Prized Piggy (SBBW, Force feeding, Special Interest, WG)
I awaken in a dark room. I am naked. My legs and arms shackled to a bed. I am unable to move. “Hello? Anybody? Someone help me! Please!” I scream.
A man enters the room and before I can even get a glimpse of him, he injects my stomach. I fall back asleep.
I begin to open my eyes. My body feels weird. I feel incredibly hungry.
“Hello,” a mans voice says softly. “Who are you?! What do you want with me? Please let me go,” I say firmly.
He laughs, “I’ve been watching you for months. The girl who never allows herself to indulge. The girl who never allows herself the piece of cake, the ice cream sundae, the girl who never allows herself to become who she was meant to be.”
“What…what are you even talking abo—“ and then it hits me..the most intense hunger pains. I wince.
“You look hungry…can I offer you something to eat?”
“YES, please,” I say in complete agony.
He grabs a box of donuts from a table. A table that is filled to the brim with food.
He starts feeding me. One by one I devour the donuts. I am so hungry and I cannot get enough. Before I know it, the donuts are gone. “Please, I need more food,” I beg.
He doesn’t say anything, he goes onto his phone and starts doing something. A robotic arm that’s attached to the bed starts to move. It grabs a whole sheet cake and starts feeding me. I can hardly finish chewing before it starts feeding me more. I will do anything to make this hunger stop. I moan from how good the cake is.
“Yes, eat up,” he says with a smile. “I’m thinking 500, how does that sound to you?”
I motion for him to stop the robotic arm. Covered in crumbs and icing, I ask “what do you mean? 500 what? What have you done to me?”
“Oh! 500 pounds,” he looks me up and down. “I want to make you 500 pounds. A real prized piggy. I’ve injected you with a hunger antidote. You will have insatiable hunger for 15 hours. We will spend all 15 hours stuffing you to the absolute brim.”
My eyes bulge…I am still very hungry and then hunger pains are starting to come back. “No! What? You can’t do thi——“ I start to wince again.
“Hungry again, my piggy?”
I whimper, “yes, please help me.”
He tilts his head to the side and smirks…”please help me, piggy master.”
“I beg you…please I’m in pain. Please feed me more,” I scream in pain.
“Say what?!” I look at him confused.
“Please help me…piggy master,” he says with a stern face.
“PLEASE HELP ME, PIGGY MASTER,” I scream.
“That’s a good piggy girl,” he says as he starts the robotic arm again.
The robotic arm starts feeding me burger after burger.
He stares at me and starts rubbing my swollen belly, “You will be my piggy slave. You will eat everything and anything I put in front of you. You will be my big, fat, pathetic gluttonous prized piggy…do you understand me?”
I am moaning from being stuffed by the burgers. I can hardly focus on what he is saying. He stops the robotic arm again, “do you understand me?!”
The hunger pains start again, I need food. “Ye—yes,” I say reluctantly.
“YES, PIGGY MASTER. When you address me, you call me PIGGY MASTER!”
I whimper and lower my head, “yes, piggy master. Please feed me more.”
The feeding lasts for another 13 hours. As soon as it ends, I pass out from exhaustion.
The door swings open and wakes me up. I feel swollen. The shackles are digging into my skin. It hurts.
“How is my fat, pathetic piggy this morning,” he says with a slight smirk on his face. He circles around the bed. He looks like an artist admiring his work.
“Well piggy, it’s weigh in day. Luckily for you, you don’t have to do anything..not that you could do much,” he laughs. “ Your bed is actually a scale.”
I hear a beeping noise. “WOW! 414 pounds..someone’s been a good piggy,” he says as he pats my belly.
“414 pounds,” I gawk, “no…I can’t be…what have you done to me?”
“I told you. You will be my prized piggy. You are plumping up quite nicely,” he starts rubbing my swollen belly and breasts. He starts to get aroused.
“Piggy master…can you please take the shackles off? It’s cutting into my skin and it’s painful,” I ask.
“Now piggy, if I do this…and you try to run, er…waddle away, you should know that this entire house is locked. I have cameras in every room and your room is locked from the outside. You have no where to go,” he says matter of factly.
I nod, “ I won’t go anywhere, I promise.”
He undoes the shackles. “You know what, let’s see how well you’re walking these days, piggy.”
He uses a remote for the bed and sits me upright. I heave my body to try to get out of the bed. I’ve accumulated so much fat in between my legs and in my thighs that I can no longer put my legs together. He towers over me with a smirk and holds out his hands, “come here piggy.”
I keep trying on my own before I give in and grab his hands. I manage to get to my feet. I am panting. I am out of breath. I get a glimpse of myself in a mirror. I AM MASSIVE.
“Walk,” he demands. “Do a circle around the room.”
I was 150 pounds the last time I walked, moving this giant body was different and it took a lot of effort. I heaved from side to side to get momentum. My walk was more like a waddle. I could feel the sheer girth of my body with each swing. With every step, I felt turned on. It took me 10 minutes to walk around the entire room. I had to stop multiple times to rest.
He helped me back into bed. “Yeah,” he laughed and poked my belly, “I’m not worried about you going anywhere.”
I felt embarrassed, ashamed and turned on.
As I start to adjust myself in the bed, he injects me. Another 15 hour feeding.
The hunger pains start, “piggy master, please feed me. I am begging you. Please, it hurts, please feed me,” I beg.
I notice he is aroused again. I am laying in the bed like a beached whale. Exhausted from moving my heavy body around the room. “hurry, piggy master. PLEASE!”
I am waiting for him to start the robotic arm and then I notice him grabbing a box of Boston cream donuts…a dozen. “Time to eat, my pathetic piggy.”
One by one he feeds be the donuts until the box is gone. He is still aroused.
I beg him for more food. My hunger is insatiable.
He begins feeding me cheesecake. “You know piggy…piggy’s are meant to be fed but they are also meant for breeding.”
Next thing I know, he is mounting my mammoth of a body. I can’t even try to fight him off. I don’t know if I want to fight him off. His large cock enters me and he begins thrusting. “You are my piggy slave and I am your master,” he says forcefully. “Your only purpose is to eat and be used for breeding. You are a fat, pathetic, dumb, helpless piggy.”
The feeding continues for the rest of the day. I can feel myself becoming dumber and enjoying the idea of being his useless piggy for the rest of my life.
I wake up. My body feels heavy and swollen. It’s getting harder to move without help.
I hear the door open but can no longer see when he enters because my large belly is in the way.
“Good morning, piggy,” he says as he comes into line of view.
I know the injection is coming soon and wait for it. Only it never happens. I hear the door swing open again and head the voices of women. I am mortified. I lay naked on my bed, unable to move much more than my toes and my fingers. Yesterday’s stuffing was grueling. I want to shoot up and cover myself. My mind is telling my body to do it but I am unable to do.
The women walk around to talk to my master. “Get her cleaned up really nice and put this on her,” he hands them what looks like a massive blanket.
“What’s going on?” I ask in a demanding tone.
He walks up to me, pats my belly and says, “piggy’s don’t need to think or know.”
I hear him exit the room.
The women start bathing me. Scrubbing every crevasse of my mammoth body. They work in silence. I am mortified.
After my cleaning they use the remote to position me upright on the bed. I am hungry and ask for food but they ignore me.
What I thought was a large blanket was actually a large moo-moo. It takes 4 women to put it over my large body. As they put it on me, I think “Pink…what a fitting color for a pig like me.”
I hear a beep from a walkie talkie, “all done,” one of the women says. They exit and 4 large muscular men enter, wheeling a large bed into the room.
I am humiliated again. I don’t want anyone but my piggy master to see me this way. “On the count of 5 we move her,” one of the men says. “1..2…3…4…5” I can feel two men pushing on one side and the other two men pulling on the other side. The hands of the two men pushing sink into my fat backside. “Done,” one of the men says as he tries catching his breath.
They start wheeling me out of the room. I want to jump out of the bed and run. I cannot do either of those things. I am helpless. “Where…where are you taking me?” I ask.
They do not answer me. I am wheeled out of a double door into a garage. The push me up to a wide cargo van.
I hear him…my piggy master. “Load her in boys!”
I go to speak but know that I should am just a fat, pathetic, helpless piggy and piggy’s don’t ask questions.
“WOW, this is your largest yet, sir! Good luck!” One of the muscular men says. “We will see you there.”
My piggy master enters the van through the back. He pushes a button, “driver, we are ready.”
“I know good piggy’s don’t ask questions but I have to know…where are you taking me? What is going on?” I say to him, pleading with my eyes.
He doesn’t answer me. Instead he starts walking around my bed, admiring his work. We don’t talk for the rest of the car ride.
“We’ve arrived, sir” a voice says through the car speaker.
The van backs up and the back door opens. The 4 large men are back and begin the process of getting me out of the van. I look around as they take me out, there are 10 others vans just like the one I came in. Before I can say anything, I am being wheeled into a large building. As they push me, I see a sign that says FARM SHOW COMPLEX. I wonder, what am I even doing here?
The men roll me into a large room. The stands are filled. I can feel my face flushing with embarrassment and humiliation.
My bed comes to a stop. i twist my head to the left and make eye contact with another large woman. I twist my head to the right and see a large male with a female. She is rubbing his belly and telling him he’s been a good piggy.
I look for my piggy master but he is out of sight. I start to panic and try to heave my body up right, the sheer mass of my body is preventing me from getting up. Then I hear a woman’s voice, “wow, Will…you’ve really outdone yourself with this one. Absolutely massive. How many days did this take? Can’t wait to really examine her during the showing.”
“30 days and she’s not done yet,” he laughs and pats my belly.
“Attention everyone, please take your seats. The show is about to begin! Welcome to the Annual Hog Show. The event will take place over two days. We have 11 fine hogs this year. One will be named best in show. Hogs will be judged on size/circumference, weight and eating contest,” the announcer says over a loud speaker.
My eyes start shifting back and forth. I try to move my legs but only my toes move. My piggy master…who I now know is named Will, starts rubbing my belly, “good piggy. That’s a good girl.”
“Today the judges will circle around each hog and measure them. Weight will be posted above the hog and their handler will say a few words on how they prepared their hog for showing.”
One by one the judges go through the motions, I am the second to last and it’s now my turn. My face feels flushed. Why would he do this to me. I am helpless. He did this to me.
The judges circle me, I feel vulnerable, weak, pathetic.
I can feel their hands all over me, as they examine every inch of me. “What a sight,” someone says. “Will, can you please share say her weight out loud and share a few words?”
I haven’t been weighed in weeks. “817 pounds. I’ve fattened this hog using injections. 15 hour feeds for 30 days,” he proudly states.
The crowd cheers. “817 pounds,” I think to myself…I’ve become a fat, immobile, useless pig. The reason I haven’t been able to move my body isn’t because I am weak or exhausted, it’s because I’ve gotten too fat. He said 500 pounds but he’s taken it far beyond that.
“I haven’t fed this hog today or given her any injections. You are about to see how gluttonous she has become,” he says while filling a trough with all of my favorite foods. He’s right…I haven’t eaten and I am starving.
The muscular men are back and roll me onto my belly onto this fabric that has wires on each side. I lay helplessly, unable to move. I feel myself begin to lift. I am being hoisted in the air by a crane. Belly side down, hovering over the trough. The crane lowers me so I can begin eating. I look to my piggy master and he nods.
Something comes over me and I start eating everything. I hear people cheering. Anytime the trough is empty, he refills it. I feel disgusting and embarrassed but I am still hungry. He slaps my large behind and my fat ripples. I am taken by surprise…I…SQUEEEAL SNORTSNORT** OINK
“What was that?” I think to myself. My piggy master smiles. My trough is empty. I look to him.
He holds the mic up to my mouth, “say it.”
“Piggy master, please give me more,” I say with a shameful tone.
“a well trained hog indeed,” the announcer says.
“This is my 817 fat, glutenous, pathetic piggy. My greedy piggy ate 10 troughs…10 troughs without her injection. 10 troughs because she is so fat and pathetic that all she does is think about food,” he says into the mic. The crowd cheers again.
I hang above my trough like the rest of the pigs until the last one is presented.
As day one comes to a close, audience members are allowed to come examine the hogs. My piggy master proudly stands next to me. All I feel are people’s hands rubbing along my body. I am embarrassed and ashamed.
“Do you rent her out,” a voice says from behind me. I feel a hand pat my butt.
“She will be for rent after the show, here’s my card.” I hear my piggy master say to the man.
“…what does he mean I’ll be for rent?” I wonder and then my thoughts are interrupted by thoughts of food. I am hungry again. I need food. SQUEEAL
I am back on my bed and wheeled into a room with the other pigs. It’s a large room where handlers and pigs stay during the show. Within the room are smaller rooms. I see him reading a sign..”Ahh, hog 10…this is our pen,” my piggy master says. I am wheeled into my pen.
“Piggy master, feed me,” I beg. “Need food.”
“Pathetic,” he says as he rubs my belly. He puts together a plate of cake, donuts and pie and places it on a table across from me. “Get up and go get it, fat pig.” I am staving, all I can think about is eating, I try to heave my body up but I am unable to do more than wiggle my toes and fingers. “you are absolutely helpless and pathetic,” he says with a grin. I see him getting aroused.
He grabs a slice of cake and climbs on top of me. He lifts my moo-moo up and starts sticking his hard dick into me. He begins to feed me the cake. I moan. He tries to insert himself into me but I’ve become so fat that his cock can no longer reach so he chooses to fuck my fat.
“My fat, pathetic piggy. You’re too fat to be fucked. So fat that all I can do is fuck your fat. You’ve let yourself go. You’re a big, fat, useless blob.”
I awaken to the sound of cows lowing. A tv is being setup in my pen. “Well Piggy, the second half of the show is at 1 pm. I have another show right now. I’ve set up a tv for you to watch,” he says with pride.
“Another show?,” I wonder. He must notice me thinking - he gets on his phone… I hear the robotic arm starting. How did I miss the table of food next to me. The robotic arm starts feeding me. All thoughts subside. All I can think about is food.
Before walking out of my pen, he walks around my expanding body, “we need you nice and stuffed for the final showing today. This will feed you for the next 30 minutes. That should hold you over. You will be my prized piggy.”
My hunger is insatiable. No injection today. “How am I so hungry?” I wonder…the robotic arm starts on the 5 cakes on the table. My thoughts quickly drift back to food. My feeding is coming to an end. The 4 women from yesterday appear and wipe me down. They take off my stretched out moo-moo and put me in a cleaner bigger one.
“How does she seem even bigger than she did yesterday,” one of the women whispers. One of the women tells her to shush. I feel my face instantly flush. I want to say something but I am too embarrassed.
I hear the announcers voice - I glance at the TV. “Welcome to the Annual Cow Show….” the camera pans to large men, women and their handlers.
And then I see him…my piggy master. Proudly standing next to cow # 7. He is patting her belly….I feel an instant fit of jealously take over me. The show continues on. I watch as he proudly presents cow #7.
“This concludes the first portion of the Annual Cow Show…tomorrow we will watch the lactation part of the show,” the announcer says.
I feel anger, jealously…I feel…used. I want to get up and walk out. I demand the women to use the lift on the bed to put me in an upright position. They look terrified, “DO IT,” I yell. One of them women finally caves and pushes the button. They look concerned and leave my pen.
I start using all of my might to sway from side to side to get some momentum to swing myself out of the bed. I need to get out of here. I need to get away from him.
After what feels like forever, I am finally able to rock my swollen body. I manage to get both of my legs over the side of the bed. I am panting and out of breath. I need to rest. I give myself a few minutes before trying to lunge my massive body out of bed. No luck. I try again. SUCCESS! I am standing. I am doing it. My body feels heavy….oh no. I start to roll forward. I lay in my pen on my stomach, like a beached whale. I am unable to move. My legs and arms splayed out in the air. My moo-moo has scrunched up and my bottom half is exposed. I can’t let anyone see me like this…I do my best to rock back and forth but nothing is working. I am truly stuck.
My pen door swings open…I try to raise my head up to see who it is but I am unsuccessful. “What’s going on here?” My piggy master says. “Trying to escape….look at how pathetic you are. Too fat to run away. Now you’re stuck on your fat, swollen belly like a pathetic, greedy pig.”
“I’ll need to teach this greedy piggy what happens when she tries to escape…” he says in almost a whispering voice.
I feel him mount me from behind. His hard cock rubbing against my back side and then he inserts himself into me. I am too fat for him to truly insert himself but he starts thrusting into my fat.
“Bad piggies need to learn hard lessons,” he says while she thrusts even harder.
I start squealing. It feels so good. I can feel his small, slender figure balancing on my massive body. He finishes and cleans himself off.
“I’m guessing you didn’t like seeing my cow. I need you to understand this…you are not the first and you will not be the last. I fatten hogs and cows for show and then I will sell you off to the highest bidder. This is your life now. You will continue to be fattened for the rest of the your life. I’ve watched you for months…this is what you’ve wanted. You’ve wanted to become a fat, lazy, helpless pig. I’ve given you that life. You will continue to grow…the bigger you get…the dumber you get. You will have no control over anything. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?,” he says with a flattened tone.
“Yes, Piggy Master,” I whisper.
He shoves a feeding tube into me and starts pumping me full of liquid. “I didn’t want to have to do this to you. We could have done this the fun way…but we can’t take any more risks of you being able to move piggy. I need to ensure that you can never roll out of bed again…”
I am in pain. I can feel my stomach expanding under me. SQUEEEEAL SQUEEEAL*
Next thing I know the muscular men are back. They try lifting me back onto the bed. No luck. The summon for help, 4 more men appear. They manage to roll me onto a lift and get me back onto the bed. They wheel me off for the next portion of the Hog Show.
The last portion of the show is for the handler to show how to ride their hog. The less a hog can move while being ridden, the higher the score. Most of the other hogs are able to move their arms and legs. Some of them tense up while they’re being ridden and others seem to enjoy it.
“hog #10 with handler Will…” the announcer says over the loud speaker.
“Yesterday my hog was 817 pounds,” he says proudly…”today she is weighing in at 991 pounds.” The crowd cheers loudly.
I catch a glimpse of myself on the big screen. I am 2 times larger than the next biggest hog in the show. My neck is gone, my arms and legs are barely existent. All i can do is wiggle my fat fingers and toes and open and close my mouth. I have become a fat, useless, blob.
The women reappear and lift my moo-moo up to show the sheer girth of my body. I feel my piggy master climb onto me. “Now i am going to ride my hog, she has become far too fat to enjoy the pleasure of it. Her sole purpose it for my pleasure,” he says as i feel his large cock thrust against my fat rolls. I lay there…unable to move. I try to speak but all I can do is SQUEEEAL OINK**** SNORT****
He starts rubbing my engorged nipples. I begin lactating. SQUEAL* SQUEAL*** It feels so good. “Good piggy,” he says. The judges are impressed.
The crowd is going crazy.
The show is drawing to an end. I try to talk to my piggy master but my voice is gone. All I can do is oink at him. He gives me a big smile, “finally, you’ve become a true piggy.” He rubs my belly to show me how proud I have made him.
“And the best in show goes to hog #10 and her handler Will!” The announcer screams over the loud speaker.
I am now being wheeled around the entire room in front of the cheering crowd.
At the end of the show, piggy master is approached by a man. “I’ll give you $100,000 to buy her off of you,” he says.
“I don’t know. I reckon I could put her in at least 1 or 2 more shows…” he replies.
“$200,000 and I will give you my current hog, she is sitting around 300 pounds right now” the man says in a serious tone.
I feel my piggy masters hand rubbing my 991 pound body. I try to tell him no. I want to stay with him but all that comes out is a snort. “What will you do with her?” He asks the man.
“I want to have her on display. Create a feeder experience. They can feed her, ride her…do whatever they want with her. The rest of her life she will be used for feeding and pleasure.” The man confidentially says.
There’s no way my piggy master will let that happen. He’s worked too hard to make me what I am today…
“Deal, it would be nice to start fattening up a new hog,” he says as he shakes the mans hand.
I try to scream but all I can do is SQUEEEAL**
I’ve been here for almost 30 days. My last weigh in I was 1,120 pounds. Just a massive blob.
I’m in a glass room, unable to move. Constantly on display for people to gawk at my appearance. I spend my days being stuffed to the brim and fucked by feeders who pay my new piggy master. The only part of my body that I can still move is my mouth. The rest of me is just a helpless mound of fatty flesh.
I hear a familiar voice, “wow, she’s gotten massive,” a man says while mounting me. My piggy master. *SQUEEEAL**
I am no longer able to speak and can barely think. I have truly become a fat, pathetic, lazy, greedy piggy. His prized piggy.
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