You lie still in the warm bed and listen to the click-clack of her high heels as she approaches. The door opens and the hourglass siloutte of your Mistress appears in the doorway.
"Time to get up, jelly belly. They'll be here in a little more than an hour."
You rise slowly, struggle out of bed. Your Mistress gasps as you stand, taking the full measure of your fattened physique. She crosses to you and clips a black leather leash into your collar. You are led down the long hallway to the dining room. All the extra weight she's put on you bounces and wobbles. Your love handles have grown so much in the last two months; you're now wider at the waist than the hips (and your hips are quite wide, you greedy pig.)
In the dining room is a large empty table made of dark wood. In the center sits a silver platter about four feet square. In the ceiling directly above the platter is a stainless steel ring twinkling in the light of a chandelier. Your mouth dries with excitement. You feel the insides of your thighs getting hot. Your mistress places a black leather bag on the table, smiles at you and begins removing several coils of rough, light brown rope. She places the coils neatly on the table's edge and gives a light tug on your leash. You move closer. Her breath quickens, she hefts your soft, bulging belly, testing its weight. She pinches a thick roll below your armpit and wiggles it. Her upper chest flushes slightly. "Goodness piggy, you've gotten so fat, I hope I brought enough rope." She laughs devilishly.
She helps you onto the table, cooks file in with platters of food: the tin clink of silverware, the scraping of plates on wood. Your mouth waters: you smell the spit-roasted meats, braised potatoes, sauteed vegetables, cakes, pies.
Your mistress positions you on all fours in the center of the empty platter. She pushes the small of your back into a slight downward arch and tip your chin slightly upwards. She loosens one coil of rope and begins to bind you. She passes the length of rope around your upper inner thigh at the hip joint, then underneath your large, yielding buttock. The other leg is tied in the same manner. The rope is then passed underneath your heavy,wobbling, hanging tummy (it almost sags to the table now). She then passes the rope around your hips underneath where those soft, bulging love handles start. She crosses the rope above the small of your back and then around front along the line of your ribcage."To show off this huge, greedy gut I've grown you," She whispers in your ear. Giving your bloated,sagging pot a rough jiggle. Gooseflesh forms along your neck and upper shoulders. You are being trussed to accentuate your abject fatness; she's turned you into an absolute PIG and you begin to pant with pleasure. The coarse rope tightens around your widest parts; your softest parts; your most vulnerable parts.
Your mistress places a bolster underneath your sternum to support your weight. She pulls both arms behind you with your fingers pointed at your neck, forearms parallel to your spine. She ties your arms at the wrists,the elbows, the shoulders. She weaves a long, black silk scarf in with the bundle of rope and blindfolds you with its free end.The loose strands are then run through a loop at your mid-back, up through the stainless steel ring in the ceiling. She pulls firmly on the rope and ties the taught ends to a stanchion on the wall. Your head and tailbone are pulled upward, your chest lifts off the bolster and the tightened ropes squeeze into your buter-soft pig fat. Rolls and rolls of blubber bulge heavily between the passes of rope. Your soft, bloated belly is pressed outward and lifted away from your thighs ever so slightly. Your wide, heavy ass cheeks are tugged upwards and spread wide. You're completely bound and helpless and on display in the center of the long table. Your mistress click-clacks to the end of the long table and returns with a shiny red apple, smiling. "Just one little thing to complete the scene my fat,fat, lazy darling." She wedges the apple in your eager mouth and laughs with delight.
"Don't worry, tubby, it's just for affect. You'll be fed plenty tonight."
Your nipples harden, your breath shortens. A tall, handsome man in a crisp waistcoat enters the room and addresses your mistress.
"Madame, the guests have arrived. They're quite excited. I've shown them to the parlor."
She smiles, "Thank you, I'll retrieve them shortly." She turns to you and sighs, runs her soft, manicured hand, her bright red nails, along the length of your fleshy flank, pausing to pinch, to wiggle, to savor your lovely squeezed-out rolls of blubbery hog fat. She reaches her hand under your chin and she squeezes your plump, piggy cheeks. Then comes close and kisses you softly on the forehead. You moan through your nose, your mouth stretched with apple. Your mistress turns and walks toward the dark double doors.
You can hear muffled,excited voices as the women gather at the wide entrance. Your mistress speaks in a clear, confident voice," Ladies, I know we are all excited, many of you haven't seen her since her first night here. She's almost unrecognizable. I'm certain you'll be pleased. There is plenty of food and drink, so please indulge, and don't be shy about feeding that huge fat pig of mine, you'll be amazed how much she can put away. And as you'll see, she's in no position to resist." The crowd of women laughed.
You feel the fear and excitement gather in your stomach as they file in. The room fills with the scent of perfume, sex. All eyes are on you: gasps, whispers, excited giggles. The lighting from above shows every pound, every roll,every ripple, every jiggle. You begin to whimper, your lower belly tightens as they approach.
The women are experienced. They've done this before. They approach by two and allow each pair to savor your soft, overfed body for as long as they need. The purpose of this night is to delight in the pleasures of a helplessly fattened hog and to ensure that she stays a food-addicted pig long after her release.
The first two women approach, their breathing changes to short quick half-breaths as they close in.
"Oh darling, look at her. She's so ***ing big now,"
Her lover laughs in response, then adds," I know, can you believe she was a yoga instructor less than a year ago. I doubt she can see her toes let alone touch them." The two women laughed loud and excited. They begin to touch your soft body with long,light strokes: your sides, your neck, tracing your wide hips, the insides of your heavily fattened thighs.
"God, she's perfect," says one as she lightly brushes her finger tips across the inside of your spread, bulging ass. She lightly her nails down your inner thighs and tickles your pubic hair. You moan. Her lover removes the apple and begins feeding you small, roasted, butter-soaked potatoes: mmm, warm, earthy, soft, greasy. Your face flushes. The woman at your rear continues to make long, gentle passes between your buttocks and thighs. You grunt softly and try to push your wide bottom into her hand. They step away at the same time and sigh, "She's amazing," says one. The other sighs again and they move on.
The next pair are louder, more audacious: A redhead,a brunette. They move quickly to your side. "Look at this ***ing pig," the husky voiced brunette says. She grabs handful of your hanging belly and squeezes. "Look at all this ***ing meat. She's done nothing but sit on her bulging ass and eat for the last eight months,"
"I know," the redhead coos,"look at that thing, it almost touches the platter. You know...I bet we could get it to touch there if we fed her enough." They exchange eveil glances. She then grabs a whole peach pie and holds it to your face."That is what you want, isn't it piggy," she whispers in your ear, "you want that greedy ***ing blubber gut to rest on the platter, don't you?" You feel her partner tease lightly around your piggy pussy with the tip of a dildo.
You gasp, "oh, yes, yes...mmmhhhm, please, feed me 'til it rests on the −"
She shuts you up by shoving the pie in your face. "Oink for me wideload, oink!" You oink and grunt and snort as you munch feverishly. Her partner gently pushes the dildo in, you crane your neck to get more pie and arch your back hoping for more penetration. "That's it pig, pack those rolls with more fat; widen that ass, you big hog; stretch that belly."
Your face gets hot with shame, you can't believe you've let yourself go like this. Eight months ago you were so slender. Her partner's speeds her strokes. Your belly stretches with pie. You finish, breathe, another pie is pressed into your face.
Your eyes widen, your cheeks pack. "That's it, eat like a ***ing pig, smear that face with pie, wear your gluttony, fatso, wear it!" You feel yourself edge into orgasm, your gut stretches, stretches, a shiver of pleasure passes through you as your swollen gut presses into the cold platter.
A loud whisper from the crowd, "Jesus, did she just eat two pies in less than five minutes?"
Another voice responds in disbelief,"Uh...yeah, jesus, I don't, I mean, I haven't, wow, how do make a pig that ***ing greedy, did you see the way she went after those pies? Dear god, could you imagine that fat porker loose in a bakery?" The two women laughed a laugh spiced with lust and awe.
The redhead and brunette moved on and a soft-voiced woman approached alone. She took a cool rag and wiped the beaded sweat from your forehead, chest and low back.
"You've gotten so big since I saw you last," she spoke softly. "Now I know why."
She rubbed the cool rag across the exposed parts of your upper back and neck. Your breathing calmed. Mmmm, that luxurious oh-so-stuffed feeling. She soothed you a few minutes more, then moved along. Then, the familiar click-clack of your Mistress approaching. She's been watching this all from a distance, you thought. Your lower belly tightened with desire. She's turned me into such a ***ing HOG. She must be terribly pleased.
"Hi piggy," she whispers. You can hear the delight in her voice. "Open wide," she forces the apple back into your greedy snout.
"Now it's time for something very special, my overfed darling."
She click-clacks a short distance away and you hear the flip of a metal lid. A far away whirring sounds and the ropes slowly tighten. You feel yourself being lifted from the table, the ropes tighten more, and squeeze your soft, yielding pig flesh further out bewteen the passes of rope. You feel like an enormous ham tightly packed in butchers' netting. You feel a clumsy tug from above and you are swung away from the table toward the women. You swing lighty, bound and vulnerable. Your thighs are forced apart by the tightening ropes, your belly hangs,bulging and swollen, like overripe fruit. You are suspened five feet off the floor: a helpless, jiggling, bloated sex-pig.
The women rush forward like children to a pinata. You feel hot, wet mouths cover your nipples; hands grope your exposed flesh; lips kiss and nibble the underside of your bloated belly, soft fingers knead its sides and love handles. Your hear the sound of photos being taken, you sweat lightly. A woman removes the apple and gently begins feeding you cordials as another works her head bewteen your hog fattened thighs. Oh god, I'm such a pig, you think: stuffed, trussed fattened huge.
You feel your awareness stretched to the points of pleasure: your stuffed mouth, your hard nipples, your wet ***, your fondled belly: eager tongues, hot breath, moans of delight. You begin to convulse with orgasm. It begins far away, from the edges of your awareness and comes crashing through your body. As you come, and come, and come your body wobbles,wobbles, bounces to the delight of your admirers. Pleasure washes over you again and again, overwhelminig your senses. Slowly you slip from consciousness.
You awake in your own bed, your greedy hog belly bloated obscenely,still packed tight with food. Your Mistress distractedly plays with your hair. You make a feeble attempt at speech, "Mmmm," you moan, that was...mmmm...," as you fall back to sleep, your Mistress kisses you, you taste yourself on her lips and smile
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