Chapter 2 - 2

Looking at the dishes spread thickly over the table I swallow and steel myself for what I know is coming. She chooses the first platter and sliding it to the end of the table removes the cover. Beneath is the largest pile of burgers and fries I have ever yet seen. Every one triple stacked. My belly once again growling out it's approval. Reaching down for the first bun my Mistress commands me to open for her. I am no longer able to focus on her I can not keep my eyes from the food in her hand. I open for her chewing that first bite always for me now that first bite has become almost more important than the air I breath. Greedily I finish and my eyes beg for more. The next was feed to me as she commanded me to chew faster. By the fifth my hunger had begun to slack. She knew as I could not chew as quickly for her, but, it didn't matter she once again pulled my hair tipping my face back. Looking into those glinting eyes I could see the anger begin to shine out of them. " You listen to me you fat piece of shit you will do as you are told or you will regret it ! Now chew faster!", she told me in her most dangerous tone. Struggling to please her I almost choked on the next bite. Finally I finished the first platter. She seemed pleased by this as she ran a soft palm against my already swollen stomach. Yet I knew she was in no way finished with me.

Reaching for the next platter she raised the lid. Beneath was one of her favorite devices of torture. I knew this one would begin the pain. The tube and funnel she would need sat on the end of the table. She once again commanded me to open my mouth. I tried to turn my head knowing I could not take anymore. She grabbed my chin firmly and turned it back to herself. Once she had done this she pulled my lips open sliding the tube to the back of my throat. Reaching to the platter she drew forth a large bowl of cream. It was not however just a bowl of cream holding the funnel still in my mouth she quickly dumped a large cup of powder into the bowl giving it a quick stir. I shuddered once again as she picked up the cream in one hand and guided the cream into the funnel with the other. Straddling my legs she poured the cream down my throat. "Drink my huge hog! ," she commanded giving no mercy as I choked and sputtered. I managed to finish the last drop as she pulled the funnel from my mouth. A moment later the pain hit my stomach. I groaned aloud the powder meant to make me even fatter. Yet this was not the only effect it had on my stomach. It was not long before I was once again hungrier than I had been when I sat down in this chair. She patted my even more swollen belly holding a palm firmly against my middle I lowered my eyes to watch in fascination as her hand rose even higher as my fat pushed it. Still she was not satisfied.

Pulling another tray forward she lifted the dome. There beneath was a chocolate cake filled with even more chocolate cream. She untied me from my chair and laughed even more cruelly when it was obvious I was now wedged so tightly into that chair I was not going to get out with out help. Yet this did not seem to be her plan at all. She meant for me to stay were I was. She circled my chair poking and jiggling the fat that had pushed even more through the sides. Coming around to the front of my chair she gleefully pushed against my stomach puffing her cheeks out at me cruelly calling me the fattest pig she had ever seen. Asking me did I know that I was the most disgusting lard man that had ever lived? She laughed even more as I tried once again to rise from the chair. I stilled as I heard the wood of the chair splitting even more. "come on tubby go ahead and try to escape ," she smirked at me. I turned my face away in humiliation when it became evident the only way I was getting up was by purposely breaking this chair. I pushed against the sides desperately trying to get out. Those cruel sides digging into my waist. Still she sat back and watched me egging me on. "Can't you even manage to get out of a simple chair you fat ***ing pig??" I looked looked down at my hands pushing as hard as I could still I was not able to move. Defeated I removed my hands panting as she poked me in the stomach once again. Taking my cheeks into her hands she once again blew her cheeks up at me before pulling my head back commanding me to oink like the pig I was. I could feel tears of humiliation building behind my eyes as I oinked as loudly as I could, but, she was not through