The Side Hustle

Chapter 2

He felt a small pinch in his neck and then a slight sting; he quickly realized he had been injected with something. His mouth filled with a faint chemical taste, coated with sugar, and his vision got blurry. As he drifted into unconsciousness he felt himself being reclined fully in the chair…

When he awoke he was in a much larger, ornate room. The walls were a deep shade of merlot with bright white trim. The room was large and circular, and he was in the center of it on a platform about 3 feet off the floor: like he was on display.

As he became increasingly aware of his surroundings, he heard the sound of doors bursting open along with the excited hum of a group of women chattering. The women approached the platform and ascended the stairs one by one. There were five of them. They formed a half circle around him, shoulder to shoulder, eagerly taking in his form.
One of the women began hungrily biting her lip, another lunged out a hand towards his belly but what swatted off by the woman closest to his left.

“No touching yet - you know the rules.”

“I know, it’s just that he’s so….plump and perfect.” she licked her lips.

“Oh, we are quite aware of the greedy, eager piggy we stumbled upon,” a voice he recognized as his boss’s said, while gently jostling his swollen gut with a stick or wand of some kind.

A wave of gasps unleashed across the woman as his enormous stomach wobbled in response, his blubber undulating and jiggling.

“Ok ladies. You know the deal. You have paid - exceedingly well - to have early access to this fat, juicy specimen. We’ve barely had him for 2 days and yet, he’s fattening up like a Macy’s Day parade float by the hour! You have 30 minutes with him before the rest of the potential buyers arrive. During this time, you will each have 3 minutes to feed him, then 2 minutes to physically examine him.”
She motioned toward him like he was a plumped up tomato at a county fair, ripened and fit to be patted and squeezed.

You won the random toss up, so you get to go first. His boss pointed at the woman directly in front of him, the one who had nearly lunged at him. She was eyeing him up and down like a hungry predator; he couldn’t tell if the look in her eye was sexual or borne out of actual hunger.

“You may begin,” his boss stated, hitting a stop watch.

Immediately, the woman began slipping a silky chocolate truffles between his lips, one after the other. Just as he swallowed one, another was pressed into his mouth
“Such an eager little piggy. Can’t you feel how tight your t-shirt is getting?”
He only mumbled in response, his mouth full of melting chocolate and his eyelids still heavy from the sedation, which hadn’t full worn off.
The other women watched with a mix of fascination and disbelief as he was stuffed with confections, his plump cheeks swelling with rich sugar and cream.

“Oh, he’s so stuffed already,” the woman cooed as she fed him another truffle. She poked a finger into the soft swell of exposed blubber pouring out from under his t-shirt.
“But he still opens his mouth for more!” she cackled evilly as she shoved two truffles into his mouth.

The next round of feeding and examination went very much the same, it was a blur of confections and with each bite his cheeks became rounder and his belly became tighter. As the larger group of potential buyers began to file into the room, the women on the podium anxious flitted around him like hummingbirds, each taking turns stuffing as many last-minute treats into his belly as they could before they had to take their seats.

The women pressed their hands into the pillowy softness of his belly, testing how far it would yield to the pressure. He could only pant in embarrassment, his face bright pink as they prodded and measured hungrily, just as they were ordered to take their seats….

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