Not Playing part 3

This time when I woke up I was almost expecting the headache. Things had been going smoothly far too long for him not to pull something on me.


I say going smoothly, what I mean was I’d done nothing to upset my tyrannical feeder. It turned out the unlock weight for his stupid little panties was 304lbs – double my starting weight. I was both relieved and distraught, free of his damned chastity at last but at the same time in mourning for my lost figure.


My weight had steadily climbed from then, making use of supplements he’d have delivered to my flat it felt like all I did was eat and make videos for him.


Still, the end was in sight, my last weigh in had me at 365lbs. I was disgusting but I knew I only had about a month left and I’d be rich beyond my wildest dreams.






It was dark though, no sun streaming through the window, I couldn’t even see a window. I attempted to rub my eyes but quickly found I was quite restrained. My head felt weird like it was in something, my ears felt full and I could feel my breath collide with something not far from my face.


“Hello?!” I shouted with panic in my voice, straining against my shackles as I did so. My throat felt weird I noticed. Then I heard him.


“Ah Donna you’re awake, I have so many things to tell you”


It was like he was in my head. I stopped struggling immediately, knowing it wouldn’t help.


“I’m going to come on screen so mind your eyes, this might be a bit bright at first”


I winced as two screens blinked into life mere inches from my eyes. Suddenly there he was.


“There, that’s better. Good to see you Donna and I’m sure you’re excited to see me but try and keep quiet while I fill you in on a few things okay?”


“Patronising bastard” I thought.


“Well here we are, the final month of your contract and I have to say, after a few teething problems at the start there I am so very pleased with you progress. So pleased in fact that I’ve decided to activate some of the clauses in your contract”


“What clauses?!” I spat


“Oh nothing bad I assure you now do be quiet. Firstly I’ve decided that your continued dedication has warranted a bonus and here it is”


The screens went transparent for a moment as lights flickered on around the room I was in.


“This incredible loft apartment is my gift to you on completion of your contract, you might want to redecorate by then but after this month you can do what you like with it”


“Thank you my feeder” I knew by now that my insolence wouldn’t be tolerated and even though I wanted to curse that bastard out for kidnapping me again I would be expected to be thankful for such a lavish gift.


“That’s quite alright my dear. But until then this place will be my base of operations for completing my final gift to you”


“Oh god what did that mean?!” I thought to myself.


“When we first started talking you expressed a wish to me, a wish I’m going to fulfil for you, or at least try to. You said that there was nothing you’d like more than to be a big fat pig, lying around eating and getting fucked all day, a mindless creature that lived for pleasure”


“No!” I shouted “No, no that was just fat chat, I was just trying to get you horny!”


“While I can’t be there in person all the time I will drop by to check on your progress” more lights popped on as he spoke “my staff will be there to monitor you, clean you, take care of any calls of nature”


“No! Let me go!” I shouted, none of them listened.


“You will be tube fed via nasogastric tube every hour, a more potent mix of the supplement I’ve been sending you.”


“Please, I didn’t want this” I pleaded with him


“But you signed the contract my dear, now don’t worry, I’ll be seeing to your sexual desires as well”


With this the staff attached devices to my errogenous areas and they whirred into life.


“Don’t worry about getting bored, these little screens will be showing you the best in porn featuring actors of the larger persuasion. You’re going to be fucked and fed 24 hours a day for the last month of your contract.”


“Please” was all I could get out.


“Oh and one last thing, I want you to know exactly what you’re becoming so occasionally that glorious porn will die down a little and you’ll be able to take a look at the fabulous mirrored ceiling”


As if on cue the lights illuminated the ceiling and I could finally see myself. A bloated mess of a girl strapped an adjustable bed, all manner of pipes and contraptions adorning me. What shook me to my core though was the device that covered my head. In my reflection I could clearly see that it resembled a pigs head.


“Say oink Donna”





Epilogue


That was my life for a month, barraged by porn as my titties were “sucked”, my pussy got fucked and my ass was filled by that horrid contraption. The staff kept me lubed and allowed me respite when I needed the bathroom but that was it. 30 days and nights, occasionally getting a good look at the piggy in the mirror, Mr S himself had come by a couple of times to inspect me, giving me the odd pep talk and helping to bathe me.


And then suddenly it was over.


I woke up and there were no sounds of fucking, I instinctively bought my hand to my head, I was free! But damn did my arm hurt, I ached all over, guess that’s a months worth of inactivity will do to ya.


I clumsily removed the pig hood and looked out with my own eyes, there was only one light on and it seemed to be directly over a scale.


I slowly positioned myself to make the walk over there, all the electrodes that had been working my muscles had been removed but I still ached like crazy. I felt bigger, a lot bigger.


I finally got to the scale and stepped on. The readout was at eye level and I couldn’t believe what it landed on.


485lbs.


What worried me more was that it made me feel… horny.


Just as that feeling sunk in, as if my magic the rest of the lights turned on and I was presented with my fattened form in the mirror.


There I stood an undeniable fat girl, my belly so large that it had given in to gravity and covered a large portion of my thighs, that were themselves two meaty pillars that mashed into one another, I had no chance of keeping my legs closed.


My upper arms looked like they were about the size my thighs had been when I signed up on those stupid websites, so fat they drooped over my elbows.


My tits looked like fat filled sacks, the nipples had become hard at my obvious arousal but they pointed firmly at the floor.


My lust filled face was gigantic, I’d lost all semblance of a neck and that hood must’ve been pushing my nose up, I swear I hadn’t looked that porcine before.


I dressed in a handily placed robe and made a beeline for the windows, it was everything he’d promised.


I should have been straight on the phone to a plastic surgeon but I was far too hungry. After I fixed myself some food (a lot of food) I was horny again and masturbated.


This seemed like a vicious circle that went on for days. It was like he’d brainwashed me or something. I even found a note from him saying how proud he was and if I felt like another year I knew where to find him. Yeah right!


I talked to surgeons who told me I’d need to lose a considerable amount of weight before they could carry out cosmetic procedures. They suggested a gastric band first.


I couldn’t stop eating though! Eating and masturbating but the high was never the same as on the table.


I’d managed to figure out how all of the gadgets worked and routinely used them while eating but I needed more.


I’d managed to set everything up as though I was secured to the table. Placed the pig hood on, fastened myself in as best I could and sucked on that tube as the gadgets did their thing.


As I was in the rapture of the first orgasm my eyes went wide as I felt the click of the one restraint I’d left undone fasten around my wrist.


“Good pig”