Chapter 2 - 2

You rush around in a nervous panic. You shower and clean up best you can. Boxes of food sit open on the table - you hope he'll get the hint. You pull a few pieces of clothing off your unused treadmill and laugh. Every part of your body jiggles now, it seems. The treadmill was your ex-husband's idea. A final effort to keep his growing wife from becoming an hoggishly fat embarassment. You never even read the instructions. You wear workout clothes around the house, only because they are comfortable and stretchy but haven't lifted a finger to exercise in at least two years. You continue to snack as you tidy up, excited about your rendezvous.
Your phone buzzes,the text message reads, "I'm outside, FATSO." You giggle excitedly and imgine yourself the fattest of the Three Little Pigs with the Wolf just outside your door. As a young girl, you used to pretend the Wolf got past your door and proceeded to fatten you mercilessly before having you for dinner. You jiggle to the door and let him in.
"You've got a little powdered sugar on your chin," he says motioning to the spot on his own chin. You apologize and wipe your face. He looks you up and down and smiles, "I've been checking you out a lot this year, you've really gotten FAT. I mean, you must eat like a pig when no one's around." He reaches out and grabs a juicy side roll and tugs it for emphasis.
You gasp. He grabs more fat and pulls you close. He nips your ears and neck and slides his hand under your soft belly. Her gropes the heavy, hanging fat and moans. "Oh god, you've turned into such a ***ing pig, mmm, so sexy." You're so turned on you can't think. He continues to kiss you and knead and tug and waggle your fat. In a moment of resolve, he pulls away from you.
"Go plug in that treadmill, lard ass. You're going to work out for me before I let you cum."
Oh god, you groan, you can't believe this is happening. Your underwear is soaked and you're trembling with desire. You plug in the treadmill and gasp as he grabs two whole pies from the table.
"Take of your shirt," he says, " and your pants. I want to see those jelly rolls wobble."
You remove your clothes hurriedly and stand before him with soaked panties and a too-tight bra squeezing your fat into huge underarm rolls. He laughs and slides his hand under your belly and begins rubbing your clit.
"Oh god," you say, "Oh please make me cum, I'm so horny." You push your pelvis into his fingers and he pulls away and laughs at you.
"Two pies and a little workout, lard belly, that's all that 's between you and as many orgasms as you can stand." Your knees wobble, desire sweeps through you and the treadmill whirs to life.
Your feet pound the treadmill. The metal parts grind, the plastic frame creaks and protests under your heavy falling weight. Oh how you wobble, your fat bounces and lurches in every direction, waves ripple around your waist, back-fat jelly slaps and smacks and rebounds into itself. He slaps your *** hard, "work harder, you sloppy hippo, look how fat you've gotten, look at this ass shake." He forces half a slice of pie in your mouth. Your eyes rolls backin your head, you're forced to breathe through your nose, your cheeks bulge. More pie.
"That's it pig, jiggle for me, jiggle that belly butter, shake those ***ing pig handles." Your chest heaves, you gasp for air, you stumble, he shoves more pie in. You gasp and gasp, more pie, "Jiggle for me, you fat pig, jiggle that jelly, show me what a greedy hippo you've been this year." You wave your hand and give up, you barely lasted two minutes. You clutch the crossbar and grunt as you force yourself to swallow the pie. "Oh god, I'm so heavy, so fat and out of shape." He grabs your belly and hefts it, "Look at all this ***ing lard, jesus, you ***ing fat cow, look at you, look at what you've done." You're so embarassed, so horny. You waddle to a chair and sit down. You're sweating, your belly rises and falls and wobbles as you gasp for air. "Oh god....so...***ing...fat...can't...oh....***. ..so outta....shape."
He pats your heaving belly, "That was embarassing, you didn't last two minutes and that was the lowest setting." You blow a strand of hair from your face and stare at him. He slaps your soft gut and pushes more pie into your mouth. You open up eagerly and allow him to stuff you. He fondles your soft heavy side rolls and packs your greedy belly. He slides a hand between your heavy thighs and teases your clit lightly as he stuffs more in. You moan excitedly through bulging cheeks. You winch as he pinches a fat thigh roll, "No cumming yet, you overfed cow, we've got to get you nice and full first."
You growl frustratedly and open your mouth for more. More pie. Your feel your gut filling, getting tight, pushing outward. He pushes your thighs apart, you feel the downward pull of all that food and belly meat. God, what a hog, you're so ashamed, so aroused at your utter transfromation from a plump and desireable house wife to an obese, gluttonous, divorced whale-pig. More pie. He squeezes your arm fat, your thick side rolls, your love handles. Your gut stretches and droops a few more inches. More pie.
You lean back and belch. The pie in your belly settles a few inches. You slap the side of your bloated pig-belly and grin stupidly. He's packed you so full you can hardly move, your face is smeared with a blueberry filling, you belch again. He smiles and pats your upper belly, "Jesus, you're a like a baby elephant."
He helps you up and uses a handful of back fat to steer you to the couch. Your belly is so heavy, you wince, it slaps heavily into your thighs. "Oh, easy,easy, you've stuffed me so full."
He eases you onto the couch and begins to rub you swollen tummy. He unfastens your bra and begins to squeeze handfuls of your back fat as he kisses your nipples playfully. You lean back and moan excitedly. You haven't been with anyone since your husband and towards the end, he couldn't even get excited. You reach between the cashier's thighs and squeeze his cock. Jesus, it's so hard. He makes a guttural sound as you give his cock another squeeze. He desperately unzips his pants and is audibly relieved as it springs free. He kisses your belly and rubs it softly as you continue to rub his dick in short lazy strokes − It's all you can manage in your beached-whale state.
He kisses his way down your swollen, fat, jelly pot and disappears around its straining curve. You pant and relax into the couch. He drags his tongue lightly down the painfully swollen underside of your belly. He nuzzles his nose into your pubic mound and then lightly licks and kisses your tight belly again. He squeeze your fatty hips, nips lightly at your dimpled inner -thigh fat.
"Oh ***, yes, this, more." You say.
He slides his tongue alongside your clit, he sucks your labia playfully and slides two fingers easily in. You moan and squeeze one of your heavy tits. He pushes his fingers against the front wall of your c*nt and strokes rythmically. He places his soft lips over your clit and begins to suck lightly. He pushes on your tight belly as if to remind you that you've been a naughty greedy piggy. You moan. Your anus tightens, you feel the orgasm gathering force, he increases his speed just slightly. That familiar tingling starts, oh he's getting you so close. More sucking, more stroking. He grabs a huge fistful of side fat and shakes it. A muffled moan escapes from him. You slip past the point of going back and cum and cum and cum. Mmm, the sweet warmth.
He slides you onto your back, stretched out on the couch and waits for your orgasm to pass. You smile as the contractions and surges fade. Your belly is still tight and swollen, your awareness floats apart from your body. He pushes your thighs apart and enters you slowly. You gasp.
"Do you like the way that feels, fatty, you like that, you overstuffed hog?"
You gasp your reply. He pushes gently down on you belly,oh the pressure, so ***ing stuffed. He cups your tight belly with both hands as he slowly ***s you, "You're only going to get fatter, piggy. I plan on visiting you regularly." He slides in and out, increasing his pace slightly. "I'll be making sure you fill that cart with lots and lots of junk. Junk sure to fatten you up nice and big." His stroke quickens, he presses your belly slightly. You groan with pleasure, oh to be so full and ***ed.
"Promise me you'll be a good fat girl and eat for me, promise me, you greedy pig." Oh god, you want this so bad.
"I promise, oh, *** your fat piggy, just like that, oh ***, I promise I promise."
He cock swells, his pace quickens. Another orgasm tingles at the edge of your awareness. He grabs two fistfuls of side fat and begins to moan, his cock hardens. His cries turn desperate, "You're such a ***ing pig....un...so soft...oh ***...getting so ***ing big....tubby ***pig." He's moving fast now, his eyes roll back, he presses his belly forward, hard belly against soft belly, "oh piggy, you fat pig, ***ing blubber, so much blubber," and loses control. You smile as he cums inside you and slowly collapses onto your bloated belly. His cock tickles slightly as it slowly deflates. He lays there for a moment mumuring and moaning, glassy-eyed. You rub his head gently and he steals one last blubber squeeze. You giggle and say, "Does this mean you'd like to see me again?"
He laughs, "Oh god, please tell me you're joking." You laugh, "you'll just have to find out the next time I'm in the store." He groans and you feel him growing hard again.