The pillory closes around your head and hands and you immediately feel the fear and thrill of being locked in.
"Ah, this looks great on you, piggy."
You feel my hand grip a handful of fat hanging from your exposed flank. You try to turn your head to watch what's happening behind you but the holes in the wooden clamp don't allow for much movement, so your only choice is to accept being groped like a piece of meat and as you anxiously wonder what will happen next. I pinch and play with the fat of your exposed rear.
"I'm going to enjoy this," I say as I caress the sagging fat rolls spilling over your back and hanging off your sides. Your body jiggles a lot as I manhandle it and I can tell you're nervous and horny. So good. I walk around to face you, enjoying seeing the nervousness and naked arousal written across your face. It's an exciting situation. Your body is exposed and restrained, totally at my disposal. I'm practically salivating.
"I hope you're hungry, pig. I have quite a feast prepared for you."
You nod in agreement, grunting lightly-- like a pig. Of course you are, you always are.
I can see that being locked up like an animal is exciting you and you're already starting to pant lightly, your soft, plump body beginning to heat up and quiver in anticipation of the forcefeeding that's soon to begin. Your mouth waters. Your soft flesh quivers with anticipation and desire. You know what's coming next, and you need it desperately.
We don't wait long for you to begin your meal. I bring slices of pie and shove each into your mouth. The apple-cinnamon taste washes slides fills your mouth and soon you feel the weight and pressure of the sticky, sugary treat as it fills you and settles heavily in your belly, adding to the burden of its hanging mass. Its soft flesh stretches as I stuff more and more into you, every bite making you increasingly horny. Next is cheesecake. Bite after bite. Slice after slice. Your pussy more and more excited with every morsel I shove into you. You moan and gasp, as your fat tummy has stretches painfully and wonderfully with more and more and more and MORE fattening dessert is forced into your stomach.
I continue with no regard for how your body feels about the strain, and it's driving you wild. I can hear the little grunts you make every time I force more and more of it down your throat. Your stomach feels so swollen, the skin so tight, but I still force an entire tub of cake frosting in. It's so much, and it's so good. Finally I stop for a moment and a pathetic whimper escapes your lips as the massive amount of food settles heavily in your overburdened belly. The pain in your distended belly is incredible but that does little to slow the ache between your thighs.
I grab your growing lovehandles and jiggle them for a moment, enjoying how the movement of your soft flesh travels from your exposed rear to your flanks. The sound of slapping meat is absurdly erotic as I fondle the rolls and flab on your helpless, bound form, your face turning red and your moaning turning breathless and desperate. Your belly looks so deliciously bloatedโฆ My hand comes to a rest, caressing it as my gaze slides along your body.
Your eyes are glazed, unfocused, and your mind unable to focus on anything beyond the desire burning between your legs and the wonderful pain of your aching, engorged belly. I watch, amused at the little squirming motions of your bulk and your labored breaths. After a few moments of allowing you to suffer through the intense sensations washing over your fat, overindulgent form, you groan in anticipation of more to come and begin to hump the air.
I slap your fat ass. "Slut! Have some patience!" I scold mockingly as I grab a handful of belly or thigh or back.
The pathetic, muffled squeal sends shivers down my spine and hardens my cock. I walk back out of your sight, and when I return I am carrying a large bag full of some heavy liquid with a tube attached, which I stick into your mouth. I watch in satisfaction as you begin slurping on the weight gain fluid, powering through your painfully overstuffed belly. Your cheeks are bright red. The bag empties itself slowly, while you just continue to drink. Your breathing has become so labored. Every exhale sounds like an agonized moan of pleasure. Really, it's driving me wild too. But it's no fun if I show it.
As you are preoccupied with slurping down the thick concoction, I walk out of your field of view and then you feel my hands grip the thick love handles on your flanks. You squirm, your rolls and handles jiggling, as I begin fucking your restrained body. With every thrust I rock you against the stockade and make you slurp down more and more of that thick weight gain formula. I grab the pillory's top board to use it for leverage. Your fat body shakes as I fuck you from behind as you desperately suck down more fluid into your belly. The feeling is exquisite, your overfull gut jiggling, your body clenching and gripping. The pain of being overfull only heightens the experience.
It doesn't take long for you to cum with all the sensation I have been forcing upon you, your moaning muffled by the hose forced between your lips, but your body betrays you as you shake and quake beneath me. Even after, you continue sucking on the hose. Greedy. I love it.
Really though, I'm not far behind you in orgasm, especially after you finished. The sensation is heavenly as I fill you, your fat, restrained body shaking. I let you stand there slurping on the gainer shake as I leave to prepare the second course.