My first attempt at fiction. No pigs were harmed in the making of this story ;)
The boy was a cutie. twenty-three, about five foot nine and he told me he was 280 pounds. We met online and started talking about meeting pretty soon. He found me attractive and told me how hard it was for a chub like him to find fit guys who wanted to actually meet. After talking for a few more days we decided that he'd come over to my place on the weekend for drinks, some weed and video games.
Perfect, I'd have snacks everywhere for him to munch on without thinking about it, and he'd get stoned so he's be starving. Saturday rolled around and he showed up mid afternoon. It was warm out so he showed up in shorts and a tshirt. 280 pounds my ass. The kid showed up weighing at least 320, though he may have bought the shirt he was wearing when he was 280. I got caught staring and he blushed from embarassment.
"Hey. It's uh... nice to meet you. I hope I'm what you expected me to be." He said smiling and clearly a bit nervous.
"Even bigger, shit, I meant better than I thought" I said, letting my words slip a bit.
He blushed deeper and said "Yeah, i guess those pics are a little old... Sorry."
I reassured him and brought him to the couch and told him to choose some games while I went to the kitchen to grab us some snacks. I came back with a few big bottles of Coke and other pop, chips, cookies, popcorn and a few other snack. Putting everything down on the table I noticed that when he sat his shirt really showed off his body. Big soft tits and a round blubber belly clearly showed through his light tshirt. Feeling myself getting hard I sat down and we chatted for a bit, his hands already in the snacks. Good, I thought, fatboy can't be too shy about eating.
We talked about chasers and chubs, and then I asked him if he knew what encouragers and gaining were, and his eyes lit up. Gotcha piggy. My mind was racing thinking about how huge This boy would get for me. He started to eat with a bit more force, and I helped him along a bit.
"I've always been big but I think I'd like to be a bit bigger." He told me how he wanted to be 350, but no bigger. "I want to be able to still walk and wear my favourite clothing and go out without being stared at too much. The afternoon quickly turned into a feeding and smoking marathon. He was getting pretty stoned and didn't show any signs of letting up on the snacking so I quickly went into the kitchen and came back with the gallon of gainer shake I'd made for him, hoping earlier to just offer it as a milkshake, and like the good little piggy I knew he'd be he had finished it by the time he left a few hours later.
As the weeks went on I saw him more frequently and stuffed him every time. As the months went on he got bigger and bigger, until about mid summer. He came over and didn't seem his usual self. he told me that he had hit 355. He was freaked out a bit, at just over 30 pounds in 4 months it made him nervous. I told him to calm down, smoke a joint and let's talk about it.
But I had made up my mind already; this pig was going to be mine, and he was going to grow. That night he slept over, and after stuffing him silly ":one last time" I pounded the hell out of his fat ass. Grabbing his belly from behind I thrust into him and grabbed his hanging tits. I whispered in his ear about what a hot fatboy he was and he moaned in pleasure. I slid out of him, turned him over, and shot my load all over his tits and face. We snuggled up and went to bed shortly after, me holding onto his big belly. I got up to set my alarm and grab a bedtime snack for him. I had some cookies, he had some gainer shake, with a special ingredient: sleeping pills.
The next morning he woke up around 9, an hour after me. I had spent that hour tying him to the bed and preparing some gainer shake. When he woke up and saw me there with a funnel and a huge bowl his eyes went wide, and then he realized he was tied down and the fear was evident all over his face. He started to yell so I did what anyone would do, I shove the funnel into him and started pouring the shake. I told him exactly what I was going to do to him.
I'm going to make you my pig, boy. I'm going to make you as fat as I fucking want, and you are either going to help, or you are going to be forced. One way or another you are going to be my blubbery fuckpig. I'm going to make sure that when I'm pounding you, your tits are gonna rest on the bed and your belly with spread out under you. When I'm done with you, if I'm ever really '"done" your belly is going to slap against your knees when you walk. Well, while you can still walk. Your tits are going to be far too big to hold in one hand, and your ass is going to be wider than any chair. I told him about how I'd feed him daily, constantly, as much as I wanted. I fondled his already sizeable tits as I did this, grabbing them and pinching his nips. He just slowly guzzled down the shake I poured, and when I twas all done I took the funnel form his mouth and asked him what he thought of all this.
He told me he wanted to go home, and he was already big enough.
It's cute when pigs think they have a choice.
(To be continued?)
