Chapter 1

Since I started working from home I’ve been eating like a greedy little piggy. I barely move all day, I just lounge around in the loosest, softest sweats I can find so my round belly can jiggle freely and push my flabby thighs apart while I stuff my gut full of food, panting and wheezing. It hangs down and brushes the bottom of my chair. I love feeling how heavy it hangs when I really stuff myself, when I really gorge on greasy take out until my gut sticks out proudly in front of me, as round as it is wide. I love to finger my deep belly button and rub my nipples, my fat tits sitting on my round gut.

I want a feeder to come up behind me while I’m eating, snorting and oinking like a bloated hog and squeeze my flabby love handles. “What’s all this, baby?” he whispers in my ear, as he squeezes the thick bottom roll of flab that hangs from my gut. “Look at how fat you’re getting, little pig.” I struggle to get up, wheezing from the effort, breathing hard. My gut hangs heavily, my plump arms pushed outward by my flabby hips. I lean back so he can really see how round my belly is getting and rest my hands on my wide hips. My legs and butt jiggle and are packed with lard.

He fingers my belly button. I gasp when I feel his finger so deep in my fat hole. “Look how deep this hole is, princess. You’ve been such a greedy little girl.” I try to squirm away but I’ve gotten so fat, so weak and submissive. I sit back down, spreading my plump thighs so my full, round gut can rest between them. I struggle to unbutton my tight jeans. He finally helps and slowly pulls the zipper down. My thick piggy belly spills out in front of me and I moan, feeling my powerful belly take its full shape. They were cutting into my gut, the flabby top roll jiggling over my belt.

My deep belly button hangs down and my feeder gently circles my belly button with his finger, I moan and whine, trying to force him to finger it harder and remind me what I chubby piglet I’ve become. He swirls his finger right around the edge of my belly button, oh so sloooowly. He rubs my nipples with his other hand, the top of his wrist brushing against my soft tummy. “Oh, is that what you want baby girl? You want daddy to finger your deep, flabby belly button? Does that turn you on, piggy?” I moan and squirm, my tummy bouncing. “Yes daddy please, I’m your big fat piggy”

He sits me down on his lap. I burp and spread my fat thighs, my gut surging forward and hanging on his legs. He kneads the lard on my puffy love handles and snakes his arms around my soft belly. “Look at this gut, sweetheart. Have you been eating good for daddy? It looks like you’re turning into a little porker for me.” He pinches my double chin and watches the fat wobble. “Even your face is getting pudgy, look at this little double chin.”

He pinches my nipple and gently strokes my clit. I moan and buck my hips, my tummy jiggling and my tits bouncing up and down. He whispers in my ear, “Look at how that lard wobbles, baby. Don’t you think you need to go on a diet? I can’t be seen with such a hog”

He circles my deep, fatty belly button again and I let out a snort. “Oink for me, piggy.” I blush and my eyes widen. “Oink and snort for daddy, you dumb piggy slut”. I oink and he slaps the side of my gut, making me squeal eagerly.

He positions me on all fours. My tits hang like udders and my gut surges towards the ground. It’s so heavy and bloated and my weak, chubby arms struggle to hold me up. I sweat and whine, and he laughs at how out of shape my pudgy body is. “Is this too hard for you, butterball? Are you too soft and squishy to hold yourself up? Come here baby, let me take care of you.” He slaps my hanging hog belly and laughs.

He leans me over the counter and lifts up my dress. My round gut hangs down heavily, my fat tits jiggle. He rubs my nipples gently, easing his cock into my pussy. He thrusts hard, grabbing my belly for support, spanking my wide ass. I snort and oink like a hog. He squeezes my big belly and laughs. “I can’t believe what a big girl you are. Look at this tummy.”

He fucks me slowly, fondling my gut with one hand and squeezing my plump ass with the other. “Tell me what an overfed, greedy hog you are. Tell daddy how round and bloated your gut is.” I squeal as he sticks his finger in my low hanging bellybutton again. “I’ve gotten so fat baby and it’s all your fault” I gasp out, “you feed me like I’m a pig at the county fair and I love it, I’m your plump piggy slut”