A Little Scene At The Store
WARNING: This story is intended for mature readers over the age of 18 only.
This story contains: BBW/SSBBW piggy feedee, Humiliation and embarrassment, Teasing, Mind fucking, Domination and submission, Public place, Sexual arousal, Sexual activity, Suggestive feeding … and Vulgar language … Oh my!
This short story involves a BBW/SSBBW piggy/feedee and her Master out on a little shopping excursion … and the impromptu humiliation and mind fucking scene that ensues.
A Little Scene At The Store
We are out on a little shopping excursion at the local … “Too big for it’s own good” - Mart.
You’re looking so sexy in the nice, summer outfit I made you wear… . Everything I picked out for you is of course, intentionally, a few sizes too small… . But, that’s the way I like it … tight and revealing.
You are rather nervous and uncomfortable… . Physically of course, due to the overly snug fit … and somewhat revealing nature of your clothing… . But more so, as a matter of your own self-consciousness… . … . . . Ahhh … I do, so enjoy seeing you uncomfortable like this.
The pretty, white, buttoned blouse just barely comes down to cover … and in fact, strains to contain your huge, round, wobbling, swaying belly as you waddle about… . Gaping a bit as the buttons hold on for dear life … struggling to contain your vast, pendulous belly.
The skin tight, light blue, jean capris that hug and accentuate every curve, swell, bulge and crease of your big, wide, undulating rump, flaring haunches and wobbling, tree trunk hams… . Your soft, fat rolls bulging over the tautly taxed waist band.
And lastly, a pair of lovely, white, strapped sandals that show off your sexy, chubby feet, with their cute, pink tipped, pork pie toes.
You are of course terribly self-conscious of your appearance … your straining clothes … and bulging fat rolls… . Praying as you waddle and wobble about, that you don’t pop a button … or split a seam… . … … Ohhh … how embarrassing would that be for my poor, little fatty, piggy.
The blouse is almost see through … causing you additional, self conscious tension… . A matter further aggravated by the fact that I prefer you to go au naturel … and do not allow you to wear a bra or panties.
I mean … who ever heard of a piggy wearing bra and panties anyway … or clothes for that matter? … But I suppose we must observe certain, social decencies when in public.
You are certain that everyone can see your dark, oversized teats as your large, hefty udders roll and bobble about under your blouse.
Oh piggy … if only you knew how your incredibly snug capris were clearly revealing a very pronounced camel toe… . But you can’t see past your immense belly … and have no idea… . Though if we happen to pass a mirror … I will be sure to have you take a look.
Yes … you are terribly embarrassed to be so exposed … but It turns me on to see you like this… . When I take you out in public … I like to show you off … and insist upon dressing you in tight fitting, revealing clothes that barely cover, showcase and accentuate your lovely fat… . I want everyone to see the beauty that I’m building … the prize piggy I am training … and growing.
I like to keep you constantly reminded of just how fat your getting … of how fat I’m making you… . I want you to be consciously aware of every pound of luscious, fatty pork I’ve added to your beautiful, expanding figure.
It’s even more fun to parade you around in public after I’ve taken you to the local buffet and stuffed you nice and full… . Your taut, uncomfortably full belly swelling out in front of you … swaying and bouncing heavily as you waddle along … adding to your discomfort and embarrassment… . It gets in your head … making you feel even fatter than you really are.
But, it’s been a few hours since you last fed … and you don’t have the achingly full belly to contend with at the moment.
Even though you don’t like to admit it… . I know deep down how much it turns you on to be uncomfortably exposed like this… . Embarrassment and humiliation get you so fucking hot and aroused… . Which for me, just adds to the joy of doing it.
As we pause in the isle for a moment to look at some kitchen wares… . I nonchalantly admire your plump, provocative camel toe … bulging so lewdly in the crotch of your capris… . Looking so sexual … so inviting … just begging to be noticed … to be touched … fondled . . . groped… . I find it irresistible.
You are completely unsuspecting, as I casually reach down … sliding my hand beneath your protruding underbelly … and begin to caress your plump pussy through your snug, jean capris.
With a startled, little gasp! … you pull away from me … looking around you nervously … your face flushing with embarrassment.
Annoyed by your reaction … I grab the waistband of your capris, and pull you roughly to me … so we are standing face to face… . You gasp! again … staring up at me… . This time, startled by my aggressive conduct, as I glare imposingly down upon you.
“Hands clasped behind your back!” I bark commandingly. "And look at me!“ I gesture, pointing to my eyes, as I shoot you an intense glare.
Knowing from my tone and demeanor that I mean business, you promptly comply … standing at attention … swallowing nervously.
"What’s the matter piggy? … are you worried that someone might see me playing with your big, fat pussy?” I ask sharply… . Knowing full well just by your stunned look, that I have hit the nail on the head with my supposition.
But then … I needn’t have been Sherlock Holmes to deduce that.
You stand trembling . . . not sure how to reply… . You know pulling away from me … or denying me under any circumstances is a no-no… . Your mouth begins to part … eyes darting frantically … searching desperately for an explanation I will find acceptable… . But before you can answer … I cut you off.
“Let me make something clear piggy!” I begin … lecturing you sternly, as I lift your top and tuck it conveniently under your hefty, sagging, unrestrained udders … leaving your big, fat, round belly fully exposed.
You tremble with the embarrassment of your sudden exposure as I continue.
“I will do with you as I wish … whenever I wish … wherever I wish!”
Then, pausing briefly … I unfasten the button of your skin-tight capris… . Grasping either side of the fly in each hand … I yank roughly … forcing the zipper down and splaying them wide open.
“Is that understood!?” I conclude poignantly.
You inhale sharply! . . . Horror stricken by the extent of your exposure … blushing deeply with embarrassment… . Now, not only is your entire tubby, swaying belly exposed and hanging out for all to see … but the top of your smoothly shaven, fatty muff as well … or FUPA … as some like to call it.
Your head reals in embarrassment and humiliation … as you reply with a nervous stammer. "Y-Y-Yes Sir!“
"Now spread those blubbery hams tubby!” I command, giving the inside of your soft, jiggling ham a little SLAP!
Again, you comply promptly … your nervous tension growing.
“Wider!” I insist. "I want your heels a good three feet apart!“
Trembling, you slide your sandaled feet … spreading yourself further … your breath quickening.
You stand there quivering … on the verge of breaking into a nervous sweat, as I slide my hand slowly down over your fat, round, trembling gut … across your deep, puckered belly button … and down the length of your sensitive linea alba.
You inhale with a shudder as my fingers glide across your smooth, fatty, pubic mound . . . then work their way between the snug crotch of your capris and your plump, protruding outer lips.
I caress your warm, moist mound for a few moments … enjoying it’s nervous involuntary contractions… . Your body twitching as you struggle against your natural urges… . The wonderful sensation of my strong, commanding hand on your pussy, in conflict with the horrible embarrassment of the situation.
You shudder uncomfortably as I splay my fingers … parting your plump labia . . . spreading them … holding them open… . With my middle finger, I begin to caress your rapidly stiffening clit… . Stroking the underside repeatedly as I teasingly breach the top of your moist, inner folds with each, deliberate stroke.
Then … with your clit now fully engorged and tingling with pleasure … I slide my finger home… . You inhale sharply … your entire body going rigid as I penetrate you with my thick, strong finger… . I work it slowly in and out … thrusting deeper each time… . First one finger … then two.
You begin to go glassy eyed … trembling … breath coming in shudders… . Your eyes beginning to wander.
"And don’t you dare turn away from me!” I snap at you, to center your focus! “You look me right in the eye!” I growl … giving you “The Look”… . “You know I don’t give a fuck who sees me playing with your fat, sopping pussy!”
That’s what I say to you … to get in your head… . But the fact of the matter is . . . I am always careful … always mindful of others who might not understand our dynamic … and of those out with their families.
I have positioned us in such a way so as to block what’s going on from plain view … and have a clear view of any who might accidentally see… . But that doesn’t make you any less terrified of the possibility.
As I continue fingering your rapidly flooding pussy … you begin to moan uncomfortably… . Clearly growing aroused by the pleasure growing in your fondled snatch … but still traumatized by the location and circumstances.
With your arousal beginning to fog your thoughts … I take the opportunity to fuck with you and tease you some more.
“Are you worried someone will see you getting all hot and bothered … moaning like the horny, little, piggy slut you are? … Or are you more worried about everyone seeing your big, fat belly hanging out?”
“Is that what worries you piggy? … Well trust me … covering all this blubber with clothing makes no difference.” I tease, as I give your protruding belly a sharp SLAP! with my free hand … causing it to undulate and wobble vigorously.
You yelp! … More startled than anything else.
“Oh … don’t squeal so loud piggy … you will draw attention to yourself!” I chide you … tossing in the extra jab … and further elevating your already, terribly self-conscious state.
Then, grabbing a firm hold of your soft, fat belly … I give it a good jiggle as I return to the topic of clothing… . “No piggy! … I’m afraid no clothing is EVER going to hide all this fucking lard! … Covered or not … as you waddle your fat ass around … everyone can plainly see what a big, fat, greedy, gluttonous piggy you are!”
Your blush deepens . . . your jaw drops … staring at me incredulously … deeply humiliated by my insinuation… . While at the same time … I feel your pussy tighten around my fingers… . Exactly the reaction I expected.
I just love the way you react… . Always acting so humiliated and hurt … while deep down I know it arouses the fuck out of you.
Your body trembles excitedly … your unfettered teats swelling to hard, jutting points under your top… . And your teats are so damn big … there is no hope of hiding them now.
“Oh … don’t act so hurt piggy… . It’s plain to see how excited it makes you.” I continue … gesturing down towards your rock hard, jutting teats with my eyes.
“Maybe I should finger fuck you until you cum right here on the spot! … make you gush right here in the store!” I suggest, shoving my fingers even deeper inside of you. "And the way you squirt piggy! … Why … your capris will be absolutely soaked!
You quiver … your eyes dilating … almost looking as if you’re about to have a panic attack… . You plead with me in a shuddering, breathy whisper. “Oh! … Oh please Master! … Please don’t!”
I continue on … as if I hadn’t even heard your plea for mercy.
“Then we will finish our shopping … and everyone will see the huge wet spot in the crotch of your pants… . What do you suppose people will think when they see that piggy?
The contorted, combined expression of fear, panic and arousal that suddenly crosses your face is impossible to describe … in a word, it’s … priceless.
"Oh … but now I am forgetting the rules … aren’t I piggy?” I interject, thoughtfully. "piggy is not allowed to cum unless her belly is nice and FULL! … Isn’t that right?“
I cease my fingering and just hold my digits there … buried in your sopping pussy… . And now frustration is added to your collection of expressions… . All slowly giving way to an expression of relief… . You pant . . . struggling to compose yourself … suddenly believing that you’ve won a reprieve.
But not so piggy! . . . Oh no! … I’m not done fucking with you yet!
Reaching up with my free hand … I grab you commandingly by the hair at the back of your head… . You GASP! … Startled … and then fall immediately into submission … your eyes going glassy once more.
No trigger has such a profound effect upon you, as when I grab you by the hair… . Any time I wish your immediate obedience … it is all I need do… . A trait I have found common in most … if not all submissive women.
Then … I lean in close … growling sinisterly in your ear. "But that is easily remedied … isn’t it piggy? … Maybe I will just take you … belly hanging out and all … and march you right over to the bakery department.”
I pause for a moment . . . allowing the possible implications of my threat to take effect . . . and then continue.
“I’ll just prop you up right there against the post … and stuff you full of cakes … pies … donuts … brownies … cookies … anything I can lay my hands on… . Everyone will see just how much you can eat! … They’ll watch in disbelief as your big, fat belly swells like a balloon … and everyone will know, what a big … fat . . . greedy … gluttonous piggy you are!”
“I will force delicious treats down your greedy, little, piggy throat … and I won’t stop until you’re thoroughly and utterly … STUFFED! … … … Then I’ll wash it all down with a quart of sweet, heavy cream from the dairy cooler! … Pouring it non-stop down your gullet! … Making you swallow every … last … drop! … Filling you until you’re ready to BURST! … … … You’ll be ready to CUM then … won’t you piggy?”
You stand there trembling … mouth hanging agape … barely breathing … as strange, little squealing, squeaking gurgling sounds emanate from your throat… . Your wide open, dilated eyes staring into space . . . an expression of stunned terror on your beet red face… . Looking as if you might be about to go into convulsions or something.
I’m in your head big time … spinning a scenario that excites you … as much as it horrifies you… . With a firm grip on you psyche … I lay out a few, last details sure to push you right to the edge.
“Once your thoroughly glutted … I’ll just stick the Sku tags from all that you’ve devoured onto your taut … swollen … groaning gut! . . . Then I’ll waddle your fat, bare bellied, pastry gorged ass up to the checkout! … … … The cashier can just scan your enormous, protruding pot belly, so I can pay for the devastation you caused in the bakery!”
You stand there now, unresponsive … plunged into a mesmerizing head space… . Teetering back and forth … staring blankly into space … mouth hanging open, uttering a continuous gurgling squeal … like a distant scream.
Of course I would never do such a thing … well … In public I mean… . Such a scene would surely get us thrown out of the store … and more likely … arrested!
But it doesn’t matter. … The fantasy has been planted in your pliable, piggy brain … and it will be all you think about for the rest of the afternoon . . . until I get you home … where I will stuff and fuck you into unconsciousness… . … … It should prove to be quite an evening.
I pull my fingers from your sopping pussy with a schluuurp! … Holding them up before your face, I command. "Suck them clean piggy.“ as I shove them into your open mouth.
With barely a noticeable break in your trance-like state … you eagerly suck and lick all the warm, viscous juices from my fingers… . dutifully as always.
Then I give your big, protruding belly a few, quick, little slaps! to break you out of your delirium.
With a sharp breath and a gasp, you stir … as if just awakened from a dream.
"OK piggy … let’s get you buttoned up.” I remark, as I grab the fly of your capris and work to fasten them once again… . A bit of a struggle, trying to push all that belly out of the way … as they do fit quite snug.
Then I pull your top down … stretching it once again across your whopping gut… . But I notice your top doesn’t quite come all the way down to meet your waist band … and a nice, three inch bulge of belly fat is showing in the gap… . I guess I must have fastened your capris a bit low… . Oh well! … I’m sure you won’t even notice … for a while anyway.
I love when a bit of your belly shows in the gap like that … It’s such a turn on for me… . Though I am sure you would be mortified … but you’re too out of it right now to even care… . It will make for a fun discovery later.
I’d just as soon dress you in a bikini top and have you waddle around with your entire belly hanging out all the time… . But I don’t think you’re quite ready for that yet.
“Come along now piggy … let’s finish our shopping.” I order, giving your still stiff, erect teats a tweak … enjoying your sharp, little squealing response.
I smile at you deviously … turn, and head off through the store, with you following along … plodding somewhat clumsily … still floating in a daze.
I know you will be useless mentally for the remainder of our shopping… . But, our fun has been had … and I always enjoy your giddy, silly demeanor after a round of humiliation … and a good mind fucking.
Before we leave though … I will have to be sure to walk you through the bakery department … just to see your reaction… . … … It should prove quite entertaining!
I didn’t have the heart to tell you that, even though I didn’t make you cum … your pussy got so, sopping wet, that it still left quite a noticeable wet spot between your legs… . I figured I would wait until we were out of the store … in the parking lot to tell you.
I smile sinisterly to myself… . One, last, little shot of humiliation and embarrassment before we head home for a good, sound feeding and fucking session!
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