Samples for the Sow (teaser)

Chapter 1 - Intro

“Did you get enough? Should we make another round?’ Will couldn’t help but crack a chiding smile. He goaded her on and increased his pace. The effort didn’t last long. Gail’s hand clamped down on the side of the cart, fingers weaving through the metal slats. A small, feeble groan wheezed out of her.

“I… I don’t know yet. Let me digest for a bit.” Overhead, the bright florescent lights and banal elevator music spread over the entire FoodWorld. The bright ripples of light reflected from the tiled floor and the smell of cooked sausage hung in the air.

He chuckled. “Don’t take too long… I’d hate to win.” Stopping, he pulled a box of mac and cheese from the shelf and dropped it into their cart.

“Don’t rush me. We didn’t agree to any time limit.” Gail grunted as her comparatively tiny hands ran over the immense girth of her pregnant middle. By itself quite large, but now looking absolutely mountainous on her normally petite body. This wasn’t a surprise. She’d be eating nonstop since they got here. She was right, too. They hadn’t agreed on a time limit, only a select number of rounds. Three complete runs around the store. It didn’t sound like much, but FoodWorld’s sample days were extravagant and absolutely loaded with free fare. A practical buffet of newly released products, taste tests, and familiar favorites. All of which now resided twice over in his wife’s burgeoning fecund belly.

“You know the rules. Three complete loops. No resting allowed - all in one go.” Tim lowered a gallon of milk into the cart. It was the last item on their list. His eyes darted up and down his wife’s exaggerated figure. God, how he’d enjoyed getting her this far. He still recalled the early days of her pregnancy, the slight pooch and concerned looks she’d given him until he’d let her know how just how turned on watching her grow made him. She’d almost refused to believe him at the start, couldn’t believe she could just “let go” and indulge at her whim, but he’d praised each bite. And in time, he’d indulged his OWN whims. Now, though, the calories had added up and her indulgence was clear, both on the scale and off. He’d fattened her like a hog before the slaughter.

He moved closer, turning her around so that his arms wrapped around as much of her as he could reach. She’d grown so damn big, and it was entirely his fault. He felt her taut belly, full to the brim with all manner of sweets and cooked meats. Her breathing was shallow, short gasping breaths, as if she was afraid a full one may pop her. She needed to be enticed, yearned to be led. “Come on, piglet. I know you’ve got some room in there and I need you nice and full, like a good breeding piggy before I take you home. I think you missed a cheesecake sample booth back in the bakery…”

And there it was. He adored this moment. That fraction of the time where after being stuffed like a ripening heifer, Gail was offered a tempting treat. An irresistible delicacy at the end of an already massive feast and that moment of quiet contemplation where she was torn between desire and the uncertainty of if her packed tummy could hold it. Her pause and willful frown as one hand slid down the extravagant curve of her belly, feeling the tautness and trying to gage. The shortness of breath and audible grumbles of a tummy already struggling against overindulgence. He loved watching his heavily pregnant bride trying to analyze and pretend like she wasn’t going to just give in and accept anything and everything put in front of her.

She stared down at the inflated mound of her belly, face crinkling in contemplation. “Maybe a little…”

“That’s my girl.” Using both hands, he lifted her engorged keg of a belly and let it drop. Normally, it jiggled in response to his stimuli before nestling itself back into the low hanging cradle of her extended arms. Now there wasn’t so much as a jostle. The surrounding skin of her sizable, engorged paunch pulled tight and hung low, crowned with a deep belly button. Cavernous for now, but growing shallower by the meal and day. He prodded it with his index finger and met resistance fast. Where there was normally a thick layer of pliable fat about her belly’s outer most curve, now there was shockingly little give. She belched. There was no doubt this piggy was about ready to squeal. Still, a little more couldn’t hurt. Right? “Come on..one more loop around.”

Then, holding her hand in his, he slowly walked her to the beginning of the “circuit”. She reluctantly followed. Gail’s pace had been quick when they’d first arrived, or as quick as a woman this far along could be, but now after nearly two full circuits and a near endless supply of samples she’d been reduced to a shuffling gait more akin to a forced waddle. Her exaggerated curves bounced with each step. Her milk-inflated tits hung heavy. Nearly F cups now, they jostled with each step, quivering to either side of the curved shelf her sheer girth had created.

The bakery was the first stop. A myriad assortment of manned booths sat interspersed throughout the department. The odor of freshly baked bread hung heavy in the air. A throng of people were making their way inside and stopping here and there to snatch offerings of food. They parted on Gail’s approach, looks of both amusement and ridicule sliding off their features. “Here we are. A sweet for the sweet” He plucked a small sample sized square of cheesecake from the first sample booth and brought it to her lips, shoving it past her crumb covered lips with one finger.

She chewed without hesitation, eyes closed, and a sly smile flashing across her face. Breathing deep, she swallowed and ran both hands down the slope of her belly. Where once her hands may have touched, now there were several inches between those tiny outstretched fingers.

“Good?” She vigorously nodded, and he gave her overloaded belly a gentle pat. “I bet. More where that came from.” There were ten such booths setup in the bakery today. He made sure they stopped at each. Some of the workers recognized them from before, their faces squinting in silent disapproval of Gail’s uninhibited gluttony. Not that it mattered. He kindly thanked each before pushing the offered treat past Gail’s quivering lips....


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