Chapter 2 - samantha the liar

You gasp for air as your clit is being teased by my thumb and my index finger slowly slides in and out of your soaking we pussy, making you squirm is my favorite thing about feeding time. “How does this feel my love?” I ask as I slowly slide in a second finger, you can only respond with another loud burp followed by a loud orgasmic moan. Your legs quake and quiver making your fat thighs jiggle like jello that has been dropped onto the plate. “What a cute fatty.” I coo as you come all over my fingers, I then suck on one of my fingers and smile and puts the other finger in your mouth allowing you to taste your own sweet juices. “You taste so delicious my love, now its time to rest and let all that food turn to heavy and squishy fat for master to play with.” I whisper into your ear and quickly kissing your cheek. “sleep well.” I leave you on the bed to relax and fall asleep, as you sleep I am busy preparing for your next feast in four hours. You awaken to the smell of pies, cakes and cinnamon rolls, as you struggle to get out of your bed you look into the mirror across from the bed to see your once athletic and muscular body melted away. No one would ever believe this is you now, you came to my house three months ago. Little did you know you would never have any intention to ever leave my home and go back to that gym you loved so much. You used to be able to see six hard as rock abs, which are now replaced by a small pot belly that is already starting to sag, as you turn in front of the mirror you eye what once was your fit and toned ass, now is ballooned out and starting to form a small shelf upon thighs that look like someone had taken an air pump and puffed up your thighs. The cute dimples in the fat make you all giddy, but you have no idea why this new fat of yours is making you so happy. Your self observance is interrupted by the sound of the door flying open with a large rolling cart covered in sweet and tempting treats. “Hello sleeping beauty, are you ready for more food?” Your belly lets out a low gurgling growl as if responding on its own, you have no idea what time it is for there are no windows or clocks in your room and you have been fed constantly since you arrived. All you know is that you are now a prisoner of your lust, my loving hands and your now insatiable hunger. “Yes, I am starving.” you exclaim surprised and embarrassed for your enthusiasm at what could be your captor or your savior, but in all fairness you feel like you haven't eaten for days you reason with yourself. “Is he lacing my food with appetite stimulants?” you ask yourself as you sit back down on your bed which gives a small bounce from the super soft mattress your master has gracefully given you. I lean down to kiss your forehead, “My, my your a curious one aren't you? Thinking about running away after all the delicious food I prepared for you?” I coyly state as I waft a warm gooey cinnamon roll under your nose; you attempt to resist the temptation of the delicious treat until your belly rumbles angrily that it isn't filled yet betraying your resolve as your face softens and you shake your head. “N..no master, I am your piggy.” you respond sounding defeated at your own inability to withstand even the smell of food.

I push you down onto the bed kissing your lips with mine pushing my tongue past yours twirling them together as one hand slides down to your clit again teasing it like last night. “Then I suggest we start with getting you properly filled out my sweet porcine pig.” I growl in your ear as I cuff your left wrist to the bed frame followed by the right wrist, you struggle to move your arms from the cuffs a blush starting to form across your face, one you have not felt in many ages since your last boyfriend broke up with you for being too fat. Now you find yourself blushing at this strange mans forceful feedings and loving every second of it, you know you shouldn't be turned on but you are wet and throbbing below. Your brought back to your senses as you smell the sweet smell of a cinnamon roll underneath your nose, you eagerly take a big bite and moan from the sugar and butter content of the cinnamon roll. “omph my gawd” you mutter beneath your breath between bites as your eyes roll back in pleasure and hunger sets in making you devour cinnamon roll after cinnamon roll. “What a good pig, you are doing my job for me. At this rate you will be too dumb and fat to ever speak or move again. Wont you pig?” “Oink, Oink.” is all you can mutter between mouthfuls of food and moans of intense pleasure. Rubbing your belly I give you a prod only to get a loud burp from what would be the depths of a bottomless pit. “Omph, master n..no more im too full.” you protest in agony as your belly bulges outward like a boulder between your legs. “You aren't done yet princess.” I chuckle as I pull out something from behind the bed your eyes hazed over giving me the glossy blue eyed stare you can make out what looks like a tube and possible cone shape, you aren't given much time to analyze before you feel a tube slide down your throat. Your eyes open wide in panic but each movement you make to struggle against this tube makes your stomach shift, so you quickly resolve on not moving and watching my evil face as I grin from ear to ear. “You will now be taking part of my new feedee gainer shake, think of it like.. your muscles but now its soft and squishy, and you can move less and less over time. “mmph mmmph” is all you can mumble before you feel a cold thick liquid starting to fill the expanse of what is left of your tummy. Your belly creaks and moans and now feels oddly hot for being filled with something as cold as ice, you squirm trying to get away from the tube, but to no avail your stuck and feeling your belly expand with each drop poured into your belly. “That's it drink up you PIG” You see a smirk cross my face more sinister than you have ever seen, you soon feel the tube being removed in which your body responds with trying to keep everything down. “w...why would you. d..do this?” you cry between painful breaths. In a growling almost demonic voice I whispered in your ear“Because my dear Samantha, you are the cause of my suffering and hatred when you cheated on me for that Richard. Who I am sure you remember him, he was my best friend. You lied and cheated on me, and this is what liars and cheaters get Samantha.” Then I turned away and walked out the door locking it behind me. The cuffs unlatch themselves from your wrist, as your hands fly to your belly for some hopeful relief. Left there in the dimmed lit room an aching belly that inhibits you from moving and the smell of pies still on the table tempting you when you hear your belly groan from pain and discomfort.