chapter 1

„Oh there you are, beauty! I’ve missed you downstairs but I see you’re enjoying a breaktime in the bath. Forgot to lock the door, silly thing. Or do you like some company? You’ve been looking so adorable in your tight petticoat dress tonight. I’m afraid that belt under your beautiful watermelons is pressing tightly on your beautiful round belly. Let me feel how tight it is. I’ve watched your thick short fingers reach out for those delicious juicy goodies on the buffet again and again, caught you in the act as you were stuffing yourself to the brim unaware of your admirers. Yes, my big shy beauty, you’ve catched the eye of more than one in the salon. The way your dress emphasized the thick bulge of your round belly, and let us only imagine how thick your thighs must be yet. But now, as you sit there so nicely on that toilet, stuck not only between the bathtub and the seat but wondering what to do with the situation at hand, I can see not only your squishy knees but the beautiful cellulite on your thighs. Ah, and your belly seems to be resting on them. Let me see!”
He pushes your fat little arms, which you tried to cross in front of your big body, to the side, slides his big hands over your boobs and your bulging abdomen and reaches for the hem of your petticoat dress. He then pushes the skirt up so your belly is naked. The shock of it all is leaving you defenseless and only after some seconds, when he grabs into your belly with both hands you moan and whisper shakily: “No sir, please, it’s hurting. You embarrass me.”


“Shh, don’t be embarrassed, Miss Piggy. I know you were waiting for this. Why else choosing this eye-catching dress with your rubens figure. You are perfect. A little doll of a woman. A good little piggy, you are. It’s amazing exploring your tight roundness with my hands! Let us trail downwards, I want to feel how heavy this fat ball is that you fed yourself. Oh my goodness! I understand your moaning, quite a weight you carry, Miss Piggy, quite a weight. I can hardly bounce that thing. Hush, darling, I want you no pain. Or are you moaning out of pleasure already? Are you soaking wet in your pussy? Let me help pushing your jiggly thighs apart. Oops, missed caring your big balloon, did it hurt, Miss Piggy? You seem a little bit out of breath. Come on greedy piggy, help me with that belly of yours, lift it a bit, use your thick arms. Yes darling, what a good piggy you are. And here my hand can reach out, oh I like your flabby inner thighs, mhm, and there, all soaking you dirty little piggy. I knew you are longing for admiration of your bodyart and a master, too, you are so willing to assist me.


But before I might help you down there getting your satisfaction, I like to explore your meaty greasy body a bit more. The belt is caching my interest. How can you hold on to it, it must be so tight? See, when I push my finger into your stomach it hardly gives in. And look how you’re grimacing, my sweet butterball. Let me remove the belt...there you go, breathing better already, aren't you, Miss Piggy? I wanna kiss that round perfect yummy tummy. Mhm, so nice. I will knead it for you, Sweetie, does it feel nice? You’re so bloated up with all that delicious food, couldn’t resist a bit, could you? You were so gorgeous how you were munching it all up and away in your belly. Yeah Miss Piggy, shift a bit more forward, into my hands, lean your aching back to the wall, for aching it must with these three delicious meat balls on your front. I enjoy hearing your little shy gasps and moans. I always know when a pig is ready to be controlled. Always have an eye out for you needy piggies. Today at this event even more. As every member was allowed a special guest to bring with for our club. Oh that look, silly, you didn’t know. Thought he liked you as a person, didn’t you? He saw your potential, Miss Piggy. That’s all. He’s more into obedient dogs. Everyone’s coming to his costs tonight. Like you, thanks to me.

I see your melons got a little stiff there. Should I squeeze them nipples a bit…ha, your first squeak, Miss Piggy. Do you want me to suck on them, are you wanna feel like a mother sow? No? Don’t be shy, honey, you are safe with your master, I will make my piggy’s dreams come true. See how tense you’re there. Let me lift them up and free them from their fabric prison. Still a bit cold my hands, I know, but worthy your sweet squeaks, Miss Piggy. There you go. These ones I can still lift with one hand. Don’t misunderstand me, honey. You’ve done nice work, fed them round and heavy, they lie flat and heavy in my palms. Do they make sounds when squashing together and up and down? Yeah, they do! Wonderful. Come down with your chins, I want you to feel your beautiful artwork in your fat face, Miss Piggy. Now I. Mhm. What a feeling. I could bury my face between them and that fat belly all night long. But I promised you release. First I will try your titties, sucking on one, kneading the other and stroking that bulging gut with my hands.”


Is this all really happening? You scream in your head to yourself to start fighting against your betraying fat helpless body. But it’s like you’re waiting for the outcome. Ashamed of yourself but aroused to the max at the same time while this man is playing with your body and offends you with his words like you are his personal toy, or pet most likely. How could that happen to you? Why is it feeling okay, a bit more than okay, this behavior of him? And why can’t you stop moaning? Still the fullness? No, there is pleasure, you can’t deny it to yourself.


“So tasty, Miss Piggy. I could hardly keep myself from biting in this rich udders you have. But now is not the time…” A chill goes down your spine. “Do you still have that belly lifted nicely in your little pudgy hands? Yes? Good girl! Don’t let it crush my arm when I’m reaching down to your wet hole again. Uh, dripping cave down there. Have you finished pissing?” Instantly you piss into his palm, your head burning red with shame. “Good piggy. Like on command. We will work on that. Don’t be ashamed. I like a good splashing. Hear this happy wet applause of your lips? I’m clapping and congratulating to your perfect beauty. Now we go a short round here, this position of yours, as nice as it is to watch, is difficult for longterm enjoyment down here. Mhm, your face is a good mirror of my movement. A bit surprise here…squeaky reaction here…tension there…uuh big eyes…almost…no first I move deeper into those squishy lips, brushing these thighs a bit more… is that demending moaning now, Miss Piggy? I don’t like cheeky ladies! Maybe I should stop? Oh you’re melting my discipline away with your little pleading eyes…okay, off you go then!”


And you squeal in euphoria.