Payback is a bitch (preview)

Chapter 1

***This is an edited/censored version of the first chapter of a longer and more explicit story which can be read in Fantasy Feeder Premium.***


“What’s it going to take?” she cried, a tinge of desperation in her voice as her eyes began to well up in the corners. “What do I have to do to show you that I still love you?”

Barrett was silent, sulking as he sat in a chair in the corner of the darkened kitchen. Myra had tried to approach him and put her hand on his shoulder several times, but he would only shrug her off and close himself off even more from her. The revelation that Myra had cheated on him was beyond devastating; it seemed as though a breakup was a forgone conclusion at this point.

“Baby, I promise he meant nothing to me!” Myra pleaded. “I was drunk, I was stupid! I didn’t know what I was doing!”

“Is that supposed to make it alright?” Barrett fired back, turning suddenly, his face riddled with pain and anguish.

“No!” Myra cried, pushing back her thick locks of reddish-brown hair, the tears now streaming down the sides of her rounded face. “Of course not! I would do anything to go back in time and change what happened – but I can’t! All I can do is beg you for your forgiveness and to promise you that nothing like that will ever happen again!”


Barrett wanted to believe her, but he’d been hurt by love before. Just once in his life, Barrett wished more than anything that he could find a love that he knew was his and his alone, something that no one could ever take away from him. He had thought that he found that in Myra when they first met. She seemed like the perfect woman to him: thick and curvy in all the right places, with a pretty face and warm smile, and to top it all off she was the sweetest and kindest woman he had ever met.

Perhaps above all what Barrett appreciated most about Myra was her seemingly insatiable appetite; she just loved to eat and wasn’t shy about it at all. Barrett would sit back and watch with elation as she devoured plate after plate of food at various buffet restaurants that he would take her to. She seemed to have a bottomless pit for a stomach, and once she was good and stuffed she was happy to go back home with Barrett to his little apartment just a block away from the college campus where they had met only a year prior, and the two of them would engage in the most passionate lovemaking that either one of them had ever known.

In addition to her appetites for food and sex however, Myra also had a hedonistic love for alcohol, and was known to overimbibe frequently. She loved to go to parties, get drunk as a skunk and dance the night away, grinding her voluptuous body up against whomever happened to be in the vicinity. Barrett hadn’t cared very much for this behavior, but he was tolerant of it as he knew that it made Myra feel good to shed her inhibitions and cut loose once in a while.

This time though, things had gone a bit too far.

“Baby, please,” Myra moaned, sounding more forlorn and desperate with each passing minute, “what can I do? Please tell me what I can do to make things right! I’ll do anything!”

Suddenly a little bell went off in the back of Barrett’s mind, and a deviously wicked idea came streaming into his consciousness. “Anything?” Barrett asked.

“Yes!” said Myra as she fell to her knees and looked up to where Barrett was sitting. “Absolutely anything! Anything for you! I love you so much, Battett – I can’t lose you!”

Barrett wiped the tears from his eyes and tiled his head back for a moment, pausing before he spoke as if he were deep in thought, even though he knew exactly what it was that he wanted to say. “Well first of all,” he said, speaking slowly and with commanding authority, “no more going out to parties without me. If you’re going to get wasted and horny, I want to be the one you are grinding up against – no one else!”

“Yes, baby!” Myra said as she took Barrett’s hand in hers and squeezed tightly. “Of course! From now on it will be you and me always!”

A pensive look came over Barrett’s face as he began to stroke the hand of his unfaithful lover. He had more to say, and Myra knew it. “What is it?” she asked. “What more can I do for you, Barrett?”

“You know what I want,” is all Barrett had to say. He had an intense and smoldering look in his eye, a look that Myra knew all too well. She stared up at him, her look of desperation turning to one of assured resignation.

“Is that really what you want?” she asked slowly and softly, suddenly sounding as though she were afraid to speak.

“It’s all I’ve ever wanted,” Barrett replied, and with that Myra got up off of the kitchen floor and made her way over to the refrigerator. She opened up the refrigerator door and pulled out a rotisserie chicken she had been saving for dinner along with a large container of potato salad and a whole blueberry pie from the market, laying it all out on the kitchen island countertop directly in Barrett’s line of sight. Still moving slowly but without hesitation, she immediately pulled the chicken out of its packaging and took a huge bite out of it, getting the thick brown layer of seasoning and grease all over her lips and her face.

“Is this what you want, baby?” she said with her mouth full, chomping down on the poultry meat and swallowing it down at a faster and faster rate. “Does this make you happy, baby? You want to watch me eat this whole chicken?”

Barrett didn’t answer, not at first. He just sat back in his chair and made himself comfortable as he prepared to watch how this scene would play out.

“You want me to eat all of this food, baby?” said Myra as she set down the chicken and tore open the lid to the potato salad container. “You do, don’t you? You want to watch me eat all of this food right here in front of you. Is that what you like, baby? Is that what will make you happy?”

Again, Barrett didn’t speak. He just breathed in deeply and stretched his legs out in front of him, looking Myra up and down as he observed her behavior. “Is she really going to do this?” he thought to himself. “Is she really going to give me everything that I’ve ever wanted?”

“I’ll do anything for you, baby,” Myra said as she dug into the potatoes with her bare hands, scooping out a large glob of it and stuffing it in her mouth, “I just want to make you happy!”

Myra began to stuff her face furiously, alternating between the chicken in one hand and the potato salad in the other. She was making a huge mess, getting food all over her face and her body as she desperately pigged out in hopes of pleasing the jilted Barrett. When the potato salad was gone and the chicken carcass began to look well picked over and sparse, she then turned back to the refrigerator and pulled out an unopened two-liter bottle of cola from the top shelf on the refrigerator door. The bottle made a soft hissing sound as she twisted the top and pulled off the cap. She then began to immediately lift the bottle up to her lips and guzzle down the contents, getting cola all over her in the process. The wetness of the soda was sticking to her top, making her nipples visible through the thin fabric. When the entire bottle was gone and tucked away inside of her rapidly expanding tummy, she let out a huge belch that rang out and reverberated against the walls of the kitchen.

“You like that, baby?” she said after gasping for air.

“Yes,” said Barrett bluntly. “Keep eating!”

“Yes, baby,” Myra replied compliantly, then she stuck both of her hands into the blueberry pie and pulled out gobs and gobs of dripping purple filling, shoving it into her mouth and getting it all over her. She stuffed handful after handful of pie in her face before finally picking up the entire tin and shoving her snoot into it directly, sucking down the remainder of the pie in short order.

“Keep eating,” grunted Barrett as he rose to his feet, “I want you bigger! I want you fatter!”

“Yes, baby!” Myra cried as she stuffed all manner of cookies and cupcakes into her mouth, getting crumbs and icing all over her hands and face. “I’m gonna get so fat for you, baby!”

“I know you will,” affirmed Barrett as he continued to watch Myra’s glutinous display, “you’re going to be my big fat piggy from now on, aren’t you?”

“Yes, baby!” Myra replied, spraying cookie bits all over the place as she spoke with a mouthful. “I’m gonna get fatter and fatter for you! I’m gonna get so big and fat – just for you!”

“Just for me?” Barrett asked.

“Yes, baby!” replied Myra. “I’ll get big and fat just for you – no one else but you!”

“You gonna be my big fatty?” he grunted.

“Yes, baby!” Myra responded breathlessly.

“You gonna eat and eat and eat for me?”

“Yes, baby! Whatever you say!”

“You gonna let me make you into a big fat hog?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!!”

“Let me hear you!” Barrett groaned. “Oink like a piggy for me!”

“Oink!”

“Louder!”

“OINK!!”

“MORE”

“OINK! OINK! OINK!!!”


Myra then wrapped her arms around Barrett’s legs and pulled herself forward, burying her head in the space just below his crotch. “Do you -*hiccup!*- forgive me, baby?” she said tenderly, her breasts heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. Barrett stood silently for a moment, this time thinking long and hard about the words that he wanted to say to her.

“You’re a good girl,” he said to her as he reached down and stroked the back of her head, “I know you didn’t mean to hurt me.”

Myra then began to weep audibly, clutching her arms around the circumference of Barrett’s legs tighter and tighter as she sobbed. She shook her head from side to side, and her shoulders shuddered as she collapsed into a heap of remorse and regret. Barrett then brought his hand around and pulled Myra’s head up by the chin, looking deep into her watery hazel eyes.

“We’re going to be okay,” he said in a tone so soft and cool that it was nearly a whisper, “just as long as you do exactly what I say from here on out – we’re going to be just fine.”