Chapter 1

The front door slammed shut, causing Violet’s heart to start racing as she heard heavy boot stomps getting louder and louder from her spot on the couch. Before her feeder even made it to the doorway she could sense the tension in the air. She wasn’t sure exactly what she had done to displease him, but she could almost feel the deep burning pressure of the feeding she was about to receive as punishment. She put her book down and glanced around at the empty wrappers and containers that surrounded her. She had eaten through all of the snacks and treats he had laid out for her before he left for work this morning. Empty bags of chips and snack cake wrappers littered the floor at her feet. She had stuffed her belly full of every fattening thing he wanted her to eat and had even pushed herself to order a second lunch from her favorite delivery app. She had expected him to come home throbbing and hard
for her after seeing the payment notification on his credit card. She thought he would be praising her at this very moment for stretching her swollen gut to its limit.

Her feeder finally stood before her, a delivery box filled with clothes she ordered in his hands. Oops.

She struggled to sit up from her position on the couch, pushing her hands into the cushion behind her to heave her body up since her abdominal muscles were far from being strong enough to pull her up on their own. Soon, probably sooner than Violet would ever admit, she wasn’t going to be able to get up on her own. At the rate she was blowing up, her long-neglected muscles hadn’t been able to keep up with the weight she was piling on, leaving her to struggle for long minutes while she did the simple tasks she used to do daily without breaking a sweat. Now, she was out of breath just from standing up from the couch.

She eyed her feeder, not knowing whether it was safer to wait for him to speak or to start apologizing. He made her wait instead, slowly walking over to their coffee table and gently placing the box down. He knelt and pulled out a knife from his jeans, quickly cutting through the packing tape. He then neatly took out the tissue paper, but tossed the return slip on the floor next to Violet’s pile of food wrappers.

“Come here,” he said, firmly. He pointed to a spot on the ground in front of him. She obeyed immediately, waddling over to him as quickly as her legs would allow, until she was standing before him. Seeing this big, strong man on his knees in front of her might have made another woman feel powerful, goddess-like in her ability to make such a man worship her. But on him, the gesture was anything but submissive. To see his powerful body kneeling before her was a promise that soon she would be a panting, whimpering mess stretched to her limits.

He unwrapped the first garment and held it out. The cute floral mini dress looked huge in his hands. Then, he moved closer, holding it against her body. She looked down at the bust which was several inches too small and the skirt that curved around her belly, stopping short of covering all the important parts. It was, undoubtedly, too small.

“What size is this dress, Violet?” Her feeder asked, tone soft. It didn’t match the gleam in his eyes.

“It’s an eighteen,” she said. She took the dress from him and stretched the material out, trying in vain to make it bigger.

“Uh huh. And what did we talk about?”

“Not buying clothes that aren’t going to fit me anymore,” she said, heart pounding.

“Does it look like this dress is going to contain that huge gut?”

She grabbed hold of the bodice and pulled a little harder. She was so stubborn and it was going to be her downfall. “It might be a bit tight, but it will fit.”

His face broke into a little smirk. “Okay, piggy. Let’s test that out, shall we? But if it rips…”

He didn’t finish the threat. He didn’t need to. Violet knew what was coming. She lifted her arms up, ready for him to dress her. He pulled himself up to his impressive height and slipped the dress over her head. She wiggled and squirmed as it got stuck over her breasts. She could feel that apron of fat bouncing on the top of her thighs as she struggled to help him yank the dress on. She had been so excited and proud of herself for ordering a second lunch today, but that might have been the very meal to set her over a dress size.

He somehow got the dress down her body. It was so tight that it felt like a second skin, hugging the curves of her hips and stretching wide over the expanse of her belly. She could feel the dress end just below her ass–she would be in serious trouble if she tried to bend over. She was sure she looked like a sausage stuffed into the casing, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was that it was on her body and, technically, it fit.

“See?” She exclaimed with a big smile. She put her hands on her hips in victory and that’s when she heard it: the unmistakable sound of a seam ripping down the side. She gasped and looked down to her left side where one her rolls was now gaping through the torn bodice.

“Oh, I see alright,” he said, taking the exposed fat in hand and roughly jiggling it in a wave that rippled down her belly. He released her side roll and grabbed onto her lower belly with both hands, giving it a firm shake. “I see that this pig is in denial of how fat she’s getting. Did you really think all of that was going to fit inside this dress?”

He pointed a finger down at the floor in an unmistakable gesture for her to stay put as he left the room. She stood there, trapped in her new and ruined dress, listening to the sounds of a gainer shake being made. By the time he returned with a chair, her funnel, and the blender, her lower back was aching from carrying the weight it hadn’t adjusted to yet.

He plopped the blender and funnel down onto the coffee table. The thick white liquid dripped down the sides and puddled on to the coffee table– she knew that he would make her lick it up before they were done, so that every drop would go down her throat. She sat and placed her hands behind the back of the chair without being told. It was her punishment, yes, but she loved it all the same. He slowly pulled his leather belt off and doubled it up in his hands, snapping it twice before he stepped behind the chair. She loved that he was so ready to fill her up that he didn’t have the patience to bring any of the numerous restraints they had in their apartment. He knotted the belt around her wrists and pulled tight. She tested the binding and found that she couldn’t move anymore than a couple of inches. She wasn’t getting up from that chair until he allowed her to.

Suddenly he was crouching before her, his large hand gripping her jaw, his index finger and thumb digging into her round cheeks. He said in a steady voice, “You disobeyed me, Violet.”

“I’m sorry,” she said, struggling to get the words out past his strong fingers.

“No you aren’t,” He said, taking his hand off her face. He slowly trailed that hand down her neck, over her indistinguishable collarbones and heavy breasts, until he stopped at her round belly. He gently rubbed his thumb back and forth over the very top, right under her sternum. The touch was loving, worshiping even. It contrasted the way he was looking into her eyes– partly amused, partly exasperated, and partly like a vengeful god about to take his wrath out on the very body part he was stroking in unconscious praise. “But you will be.”

He gripped her face again, prying her mouth open while she half heartedly struggled. In moments the end of her funnel was deep in her mouth, almost tripping her gag reflex. She could see the veins standing out in his forearms, his broad chest taking in faster breaths as his heart pounded, betraying his arousal even while his face remained in an impassive mask. Liquid heat pooled between her legs in response. Stuffing her big belly full and making it fatter turned her on, but knowing that it turned her feeder on, knowing that he got off on controlling just how obese he made her, drove her wild. Suddenly she was filled with regret at her impulsive purchases and she wanted nothing more than to please him. She was desperate to give all control over to him, to trust that he knew just how far to stuff and stretch her gut to get them both off.

“Don’t even think about spitting that tube out before I’m done, Violet. If you do, I’ll make you take another shake, paddle your ass red, and not let you come” She nodded quickly and obediently.

“Good girl,” He said, softly patting the side of her belly before stroking her hair. “Show me your safe signal.” She tapped the ball of her foot on the floor three times and he gave her a warm smile that lit up his face before he slipped back into the hard mask of domination.

He stepped away from her and began to pour the thick gainer shake into the funnel. The taste reached her a second before she began to swallow. It was sweet, but with just a hint of vanilla. She could also faintly taste butter, which meant this was heavy cream with at least two sticks of butter and melted ice cream for flavor. She couldn’t correctly do the math in her head while she was focused on swallowing the creamy shake down, but she just knew there had to be thousands of calories that she was slowly pouring into her gut.

Violet didn’t know how many minutes passed–her world had narrowed down into two functions: swallow and grow. Her heart was beating faster, almost in protest of the heavy liquid she was taking in. Her belly was starting to get full, the shake making it tight and round. Her lower belly felt heavier as it lay on her thighs, taking over more room as she took more of the fattening cream into her body.

She squirmed in her seat, trying in vain to get comfortable, but it was impossible because her discomfort was coming from the hard pressure of her stuffed belly rather than any external force that could change for her. Her feeder gave a low, deep chuckle as he watched her. He scooped up a handful of the belly that rested on her thigh and let it plop back down with a tremendous shake. “Oh, piggy, don’t even start. You’re only halfway through and I know how much room you still have in that hog gut.”

She whimpered around the tube in her mouth, but didn’t stop swallowing as he poured another fourth of the shake into her funnel. She spread her legs further apart to allow her belly to hang between them. It was a slight relief, but it did little to ease the pain in her belly as it swelled and stretched to accommodate all of the calories she was stuffing into it. Tears began to leak from the corners of her eyes as she swallowed. And swallowed. And swallowed, until she was sucking down the last remaining drops.

Her feeder tipped her head back to look into her flushed, teary face and pulled the feeding tube from her mouth. As soon as it left her lips she let out a series of long burps. He rubbed her belly in gentle strokes, being especially careful of the tender skin at the top of her stomach.

“Good girl,” he murmured. “Let it out. Make more room for me.”

He gave her a few moments to catch her breath, speaking words of praise in her ear: telling her what a good piggy she was, how fat he was going to make her, that her gluttony was the most arousing thing he’d ever seen.

He moved behind her and untied the belt at her wrists. “Know why I’m freeing you, Violet?”

She peaked over her shoulder at him, half-hopeful and half-disappointed. “Are we done?”

He gave her that deep laugh again and leaned over her to give the side of her gut a loud smack. “Absolutely not,” he promised. “My good, greedy piggy wouldn’t waste food would she?”

She shook her head “no.” He rubbed her stuffed belly again and pressed gently to release more burps, saying, “I’m untying you, Violet, because I don’t need to bind you anymore to keep you where you are.” He reached over her and grabbed her swollen gut with two hands, roughly jiggling it. “This big, stuffed hog gut is too heavy for you. You can’t get up, baby, even if you wanted to. You are going to stay put and finish this gainer shake because I have you trapped under all that lard.”

He shoved the tube back into her mouth and filled the funnel with the remaining liquid. She was breathing shallowly now, not able to get as much air in with her full belly compressing her lungs. With her newly freed hands, she rubbed her own belly, feeling the softness of her skin in contrast to the hard fullness underneath. He was right, of course. She was so heavy and stuffed that she couldn’t move. She was completely at his mercy, only able to swallow down what he gave her and get just as fat as he demanded. The pressure in her belly had long ago shifted into pain, but she knew it would be worth it the next time she stepped onto her scale or he pulled out the measuring tape to check her progress.

Just when she didn’t think she could take anymore, she reached the end, her slurping the only sounds in the room. She opened her mouth and let the tube fall from her lips into her waiting lap. She looked down at her belly through the haze of pain and submission that had completely clouded her mind. The gut hanging between her legs was massive. She had never seen it look so big and round before. The liquid heat pooling between her legs intensified, leaving her desperate and aching. She peeked up at her feeder, who was also staring at her belly in satisfaction.

He fell back to his knees in front of her and began to inspect her. The rip down the side of her dress had gotten much worse, the side of her swollen gut was now completely visible. The bottom of the too-small dress had ridden up, exposing her belly. Her feeder reached for the bottom of her gut and tested the weight of it in his hand. She could see how his muscles strained to pick her fat belly up. He stroked her sides, fingers tracing old and new stretch marks. He rubbed down the center of her gut where she was the most round and swollen, before his hands settled on her thick thighs.

“I should have made you wear this while I stuffed you in public,” He shook his head in mock-sadness. “Nevermind, I couldn’t have waited. I have one more thing for you to swallow, and I think you have just enough room for it, piggy.”

Violet cradled her big round belly and smiled up at him, knowing she was about to be rewarded over and over for her mistake.

**Note: the dress size referenced is a US 18, which would be UK 22, European 50, and Australian 22