Chapter 2 - the piggy challenge

Jessica then went off, presumably to the kitchen.

"Now if you will just follow me to the changing room," Heather said.

"Changing room?" Toby questioned.

"Yes," Heather answered. "We require all are challengers to wear the official Piggy Challenger outfit."

"Oh," Toby said. "I don't know. This seems a bit too much."

"It is for a thousand dollars," Heather smiled.

Toby did need that money, and assumed the outfit was nothing more than matching pair of pants and shirt that said "Lindsey's" on it. Maybe it was a one piece jumpsuit.

When Toby waddled to the back of the dining room to the dressing room area, he was told to find a room and strip. Toby nodded and watched as Heather walked away, he assumed to get the outfit.

He got in the small room and locked the door. The door left about five inches of space from the bottom and about two feet of space from the top, towards the ceiling, but it did hide Toby.

With his shirt and pants off, Toby was glad there was no mirror in the room. He then heard Heather return and a pink piece of clothing get tossed over the door.

"There you go," she said.

Toby, unfolded the piece of pink clothing and saw that it was just a pair of spandex briefs with "Lindsey's" printed on the back.

"Where's the rest of it?" Toby asked in surprise.

"That's it, silly," Heather laughed. "Now nothing else on, but that. Rules are rules." She then walked away.

Toby was shocked. There was no way he was going to wear just this. But then the money flashed in his mind. He then thought it was just going to be him alone out there, well, Heather and Jessica too. Maybe the cook will pop in. Was this really happening?

Toby eventually decided to go through with it. He figured he was never going to see these people again anyway. So he peeled of his underpants and socks, and he then slid on the pink spandex briefs.

"Looking good," Jessica yelled as Toby returned to the dining room.

Toby was thoroughly embarrassed and blushing bright red. The spandex didn't leave much to the imagination, and it wasn't like he had much down there to look at. He then looked at his table and saw it full of food and saw both Heather and Jessica waiting for him to waddle over.

"Now we just need to weigh you, and the challenge can begin," Heather said.

"You need to weight me?" Toby asked in shock.

"Right over there," Jessica giggled as she pointed to the big white scale over by the wall.

Toby noticed it before, but just assumed it was decoration. He thought it was something farmers weighed livestock with.

"Come on," Heather said. "It all in good fun, and you can't do the challenge without doing it."

Toby shrugged and figured if he has gone this far he might as well go all the way.

He waddled over to the scale and stepped on. He was glad nobody else was watching, but was still embarrassed Heather and Jessica would know his weight. But kept thinking that he wasn't going to see them again after this. He stepped on.

"288 pounds!" Jessica yelled.

Toby was shocked at hearing his weight. He had tried not to know it for the longest time. He couldn't believe he was so close to 300.

When he got back to his bench, Toby's arms were taken by the wrists, pulled behind him and then bound together.

"What going on?" Toby asked in a panic.

"Relax," Heather said. "It's all part of the challenge."

"Yeah," Jessica added. "No hands allowed."

"I am supposed to just use my mouth?" Toby asked looking at all the food, especially the many pieced of fried chicken.

"No, silly," Heather said. "We are going to feed you."

Jessica then tossed a pink bib, with "Lindsey's" on it, around Toby's neck and tied it together.

"Is this all really necessary?" Toby questioned.

"It is if you want the thousand dollars," Heather smiled.

Toby then felt pressure on his chest.

"I just love a man with boobies!" Jessica squealed as she reached her arms around Toby from the back and began squeezing his breasts.

"I can't believe how hairless he is," Heather chuckled.

Toby was always a bit insecure about his lack of body hair.

"Just like a good piggy should be," Jessica said patting Toby's belly. "Do you wax?"

"No," Toby said. "Come on! Do you need to really treat me like this?!"

"Calm down," Heather said.

"Are we embarrassing you?" Jessica asked while putting her face right in front of Toby and pushing out her lower lip.

"Can we just start?" Toby stated.

"Yes."

And with that a spoonful of mashed potatoes was shoved between Toby's lips. It was heaven. But before he could take any real time to enjoy it, a spoonful baked beans were stuffed in. He never really cared for baked beans, but found his taste buds lighting up from them. He was then given a fried chicken leg to chew on and was not surprised when he found it to me the moistest and most delicious fried chicken he had ever eaten. Even though he was being feed one thing after another, he found himself unable to wait for the next bite. He soon had to stop every now and then to burp and was treated to a milkshake to help wash it all down.

"I think he likes it?" Jessica giggles.

"Of course he does," Heather said patting Toby on the belly.

Eventually, Toby saw with amazement that the table full of food was becoming empty. He couldn't believe how well he was doing. He was actually becoming shocked that his body could hold all of this food. While still being feed, he realized how not stuffed he was. This was the easiest money he ever made. And with that the last bite of food was stuffed in and the last drop of shake was poured into his mouth.

Toby burped and then found himself passing a little gas, but it seemed that no one noticed.

"Good piggy!" Jessica squealed and then gave Toby a kiss on the cheek.

Toby blushed and smiled.

"Now let's get you on the scale and see the damage," Heather said.

Toby wasn't too hot on weighing himself again, more so because it meant getting up and he really just wanted to sit for a while, but figured it was something he needed to do to get the money. Why not? He wondered how much he could really have put on. He did inhale quite a lot of food, and he was still shocked that it all went in to his body.

"327 pounds!" Jessica shouted.

"39 pound gain," Heather stated.

"What?" Toby muttered on the scale.

"What a good job, piggy," Jessica said patting Toby on the butt.

Toby wondered how it was all possible. He almost gained 40 pounds in no time.

"Are you ready for more?" Heather asked.

"More?" Toby asked. "More what? How did I put on 40 pounds? How was I able to stuff in--"

"Lindsey's secret ingredient," Heather explained.

"Eat all you want without the pain of being full!" Jessica added.

"And it all gets put on display," Heather said jiggling Toby's bigger belly. "So are you ready for more?"

"But I ate all what was on--"

"Silly," Jessica giggled. "You finish by putting on 100 pounds!"

"What?!"

&qu ot;Come on," Heather smiled. "Just 61 more pounds to go and Lindsey's special food will get you there in no time."

"No," Toby said and then realized his hands were still bound behind him. "Just let me go and keep the money."

"But once you start, you have to finish," Jessica stated with a sad, puppy dog face.

"Might as well," Heather said. "It's not like your clothes will fit you now, and that outfit there is ours." She the snapped the waistband of the spandex briefs with her finger.

Toby began to think and wondered if he had a choice. He was already 40 pounds fatter, 60 more and he would at least have money to go with it. And he assumed they'd give him new clothes.

"Look," Jessica said pointing. "The table is ready to go again."

"You ready?" Heather asked Toby.

Toby sighed. "Yeah."

"Good piggy," Heather said and then gave Toby a kiss and a pat on the belly.

Toby smiled and blushed. He then took his seat and started again.

The food came quick and was still as heavenly as before. It was about the same menu as the first course, but he now got a helping of dumplings, country biscuits, and even a bowl of pasta alfredo. Toby swallowed it all down and stopped only to burp and get some milkshake in him. When he was coming to the end, he found himself beginning to feel the pressure.

With the last of it inside him, Toby let out a loud burp and found himself farting at the same time too. Heather smiled, Jessica giggled, and he went red with embarrassment. He was then helped up and couldn't help but feel heavier. He looked down and could see bigger breasts and a wider belly underneath his pink bib.

"371 pounds!" Jessica shouted.

"So close," Heather said. "You just have 17 to go."

"And with dessert coming," Jessica giggled, "that shouldn't be a problem.

Toby decided not to think too much. He was turned around and saw his table now loaded with sweets, and kept his mind on finishing. He wanted to get seated, get stuffed, and get to 388.

"Well look at this amazing sight," a voice called out.