chapter two

You feel your underbelly fat being manipulated as I lean into you, your belly flattening against me as I stare deep into your eyes and tell you that I have never seen you eat like that before but still you are not fat enough for my pleasure. I lift your gut high, higher until you feel your pubic skin begin to stretch, then I start to let it go, a little bit at first and then I take my hands away completely watching your swollen abdomen quiver as it bounces between your white thighs.

I know deep down you desire to be even fatter. yes, and you have been a good pig, I let my hand slide down your belly again, pressing in, feeling your hard, bloated stomach so huge and distended, a huge bag of fat arcing out from your body. still heavy from your feeding.

And I know how you ache in more ways than one.

You press towards me with desire but the chains hold you back, your hips moving. You are aching with lust and thrusting against your restraints, open your man sex to me but the chains are short. Still you arch yourself toward me, aching for my touch and your release

I press your belly downward, making it bounce against your erect member and you keep thrusting your hips as I squeeze the underside fat of your belly against your swollen sex increasing the friction and you begin to be overcome in your desire. The ache of your huge belly, the ache of your groin.

Thrusting, your breasts swaying as you rape your own belly as I hold it, steadying it, watching you become an animal, breasts jiggling, grunting like a pig, fat and huge as you thrust your hips faster and I lean forward and suck your nipples and as my tongue touches the tip you cry out and, shuddering, begin to cum still thrusting wildly shaking, spasming, sweating and grunting and you cum. Gushing, you explode, your rich juice erupting in an orgasmic release and you shudder, lost in your own little world, moaning softly as I stroke your quivering fat and as you begin to quiet, I slowly begin to unchain you, allowing you to slide to the bed beneath you and you feel your belly flow between your legs as I sit next to you, holding you, letting you rest your head in my lap as I gently massage your belly. Every so often feeling you shudder, still experiencing exquisite mini orgasms.

I am wet, very wet, and as I lean forward you feel my soft lips brush against your plump cheek. Your body shudders again and I am pleased.

When you wake I will let my servants help you up and lead you into the steaming baths. Water from the hot artesian springs collects in natural pools in the rock, washed clean twice a day by the tides. But now, I let you snore softly in my lap, a tender moment I would never let you see.

Clean and dressed I summon you before me. As a cautious merchant in an uncertain situation you drink sparingly of my wine. I am gratified however to see you dig into the feast I have laid out for you. I will not let you see me squirm, but the site of you tearing into the leg of lamb, devouring whole quail, thoroughly enjoying my feast only 24 hours after I released you from your chains is having it's effect on me. Is your gluttony a show designed to unsettle me? Your lower belly is surely still plump and heavy from forcing you to gorge for me. I feel myself flushing, ready to order my guards to strip you and remove you immediately to my tower room. Yes to ruthlessly stuff you again so soon, it would be a clear message that I am serious.

Instead, I take a deep breath as I watch your lips grow slick with grease and ask; "Have you never wondered why your ships have enjoyed safe passage in my waters? Ah, yes... you have considered yourself lucky, even talented. You didn't know I was sparing you. I wanted your network to thrive, increase, so that you might be useful to me. "

Trailing my gaze over your substantial form, "These last few years I have enjoyed watching you... increase. I need someone who can help me market the goods that I seize, a skilled merchant such as yourself with a solid reputation. I will not interfere with the trade of your house, you will be free to continue your own business ventures as well as mine. If you serve me well there is no reason that we both cannot prosper. All I ask is your complete loyalty to me." I shiver at the thought of you again in chains, your half hearted efforts to resist me as I force your belly to grow huge for me.

Do you already suspect what my loyalty will require? Each time I will force you larger.

Putting that delicious vision aside, I continue, "Otherwise your ships will burn. I will destroy what you have worked so hard to achieve and you will never leave my tower room. I will punish you without mercy." I see the sudden flicker of desire in your eyes. I lightly slide my hand down the curve of your belly and say in a low voice, "or reward you, as the case may be."

Your sudden stiffness all I need to confirm that the threat of time in my tower room excites you. Yes I have chosen well, I think, as your manhood continues to swell in my hand. It is no accident that you have fattened as your business has grown. I have noticed that you choose garments that accentuate the swell of your belly, that you wear your weight proudly for all to see, belly a steadily growing symbol of your prosperity. Your first visit to my tower has shown me that fattening may also be a source of deep eroticism for you. Yet I'm sure that no one has ever toyed with you, forcing you to your limits as I did. I am going to bring you to that point over and over again. Will it be too much for you? Or will you grow to like it, start to crave it, beg for it? You enjoy the shape you have given yourself. I am not sure if you are ready for the shape I am going to give you.

"Shall we work together?" I ask, "form a partnership that will bring us both great wealth? Or are you going to resist me? Forcing me to punish you?"

I see you eat, watching me out of the corner of your eye. Yes, you shouldn't be hungry after your recent ordeal, but for some reason you are famished and so you eat. Listening to my not so subtly veiled threats. why am I so interested in you, you wonder. it makes complete sense though, you have to admit, free passage for your captains and you remain a hostage, hostage? or honored guest? You're still unsure, as your body is still quivering from the recent experience.

Yes, I can see you think, why not...I see the light change in your eyes as your hand strokes the side of your distended abdomen...your ships left to ply their trade, your riches increasing exponentially as your belly expands and all you have to do is remain in my power.

You see my eyes following your motions plate to mouth, then again, over and over, your hand stroking your rounded belly. Maybe you realize I don't really care about riches or wealth, or power, I only want to watch you eat and grow fatter. Why? You are puzzled and pause massaging your stretched belly. Yes, go ahead and burp as you lean back, your belly nearing again its maximum capacity. I see it in your eyes now, and I have proof. it's your fatness that somehow appeals to me, and to you...your gluttony and its magnificent results.

You let out a moan as you massage your stretched gut and I let you see me lick my lips. Yes, that's it, you think, and yes...you will agree. You've enjoyed your indulgences but have been uncomfortable about the increased difficulties, your limitations. no longer the young, svelte entrepreneur are you now, you have let yourself go.

But now you have someone who will let you revel in all the decadent sensations you crave, essentially take all the worries away. And leave you richer and more powerful than ever.

So yes. Yes, why the hell not. You have nothing to lose and from my looks and subtle wordless encouragement, a lot to gain.

To be continued...maybe.

Pirate Queen wanted for continuing hazardous adventures. No wages, internal warmth only, long hours using only erotic or sensual metaphors. Boredom doubtful. Honor and multiple orgasms in event of success.