Chapter 2 - part 2

Hearing, she couldn't turn her head, so she heard the rumble steps, but did not look. her pulse quicker and she ate faster knowing what was coming. She had a fearful second when she thought she saw the bottom of part of the trough rising closer and closer to her. No more cakes? Donuts? Burgers? Not even oatmeal? Would she starve? Relief flooded her as they placed pizza on top of pizza in front of her. The whole trough was weighted so that as she ate more, the bottom rose up and she could keep shoving her face in and eating. Pizza. Ooo cheese and sauce. She heard the sound of the trough filling as well as the sounds of motors and shuffling and light moaning and eating noises coming closer from behind her. She felt and heard it. She gave a happy snorting noise and dug her face back in, mouth moving desperately trying to fill her mouth and belly.

Him. She knew it was him, or one of the hims. She heard his shuffle, his heavy breathing. She wiggled her body as best she could, even her slight movement causing all of her to jiggle and roll and kept going. With her belly hanging down in front of her, she felt them (not him, he couldn't reach) spreading her legs as far as they could go being on all fours. She felt a split second of air reaching between her fat thickened thighs. She wondered how big he was now. When they had first started this, he had been heavy, but not huge. She was bigger, not as big as she was now (why she was hardly even a piglet then, maybe 250 pounds, her breasts still perky, her belly stuck out but not down yet, only had 2 chins. What a waif!) Last time she could turn her head, he had been big. So big. His belly had stuck out stuffed and straining, as if they had filled him before bringing him to her. His whole body shiny with a thin sheen of sweat from the effort of his last feeding. And his ready and waiting member had excited by both that fact and by her own bulging body. He had waddled more then walked, his own pair of growing breasts (no longer moobs, just breasts, huge and fat) had gotten their own pair of cups. They had flopped on his stomach, his face had been in slack awe at her own huge form. he had been looking at her with such desire and hunger that she almost finished right there. But that had been a while ago. They had been able to almost move on their own then.

Help. Now she felt the others positioning them closer, helping them come together in the only way they could. She groaned and moaned into her food from the anticipation, she couldn't really speak much anymore. Her thoughts didn't work that way, her mouth wanted only to put more in it, not send words out of it. She heard them struggling to get him close enough to her. She felt her nipples, huge and distended now in their cups, harden when she felt it.. her favorite part.. when they lifted his belly and let it fall on top of her back, spreading, covering. It felt so much bigger and softer then before, so heavy she almost couldn't take it. A whirring sound let her know that they were lowering one of the tubes to him couldn't let him starve while he worked feeding into the tubes was probably some sort of thick yummy cream and as she felt the tubes from the floor come up and attach to her cups, she figured some of it was from her. Her milk was thick and cream as well and she liked to think he liked hers best. She couldn't see but she figured they had him in some sort of standing chair or bed, no way could he support himself long enough for what was about to happen. She hummed to herself as she felt him struggle to enter her. He couldn't reach all the way, which is why they had sensors and automation devices. He would be buried in the fat of his thighs, the sensor sleeve on him puling as if he was all the way inside of her. Though with all of their mutual fat it was impossible. She machine would move him every so slightly giving her pressure along her back side. The sensors inside of her would respond in kind, growing wider, longer, far more so then an actual human ever could, filling her pulsing in her. It was actually as if they were having sex, but so much better. She felt him slumping over her, belly dropped along her back, it was growing as hard as him as he was pumped full from the tube. She continued to eat and eat, her breasts swaying with the movement as the automation moved him forward and backwards, the sensors inside of them growing and tugging and pulling and vibrating them to completion. It could go on for ages, they would finish again and again, until both were passed out and sometimes even then who ever was left would keep going till they too were exhausted and could go no longer. She would lose count of the orgasms, as each one was just a signal to keep going and try to have another.

Happy. She was filling with food, with him, both of them growing huge and fat. She vaguely remembered a time when she was thin, thin and pinched and angry. She didn't know what he was like before. The thoughts of before only happened every so often, just for moments and then they were buried hunger and huge.

F was her other favorite letter. F for food. For flesh. F for f#$king and fun and filled.

However H was her most favorite. She wanted more of H. To grow and grow and to become huge to the point where it was hardly a big enough word for her. And she ate and he humped behind her, the sensors making it better then it could have ever been had they not been inhumanly large. She felt the sensor start, and the trough lower as more food was poured in. her whole body quivered and shook and she felt him moving against her, heard him moaning through the tube, felt his stomach spreading over her.

Her third favorite letter was C, since it came only when H and F had done their job. And when they had, she got to enjoy the letter C over and over again.


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