Raising Sam

Chapter 1: The Requirements

The hog wasn't always so disgusting.

She used to be a normal girl, which is hard to believe. Her actual name was Sam, but that's been lost to time. Hog, pig, fatty - those are what she'll answer to now. Neither she nor I have thought of her real name in a long time. It's just not relevant anymore.

I met this one in a coffee shop; she was wearing short athletic pink shorts and a white tank top, the crease of her ass visible enough to be a turn-on. Her dirty blonde hair flowed down past her shoulders onto her toned back. She had a hot, classic hourglass shape. Nice butt and breasts, a little bit of thickness; not fat by any measure. She wore an easy smile under her vibrant, soulful green eyes. She was a genuinely beautiful girl.

I made my approach, and before even a half hour had passed, we had a date scheduled for that weekend. From before I ever approached her, I knew she would be perfect for what I needed for this particular order. Whether she wanted it didn't matter - she satisfied the requirements, so I'd make her have it. She was mine already.

The client wanted blonde, American, and green eyes. Sam checked all the boxes, fortunately for her.

The first date went well, and I learned some valuable information. She was 24 and felt somewhat aimless after graduating college with a marketing degree. She was currently working at a local firm in-town somewhere. That was good news for me - she'd obviously eventually quit that job, and that's an easy one to leave with no questions asked. Aimless never hurts, and those girls usually take to it easier than the driven ones.

The first date naturally led to a second, a third, and so forth. I didn't dare do anything out of the ordinary in those early dates. I got the distinct feeling I needed to slow-roll her a bit, which actually made it more fun. Who doesn't love taking a bright girl with a promising future and thrusting her into the abyss of gluttony? Some pigs I've raised would walk willingly down the path, right from the beginning. Sam was more of a slow-burn.