Chapter 5

We get home and Daddy feeds me my favorite snacks and rubs my bloated belly. He hikes up the wobbling bottom roll that hangs between my thighs. “Look at all this, piggy. Let’s take a nap.” We spoon and Daddy lovingly rubs my tummy and squeezes my rolls. I coo and snuggle even deeper into his embrace. He fingers my deep belly button and I squirm, sighing in pleasure at his gentle but teasing touch. “You didn’t use to have this deep belly button or this enormous hog belly, did you piggy?” he teases. I blush. “No daddy, you put all this weight on me. You made me this big.” He jiggles my thick tummy roll until I giggle. “Me? I don’t think daddy did all of this, baby.” He moves one hand up to my chest and squeezes one of my udders. He gently strokes my nipple and I squirm. “No, I think you did this to yourself, my greedy sweetie.”

I turn over so my round gut is pressed into his. I poke Daddy’s little belly. Looks like he put on about 20 lbs of lard, I must be a bad influence. I smile at him. “Our tummies are touching.” He kisses me. “Yes they are, baby. Get on top of me.” I struggle to climb on top of Daddy, huffing and puffing, sucking in my gut until I’ve positioned my chubby thighs on either side of him. “Let out your tummy, sweetheart, right into Daddy’s hands.” I sigh and exhale, my flabby tummy pooching on to his chest. He grabs a soft, supple handful of piggy lard and swirls his finger in my deep belly button.

“What do I say about sucking in your belly?” he says sternly. “Piggies should never suck in their tummies, or their muscles will get too strong and their bacon bellies won’t be as soft and plump.” I tell him. He smiles and pinches my love handle. “That’s my good girl. Keep all of that pork soft for Daddy.”

He stands me in front of a mirror. I look ridiculous. My stance is so wide because my thick flabby thighs are so huge, they constantly wobble and rub together making me waddle heavily. My arms rest at an awkward 90 degree angle because of my thick side rolls, they look like pink, bloated hams. The thick roll of fat that hangs over my elbow jiggles at the slightest movement. My hips are wide and flabby and my round, hog gut bulges so far in front of me, I can’t see anything below my deep, stretched out belly button. My thick belly rolls wrap around my back, and my enormous plump piggy tits are fatty and heavy, my areolas and nipples huge. My wobbly double chin hangs down heavily, a ring of lard encasing my neck and cheeks. My mouth hangs open, sucking in air. My eyes are vacant. I smile a dumb hog grin and burp. Daddy wraps his strong arms around me, taking a big handful of gut and udder. I oink and snort, grinding my bloated ass on his cock. “You’re the fattest, greediest hog I’ve ever seen,” Daddy whispers. “Look what a farm animal you’ve turned into, baby.” He squeezes the fat tighter until I whine and jiggles it roughly. “Look at yourself, look at how that gut bulges. Look at all this bacon.”

Daddy gets in the shower. I’m so horny, staring at my enormous, over fed body in the mirror. I’m flushed and sweaty from holding my massive body up for so long, it turns me on. I sit down in Daddy’s office chair, my thighs, love handles and ass swelling out and filling the space. The sides of the armrests squeeze my bloated pig rolls. I struggle to spread my thick thighs so my hog gut can bulge out and hang down towards the ground. I want to touch myself so bad. I reach my hand down and realize, my flabby belly is so bloated and round, I can’t reach my pussy. I flail my chubby little limbs trying to get my stubby fingers near my plump fupa and jelly rolls, but all it does is make me wheeze and pant from the exertion, oinking and whining like a spoiled hog. I finger my flabby belly button instead, moaning and whimpering, my gut wobbling with every thrust.

I hear the shower turn off and Daddy comes out to see his hog squealing and whining, attempting to grind her fat pussy on the chair. I’m rubbing my nipples, fingering my belly button and rocking back and forth, belly wobbling, thighs quivering, the fat rolls slapping against each other. My plump piggy tits bounce up and down, my mouth hangs open, sucking in air and oinking it back out. “Look at you, piggy. You’re the fattest, dumbest hog Daddy’s ever had. He sits me on his lap facing him, my distended gut and pig udders pressing against his slim body. I can barely see over my wobbly double chin and bloated tits, never mind all the way down to my flabby belly button. Daddy pokes me deep in my belly button and grabs ahold of the soft lard. I grunt and oink, my pussy so wet from the humiliation. I open my mouth to speak, but only a squeal comes out. “That’s right, baby. No need to talk.” Daddy kisses my bloated cheek and squeezes my bulging belly. “You just keep pleasuring yourself. Pigs have no self-control.” He stuffs an éclair in my mouth. I grunt and swallow it almost whole. “Greedy pig. That’s going straight to that piggy belly.” He slaps my distended hog gut and I oink and grunt. I grind faster, so close to cumming. He leans down and grabs a plump udder in one hand and a thick roll of pink piggy pork in the other. “You’re daddy’s favorite piggy.” He whispers. I cum and cum and cum, gasping and oinking, my belly quivering.