chapter 2

She was intensely cute and sweet as she sat at the table waiting, soft fat on her face making her look more youthful and innocent, as if even unknowing, and certainly not instigating or insisting upon, of what was about to come. Wrapping from the back of her cheeks to under her chin, it was still barely thicker than it was on our wedding day, just distinctly softer and more delicate to my eyes, and to my fingers. Her eyes looked very sleepy themselves for all her purpose as I warmed up some food. I carried it over, a fry-up of leftovers that I knew would mesh well flavor-wise together, a few roasted vegetables, duck leg meat, salted turkey breast, slices from a delicate meatloaf, fried in plenty of butter, some egg and cream, and a little cheese.

She looked at me as I sat down. I scooted closer and began what had now, unintentionally really, become our ritual, feeding her myself. She opened her mouth as is if dutifully with each bite, looking down her cute little nose at it with focus, though I knew how hungry she was by now. I had, as I always did, made a batch of food too big for her, but as I fed her gently, methodically, she ate each bite without hesitation.

Soon I began rubbing her tummy, and she began moaning softly as she ate each bite: Her eyes closing now, her cheeks flushing a little as her blood moved. From my rubbing, and experience, I could tell when she was finally full, and I kissed her ear and moved my chair closer for the second half.

I scooted her into my lap, my 6'3 head above and beside her shoulder, and my other hand found her becoming quite aroused, as her bottom spread softly on my lap.

As I continued to stuff her now, she and I both knew she was at this point eating, overeating, purposely to get fat, and that I was purposely and knowingly and intentionally and dominantly and even forcefully overfeeding my young wife to make her body put on fatty weight, purposefully purposely to make her softening female body even softer, even fatter, and soon she began peaking a little here and there. I was slow and gentle, with both hands, keeping her going, egging on her hormones to keep her eating.

When only about a quarter of the fry up was left, and she was now nearly dripping around my fingers from her soft sweet furry womanhood, I lifted her up, onto the table, and put her on all fours with the plate in front of her and her ass hanging off the back. there was a small hole, very stretched, right in the crotch of her pants, so rather than pulling them off, I easily and quickly ripped down, to a sharp noise of protest, ruining them and revealing her shiny and moist, warm, pink love, and proceeded to tease her into finishing with my mouth and hands licking and flicking and pinching and squeezing and rubbing her, supporting her occasionally as she peaked harder and harder now, but she always continued eating almost immediately, until finally only a few bites were left, and I lifted her again to my arms, bottom on my lap, and finger-fed her the last of it, forcing bites into her softly resisting mouth.

Her hand pulsed lightly on my thickness as she groaned from the stuffing as I held her, my newly growing princess, and I rubbed her belly gently for about fifteen minutes before finally carrying her up to bed. She was asleep in my arms before we got there. It was about 4 am. I set my Bluetooth alarm for 9 so that I could get started on breakfast without waking her. Tomorrow would be a big day. I might even take my little chubby piglet swimming. She loved the new two-piece I'd gotten for her. It was almost two sizes small now. I had thought the river, but the public pool might be fun too. Few things made her hotter than showing off for me and being very embarrassed at the same time. My kinky, sweet, demure, naughty, horny, hungry, feedee piglet wife.



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posted the cover sketch for this story on my DA
https://plaidnok.deviantart.com/art/Midnight -Nosh-Cover-705724153