Chapter 2 - 2

A few minutes later the door opens. As Clara leaves, a fit, lovely woman with a pile of black hair in a loose bun enters. She smiles and extends her hand, "Hi, I'm Denise." Her hand is warm and dry and soothing.
"Let's have a look at your chart...Oh my,my, my, it looks like you've gained quite a bit of weight this year...hmmm... well, no matter, it happens sometimes. Please stand and turn around, we're going to measure your body fat." You heft yourself off the table and turn your back to her. Papers ruffle, metal scrapes against metal. She grabs a generous roll of fat under you armpit and tugs firmly, your nipples pucker, your clit hardens. The cold, steel calipers pinch and release. You hear the pen scratch across your chart. "Hmm that was a thick one," Denise says, "I bet it represents quite a few midnight raids to the kitchen, eh fat girl?" She laughs. Your breath catches in your throat, goosebumps run up your inner thighs. You feel so exposed. She grabs a huge handful of love -handle blubber and leans near your ear, "I don't know if the calipers can measure this one, you greedy blimp." She lifts and squeezes and tugs and shakes your blubber-packed flank. She rolls the fat in her hand, then wobbles it. The caliper spring creaks as Denise tries to open it wide enough. A sharp pain shoots up your side as she forces your bulging fat into the calipers.
"Ouch," you say.
"Jesus, I've never seen such fat love handles, I guess I'll just write 'huge, fat PIG' in the space they have here for the measurement." She laughs.
You begin to pant. She comes close again and grabs both bloated handles. The calipers clatter to the floor. She begins to knead and mush the soft fat. She slides her hands around to the front of your belly and begins grabbing handful after handful. She slides a finger in your deep navel and lifts and teases your fat. Her manicured hand slides down the front of your panties, she pinches your fattened pubic mound. She squeezes the fattened mound around your clit and starts to get you off with the extra pudge. You moan deeply. She whispers in your ear, " Reach under my skirt, you fat ***ing HOG, I've got a beautiful, hard cock strapped on that's perfect for a soft, lazy jelly-pig like you."
You reach under her skirt and grab the hard cock. You clit tightens almost painfully, swelling, swelling.
"Stroke it," she says, "stroke it, lard ass, nice and slow," she slaps the side of your belly. You wince, and grunt at the delicious heavy joggle of your fat.
Your panties are soaked, you rub the hard cock, Denise moans, you oink. She grabs your blubbery inner thighs and pinches and drags her nails lightly. You keep your rythmn. Stroke, stroke, stroke. She leans over, panting, to an intercom and depresses the 'talk' lever. "Gretchen darling, would you run next door and grab two dozen jelly-filled and a gallon of heavy cream." The intercom buzzes back garbled static. Denise smiles, "She'll be here in about five minutes. Get on your knees, you overstuffed oinker, and show me how good you are with those plump piggy lips."
You kneel down, flushed and puffing with excitement. She pulls up her leather skirt and shoves the cock in your mouth. She tugs lightly at one swollen nipple as you begin to suck and oink greedily. "That's it you big overfed fat hog, suck it. Suck it and oink like a good fat piggy," you suck nosily, slurping and oinking and burying the cock in your mouth.
She leans sideways while you suck and grabs a huge handful of your belly fat and lifts and shakes your pig blubber, "We're going to test this thing for capacity when Gretchen gets here to see just how much this overfilled bag of pig fat can hold." Her teasing makes you greedier. You slurp loudly, your clit tingles, hard and hot,the quick bobbing of your head causes your back fat and upper arms to quiver noticeably. Denise gasps loudly and starts to come. You come moments later.
You struggle to your feet, hot and sweating. The examination room door opens and a wide, fat blonde woman waddles in . Her belly is massive, you can see the deep outline of her belly button through straining pants as her belly fat shifts around under the tight fabric. She is carrying two large pink cake boxes and a tankard of heavy cream. You can hear the cold cream slosh and see grease soaking through the boxes. Denise jerks you to your feet and bends you over the examination table. Gretchen smiles at you and sets the boxes near your face, "Oh she looks like a greedy one," she says to Denise, " I should have got three boxes of jelly-filled."
Denise laughs, "Feel that huge gut she's put on, Gretch." Gretchen reaches forward and hefts your soft, hanging belly.
"Wow," she says lightly squeezing,feeling the product of your greed, " she really stores in around the hips and waist, don't she."
Denises laughs again. Gretchen pops the top of the first box and picks up a glazed donut. Dark jelly oozes and drips onto the table. She holds the donut just out of reach and makes you smell it.
Denise pulls up her skirt and yanks down your panties. Your swollen lips stretch apart as she pushes inside you.
"Ooooooh," you moan, "Oh god yeeesss."
"Beg for the donut, you greedy fat ***," Gretchen says.
"Oh ***, please, feed me, ***ing feed me like a pig. I'm a greedy ***ing fatty, oh ***, oh ***, shove it in my piggy snout.I promise I'll eat it all." Gretchen presses the donut into your mouth, jelly squirts into the back of your throat, glazed sugar fills one nostril and smears your cheek. Denise clutches your wide hips in bulging handfuls and thrusts as deep as your fattened ass will allow. You moan through mouthfuls and moutfuls, through packed cheeks and a craning neck. Gretchen stuffs you like a goose. Jelly squirts onto the table, your throat packs with more sugar and dough. Your eyes rolls back in your head, your heart pounds. Denise barks at you as she pounds your ***,
"Eat you ***ing blubber pig, that's it you overfed ***ing HOG, fill that fat gut."
Your head swims; your heavy swelling gut slaps against your thighs, Gretchen forces you to chug heavy sweet cream, you gut swells, then sags, under the weight of your feeding. She continues to feed you, Denise reaches around your filling bulk and plays with your clits as she ***s you. You feel your ribcage and belly stretch to accommodate your stuffing. You inch closer to orgasm, so ***ing full, oh god, so ***ing stuffed. Gretchen shoves more in,
"That's it wideload, pack that gut with blubber for us, you think you're the first one, how do you think I got this gut?" she yanks down her tight pants and plops her massive white belly on the table, she shoves a jelly-filled into her navel then pushes your face into her donut filled jelly-belly.
"That's it hog," Denise yells, "eat right out of her fat belly, we're going to grow you one like that you lazy ***ing porker." You start to come: the sweet jelly, the warm softness of Gretchen's belly, your secret desire to be fattened like an absolute PIG, orgasms explode through you: you come, Denise comes, Gretchen comes.
Denise and Gretchen help you back into your tight clothes, it's hard not to giggle. They only get the lowest button of your jeans fastened; you're just too bloated. They laugh. They help you into your shirt which won't stay down past your ribs. Denise tugs it down, you breathe, it rides back up. More laughter. You waddle into the hall like a parade float,too satisfied to care the state they've left you in. Your top rides up showing your alarmingly bloated hog belly which stretches out before you round and tight; your pants are unbuttoned down to the last button and still the thick fat of your waist squeezes well over the beltline. You lean slightly back as you pilot your jelly-packed piggy pot towards the exit. You're red-faced and sweating, your eyes glassy from orgasms and sugar and cream and orgasms. Your belly sloshes painfully from side to side.
The receptionist and the people in the waiting room gasp collectively as you puff and waddle your soft, overfed bulk into view. You've never felt so full (or so satisfied.) You cradle your belly with one hand, balance yourself against a wall with the other and, with shallow breaths, move slowly towards the door. You turn to the receptionist intendind to say 'I'll call to schedule my next appointment,' but what comes out is "BUUURRRRRAAAWWWPPPP!!!!" The receptionist turns pale, waiting patients inhale sharply, you open the exit door and ease slowly into the warm sunshine.