Chapter 2

Violet was a sticky, crying mess by the time the donation jar was full. She laid back in the chair, spreading out as much as possible. Her enormous gut stuck out proudly from her middle, distended to the point that she no longer had distinguishable rolls of fat. Instead, she had been filled so much that every available space was taken up, giving her belly the appearance of a hard ball. She felt as though her skin was splitting apart, bursting from the pressure of thousands of calories. She wouldn’t have been surprised if the crowd could witness the pretty red and purple stretch marks forming as they raked down the sides of her belly and crowned her navel.

She had expected to be painfully stuffed. She had anticipated how tired and uncomfortable she would be by the end of the night. But she had been woefully unprepared to be stretched to the point where she was trembling from the aching pressure in her gut. She felt almost light headed from breathing so shallowly and she was struggling to keep all the food down. She could feel the last donut sitting right below her esophagus, rebelling against the swallows that forced it down. She had imagined her limits, had thought she reached them in the past, but this was truly the point where she was maxed out.

Club goers were gathered around her. There had been a bet going on how much more she could eat. Her feeder bet she could finish everything on the table, and so she kept swallowing down each new bite despite the pain it caused. She couldn’t let him down.

The teasing comments reached her and hands were all over her, but she couldn’t concentrate to figure out who was speaking and who was petting her.

“Reminds me of a beached whale,” one said.

“Won’t be long until you need help lifting that gut out of the way just to ***.”

“This body is ruined forever. You’ll never be anything other than a pretty pet pig after this,” another said, close to her ear.

“She might actually pop,” a woman said, with a hint of concern in her voice.

Her feeder bent down and gently brushed the tears away from her cheeks. “Such a good girl,” he murmured. “Have you finally gotten enough to eat, Violet?”

She nodded, unable to speak while she was so out-of-breath. He put a big hand on her belly, right over where she was the most full and round. He pressed flat and shook her fat. Or at least, he attempted to. She was so stuffed that her belly had almost no jiggle. It moved in slow, heavy bounces of solid fat. He slapped the ball of lard, testing the feel and sound. He looked up to the group of Violet’s admirers, saying, “Come get a feel of this ballooning hog belly.”

One by one they came up to play with her belly. Some gave teasing pats, some gave gentle rubbing strokes, while others gave rough, punishing slaps. The tight skin of her gut quickly became a warm shade of pink. It hurt, but it also made her pussy throb with need. She was helpless under her heavy, stuffed belly, which made her simultaneously feel like a worshiped goddess of gluttony and a naughty pet pig being punished for her greed.

Her feeder enlisted the help of a few of the stronger looking people to get her to her feet. It took her feeder and three others to haul up her heavy body. She whimpered as she finally felt the full weight of her gut hanging at her thighs. The top of her belly strained as the large apron of fat pulled her stomach down farther than it ever had been before. Her knees and lower back painfully protested her change in position.
More tears formed as she took a few steps, her gut wobbling back and forth with the movement. She clutched her belly, trying in vain to put less of a strain on her back by keeping it more stable.

“Poor piggy,” Her feeder said, grabbing her arm to stop her. “That’s way too much for you to carry on your own. Let us help you.”

He bent down so that she could reach his shoulders and then wrapped her arm around his neck. She did the same to the man on her other side. Both men reached a hand under the shelf of her lower belly and lifted, holding her stomach out almost as an offering. It was a small bit of relief for her aching joints, but Violet quickly realized that the act was much less about easing her pain and more about putting her on display–making her stuffed, obese body a spectacle for her feeder’s enjoyment.

The three slowly made their way to the back, stopping at regular intervals for club patrons to gawk and tease her. They praised her feeder for stuffing her into a round, wheezing porker. As she was paraded through Unleashed, those who had helped to fill her up trailed behind. Violet’s heart pounded, her pussy nearly dripping from how turned on she was.

A small group had congregated in the back of the club. They were drinking and watching a man being flogged on a St. Andrew’s cross. Thankfully, the large private bathroom was unoccupied. There was a large black leather bench stationed on the left side of the room. Local regulations prohibited any form of penetration in the club, but the members got around the rule by using the private bathroom (which was almost never used for its intended purpose). It was an open secret that the bench was used for sex and the club owners didn’t interfere as long as people were discreet.

Violet’s feeder and his volunteer steered her into the bathroom and sat her on the bench, causing her tits and belly to bounce dramatically. The bench creaked loudly under her weight. She hoped that the furniture didn’t break beneath her, but the thought that it might sent a thrill down her spine.

Her feeder walked to the doorway and leaned against it while having a quick word with the people who lingered outside. The other man didn’t leave as she had anticipated. He smiled shyly at her before his eyes traced the deep red marks crossing up and down her belly.

“Those really are sexy,” He said.

“You can touch them, if you want,” She replied, leaning back on the bench with her palms flat against the leather. The position pushed her belly out further, showing off the hard roundness of her stuffing.
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You know,” the man said, rubbing wide circles over her stomach, “I’ve never been into the whole feeding thing, but you…you’ve got me hard as a rock. Watching you let all those people fatten you up, watching you get off on being made heavier and more helpless…You’ve opened up a whole new world for me.”

“Thank you,” Violet said, flushing with pride. She tilted her hips forward and bounced her gut on her thighs, putting on a show for him. She loved that she could make someone who had never been a feedist aroused by her gluttony. It was almost as much of a turn on for her as her very public stuffing. He swallowed hard and crouched on the floor, putting him at eye level with her belly. He put both hands on her swollen gut and squeezed. A deep groan left his throat.

Her feeder entered the room then, a smirk on his face. Violet stilled. They had agreed that she would be touched and fed by others tonight, but she worried that he would find this too intimate. She was his and he could be very protective of her.

But she had nothing to fear. He simply cupped her cheek in his big hand, gently brushing her bottom lip with his thumb. “I love seeing you worshiped, Violet. You deserve to have people fall at your feet.”

The man before her slowly ran his hands from where they rested on her belly to caress her thick thighs. He got to his feet, giving her a smile and throwing a wink at her feeder. Then, he moved to make room for the others who were beginning to fill the large bathroom.

“On your hands and knees, pig,” Her feeder said in a firm voice that Violet privately thought of as his “daddy tone.”

Violet struggled to stand and to lift her arms and legs onto the bench. The weight of her full belly and its newly formed size made it difficult for her to maneuver onto the leather. She panted with the effort, her gut swaying and it hung heavily from her midsection. Her arms quaked beneath her, ready to collapse at any second. The new position forced her lingerie to bunch up and pull hard between her legs. The material pressed tightly against her soaking pussy, grinding on her clit every time her fat stomach jiggled. She tried to suppress a moan, but failed, alerting her audience to what was hidden between her fleshy thighs.

Her feeder laughed, walking around to spank her wide ass. He grabbed a cheek in one hand and shook it, causing her belly and breasts to tremble under her. “You’re getting so heavy aren’t you, Violet? Just packing on pound after pound and your body is not nearly strong enough to keep up with your greedy gut.”

She whimpered, feeling the intense burn of her muscles as they valiantly fought to keep her on her knees. Her feeder trailed his hand from her ass to around her belly, folding the fat like dough between his fingers before spanking the bulging side. He slid that hand under the lowest hanging part of her gut so that it rested between her fat and the leather underneath. He made a show of dropping his hand flat to the bench and back up to her stuffed middle, demonstrating how little space was left.

“Won’t be long until this big belly can rest on the ground,” He commented to the crowd. He reached forward and wrapped her hair in his fist, forcing Violet’s neck and back to arch. He looked deeply into her eyes, saying, “That will be such a relief for you, piggy, to get so fat that you don’t have to exert your weakened muscles. You can just rest and let every calorie do its job of making you grow for me.”

He released her and she fell forward, collapsing to her arms. Her wrists and hands pounded with the sudden decrease of pressure. She rested her cheek on the leather, exhausted and out of breath. She was left in an incredibly vulnerable position, with her legs still tucked beneath her and her ass in the air. She could hear the crowd laughing and teasing her for letting herself go, but she had no energy left to pinpoint where each voice was coming from.

“My obese piggy has been such a good girl, hasn’t she?” She heard her feeder say. The crowd stirred with agreement and what Violet could faintly interpret as excitement. “I think she needs to be rewarded for filling up that gut so well.”

More comments followed, but Violet couldn’t pay attention to them because at that moment, she felt the black lace covering her pussy being pushed aside. She moaned loudly as her feeder traced his fingers over her slick folds. He circled her clit, causing her to arch back further, giving him more access. He stopped then, and took his hand away. She could have cried from the frustration. She was so stuffed and worked up that she was already close to an orgasm.

“Help me roll her onto her back,” Her feeder commanded. The dominance in his voice and the way that her audience immediately jumped to heed him sent another wave of arousal through her. Anonymous hands were on her body, tugging and pushing until she was in the position he wanted. Despite how wide the bench was, her body covered it almost entirely. Soon, her blubber would start to hang over the sides.

Her feeder leaned over her body, cupping her breasts, though they spilled out over his large hands. He circled her nipples before pinching them roughly, forcing another moan from her. She could feel the thick ridge of his erection on the inside of her thigh. His mouth trailed down her body, leaving kisses on her double chin and swollen belly. Before his mouth reached where she wanted it most desperately, he grabbed two fistfuls of black lace and ripped them open, leaving the bottom half of her bare. He couched between her legs, disappearing from her view, as she could not see him past her massive, swollen belly. She could only feel, rather than see, his hands pushing her thighs wide apart.

Someone in the crowd cheered. She felt his tongue flick at her entrance. Her nails clawed at the leather.

“I need more, please!” She begged.

He lifted his head slightly, and echoed his question from before, “You want more? Greedy girl.”

He dropped his head and feasted on her, his tongue swirling and sucking on her clit. The pleasure soared through her body, her hips moving in rhythm with his mouth. Her thighs trembled around him.

“Let me give you a hand,” Someone said. It was the man who had helped her before. He scooped his hands under her lower belly and lifted, compressing her fat and making her impossibly round. A man and a woman moved on either side of her kneeling feeder. Each grabbed one of Violet’s thighs and pulled the excess lard back to give him more access to her pussy. A woman stepped to the side of the man holding up her gut and began rubbing Violet’s belly. She circled Violet’s deep belly button before inching a finger inside. At the same time her feeder plunged two fingers deep into her pussy, causing her to clench around him. He fucked her hard with his fingers, his tongue moving faster on her clit. She writhed on the leather, wishing momentarily that her big gut wasn’t in the way so she could grasp onto her feeder’s hair and pull him closer.

A shadow fell over her and she looked up to find Jules with a can of beer and Violet’s funnel in her hands. It occurred to her then that he had planned out all of this. Every second of the night was a calculated act to increase her pleasure. Her heart flooded with tenderness for him at the same time that panic gripped her.

“Please,” She panted, “please, I can’t take anymore. I’m too full.”

Her feeder pulled back from her clit with a wet pop. She wailed in protest, but she couldn’t move from the combination of her own weight and being held down. Her feeder spanked her swollen belly in rapid slaps. She opened her mouth for Jules, obediently. She hadn’t used her safeword, afterall.

“Just stretch that big belly a little more for me,” Her feeder said, in a soft pleading tone. He rubbed the stinging skin above her belly button. “I’ll make you come so hard if you are good.”

Jules put the end of the funnel deep into Violet’s mouth and began to slowly pour down the frothy beer. Violet swallowed it down, breathing heavily through her nose while tears poured from her eyes. It was too much–the pressure expanding her belly created sharp pains that radiated from the top of her gut all the way down the sides.

She could pick out phrases from the crowd watching her being funneled and fucked. “Goddamn, look at how big she’s getting…she’s going to burst any second…wish my sub obeyed that well…so fat, so fucking fat…”

As she filled her belly up further, those around her kept their places. The pair at her legs spread her wide open, the man holding her belly out of the way shook and jiggled the fistfuls of fat in his hands, the woman next to him continued to finger Violet’s naval, sending sparks all the way to her throbbing clit. All the while, her feeder never stopped working her pussy over. The increasing pressure in her stomach seemed directly linked to her building orgasm, the more beer she forced down her throat, the closer she got to the edge.

She slurped the rest of the beer down, letting out tiny whimpers and moans as Jules freed her mouth. She held the sides of her swollen, distended belly. It was hard as a rock. At the same moment that Jules crushed the empty can in her hand, her feeder slid a third finger into her and sucked her clit hard. Violet came with a loud cry, waves of pleasure crashed through her body, her greedy pussy clenching around her feeder’s fingers. Her orgasm went on and on, leaving her a jiggling, trembling mess.

Aftershocks went through her body as she lay panting and exhausted on the bench. The people circling her gently caressed her, praising her in soothing voices for being such a good girl. Her feeder finally stood from his position between her legs and traced light fingers over her stuffed gut.

“You’ve gotten so fat and round tonight,” He said, pressing a loving kiss to her belly and then to her forehead. “I really am going to have to roll you out of here, my wonderful, prized pig.”