Chapter 4

Daddy takes me to the supermarket so I can pick out my favorite snacks. He dressed me today and I feel so embarrassed in the outfit he chose. Skintight, piggy pink leggings that fit me like a second skin. You can see every ounce of lard wobble, every pock of cellulite, every roll and ripple. That and a matching piggy pink crop top that barely covers my heaving udders, my plump areolas on display. I struggle out of the car and waddle with Daddy into the store. I’m already panting and hiking my leggings up by the time we cross the parking lot. Daddy keeps his hand on the shelf of my bloated ass and kisses my fat cheek. He rubs my exposed fat roll, the muffin top wobbling at the slightest movement. My cheeks burn as people stare at me. The fattest hog in the market, breathing heavily, my mouth hanging open sucking in air. My dumb hog eyes glazed over, only thinking about my favorite fattening snacks going in the cart. Daddy hands me a family sized bag of chips and I open them and start feeding immediately, grunting and stuffing them down my gaping mouth. I absentmindedly finger my exposed belly button and Daddy pulls my pants up for me, pulling back the tight elastic so they slap back against my soft tummy and make my belly ripple. “They’re rolling down again, baby. Your entire tummy is out” he whispers. “Not that daddy minds. Look at all the people staring at my greedy hog.” He struggles to pull my tiny top down over my enormous gut. “Suck it in, pig.” I take a deep breath and try to suck in my tubby tummy but all it does is wobble, barely moving. I exhale deeply and my gut sinks down even farther, bulging out over my tight leggings. “You’re fucking enormous. Look at all this lard, you chubby little piglet.” I smile dumbly, mouth hanging open and he pats my bloated belly and pulls my pants down, letting my tummy jiggle happily. “Just keep feeding, my chubby girl. You’re such a good hog for daddy.” I grunt like a pig as he roughly inserts two fingers into my deep belly button. I smile my stupid little grin and keep waddling, opening more and more bags of treats and stuffing them into my mouth. Daddy finds me a table to sit down so I can keep feeding while he shops. I spread my fat thighs so my enormous gut can hang down and wobble, wobble, wobble while I snack. I briefly consider my weight. I must be 300 pounds now, I think as I squeeze my love handles. They keep rolling over my skin tight leggings. As soon as the thought enters my mind, it exits. I’ve been so solely focused on getting fatter, rounder, plumper for Daddy, my mind is mostly empty. I’m his dumb greedy hog, just getting fatter for his pleasure.

Daddy finally pays for everything and we walk (I waddle) back to the car. An athletic looking couple gives me a disgusted look. “Hey, fatty! Try the treadmill or cover up that disgusting hog gut!” the man yells at me. I blush and waddle as fast as I can towards the car, breathing heavily. I haul my fat ass into the car and Daddy buckles me in. My gut bulges over the leggings, the seat belt, everything. “Don’t listen to them pumpkin. Daddy loves your body. You’re the fattest hog I’ve ever seen and I love it.” I blush and try to suck in my tummy. He squeezes the bloated roll. “Don’t do that, baby. Let daddy see your round little pot belly.” I exhale and my soft butter belly bulges into his hands. He kisses my chubby cheek and pats my wobbling fat roll. “Let’s get you home and down for your nap. You’ve had a big day.” Daddy gets in the car and we drive home. I spread my chubby thighs and pull down my leggings and let my tummy out. It sticks out and hangs towards the floor, jiggling and bouncing when the car bumps. Daddy smirks, seeing my pork jiggle. He rests one hand on my pudgy thigh, squeezing the soft inner thigh fat into little pig rolls. “You must be starving, sweetheart. Let’s get you a snack.” He stops at McDonalds and gets me three cheeseburgers. I happily gobble them up, my bloated tummy surging forward even more. I spread my soft thighs and lean forward. My swollen gut just starts to hang off the seat. Daddy slaps my distended pot belly, and I wipe the grease from my fingers in my chubby belly button. He lifts my piggy belly, sticks his finger in my greasy pig hole and I squeal. “Greedy hog,” Daddy laughs.