Chapter 4 - and in the end

"It feels so good, I can't stop." You look at the ice cream tub, then reach out for more of its sweet frozen calorie-laden temptations. "I can't stop eating."

I won't let you stop, my little pudgy piggy. Eat for me, and you will experience pleasures you have only dreamed of.

My hand moves under your belly where you are nice and soft, then to your hard throbbing pole.

"Oink," you grunt. "Oink."

My obedient piggy, I love you so, I will spoil you into a never-ending orgasm of obesity.

My hands move up and down between your legs, rubbing softly at first, then more firmly and rhythmically. You feel the pleasure of my touch on your pole.

"Keep eating," I insist, moving my lips to surround your manhood.

Suddenly, you stop and blush, in a bit of shock, sweating so much that it rolls off you.

"Oh no," you say. "I may explode, like that mouse, and I'm so stuffed and bloated . . . and horny." You chuckle nervously to yourself.

No, if you stop, I'll stop, I whisper into your pubic hairs, my lips firm around you. You eat the ice cream, and I'll eat you, Piglet.

I reach and caress your protruding gut as you keep eating from the ice cream tub, your face and body now covered with the messiness of sticky melting ice cream.

You moan with pleasure. "This is my, my, my secret desire."

I know, Piglet. I put this secret desire in your heart and soul, and now, finally, now, you will live your fantasy.

I move up on top of you, straddling your wide thighs and lowering myself onto your pole. I moan a deep-throated sexy moan.

Eat, eat, eat, don't stop, or I will stop.

"My secret desire," you groan between bites of ice cream.

What a great big fat secret to have, deary. How happy you are! Such pleasure in eating and growing into a beautiful piggy.

"I need to stop. So good, so good. I need to stop. I'm going to explode."

No, Piglet, don't. Give in to your deepest desires. There is no turning back now.

"But this is so bad for me to do." You halt eating for a few seconds, and you are breathing with great difficulty now.

No, you are wrong. It is a good thing, my chunky man. You are letting go of all notions that fat is bad or ugly. Even if fat were a bad thing, you can't stop anyway. You want to be a piglet, so now you will not stop eating until you get as big as a hog.

I release a devilish laugh which bounces about inside the room, echoing in your head.

"So good, so good, I never felt so horny." You writhe about beneath me in a sensual seizure of pleasure.

Go ahead, Piglet. Relieve yourself of your love juices. Fill me full, as I have filled you full. It's okay. No one is here but you and I. Free your soul and your body from all constraints.

I scratch my fingernails across your belly. Your skin is tight and stretched across the bloated expanse of your gut. One poke of my sharpened fingernails, and I am certain you will bust like an over-ripened watermelon.

I scream at you. Cum in me, you fat ***er! My fingers play across your chest, squeezing your man-boobs, tweaking your nipples playfully.

"I won't be able to fit back into my clothes after this," you scream.

Or ever again, Piglet. It's okay. You can always get new clothes. If you survive, that is.

Your belly pokes out so hard and sensuously, stretching your skin even more. You look at yourself, and your eyes do a quick assessment of every crease and fat roll.

I insist you eat, and you continue to slosh ice cream in, filling every nook and cranny of your stomach and guts.

"Ooooh, this is so tempting. I have never felt like this before."

What wondrous joy is ahead of you!

"I can't stop now even if I wanted to. It's all too good, the chocolate ice cream, the bloating, my fingers upon my belly, these love handles, and you on top of me. It's all so good. Too good."

I slide myself up and down your hardness, coming down very firmly upon your belly. I push it with a lot of force. Go ahead, Piglet. Release your pleasures. Let them all out.

Your heart is beating very fast. Your breathing becomes alternately more labored and then quicker. Catching your breath is hard and difficult now.

Your stomach is going to turn all that food into flab, adding to your beauty and your weight. You are going to become so heavy now that you have started this journey.

"What a glutton I am! And so hungry and horny all at the same time."

It feels so good, doesn't it, Piglet?

Your fingers move swiftly now to feed yourself -- and I move upon you swiftly as well, to suck you dry of your semen. I scream for you to release it into me.

"I am getting so horny and full inside," you whimper and shiver. "And my belly seems like a balloon blowing up." You whimper, out of breath, with a joyous expression on your face.

It is not wrong to do this. How could such joy ever be wrong, Piglet?

You moan and groan loudly, closing your eyes and shuddering, your whole body shaking, the fat jiggling across you in small waves.

"I want to eat more. I want more. Oh, I have never felt anything like this before. My appetite and horniness are too great." You are savoring the last few bites of ice cream, enjoying it all the more because it is nearly gone.

Oh, Piglet! I scream, bouncing on top of your belly. As I ride you, my wings spread out dark and full, my horns sprout atop my head. You feel my tail wrapping around your thick thighs, poking into your softness. I smile a sharp-toothed grin.

Still, you cannot stop eating. Your mouth fills with lustful moans of pleasure.

Just then, you hear a noise inside of you, a loud popping noise. It feels like thunder burning inside your gut. You try to speak, but you can only grunt and snort.

You're going to blow, I whisper in your ear.

This notion, your greatest secret desire, brings you to climax.

Just then, I feel you spraying up inside of me, hot cum filling me, giving me your sexual essence, as your soul starts to drift away.

"Ohhhhhhh!" you scream, your mouth open wider than ever in a perfect O, as an orgasm blasts through your chubby body. You convulse in pleasure as you swallow your last bite of ice cream, your flab jiggling as your body quakes.

What a good piglet you are, big boy! I wanted you to eat it all, and you did. Good Piglet! Or should I say, bad Piglet, evil Piglet! I laugh wickedly inside your skull.

"I can't believe I let myself do this," you moan regretfully as you feel your guts tearing inside of you.

Oh, you did not do this alone, big boy.

I laugh wickedly as your eyes grow dim and close, and your body's pinkness fades to grey.

Don't forget, Piglet. I am here with you always. And neither you nor your conscience can drown out my voice again. Ever.

And by the way, welcome to Hell!

You feel the heat of flames now upon you, your body sweating like a pig roasting on a spit. You open your mouth in a silent scream, and something hot and distasteful fills your mouth, burning your tongue.

There is no ice cream in Hell, my dear Piglet!

You cringe as your new eternity begins.