Chapter 2

Two maids move to either side of you and sit, their carts within reach. The feast always begins dignified, small portions daintily cut up and served. This will last for as long as you are able to keep pace, then things become a bit more fervent. Now having begun their duty proper, your mistress permits then to speak in whatever manner they choose. Encouraging. Disdainful. It varies, but you find yourself aroused in either case.

"Come now, piggy, we have so much to stuff into you. Eat faster."

"Eat, you disgusting fatass. Eat until you pass out."

"Have another. Mmm, yummy. Here, have another."

"More! Eat more! C'mon, pig, stuff yourself! MORE!!"

All the while your mistress has positioned you so that your legs are spread, granting access to her destination. Seeing your cock glistening with pre-cum she pinches the bead away and begins to slowly spread it over your anus. In a sudden moan of passion she brings her face towards you and eagerly tongues you out, steadily applying pressure with her finger, burying it up to her knuckle. The food is as delicious as you have come to expect but this wonderful new sensation is the only thing you care about at the moment. In a zealous desire to please her you chew and swallow faster, whimpering pitifully. The maids see this and increase their pace accordingly, keen to press their advantage and fatten you up even faster.

"That's right. It's so good! Have some more!"

"Oh, my, piggy. You sure are hungry today!"

"Don't stop now! There's so much more!"

"Eat! I want you fatter! We've only just started to fill you!"

"C'mon, fatty, fill your belly while Mistress licks your asshole!"

"You're so fat, but you'll be even fatter when we're done with you!"

The words become more feverish and breathless as the speed increases. Your pace begins to slacken, but you are given no quarter. They are relentless. They abandon utensils in favor of small handfuls of food which they cram into your already full maw. In the beginning, they were slightly more charitable and allowed you to savor the wonderful flavors and textures, every day an epicurian delight. Now there is no time. Your bulbous gut requires so much before it is sated they must force it into you quickly so that there is time to sleep off your meal before the next one begins. This used to frighten you, having days where it seemed as though they wanted nothing more than to pop you, but now there is only hunger and desire to please your mistress, so with great effort you try to keep up with the feeding, feeling the euphoria of your belly slowly filling and expanding outward. The glorious sensation of fullness. The pleasant ache of being over-stuffed.

One laughs, "He's really into it today, isn't he?"

"Just look at him go! It's gotta be the ass play."

"Think how fat he'd be if we started pegging him from the start!"

Your mindless devotion to the task causes you to fill up quicker than usual, but the pleasure from your asshole keeps you from surrendering to fatigue. Despite that however it is clear your distended belly won't hold out for long, so in an attempt to smooth things along additional maids come to your side and begin to work scented oils into your bloated girth, massaging you tenderly and bringing you even closer to climax.

During all of this your mistress has patiently worked at loosening your backdoor. Lubricating, stretching, penetrating to the point of grazing your prostate. Your helpless moaning have slowly brought out the cruel glint in her eyes and she looks at you with smug satisfaction. "That's right, sweetie. Doesn't it feel good? Don't worry, you'll be feeling even better soon." And with that she reaches for one of the cock-shaped plugs and attaches it to the rubber tubing. The chattering maids quiet down as your mistress begins to take a more active role in your workout. Pouring oil onto the butt plug she brings it to your mouth and hold it just out of reach. "Mmm-mmm. Looks tasty, doesn't it, baby? Well, that's too bad because this is for your other mouth and you'll swallow as much as I say you can take." The plug disappears behind your engorged ball of a stomach and not long after you feel pressure once more against your asshole. It is far thicker than a couple of fingers but she was so diligent in preparing you for your exercise that you barely wince as the cock is gently but firmly pressed into your welcoming hole. She pushes it just a little deeper so that your ass swallows it completely then begins to squeeze the bulb that inflates the plug to prevent expulsion. The sensual act almost distracts you from the belly rub but the women are skilled and attentive. So much pleasure you feel as though you may just go insane.

Your mistress snaps her fingers once more and the stuffing abates, echoes of the flavors remaining on your tongue. She takes the release valve in one hand, raises the other and brings it down swiftly, palm face downward, onto your swollen belly. You grunt in response, but the pain is wonderful. You are so stuffed to capacity that your gut does not jiggle in the slightest. She twists the valve and with an evil smile whispers, "Drink up, baby."

A cool deluge floods your colon and with the plug barring the only exit the water is forced upwards into your system. No words now. All of them gather around in a tight semicircle to quietly witness your gradual inflation. The look on each of their faces is wondrous. They lick their lips and swallow lumps in their throats as their faces flush with arousal. If their mistress would only let them, they would rape you on the spot and continue the brutal binge. But no, now is the time to simply watch you grow more and more with discomfort, your intestines filling up with the solution she created for the sole purpose of making you even fatter. Like a balloon, you swell, the tightness making your breath short and ragged. As you start to feel as though you may bust, the flow recedes and you are granted some small form of mercy...

Until your mistress hefts another water bottle to the rack and switches it for the empty one, placing this next bag even higher so that the flow cannot be resisted. You cry out in protest and your mistress spins around sharply to stare disbelievingly at your dissent, all trace of humor gone. You are overcome with regret because you know what your moment of weakness has wrought. She approaches leisurely to your side, bends over and stares stoically at you. "No? Did you just tell me no?" You don't bother to plead. You know there is no pity to be had as her tone grows cold. "I think you need to be taught a very simple truth, sweet." She roughly grabs your paunch and violently shakes it, the pain bringing tears to your eyes. "This is MINE!! Do you understand? I will fill it until I say it is full. I will fatten you until I say you have had enough. You will eat as much as I stuff into your fat face. And to drive the point home..." She searches briefly and snatches up a funnel and a large jug. "You think you're full? I'll give you full." As the enema continues to press into your still-swelling belly your mistress forces the funnel to your lips. "Girls!"