Chapter 2

"Remember, cherub, no need to pace yourself. You aren’t to leave this table until you’re fully satisfied.” Outside, the rain pattered against the dining room windows.

Mia nodded and scooped another helping of mac and cheese into her mouth. A smattering of empty, crumb-filled plates littered the table before her. She’d already come so far, and any fear of overindulging had long since ceased rampaging through her mind. Eating wasn’t even a conscious decision anymore. The cravings came when she least expected it, and with her self-control dwindling away as each day passed, the ripening beauty found herself stuffing Jenny’s beloved belly fuller and fuller.

The room grew quiet, save for their quiet breathing. Jenny leaned back on the couch, crossing one leg over the other, slowly massaging the back of her calf. Her eyes focused on Mia, watching her carefully and tracing her plump figure.

“How many times have you eaten today?” There was a lilt of playfulness in Jenny’s voice. An obvious gentle poke to rile her lover. Foreplay given voice.

Mia swallowed hard. Her hands trailed down the bulging sphere of her belly. She felt weighed down, heavy. She was distinctly aware of the tightness of her panties. They pressed into the soft flesh of her hips and the valley between her softening thighs. She’d reveled in the freedom and exploration, but, deep down, she knew the weight was piling on. She’d always gained easily and, now, secretly hoped that her metabolism might have changed, but it was obvious in her billowing figure that was not the case.

“Well... I don’t know… Maybe once or twice. Three times?” Mia’s reply sounded almost rehearsed. She’d honestly lost track. Thinking back over the day, she could scarcely recall an hour she hadn’t been shoveling something into her mouth, whether through her own volition or Jenny’s.

She glanced down, witnessed the empty plates in front of her, and licked the sugary remains from the corners of her lips. She thought back, trying to count off the meals. It seemed impossible. Mia looked up, meeting Jenny’s intense gaze as she struggled to her feet. Her tight dress creaked as she shifted her weight from foot to foot. The plumper’s now heavy pot belly protruded valiantly forward. A round, firm mound that hung defiantly over her panties. The past few months had been a whirlwind of treats and nonstop gluttony.

Jenny had been relentless.

“Not even keeping up with those meals any more, are you? Just gobbling it all down like a fat piglet.” Jenny rose, prodding the sensitive flesh of Mia’s clothed belly before giving it a gentle slap. The firm mountain jiggled under her fingers, eliciting a groan from Mia. “Porking up now, aren’t you? You need more than just a few meals for this kind of body. My cherub seems to have gone whole hog.”

Reaching under her dress, Jenny pulled on the waistband of Mia’s panties before migrating lower and running one adoring hand along the inside of her thick thigh. It tickled under her touch. Mia bit her lip, feeling herself beginning to blush again. This time, though, it wasn’t embarrassment. It was arousal. She could feel the heat between her legs grow hotter by the minute.

Circling behind her, Jenny leaned over and pressed her large breasts against the back of the girl’s neck. Mia gasped, tensing instinctively. Jenny smiled, reached out, and cupped one of Mia’s cheeks. “You know what they say about girls who eat too much, right? About how their butts get bigger too? Look at yours.” Jenny let go of Mia’s cheek and briefly lifted the back of her dress. A pair of straining black lace panties struggled to contain the twin hemispheres of Mia’s indulgent ass.

Mia felt her breath catch in her throat. There was no hiding anything from her lover anymore. The solid bulge of her stuffed gut briefly caught her gaze. No, she definitely couldn’t disguise it any longer, couldn’t if she tried. She’d absolutely ballooned these last few months.

“A little closeted glutton like you never deserved that tight figure in the first place.” Jenny slowly reached forward, resting a hand on Mia’s hip before, without warning, grabbing Mia’s ample ass. Her grip tightened almost painfully. “You’re such a pathetic little piggy. It turns you on, the thought of being so greedy and out of control that you can’t help but get horny.” Her fingers dug deeper into Mia’s tender flesh. Mia tried to not whimper and failed. “You can’t even help it anymore. Don’t think I don’t see you as you glut yourself like a hog day after day. Those plush thighs clamped together to support your growing pot. I see every new stretch mark and each forming love handle on this beautiful growing body of yours. You’re getting so nice and FAT.” The words were meant to sting, but they had the opposite effect. They made Mia wetter than ever, and she pushed herself backwards to rub against Jenny’s warm body. “Any more room in there, porky?” One hand snaked around Mia’s plump middle and prodded her firm, pregnant-looking form. Mia tensed at the touch, attempting to suck her abundant middle in and failing with a hushed sigh.

Mia shook her head, barely able to speak. “No…” She turned to face Jenny and looked into her eyes, searching for something... anything that might spare her. Her swollen middle brushed against the toned girl’s abs. Jenny’s own face betrayed nothing; an unreadable mask of amusement and hunger.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes... yes ma’am.”

Mia’s pussy throbbed. The silence drew out like a knife. Jenny rubbed the side of her nose along Mia’s earlobe, giving it a quick lick. The smell of chocolate hung in the air and, despite herself, Mia found her eyes slowly drifting to find the source. She didn’t have to search long. Jenny snatched Mia by the hair and yanked her head back sharply. No pain, just force. Control. With her other hand, she pushed downward on Mia’s shoulder, forcing her to bend down low.

Bending, Jenny whispered into her ear. “I want you to look at yourself. From here on out, this is the smallest you’ll ever be.” Several rough slaps to Mia’s engorged gut punctuated their ensuing kiss. “I want my cherub nice and stuffed before bed. Let’s see what else I can get inside you.”

Her face flushed with shame at the realization. Could she fit more? The thought made her slightly nauseous, but the effect on her libido was immediate and unrelenting. Mia nodded, unable to speak around the lump in her throat. The thought of how quickly her belly had expanded filled her mind. It wasn’t just her waist that had gotten rounder. Her hips and thighs were much thicker, too. Would she still fit in any of her pants? Jenny had strictly forbidden them for now, saying she had to earn the privilege of wearing certain clothing again. For now, she was limited to her skirts and dresses.

But if she kept growing…

Mia’s voice came out weakly, barely audible. “More…” She let out a faint belch.

“That’s a good girl.” The hulking piece of chocolate cake was in front of her before she could even blink. Monstrous, it seemed to fill the entirety of the paper plate. Jenny’s hand sunk into the icing and the denseness underneath and brought it to Mia’s lips. It was moist. Delicious. The heavy smell of fudge filled the chunky girl’s nostrils.

Mia felt Jenny wrap her hair around her other hand and elevate her head back so she could watch her loving pig gorge.

To Be Continued...