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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!!!
Porky - 4
I douched and put my tail in, then padded through to the lounge where Master Duncan and Father were waiting for me. As soon as I nudged the door open, my dad howled with laughter. I blushed from the top of my head to what felt like the tip of my tail. “I told you he was obedient, didn’t I?” I broke one of Master’s golden rules and spoke, “Wait, you knew about this?!” “Of course I did, Dunc’s kept me up to date with everything you’ve done since you left home!” I couldn’t believe it, or cope with the fact that the man I thought would one day become my husband, had betrayed my trust... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
With as much dignity as I could muster, bearing in mind that I’m bollock naked apart from my collar and my cage, with a curly pink tail in my bum, I stood up, pulled the tail from my hole, laid it on the nearest side table and half stalked, half waddled from the room. I could feel a tear running down my cheek. I went straight to the bedroom and locked the door behind me. I resolved to stay there until Monday morning, when I would go to work early and have a huge breakfast to compensate for the meals I would miss during my self imposed exile from the rest of the world.
I woke early, after a restless night, showering and dressing before Duncan was even awake. I snuck out of the flat whilst he was in the bathroom and went to the office restaurant for breakfast. As usual, I had ‘The Works’, but I was still anxious about the previous day, so I went back for a second helping. As I was swallowing the last bit of hash brown, Duncan came in, obviously looking for me. As he approached, I stood up and grabbed my tray.
“Jamie, wait! Please, Baby?” He has never called me Baby in our entire relationship!
“What? What do you want, Duncan?”
“To talk, and to apologise and try and explain...”
“I'm not interested. Still raging. Go away and leave me alone!”
To his credit, he did leave me be. I got to my desk and landed heavily in my chair, which groaned alarmingly. My boss stuck his head out of his office and called over, “Jamie, have you got a moment, please?” I heaved a huge sigh and said I’d be there in a minute. Reluctantly hauling my body out of my chair again, I made my way to Oliver’s office. I knocked on the open door and went in, closing it behind me. He was on the phone, but gestured for me to sit down. I did so, more gingerly than with my own desk chair. Oliver was a big man, 6’ 2” and easily in excess of 350lbs. To be honest, he was something of an inspiration to me. He put down the phone, “I just wanted to say thank you for the party on Saturday afternoon, but you look weary, worn out, and not in a good way... D’you wanna talk about it?”
I did want to talk about it. I unloaded the whole sorry saga, from my mother disowning me to Duncan’s betrayal with my father knowing everything that Duncan and I were doing which, I thought, was in private. At the end of my tirade, Ollie took a deep breath and said, “Jamie, you’ve never had a private life with Dunc. Even before you moved in, he had set up an OnlyFans page. I only found out on Saturday afternoon when we were waiting for you to come home. Xander was boasting about how the first video was at his restaurant. That is one of the things I was going to tell you about when I called you in here. Listen, go home, get your stuff – including that sexy rubber you wore yesterday, and your piggy stuff if you still want it, then come and stay with me for a while. My dad’s a locksmith, so we can get that stupid collar off you tonight. C'mere!” He gave me a huge bear-hug and gave me the rest of the day off to sort my life and brain out.
I went home, but something wasn’t right. Shit! Duncan is working from home. Bastard. I drew myself to my full height, took a deep breath, and let myself in. I went straight to the bedroom and locked the door behind me. I opened our walk-in wardrobe and got a case down. I packed what few clothes I have – mainly work clothes and rubber – collected my toothbrush and razors from the en-suite and got ready to leave. I unlocked the door, and when I opened it, Duncan was standing on the other side, arms crossed, legs apart.
“Where are you going, Porky?”
“That, Duncan, is none of your business. I’m leaving you, and i would like you to unlock your collar. I know everything. The OnlyFans page, Xander’s. Well, I’m done with you and your control of me.”
He seemed to wilt a bit when I said that. “Well? You going to unlock the collar?”
“Oh, um, yeah. I’ll keep it for you, if you ever change your mind...”
“It’s unlikely... I’ll take the key for the cage as well.”
I held out my hand. He fiddled with his keyring and dropped it onto my palm. “Jamie. I AM sorry.”
I snorted. “Aye, right! Sorry you got caught, more like!”
He shrugged. “One more question, please? How did you find out about the OnlyFans page?”
I smiled. “Your ‘mate’ Xander was boasting about it on Saturday before we got home. Handing out cards with the web address. Oliver told me about it this morning when I arrived at my desk.”
“Ollie? That fat fuck?”
“Well, he’s been better to me than you’ve ever been, it would appear! And in case you haven’t worked it out, he’s giving me his guest room until I can sort out a place of my own. We’ll be fat fucks together!”
I held out my keys. “No. Keep them in case you change your mind.” I posted them through the door once it had locked shut behind me.
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Oliver had given me the spare key that he kept in his car, so I made my way to his flat in Timber Bush. Thankfully, it’s on the ground floor! Once I had found the guest room, I opened my case to find something to wear. All my casual clothes are ‘kinky’. Ugh! I decided to go shopping in my work trousers and my smart white shirt. I caught the bus up to town and went to John Lewis. I got half a dozen white polo shirts (3XL – room for growth!) and a couple of pairs of jeans, a pair of braces and a pair of white trainers. I also bought myself a couple of sleeveless sweaters. I paid, then went back to the fitting room and changed. I arranged for the rest of my shopping to be delivered to Oliver’s. For now, I was going drinking! I phoned Ollie and asked him what was his favourite bar. Without missing a beat, he recommended The Regent on Montrose Terrace. “I’ll meet you there in half an hour!”
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Porky - 3
It wasn’t Andrew on the concierge desk when we got home. Some woman I’d never seen before. Master Duncan must have known her though, because he nodded acknowledgement to her. As the lift reached our floor and the doors glided open, I had a sudden feeling of unease... I hesitated and Master pulled on my lead, “C’mon, Lardy! What’s the matter? I’ve got a surprise for you!” I reluctantly allowed him to open the door before he slapped my rubber covered rump and said, “lounge please, fatboy!” I turned left into our sitting room. As I feared, it was a surprise party. Some people were recent acquaintances, like Duggie, Xander, and Andrew. Some were people from the office – including my manager! – and the rest were assorted friends, thankfully, no family! I love my pig persona, but it’s not for my family... Every single person there though, was what Master and I referred to privately as a FoD. Friend of Dorothy, or for the uninitiated, gay! I started to relax, especially when I saw the amazing amount of food! The centrepieces were two enormous pyramids of 50 jam donuts, my absolute favourite! Master lifted one of them down to the floor and said to me, “Dig in you fat fuck!” As I lowered my snout, my arse went up. Somebody, I’m assuming Duncan, whipped out my tail and it was definitely him that declared “Open Sesame!” I knew then that I was going to be ridden senseless...
On Sunday morning, I woke in my usual position, Dunc spooned into my back, his right arm draped over me, his middle finger in my cavernous belly button today! I lost count of how many loads I took last night, but according to Duncan, there were tally marks on my ass. Degrading and humiliating – and I loved it! After breakfast, we showered each other then he announced that we were meeting people for lunch at Xander’s place. However, I had to dress and behave appropriately, no piggy outfit or manners! I was gutted until he showed me what he had bought for me to wear. VERY short black rubber shorts with a zip in the back, and a white rubber polo shirt. Both clung beautifully to my curves and you could easily see my collar and the engraving on it. Master Duncan had had the engraving embellished with cerise pink enamel, making it stand out even more.
When we got to the restaurant, Master said to me, “Before we go in, I’d like you to exaggerate the waddling in here, please. I think you will understand why... Oh, and you can drop Master for the duration of lunch. It’s just Duncan today.” That made my eyebrow involuntarily rise! We entered the restaurant and were greeted by Xander with a hug. He grabbed my ass cheek and gave it a wobble and a slap. “Getting there, Jamie, getting there!” Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my father standing, preparing to greet me. I waddled over to our usual table in the centre of the room. “Happy Birthday, James! I see you’ve kept up with your ‘diet’. Xander was overly familiar with you, don’t you think?” He smiled, rather drily, I thought. “Hey, Dad. Thanks. Well, the office restaurant is very good and I enjoy my time there. Nah, he’s a close personal friend of ours as well.” My mother was sitting quietly, her face showing zero emotion, her back poker straight. She was obviously having some trouble seeing her first born approaching twenty stone and wearing a substantial metal collar with his ownership details on it. Additionally, my clothing hid nothing, not even my sexuality! Xander came over to take our order. As usual, Dunc ordered for me, garlic mushrooms, haggis bonbons, and deep-fried camembert to start, rump steak garni with the blue cheese sauce. Dad and Duncan had the haggis starter and the steak, same as mine. Mother sniffed and ordered a grilled chicken salad without dressing and a jug of tap water. “Ohh, c’mon Maggie, it’s the boy’s birthday lunch. Let go a little!” “I am perfectly happy, thank you, Stuart. You can make a pig of yourself if you like. Perhaps you want to end up looking like your fat son?!” Duncan whispered to me, “Aaannd there she is. Disgust her!” So I did. I ate most of my food with my fingers, deliberately allowing drips of sauce and other detritus to land on my white rubber shirt, mostly on my belly shelf. I only used my cutlery for my steak I was drinking chocolate ice cream today, so I allowed some of that to drip out as well, burping loudly, whilst Duncan laughed outrageously, “’scuse you, piggy!” He ordered a ‘Jamie-size’ (code for a treble portion with extra ice cream) sticky toffee pudding for me and regular ones for himself and my dad. “Would you like to have coffee or tea, Mrs Anderson, or would you like to come back to our penthouse for it with a slice of cake?” “I don’t want anything more from you, or actually, to do with either of you. I’m disowning you, James!” All three of us gaped at her. “Maggie! You can’t be serious? Well, I’m not disowning my son. I’m going back for coffee and cake, and possibly a large whisky?!” He looked at Duncan, who nodded vigorously. “Certainly, Stuart, you are always welcome in our home!”
My father paid the bill and sent my mother home in a black taxi. “Right, Duncan, where’s this penthouse of yours? Lead on, Macduff!”
As we were waiting for the lift, Duncan asked my dad if he wanted to see us in our natural habitat. I caught his eye and silently pleaded with him, NO! Please not that! He just winked and shrugged. We got to our door and Master put a hand on my shoulder and imperceptibly pressed down, I looked beseechingly at him and he nodded, then pressed again, just a little more firmly this time. Reluctantly, I went to all fours, which didn’t seem to faze my dad in the slightest. Master opened the door and I padded in, “Bathroom, clean yourself up, then come through in your normal attire, please! I’m going to entertain your father.” I washed the food debris from my new clothes and hung them up to dry. I douched and put my tail in, then padded through to the lounge where Master Duncan and Father were waiting for me. As soon as I nudged the door open, my dad howled with laughter. I blushed from the top of my head to what felt like the tip of my tail. “I told you he was obedient, didn’t I?” I broke one of Master’s golden rules and spoke, “Wait, you knew about this?!” “Of course I did, Dunc’s kept me up to date with everything you’ve done since you left home!” I couldn’t believe it, or cope with the fact that the man I thought would one day become my husband, had betrayed my trust...
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Porky - 2
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...
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So. I got my full belly fucking. It was The. Best. Thing. Ever!
As I was led home on my pink lead, we stopped at the donut shop. “Ah, Mr Wilson! You want your order now? We’ll just apply the finishing touches. Just give me a couple of minutes!” “Thanks Duggie, give me a couple of jam donuts for Porky while you do that please?” The requested donuts were passed over on a paper plate and Master put it on a nearby table. “Open!” I opened my mouth and the first cake was shoved into my waiting ‘cake-hole’ in one piece. I bit down and some raspberry jam leaked out and joined the rest of the food detritus on my pink rubber top. Just as I was swallowing the last of the second donut, Duggie came back. “Thanks Duggie, stick this on my tab, please. Oh, and dressed like this, Porky can put anything it wants on my account. No rubber, no food. Got it, Porky?!”
Eventually, we got home. I went into the lobby on all fours, past the concierge. “Evening, Andrew. This is Porky. Say hello, Piglet.” I took the hint and oinked at Andrew. “You can use his holes any time you like, but not right now. He needs hosing down, then breeding and feeding!” Andrew laughed, “Good night, Mr Wilson. Enjoy the rest of your evening, and I’ll be sure to take you up on your offer!”
We stopped at the lift whilst we waited for it to arrive. Our neighbour from the opposite penthouse came out, obviously quite drunk. “Heeyyy, Dunks! This the new piglet? You’re gonnae get soo fucking fat boy!” I looked up at my Master and he nodded and gestured me up. “I don’t know your name, but I know that I am going to become a fat fucking faggot and I can’t wait! The fatter the better. Now, if you would please piss off, I’ve got a dozen assorted donuts to eat whilst my Master breeds my fat arse!” With that, I dropped down to all fours again and waddled into the lift. Once the lift doors had closed and we were on our way upwards, Master let out a huge guffaw. “Well done, Porky! I’ve been wanting to shoot him down like that for years! By the way, his name is Hugo Sebastian Lincoln, but I prefer arsehole!” We both laughed at that.
Finally, the lift reached our floor. I crawled to our door and Master Duncan opened it. “Straight to the shower, Fats!” I oinked acknowledgement and wagged my pig tail. He opened the door for me and stripped naked. Every time I saw Him like this, I started drooling. He grinned, “later, my little faggot, later!” He kicked me gently towards the shower and gestured for me to stand. He grabbed the bottle of washing up liquid and dripped it into my cleavage, massaging it to a lather. Rinsing me off, I was helped out of my clothes and told to hang them up to dry. Getting back under the hot water, I was handed a bottle of luxury shower gel and told, “Wash me and Worship my body. Once you have finished, there’s a block of carbolic there for you to use!”
Once I had spent time on my Master, I quickly washed myself down and dripped dry. I was horny and still, unbelievably, hungry, I suppose the word is horngry! I went to the bedroom and Master Duncan was waiting for me. “Okay, Piggy, get your fat backside up and your snout in the donut box! Let’s get you fed and bred!” I got onto our bed, in the required position and opened the box of donuts. They had been cut into bite sized pieces, ideal for grabbing in your mouth as your Master pushes you forward as he pounds your fat arse. Heaven!
I woke the next morning with Master Duncan’s hand on my right hand moob. I tried to extract myself without disturbing him. I failed! “Where you going, Porky?!” “I need the bathroom, Sir...” “Okay, but straight back here, understand?” I nodded and made my exit. I’ll spare you the details, but suffice to say, I felt like I’d lost half a stone in body weight! As I snuggled back under the duvet with my Lord and Master, I reflected on our adventures last night and how much better my life was going to be going forward.
My birthday rolled round in May, and being a Saturday morning, it was Weighing Day. Since Valentine’s Day three months ago, I had put on almost 50lbs and I tipped the scales at 270! Master Duncan practically dragged me back to bed and thrust his enormous cock into my waiting, and willing, hole. He had had a huge mirror installed on the bedroom ceiling, so as he pounded the hell out of me, I watched as my flesh undulated back and forth, wondering how much better it will feel when I get to 300lbs, and beyond... I was snapped out of my daydream by gallons of boiling hot semen flooding my guts, and simultaneously erupting from my cage and arcing into my cleavage. “Right, Fatso, let’s get showered and dressed. You’re eating out all day!”
I came back to the bedroom to find a new outfit waiting for me. Still all in pink rubber, I had a pair of backless shorts, a pig tail butt plug, a crop top with PORKY on the front and FUCK ME! on the back. There was also a hood with pigs ears and a snout over my nose. We went to Xander's for brunch and I climbed onto the table, ready to show off my increased appetite. “Hi, Xand, give him the entire brunch menu, cut into bite sized pieces, please? I’m going to have the French toast with streaky bacon and maple syrup. Sparkling water for me and a full gallon of the usual for Porky!” I grinned and oinked acknowledgement. “Can I give it a birthday fucking before you leave?”, Xander asked. “Of course you can, he’s a fat faggot, he lives for food and sex, in that specific order, but if they come together, he’s in heaven!” Duncan laughed. When our food arrived, mine came served in a huge metal pet bowl, with another one containing my gallon of melted ice cream. I dived in, grunting and snorting, with the occasional oink to show how happy I was. Once finished, I sat back on my heels and belched, long, loud, and proud! Master Duncan and Xander gave me a standing ovation. They took me into a small side room with a wide padded bench and a comfortable chair to the side. At the far end of the bench was a feeding trough, attached to the wall. Master Duncan ordered me up and grabbed my tail and roughly pulled it out. As I made inroads on the contents of the trough, which I later realised was the entire dessert menu, Xander began his assault on my hole. We came together, mine landing on the vinyl cover of the fuck bench. Without being told, I lapped it up. “Well done, Porky!” I love my Master’s praise. After food and sex, it’s what I live for! Xander and Master hugged and shook hands. “On the house, Dunc. Consider it his birthday present from me!”
As Master led me home on all fours, he stuck his head into the bakery where we get the donuts from. “Duggie, can you bring the stuff I ordered to the house, please? He doesn’t know yet!” Duggie responded with a thumb up, and we continued our trek home...
To be continued...
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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!”
“Yes, Master.”
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...
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Big boys make the best bottoms, just manipulate them to grow with your fat cock
'Nuff said! 🐷 G ♥️
Anyone know what they’re saying? 😆
I want to be built like this SOOOOO bad 😩😩😩
@thiccboysblog me too!✋️ G ♥️
He can feed me anytime! 😍😍😍 G ♥️
What if i want both of them 🫣🐷
I DO want both! G ♥️
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Be dumb for me, piggy, and I mean dumb. Let me watch the thoughts disappear from your eyes as I push another cookie into your mouth. I want every ounce of independence you have to be replaced with obsession. Don't even think for a moment about how you look or who might see, just focus on me. Focus on the food. Give everything to me and watch how much easier, how much more fun life gets when you stop trying to think. You just get to spend the entire day eating and getting fawned over. Show me how bad you want to grow. Give in to me.
Do this to me, become my feeder... 🐷🐷🐷
he loves to be spoiled with food
If you know this guy's name, please let me know! Thanks, Gx
It’s an interesting thing to gain on purpose. You go full hog, indulging in everything you’ve always wanted to eat, all the time, and you eat more than you need because you want to get fatter. Then all of a sudden you realize there’s more of your body. More of you pressing out against your clothes. Eventually, your own fat presses against itself. Rolls form where they didn’t used to be and you just feel squeezed into your own body like you’re wearing too tight clothes. Then your clothes get too tight and you feel both. It’s so fucking hot. It’s so fucking erotic that it makes you push your boundaries and indulge even more. Eventually you realize you’ve eaten fast food every single day for 10 days. You catch your reflection and think, “holy shit-when did that happen?” Your face flushes with embarrassment and you feel the other thing too—the sense of fulfillment. The shame and ecstasy-laden arousal. That gives you hunger to push the boundaries more. And one day you wake up and realize that when once you were chubby, you are now FAT. Your coworkers glance at your tits and belly and double chin, trying to pretend they don’t notice. And when you go to order your usual lunch, you realize you’ve lost all control and you decide to add a few cookies to the order. And that’s it. That’s when you’re done. Doomed to be fattened and unable to turn away. You’re a committed feedee now and the work you’d have to do to lose this new weight is so much farther away than your will to grow even heavier and fatter. And you’ll love every second of it. Eat up, fatties ☺️🥵☺️