chapter three

He may be angry with me, but it doesn't stop him from fattening, from eating, and from ***ing. I stuff him with pizzas, cheeseburgers, milkshakes, and he eats through the pain, filling and fattening and growing. My sweet butterball.

I straddle him and shove cake down his throat as he cums hard inside me. "I need you to oink for me when you come, baby", I whisper to him. "Like a real piggie."

"Oink, oink", he cries, spilling himself.

As months pile up, he grows too fat for my measuring tape, for my calipers, he's got to be close to 400 pounds, of round roly poly delight.

It's Franklin who stops me. "You're getting too close to this one", he says, "Do you even want him for dinner anymore?"

"I'm not answering that", I say, wondering myself.

"What you've done to my brother disgusts me", Gretel spits.

"I didn't ask you. I asked you to heat up the stove."

I go around to check....and she pushes me.

"Die bitch!" she screams. I turn around, and hit her, and she flies across the room.

"Stupid girl. If I've told you once, I've told you thrice, I'm in charge, whether you're a girl, or three blind mice..." I wave my hand and Gretel melts away, and turns into a little gray mouse on the floor.

"Lucifer!" I cry. The mouse takes off, terrified, as my cat rushes into the room. I smile as I hear the little mouse bones crunch.

"Dinner!" Hansel is napping in bed, naked, too fat for any clothes I have, just naked, natural, and semi hard, happy to be fat and to be mine.

I put the food down in front of him. "I let your sister go", I tell him.

"Thank you", he says, "she never really belonged here."

"No she didn't, she has nothing to do with us", I say, kissing him. "Are you happy?"

"I am", he says, patting his huge round belly, "I am."

His butt is huge, his thighs are thick, his hips are fat...he's ready.

"I'm yours. For making my dreams come true. I always really wanted this. If you want my life...it's yours", he says.

I kiss him. No one ever offered before, and it changes me completely.

"Very well", I say, "There will be a pig on my table tonight."

Hours later, I lead Hansel into the dining room where pork is being served.

"I thought...when you said there would be a pig on your table...I thought you meant me!"

"What?!" I asked. "I was kidding. You really think I would eat a PERSON?!"

"Yeah", he says, confused.

"What a misunderstanding. Now my sweet darling, you're my piggy all right, but a different kind." I kiss him.

He takes a big relieved breath. "Thank God! I figured the worst today!"

"Silly goose. Let me get the mashed potatoes." I go into the kitchen.

Franklin is wearing a long black apron and goggles. "We're not butchering the man-pig tonight?" he asks.

"Changed my mind", I say.

Franklin is staring. "I don't like it", he says, "This one has been around too long. It's time to cull this hog..."

"I'm thinking I'll keep him", I say, "For sex, maybe even reproduction."

"Reproduction?!&qu ot; Franklin shouts, "Do you hear yourself? You want kids with this guy?"

"He's smart, funny, he has good hair, and all his own teeth, why not? You're far too difficult to please, Franklin..."

"I won't have it!" he shouts, "Get rid of him!"

"You know I'm thinking you're right, there's one too many people here", I growl at him.

"I know so", he confirms.

"Sing a song of sixpence, pocket full of rye, four and twenty blackbirds..." His apron disappears and Franklin transforms into a blackbird.

"Baked in a pie."

He squawks and flies toward the window. "Lucifer!" Kitty catches him by a wing.

"Darling", I call in to Hansel, "How do you feel about birds?"

"Birds?"

&quo t;Poultry?"

"I like chicken, I like turkey", he says.

"Good enough", I answer, "Add um...chicken pot pie to the menu."

"Yum!" he yells.

"I'm going to make you huge, and mine forever", I say.