This choice: "Let's go watch TV!" Invited into her room, eh? • Go Back... "Let's go watch TV!" Penellope squealed nervously. What a fat, disgusting pig, eating that entire cake! Greedy swine, didn't save any for your guest! She admonished herself mentally.
"Why, that sounds delightful," said the Big Bad Wolf, with his continued forced charm. Into her bedroom already? "Where is the television?"
"Uh... It's in my room. Well, uh, follow me, then." The naked pig hefted herself off of the couch, chocolate icing running down her snout, neck and the top of her now-distended belly. The wolf could guess that the cake hadn't been her only meal today, and she was already churning away at another half a pizza, or maybe a whole rotisserie chicken or something. My, my, what a pig, he thought to himself, as he watched her ass wobble with each plodding step. He waited for her to enter the room before he rose from his seat, striding into Penellope's room in half the time she'd taken. She'd already plopped her fat ass down onto her rat's nest of a bed, switching the flat-screen television on to some stupid reality show, or something.
Like a good guest, he waited to be invited onto the bed with the swine. Watching the pig attentively as she absent-mindedly scooped globs of icing off of her body and put them in her mouth, he stood a whole four minutes before the pig had acknowledged his presence. With an awkward throat-clearing, the wolf had the pig's attention. Well, strike two, Penellope... She just couldn't help herself; she just couldn't stop screwing up. She awkwardly waved him over to sit beside her, and like a good guest, he did.
"Your, uh... Your room smells nice," the wolf said. He figured small-talk might help break the ice.
"Yeah, thanks."
The pair silently stared at the television for over an hour before one of them said another word. The wolf glanced over at the obnoxious porker, who was clearly entranced by the television and oblivious to the wolf. What does he do, now? They're not exactly hitting it off. He's in her room, but he might as well not even be there, for all the attention she's paid him.
"Might I, uh... Use the restroom?"
"Yeah, yeah. It's... It's over there."
The wolf brought himself to his feet and padded lazily over to the restroom door. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the scale that she kept in her bedroom. "Oh, what's this?" he said, feigning curiosity. He stepped over to the scale, snapping the pig out of her trance only by virtue of blocking her view of the television. "A bathroom scale?"
"Uh... Uh, yeah," Penellope grunted out, obvious discomfort overtaking her face. "Ha ha... There's not much room in the bathroom for it, so I guess it lives in here..."
"I see..." The pig fell into abject horror as the wolf did exactly what she'd hoped he wouldn't: Pick up her "journal." "And what's this? A journal, it appears?"
"Yeah... Put it down, please." The pig was never ashamed of being fat, but she was a little embarrassed about her obsession with getting larger.
"'Penney's Weight Journal?' Are you on a diet?" The wolf said, as he opened to a random page. "Oh, silly girl, you don't need to diet..."
"I... I know." If pigs could sweat, she'd be sweating buckets. All hope of keeping her little fetish under wraps was quickly dying. Maybe he won't read it...
Oh, but he did. "Why, you're not on a diet at all!" He exclaimed, twirling a bit. He wasn't quite sure what he was doing at that moment, but he was sure that it was effective. "No, it looks like you're trying to gain weight!"
The pig fell silent as the wolf smiled. "... Yeah... I do."
"Oh, what's the problem, love? See, I've got a secret, too..." He leaned in closer to the pig as he was about to drop his bombshell. "I like 'larger' women."
"Oh!.. You do?"
"Oh, my, yes! A woman with meat on her bones," the wolf cringed at his own wordplay. "... Drives me absolutely wild."
"It does?" The pig sounded... Excited?
"Yes, you beautiful creature! Say..." Here it comes; the "final blow." Here's where he seals the deal. "I don't suppose..."
"Yes?"
"Well, I don't suppose... You've got a boyfriend?"
"Not... Not at the moment..." The pig was blushing furiously, her pink, jowly cheeks turning bright red.
"Well, how would you like it if... I was your man? I'd help you get even bigger... I know it must not be much fun to go at this alone..." The wolf flourished a moment. "Wouldn't it be wonderful, love, to have a big, strong man hold you as he feeds you slice after slice of rich, chocolate cake?"
The pig was clearly excited by this offer. "Oh, yes! Yes, yes, yes! I'd love to be your girlfriend, Mr..."
"Please, love... Call me Bi-" The wolf caught himself before he offered his "title." "Call me Bill. Bill Wolf."
"And you can call me Penellope Pig, Bill. This is the beginning of a beautiful relationship."
"Oh, I'm sure..." the wolf grinned. He won. Easy, unlimited access to his prey. An active part in her fattening. And hey, he wasn't even lying about liking fat women! He was a bit thrown off the other day when he saw her, but you know what? He didn't hate what he saw. He'd enjoy her both carnally... And carnivorously, in due time. The wolf settled down into the bed with his new "girlfriend," curling up behind her as he placed a large paw on her doughy gut.
"Soooo..." the swine giggled. "How many calories do you think were in that cake..?"
"Oh... Probably a good 20000."
The porker grinned; she was going to do just what a pig should: Get fat.
They sat quietly for hours, her licking frosting off herself and him kneading her flabby belly, each only stopping to retrieve something from the kitchen.
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