded us as we came in to her pen, ready to snatch the platters out of Carl's hands, and I had to hold her back with my arm. I raised the wall between the cages and she balked only a moment this time, recoiling back into herself shyly as she saw Dloffic sitting there only a few feet away, before immediately being overcome. She was ravenous, and couldn't hold back.

We set her high-fat high-carb feed before the cage wall across from where Dloffic sat, and then pulled a mesh screen around it with a small entrance for her to crawl through. She knew exactly what it meant, and she whined, pleading, shuffling from foot to foot gingerly and making large eyes at us and opening and closing her mouth.

"No, Sweetcheeks. You need to eat in there, or you won't eat at all," Carl said.

I cocked my head and put a hand on his shoulder, staying. "Come on little pig, it's okay, there's nothing to be afraid of, Dloffic likes you, he's not going to hurt you, and we'll be right here. The food is all in there, just crawl down," I rested my hand on her small shoulder and gently lead her to her knees, "and in," and she did, and Carl gently swatted her full-cheeked bottom for good measure, jiggling it as she squeaked and quickly crawled the rest of the way in.

We closed the door as she extended a hand, but she didn't whine, just pouted at us. I pointed to Dloffic, Carl to her food, and she turned to Dloffic, who was sitting there watching her. Dloffic gestured with some food, and moved it toward his mouth, indicating to her to eat. She scowled at him a little.

"Damn, she really is a stubborn one," said Carl, smirking.

"Willful," I said.

But her scowl twisted back to a pout, and then her pout twisted as she stared at again at the food, her focus pulled to it by her growling tummy, and Dloffic himself looked a bit pained, and frowned at her discomfort. But she picked up some food and glanced at Dloffic before looking down with her head turned and eating small bites. He watched her, and a small involuntary smile crept across her lips again as she ate. He cooed at her, a strange sound I'd never heard before, not unpleasant, but throaty and soft, and her ears perked up and she looked at him, no expression evident that I could see, but her eyes wide at him, and he resumed eating himself. She watched him for a minute, her breathing deepening, before being torn back by her hunger and resuming eating, now ravenously as she truly felt. Over the course of barely a minute she lost control, going from a few small bites to tearing off hunks of food with both hands and stuffing it in her mouth, barely chewing beforing swallowing and already reaching for more. We watched in stunned silence for a few minutes as she covered her thin bare body in sauces and crumbs, pieces of cake and animal fat falling off her cheeks and chin and small dainty breasts to land on her slim legs and wide hips, and she leaned over and ate the faster, on all fours now, and began eating directly from the platter with her mouth.

"And a pig is born," said Carl.

This was what she'd been trying to avoid, I realized, and my heart tore a little for her, but there was nothing for it, all the effective-starvation and appetite stimulants taking full effect.

Her thick bottom was now in the air, wiggling as she scarfed her feed, and Dloffic had his head cocked way to the side, as if in stun. Carl gestured at me and pointed to Dloffic's lap, where he'd about doubled in size, and was almost throbbing.

Dloffic moaned involuntarily, a deep sound, and Sweetcheeks looked up, and I feared instantly that the spell would be broken. But instead of stopping, recoiling, trying to hide, she just stared back into his eyes, his head now upright and looking right into her, and she lowered her gaze to his lap, and bit the inside of her lip slightly, a small moan escaping her. She looked back at his face, and he smiled, a different, intense smile, and she slowly turned back to her food, watching him with the corner of her eye, and resumed eating from the platter on the floor, her hands supporting her as her nose wrinkled in the pile of food. She watched him watching her, and kept eating. And eating. Eating more than I'd ever seen her eat before.

"She is showing off! Hahaha," I said.

Carl shooshed me, grinning, and pointed to just below her full bottom, to her exposed vulva. Even from where we stood it was clearly wet, perhaps even soaking wet, the moisture glistening and even running just a little onto her slim thigh.

When she had eaten her fill, and then some probably, she sat back and rubbed her tummy. Dloffic was watching her, and slowly reached down to his thick rod and stroked it, though not as if masturbating, but again, like with the food, as if prodding her, telling her to let go, that she was okay. And she watched him back. And she watched. And the flush in her cheeks spread to a blush, and that spread down to her chest above her petite breasts and small, round, pink, and now tensing nipples. And she reached down her own hand, slowly, biting her lip again as she watched him. And through the food coating her, she touched her mons, her clit, brushed her fingers against her vulva. And she shivered, bobbing her head and smirking and let out a small giggle before pulling back her hand and rubbing her legs together. She stretched and yawned and smiled at Dloffic. She lay down facing him, and he stopped holding himself. She frowned though at that, and her face made an expression I'd seen many times before, of thinking hard, and she slowly moved her hand down again and wrapped it around her vulva between her thighs, though didn't move her fingers, and he resumed holding his cock, and smiled back.

She was asleep in just a couple minutes, and we let Dloffic watch over her, leaving the wall raised out of the way.

"Well that went very well," my partner said. "I think it might just behoove us to strike while the iron is hot, what do you say?"

I hesitated only a moment. He was right, the chemistry was palpable, and the best bonding for APs occurred if the pre-bond was fast and efficacious.

"Yep."


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