Oink For Me

Just a quick little vignette. With how things were going for me recently, I have quite a few little new vignettes & a few vignettes that ballooned into full-on stories, all drafted up & in progress. I know people don't seem as willing to engage with the writing as much as the art, which is perfectly fine & understandable, but there may be a lot more of these little sort of quick hits just because with everything I had going on, they were kind of the easiest things to work on without arousing too much suspicion from those around me. That's not to say there won't be art as well, just more of a combination. Hopefully more see the light of day soonish, & I hope you enjoy.

Here, I liked the idea of the push & pull, give & take in a feeder/feedee relationship. And I wanted to explore a feedee ultimately caving to something that might be just a little too far for them at first, only to become too enraptured by food & being fed to even really ever think twice. After all, she’s the one inevitably going along with it. All as a stop along the way to getting even bigger.

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"I think- I think I could go- for a just a little bit more," Peyton admitted sheepishly, sinking her teeth into her plump lower lip & looking to her partner with big doe eyes. She expected it to drive her partner wild. After her initial reluctance to all this, now reaching the point where she was asking to be fed more? After such a huge dinner? While her feelings were still just a little mixed about how it was starting to take a whole extra serving before she started to feel full, she didn’t see the harm in leaning in just a bit to turn her partner on.

"More?!" There was a standoffishness to the tone she hadn’t been expecting, befuddling her slightly.

“I mean that is what you want, isn't it?" She leaned back, patting her stuffed, slightly rigid belly. It would’ve seemed impossibly huge for her just months ago, but the fact that now? She was still a bit peckish? "For me to be a glutton? To keep stuffing myself like crazy? To make a pig of myself?"

"Well yeah. Very much so." Her partner admitted, caressing her now rounder face, down by her slowly sinking chin. These constant feeding sessions were definitely starting to have an effect. And Peyton intended on using that effect to its fullest. She leaned forward squeezing her thick upper arms together to amplify the cleavage of her pillowy breasts

"So don't be stingy,” she pressed hungrily, with a greedy smile before reapplying the bite to her lower lip. “Fork it over already."

Her partner took it all in, staring with something of a content smirk, letting her try to employ her wiles. But it started to go on a little longer than Peyton anticipated. All until her partner cleared their throat, & issued a strange demand.

“Oink.”

“Oink?” A confused Peyton asked.

"No. Not like it’s a question,” her partner laughed, before bartering. “Oink for me."

"I'm… sorry...?" It wasn’t computing for her. Maybe because it was from out of left field. Or maybe she was just a little hungrier than she realized. Her partner clarified, putting it simply.

"You want to me keep on feeding you? I want you to oink for me," The tone in which it was declared was very measured, but slightly forceful. Urging. "Go on. Like the piglet you are."

"C'mon! You've already got me begging you for more to eat!" Peyton pushed back. As much as she liked being told what to do, & as much as she was warming up to all this feedee stuff? Being fed? She still had some modicum of self-respect left. And intended on trying to preserve it. Acting like a pig? It seemed a little much. And she made her feelings known. "Now it's like you're just getting greedy."

"I'M getting greedy?" Her partner scoffed. “You’re the one begging to be fed.”

“Okay- but look! I agreed to let you get me chubby for you. That doesn’t mean I’m like some kind of barn animal, alright?” Her partner smiled before getting up from their chair & returning to the kitchen.

“Ok, I hear you. And you totally don’t have to if you don’t want to. But counterpoint?” Peyton could hear emanate from behind the doorway. Suddenly, they returned carrying a large sized pastry box she hadn’t seen before. Her eyes went wide. “You’re a greedy little sow that will be very well rewarded, & very well treated, just so long as you are a good piggy, & do exactly as you are told. And so right now, what am I telling you to do?”

“Is that from- the new vegan bakery everyone’s been ravi-“ Peyton tried to mutter.

“Auh-uh!” Her partner tutted, opening the box. “What am I telling you to do?” Reaching in, they pulled what looked like some kind of rainbow-frosted, fruity pebbles encrusted donut, lowkey, one of her favorites.

“Oink.” Peyton volunteered. She almost couldn’t stop herself from caving. But at the same time, she didn’t oink oink. But stated the word the onomatopoeia comes from, softly, & very matter-of-factly.

“Eh, I’m just not feeling i-“ Her partner started to say, pulling the donut away. But they couldn’t finish the full sentence before Peyton finally unleashed, embellishing it a bit by passing it through her button nose, almost as if she was half snorting the sound with the most animalistic rendition she’d ever attempted in her life.

“Onnnk…oiii-Onnnnk! Onk!”

Her partner plugged the donut directly into her mouth.

“Wow! I’m impressed!” They giggled. “That was so good, I almost feel as though you were holding out on me.” Peyton wasn’t paying attention though. The donut was pure heaven, causing her eyes to roll to the back of her head. If they all tasted this good, she no longer worried about being feed the whole box. “See? I told you that you’d be rewarded. And don’t you worry,” Her partner snickered, gingerly patting Peyton’s bulging tummy. “A couple more sessions like this, a few more L-B’s, & we’ll work you up to a full-on ‘Su-ey,’ piglet.”

Peyton’s greedy mouth was too full to let anything beyond a monosyllabic, negative sounding grunt leave it. But it wasn’t even a serious, negative sounding grunt. Sort of half-assed & performative more than anything. And as she sucked the frosting off her fingers, all her partner had to do was dangle another donut just inches from her to erase any trace of her scowling expression.

“Fine. Whatever. I’ll be a pig.” Peyton thought to herself. “Just keep these fucking donuts coming.” All in reluctant resignation. Or at least until the taste of the next bite washed everything away. It was so good, she started feeling as if she has the infinitely better side of this deal.