chapter three

Meanwhile, down the street...

"Harey, I've told you, I've gotten to a place where I'm comfortable it's just me and my work...no lady is right for me, they pre-judge piggies", Porky says sadly.

"Not this one, she had entire computer full of them", Harey insists.

They sit on a Victorian velvet sofa, a patchwork quilt between them, a floral tea service on the trunk in front of them.

Porky takes a sip. "An entire computer of pigs?!"

"Well...pigs like you, well not quite like you, of men that is to say, human men, but all of them were shaped like you..."

"Like me?" Porky wore black pants and tight striped shirt that would never dream of covering the big round belly that spilled over his pants. He rubbed his tummy fondly. "As fat as I am?"

"Even fatter!"

"Really?"

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"Hmmmmmmm....okay, I'll meet her...."

"She even writes about feeding them, stuffing them..."

"Stuffing?!" Porky licked his lips. "Well, I guess I haven't been on a date in a while..."

A week later

"I can't believe I'm going on a date in this place", I say to the woman in the shoe.

"He's a very nice pig...man..."

"Pig man?" I ask.

"Not the way you make it sound, dear...."

"What if I don't like her?" I hear, as two people approach, "What if she's...oh wow."

He stops talking. "He" is a man with a snout, dressed in normal looking clothes, but for a big white belly sticking out between his shirt and pants. There's a face drawn on it.

He walks over to me and makes a low bow, then takes my hand and kisses it. I'm too dumbstuck to speak.

"My name is Porky Pierrot", he says, with a flourish, "Hello, my beauty."

"Uh...hello, Mr. Pierrot."

"Please call me Porky. And please rub my belly if you will...it's a test of sorts..."

"A test?" But I don't argue because I want to touch it too badly. I rub his big round belly, so full and soft, soooooooooo round. I cup it, squeeze it, before I even know what I'm doing. My stomach flops to my knees.

"That feels amazing", he says, "You enjoy males of the chubby variety?"

"I, um...do." I say, flushing red.

"Well, I'll tell you a little about me. I'm a musician, magician, hypnotist, comedian, fx artist and general performer and this combines my passions for art and fatness", he says.

"You're a what?" I know my eyes are big as saucers.

"I'm a musician, magician, hyp..."

"No, it's okay, I got it", I say.

"May I take you to dinner, my lady?" he asks, bowing again.

"Uh, sure." I glance behind us, where the woman in the shoe is giving the mayor a thumbs-up.

When we arrive, the restaurant looks like old pictures of Tavern on the Green. The entire restaurant almost looks like a big greenhouse, entirely glass, and surrounded by grass and bushes cut into animal shapes.

One of them springs to life. A frog gets the door. "Madam", he saying, bowing, and opening the door.

"I don't think I'll ever get used to this place", I shriek, then smile at the frog.

"Oh, you will, it's ever so lovely of a place", Porky answers.

"Porky, it's been a while!" shouts one of their waiters. "How is our favorite pig?"

"Returned with an appetite", Porky says, patting his belly, "Bring me the first course good sirs! And this lovely lady is....is...who are you again? "

"Brenda...from America..."

"Hello Madam America", the waiter says.

"I said I'm FROM America..." I respond.

"Do you like mixed greens and cheese stuffed mushrooms, Miss America?" the frog asks, and I burst out laughing.

"Sure."

And so the first course begins.

Porky puts away 3 orders of the stuffed mushrooms, and four salads, followed by the main course, two bowls of soup, and entire cake.

We take home two more cakes.

"Would you like to come in, Brenda?" Porky asks at his door.

I duck into his gorgeous little cottage filled with antiques.

"Sit please", he says.

"Oof", he grunts, as if he sits, rubbing his belly.

"Does it ache?" I ask, mesmerized.

"It does..."

"May I give you a belly rub?" I ask.

"I would enjoy that." I rub his belly slowly.

"Ohh, that's lovely, thank you", he moans, sinking deeper into the sofa.

"Making room for more", I say.

"I'm glad I met you, Miss Brenda America", he says.

"I'm glad I met you too."

My rubbing turns to patting, turns to picking up bits of chub and rolls and squeezing.

"You have a lovely belly", I say.

"I'm fat, and only going to get fatter", he says, seeming proud of it.

He pushes his belly out.

"Well I've been looking for a piggy of my own for a long time", I say.

"Well you found one", he says, "I'm getting hungry again. Where is that cake?"

I get the cake and cut it into bite size pieces.

"May I?' he asks, flushing red.

"Yes." He leans back in my arms on the sofa, and I feed him, bringing the pieces to his lips.

"I'll get quite fat fast with you around!" he says.

"Indeed", I answer. "Keep going."

He's holding his swollen belly as he finished the cake.

"With someone encouraging me as you do I'm sure I'll reach a more desirable size soon", he says.

"Time for the other cake?" I ask.

"Mmmmmmmm", he answers. He takes my hand and replaces his own with it. I rub and massage his belly, and cuddle him. "I think it is time indeed."