Chapter 3 - 3

When Joe walked in forty minutes later, Gemma and Nicole had left but his girlfriend had hardly stirred. She still lay on the table, though she had shifted slightly on to her left side to take the pressure off her swollen stomach, which now sat fatly beside her, so distended that it seemed almost like a separate entity in the periphery of her hazy vision. Through her confused daze she saw Joe walk over to her, apparently chuckling to himself. He looked down at her as she lay there motionless, slick with oil and sweat, flushed with sex, and looking fatter than he had ever seen her. He knelt down and kissed her hot lips, and was surprised and excited to taste another woman on them.

"Looks like you've been a naughty girl while I've been gone," he smiled, brushing a strand of blonde hair from her red cheek. "Looks like you've been acting like a real little piggy. Look how fat you got!"

Her half-open eyelids fluttered as he gently patted her belly. It shook like a jelly, gorged but still soft. "Yeah..." she murmured breathily, "I really have been a pig".
"Well, you know what happens when you act like a piggy..." whispered Joe into her ear, "When you act like a piggy, you get treated like a piggy."

He stood and reached into the cupboard under the stairs, then crossed to the fruit bowl on the dining table. Picking up a shiny red apple, he tossed it in the air and caught it, and then walked back over to El's coffee table. He whipped his shirt off over his head, and then dropped his trousers and boxers.

El's open lips were ready to receive his cock, still only partially erect. She took it right into her warm wet mouth, pressing her lips against his body and sucking as he quickly began to harden. Meanwhile, Joe hefted her pliant hips so that she was on her knees on the table, her fat gut hanging pendulously below her. He took both her wrists in his hands, bringing them together on the small of her back, and bound them together with the electrical tape he had taken out of the cupboard, by which time El had sucked him into a full hard-on. He withdrew his cock from her mouth and took up the red apple, lifting her head by the hair and fitting the fruit firmly between her teeth. "Now, make sure you keep it right there, piggy girl!"

Lying bound and stuffed on the table, she really did look like a chubby little pig. Her skin was still pink from her earlier exertions, her firm rounded breasts were squashed against the wooden surface, and her engorged underbelly hung heavily, just brushing the table as it swung gently with her laboured breathing.
Joe moved behind her and lay his hands on her soft hips, gently kneading the soft oiled fat. He slid his hands slowly up her sides, over her still-defined waist and the sides of her bulging breasts. His left hand continued on a course through her tousled hair, over her chin and apple-stuffed mouth to her nose, his forefinger and second finger hooking gently under her nostrils. He pulled slowly up and she arched her back, lifting her head and raising her breasts off the table, her hot breath rushing over Joe's fingers. He raised his free right hand and slapped her rounded bottom, his palm making a resounding noise as shockwaves of fat rippled across her butt and into her hips. Joe waited a couple of seconds for the jiggling to subside then spanked her again. Little muffled moans of gratification showed that she was enjoying this faux-punishment, and Joe lifted her face higher, her nose forced into a little pig-snout by his fingers. Her full breasts swayed in front of her, still perkily defying gravity despite her recently increased poundage, and her stuffed stomach bulged and heaved below as Joe delivered slap after stinging slap to her tender buttocks. "You've been a bad little pig, haven't you, fatty?"

Eventually Joe released her nose, lowering her flushed face back to the table as he delivered one hard final spank to her pink behind. "Now I'm going to stick you like a pig, fat girl", he whispered as she looked at him over her right shoulder, her left cheek against the wood of the table. Her eyes opened wide as he thrust his whole length inside her, and began to pump her hard. Her bound hands, resting on the small of her back, balled into little fists as he worked her pussy; her belly, hanging below her, shook back and forth, and her plump boobs pressed against the wood. Joe's strong hands were rubbing and kneading the yielding flesh of her hips and buttocks, sliding over the oiled skin with ease and grabbing generous handfuls of fat. Now he moved them down and cupped them both around her quivering pot-belly, hefting it so that it pressed into her and felt fuller than ever. His fingers dug into the soft fat as he lifted more and more; he had stopped thrusting, his cock throbbing deep inside her, and El felt her breasts lift off the table, struggling to breathe through her apple gag as he put ever more pressure on her gorged gut. Soon he had lifted her plump body clear off the table, and now he set her down on her side on the sofa, lying behind her with his hands still grasping her belly, his fingers sinking deep into her hot flesh as he began to pump her pussy once more.

He moved one hand to her thigh, supporting it as her foot shook in the air, his other hand squeezing her stomach as her heavy breasts jiggled with every deep thrust. Slowly, his fingers traced their way up her thigh towards her wet, warm pussy, where he began to rub her clitoris, circling with every deep, hard thrust of his cock. "You like that, fat girl?" he whispered in her ear, to be answered by a muffled groan of pleasure.

Now she found herself on top of him and facing away, both his hands once again squeezing her big pot-belly as he ***ed her harder and harder. Her bound hands were on his chest, her thighs splayed around him as he worked her wet pussy, and her face was as red as the shiny apple still stuffing her mouth, her blonde curls flying. She felt his hands grasp her protruding gut still more firmly; her quaking fat bulged over his fingers, and she heard his words in her ear, "Now I'm going to *** your fat, pig."

He withdrew his cock and she was helpless, her plump golden body weak with pleasure, covered in oil, sweat and the remnants of food. He put her in a sitting position on the sofa, her hands still bound behind her and the apple still in her mouth. Joe slid one strong hand underneath the roll of fat beneath her belly-button, so that the rounded mass of her lower stomach spilled over his fingers. He squeezed the belly-fat and she let out a loud gasp, feeling as if she would orgasm if he continued to caress her bulging gut. His other hand now pressed down from the top of her paunch below her breasts, creating a deep fold in which her navel was buried. "Just look at all that fat. What a plump, porky, pink pig you are!" He shook the protruding fat with both hands so that it quivered, and El's eyes were wide now, fixated on her own abundant plumpness. Now his manhood slid into the belly-fold, the mounds of flesh yielding to accept it, and El felt a shot of pleasure through her pussy which was even more intense than before. He slid in and out of the fat-fold, squeezing his hands together so that her luxurious fat closed completely over his cock. She surrendered to the feeling of his hands kneading her soft stomach-flesh around his hard dick, feeling how it wobbled as he pumped faster. "Do you like that, fat girl? You like me ***ing your fat pig belly?"

El couldn't respond. To her it felt like her whole body was made of fat; she was so soft and malleable, her entire being quivering and heaving as Joe's rigid staff penetrated her to the core. His burning cock was the only solid thing inside her; her bones had dissolved, and her entire being was a quaking mass of fat, wobbling wildly back and forth around the solid manly pole that was Joe.

As he pumped her sensitive, shaking flesh, a barrage of fireworks exploded from her loins, rocketing throughout her whole body and burning her up in ecstasy. Her teeth clenched and the apple bounced to the floor, a glistening white bite-mark in its glossy surface. At the same moment, Joe spurted his load over her wobbling stomach, coating the soft bulging fat with white. Through the roaring din in her ears she heard Joe's voice saying "That's right piggy, squeal! Squeal, pig!"

Soon they were lying together on the sofa, just as they had done a couple of months earlier, when El's body had been like that of a glamour model. This time Joe had no need to use his imagination in order to see his ideal woman: she was entirely perfect. The soft curve of her hip; the quivering little love-handle at her waist; her full, firm breasts; the cute hint of a double chin beneath her angelic, rounded sleeping face. But most of all he loved the rounded gut protruding fatly in front of her, a chubby pot-belly gorged with food. He gently stroked and caressed it, feeling the doughy flesh rise and fall beneath his hand with her still-heavy breathing.