Author’s Note: This story is something of a personal fantasy. It is set in the present day and also in the United Kingdom, where the age of consent is 16. As stated, it is fantasy, so STDs don’t exist. IRL – TAKE THE PROPER PRECAUTIONS!!!
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My name is Jamie, I’m 17 years old, 5’ 9” tall, and 120lbs. I have green eyes and my hair is a sort of dirty blond colour.
I knew I liked boys more than girls from a fairly young age – perhaps 13 or 14, but I didn’t know what “gay” was. My parents were quite conservative – note the small c! Mother, in particular, was very health conscious regarding diet. There used to be a character called Hungry Horace in my weekly comic, The Dandy. He was a total glutton and was quite fat as a result. I often wondered what it would be like to be like that. Like most skinny teenage boys, I would stuff pillows or cushions into my pyjamas, but mysteriously, they had disappeared by morning...
When I was 17, I left school and got a job in the Scottish Office, which had a canteen. Every break I got, I went straight there and got myself a couple of donuts and a pint of whole milk. If I woke early enough, I would have a bowl of muesli to keep my mum happy, then get a bacon roll (or 2!) for the bus to work. Gradually, my weight started to climb. Imperceptibly at first, but as my capacity increased, one donut became two, and then three with my morning milk – and one pint of milk became two. Needless to say, my mother noticed as my face started to fill out. She was less than happy but there was no huge row or screaming match. We did that when I came out aged 16. This time, it was just subtle digs, or tiny portions at dinner time. By the time I was 19, I had met a boyfriend through my work and he enjoyed watching me eat and he encouraged me to increase my intake. His name is Duncan, he is 23, 6’ 2”, has naturally platinum blond hair and the most beautiful blue eyes. He’s 190lbs of solid muscle and he’s able to lift my wobbly 220lb body with ease! Yep, I gained 100lbs in just 2 years (less, in actual fact...) and I have the stretch marks to prove it!
I left home on St. Valentine’s Day, 3 months before my 20th birthday and moved in with Duncan. His flat is in Leith, on the Waterfront, just a couple of minutes from the office. There are lots of lovely restaurants in this area of Edinburgh too, so plenty of chances for pigging out!
Anyway, back to moving day. I arrived in a black cab with 1 suitcase and 2 suit carriers. Dunc’s flat is on the top floor of an old whisky bond warehouse, thankfully it has a lift! I let myself in and he pounces on me and gives me a passionate kiss.
"Hey, Porky! Welcome home! Now, I think we need some basic rules. Firstly, when we are home alone, you should be naked apart from your collar and your dicklet cage. Agreed?“
“Whatever you think is best, Dunc, but I don’t have a collar or a cage. Not yet, anyway...”
“You do now, Piglet, let’s get you properly dressed. Strip. NOW! Oh, and it’s Sir or Master to you now!”
I did as I was told and stripped myself naked. The collar Duncan had bought for me was huge, but not so big that it would lift over my head. It was engraved in block capitals, ‘PORKY. PROPERTY OF DUNCAN WILSON. 07123 456789’ He was extremely proud of that number, but it caused problems on occasion with people not believing it was a real number! He told me that my collar has “room for growth”
“Right, Fats, let’s get you weighed, fucked, and fed – in that order!”
I weighed in at 223lbs, just shy of 16 stones. He took lots of measurements, waist, height, belly, biceps, thighs, and finally, my cock. He shaved my groin and fupa, then produced a baby pink cock cage, half the size of my penis. Duncan must have noticed my look of concern because he said cheerfully, “Don’t worry, it’s gonna shrink thru’ lack of use anyway, then you’ll buy yourself an even smaller one!”
He pushed me back and I fell onto the bed. As I made myself comfortable, he stripped, slowly, teasing me... I couldn’t wait any longer, “Sir, please hurry up, my hole is itching for you! I need breeding...” As I lay on my back, legs spread like the slut I am for him, he leapt up and in a single, swift thrust, buried himself in my willing pussy, his full balls slapping against my gelatinous arse. I could feel my fat moving with every forceful push. How much better will this feel with each additional 100lbs? I can’t wait to find out! Duncan roared like a bull as he flooded my guts with his hot seed. He grabbed what I thought was a standard butt plug off his bedside table and plugged my hole. ”Right, let’s get showered and dressed, then I can take you out for a good feeding – I hope you’re hungry you fat fuck?! Anyway, take these.” He handed me 3 large capsules and a pint of milk. I trust him implicitly so I swallowed them down with my milk. Duncan, my Master, had laid out some clothes for me whilst I finished in the bathroom. Pink rubber, by the looks of it. Hey-ho. I am an exhibitionist after all. VERY short shorts with an inbuilt butt plug which morphs into a pig tail on the outside, and for the top half, a sleeveless t-shirt with ‘I’m a Fattening Pig – duh!’ on the front and back. I LOVE IT! Master Duncan gives me a pair of pink ankle socks and pink trainers to complete my outfit and we’re ready to go. He looks every inch the dominant Master with his dark trousers, immaculately pressed white shirt, and highly polished black brogues. He produces a pink leather lead and clips it to the ring on my collar. “C’mon Piggy, let’s go and introduce you to the world!”
We went into the first restaurant we came to. The host was obviously known to Master, for they shook hands like old friends. Xander, according to his name badge, said to Duncan, “So, this is the latest one, huh?” Master Duncan replied, “Yes, Xand, but also The One! He’s the keeper. Well, I’m his keeper and he’s the Piggy, but you know what I mean...” I felt a sense of warmth and reassurance from that. Xander showed us to the table bang in the middle of the dining room, which was on a raised dais, and told Master that he had assigned a team of three waiters to cater to our needs. “Usual drinks, Dunc?” Master nodded and Xander snapped his fingers and pointing at Duncan, the barman nodded. Shortly, a bottle of Crozes Hermitage ‘95 appeared and a pint of a white creamy liquid for me (turned out to be melted vanilla ice cream!) which was gorgeous. One of our waiters came to take our order. I wasn’t given a menu but I knew that what I was going to eat wasn’t my decision. “I’m going to have the duck and black pudding starter, Fraser, and the grilled chicken Caesar salad. Piggy will have the deep-fried sharing platter, for three, I think, and then the rump steak, medium-rare, skinny fries, garlic mushrooms, tomato, onion rings, and the blue cheese sauce. We’ll order dessert later!” I noticed that whilst my Master had cutlery and a napkin, I had neither! When I questioned it, I was told categorically that pigs either eat with their hands or directly from their plate and that He expects me to make a mess of myself, hence no napkin! Wit that, I downed my melted ice cream, making sure some ran down my chin, belching loudly with the express intention of being disgusting and upsetting my fellow diners. Our waiters brought our food and I asked them to bring me a bottle of tomato ketchup, preferably the squeezy kind! I dived in with gusto, grabbing fistfuls of food and cramming them into my greedy maw, and squeezing some ketchup in before chewing it noisily and with my mouth open. When I was finished I picked up the dish and licked it clean. I could feel the heat of the hard stares from the other guests, but I didn’t give a damn. To show them that I didn’t care, I belched again. I repeated my performance with the main course and another 3 pints of ice cream, belching loudly 3 or 4 times. Master Duncan later told me it was 6! He had ordered a special dessert for me – an enormous 3D pig shaped from cake with, I was to discover, a particularly messy chocolate ice cream core. “Right, get up on the table, you Fat Fuck Pig and dig in!” That explained why a, the table was raised up, and big, so big (enough to seat 8 people!) I did as I was told and knelt on the table top, Master got out of his chair, lifted his phone and said, “Okay Piggy, smile for the camera!” I did, but I was desperate to guzzle down my cake! “Okay, GO!” he said, as he started the stopwatch. I grabbed 2 handfuls and crammed them into my fat face. As one hand was stuffing the pudding in, the other one was grabbing more. I developed a nice rhythm and far too soon, I was licking the plate again. Master stopped his clock when I let out my biggest and longest, and definitely loudest burp of the evening. “Well done FatBoy! 4 minutes and 29 seconds! That’s a record!” He took another photo, then clipped my lead to my collar. When we were walking home, actually, I was waddling, with my overstuffed belly hanging out, He said to me, “You did well in your induction tonight, Jamie. I’m proud of you!“ I looked at my beautiful Master with a raised eyebrow and he paused, “It won’t always be like tonight – I was testing your spirit. I hope you’re not mad at me?” I replied, “Far from it, Dunc, if you hadn’t locked me in this pesky cage, you would be able to see how much I loved it! You are going to fuck me again tonight? I’ve heard that being fucked with a full belly is amazing!” ”My God, you’re insatiable! Yes, okay. Do you want a dozen donuts for ‘post coitus’? Of course you do, you Fat Fuck!”
And with that, we were back to Porky and Keeper...
Feedback is welcome. Should I continue, or leave it as a stand-alone story? G🐽♥️
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