Hog Heaven

Chapter 1

“I can’t!” Portia huffed desperately, collapsing to the floor once again. She was lying down on her back, looking up at the ceiling with her knees bent, laboriously breathing from how much she had exerted herself.

“Come on!” the trainer holding her feet exclaimed. “Just give me one sit up. Even you should be able to manage that.”

Portia let out a long exhale, gaining a new determination as she attempted once again. With all her might, she tried to push herself up off her back and bring her chest to her knees. Sweat collected on her forehead as she lifted her head about five inches off the ground, but her big, round dome of a belly simply wouldn’t let her go any farther.

Eventually, her head hit the floor again when she became unable to exert herself any longer.

“It’s too hard!” she declared, exasperated.

Ellie, her trainer, shook her head. She released Portia’s feet and came up beside her. Looking at the other disappointedly, she brought a hand down to give the obese girl’s bare gut a slap so hard that it caused her fat to wobble and the sound to echo throughout the gym. If there wasn’t quite so much lard on the poor girl’s midsection, it probably would’ve hurt.

Unfortunately, at the obesity treatment center Portia had been checked into, they made everyone exercise topless. The women had to wear just a sports bra and shorts. The men were just allotted shorts (with the exception of men who had moobs with considerable girth and were provided sports bras as well). The gym uniforms also always seemed to be one size too small. The trainers claimed that forcing the patients to don such revealing apparel as their poor, lazy bodies bounced and jiggled about would provide just that much more motivation to want to get rid of those immense amounts of excess adipose tissue. However, it seemed that the true reason was simply that all of the employees at the center appeared to get a sick kick out of humiliating the patients as much as possible.

“Too hard? You can’t even do one sit-up, Pork Belly?” Ellie condescended, now taking a handful of Portia’s belly fat and jiggling it.

“Pork Belly,” was the demeaning nickname Ellie had given Portia shortly after her arrival.

Portia’s face reddened with embarrassment. Yes, she had undoubtedly allowed herself to grow quite fat, but it was hardly her own fault that food is so tasty and moving is so hard. Ellie didn’t have to be so mean about her predicament.

The fit trainer rose to her feet, and Portia looked up at her. She was everything the poor butterball would never be. Ellie was tall and tan with a slim and toned body complete with firm, defined abs. Meanwhile, Portia was short, stout, and pale. Standing at only a measly 5’1”, Portia had eaten herself to a whopping 286 pounds.

It had been a lifelong battle, really. She went from being a chubby kid to a fat teen to a super morbidly obese young adult. All her life, her parents had put her on diets, made her try out for sports, taken her to nutritionists, etc. No matter what they did, they could never seem to get Portia’s eating or weight under control. While she would lose a little weight here and there, she always found a way to get her hands on some junk food or other and kept fattening up relentlessly, piling back on what she had lost and then some.

“On your feet, Porky,” Ellie commanded. “But I don’t want you to use your hands.”

“I can’t!” Portia pouted.

Ellie grinned, amused.

“Humor me,” she replied.

With a resigned huff, Ellie swung her fat-encased arms up in an attempt to propel her heavy body off of the floor. Of course, it didn’t work. Still, she didn’t give up and gave a few more pathetic attempts all as Ellie chuckled.

Portia was then interrupted by Ellie’s foot on her belly, and she lied back down, huffing and puffing loudly.

“Okay, okay, that’s enough exercise for you, Pork Belly. Wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself,” she teased.

Ellie then removed her foot before bending down and extended her hands to help the other up. Portia took the other’s hands and slowly made her way to her feet.

“Alright, go get your fat ass showered and meet me in my office in an hour,” Ellie instructed.

Portia gasped slightly, a panicked look on her face.

“But I’ll miss breakfast!” she reminded her trainer.

While Portia didn’t exactly enjoy the health food they made them eat at the center, she couldn’t even imagine just skipping a meal entirely. She was already hungry all the time as it was with the small portion sizes.

Ellie smirked.

“You know, you could stand to miss a few meals,” she replied, giving Portia’s belly a pat.

Portia’s expression saddened, and she looked down to the floor.

Ellie then moved in closer and spoke quietly.

“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure this big, fat pork belly gets nice and full, okay? Just meet me in an hour. I’ll give you a real meal.”