Today is the day. I’m moving to my feeder’s place. He’s been fattening me up for years and providing for me when they fired me. He said gaining would be my only job. He’d come to my place every day after work and wouldn’t leave until i finished all the fast food and the treats he brought me.
I know he likes to fuck with fit guys from his gym. I don’t blame him, at least they don’t have their dicks covered in lard like me. That’s why i was surprised when he told me to move in with him. He must have realized i could barely take care of myself. I haven’t been able to weigh myself since I passed the big 550, since then everything has become a struggle for me. My huge hanging belly, and my gargantuan thighs make everything so hard. I’ve been moving less and less and that just made me weaker and more out of shape, if that was even possible.
When Tony arrived at my place this morning he had a big grin in his face like never before. He rubbed and played with my fat and called me “my prized hog”. I could see the lust in his face.
He helped me dress, and it felt weird to wear clothes again, I decided months ago that the effort to put on them was just too much. I looked like a stuffed sausage, the shirt can’t even cover my overhang now. I could tell Tony had a hard on through his skin tight pants. God, I can’t wait to wake up to his fit body ervery morning.
I think we are almost there. He’s helping me get out of the car. We are lucky we didn’t wait to do this, 50 more pounds and I’m not sure i could fit in there anymore.
The door is right there but I’m already getting out of breath. I tell him he has a cute house. “Thank you pig. You probably won’t see this part of it again, though”.
What did he mean with that? He’s opened a door that goes downstairs and tells me to do one last effort. I’m a little scared but what else can I do? I can’t live by myself anymore. Tony is the only true friend I have now.
I am sweating like never before. I can see the end of the stairs, now. “Welcome home, piggy”
I am sitting in a bed while i catch my breath, and i start to look around. The basement is quite simple. The bed I’m sitting in, a pretty big tv right in front of me, a fridge, a sink and… Is that a funnel mask?
“Let me take this sweaty clothes off. Did you like wearing them? They won’t be necessary anymore. You’ve been a very good pig until now and it’s time we get serious. You will have everything you need here. You’ll lay in bed, you will eat, you will grow. I’m gonna take good care of you. I think I can grow you at least 200 pounds more before… Well, you know how this ends, don’t you? Or were you too busy stuffing your greedy pork face to think what you were doing to your body? No need to worry anymore. Don’t cry, I know you got a boner down there somewhere. Let’s take care of it while i can still find it. Oh, there it is. Good, piggy…”
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