Unwilling kidnapping victim who wakes up blindfolded in the basement butt naked except for paw mittens on their hands and feet, an ear headband and a strap-on tail. Theyâre cuffed, so all they can do is shuffle across the floor calling out and trembling until their captor comes in. They canât see them, so they donât even know whatâs happening until their mouth is suddenly wrenched open and theyâre forced to choke down a handful of pills. Almost immediately they become tired, more docile and spacey as their captor clips a collar and a lead around their neck and guides them to a large pet bed to lay down in. They want to fight but itâs so hard, their mind feels fuzzy and the total darkness is just dragging them closer and closer to sleep. Then theyâre suddenly choking on a mouthful of food, struggling to swallow as their captor brings spoonful after spoonful of some rich, heavy porridge to their mouth. Itâs horrifying, but they canât help but relax as the drugs and the soothing voice of their captor becomes the only sensation theyâre aware of, chewing and swallowing obediently before falling asleep, not even noticing how painfully stuffed they are.
This becomes their routine. Theyâre not allowed any clothes, and they quickly adjust to their lack of vision. They try a few times to pull the blindfold down but itâs useless, and the drugs theyâre given every day makes them just want to sleep anyway. Their waking moments are spent being fed, willingly or forcefully, until their stomach is stretched so far they can only whimper. The only relief being their captorâs warm hands, tracing over their stuffed belly, rubbing out the discomfort and soothing them back to sleep. They canât see themselves, but they can feel how theyâre changing. They can feel the slight jiggle when they shuffle across the floor, the crease in their midsection when they sit down, the increasing amount of skin their captor owner has to cover to soothe them. Everything is getting tight, the soft fat slowly enveloping them just making them heavier and more docile.
Itâs so hard to think. Itâs been months, maybe even years with no stimulation besides food and their ownerâs touch, and the constant drugging has slowed their brain to a crawl. They drool, open-mouthed, into their ownerâs palm while they caress their round face, filled out like the rest of their body. Theyâre so hungry. Their stomach growls, and their owner laughs and tips their head back, pouring a thick shake down their beloved petâs throat while they melt further into their bed. They feel like theyâre going to explode, but itâs not enough. Their mouth hangs open, begging for more, begging for the sensation theyâve come to crave of being fed and adored by the person theyâve never even gotten to see. Their owner laughs, holding something to their mouth, and they bite into it greedily, not even caring what it is. They just need it⌠more⌠and as they swallow the last bite they feel hands on their lower belly. They trace lower, over the loosened band of their tail that still digs in red and painful, until theyâre palming at the shamefully wet spot that their hanging belly is starting to hide. The pet moans, bucking into their ownerâs hand as best they can, full stomach cramping and their mind so fractured theyâre hardly aware of how wrong this all is. Their owner uses them then, uses their huge body to pleasure both themselves and their pet, and the new sensation of release becomes its final addiction.
The pet has forgotten most things. It lives here in a world of darkness, laying heavily in its too small pet bed as it eats from a trough laid at its side, paws bound and useless. Itâs huge ass quivers as it grinds into its own stomach, groaning as it stuffs itself even bigger, wanting to be good for its owner. Itâs so horny. Itâs so caught up eating that it doesnât even notice the presence of hands on its behind until suddenly itâs being used, whole body jiggling while its owner thrusts into it again and again. It doesnât stop eating, just gulping down its calorie laden slop desperately as whatâs left of its brain gives way to the onslaught of pleasure and pain, submissive and animalistic as it serves its one and only role in life: to be a perfect fucktoy for its owner.
One day itâs leaned back, stomach so massive and limbs so caked in fat that it requires significant effort. It barely registers the feeling of the restraints being removed, suddenly blinded by the dim light of the basement as the blindfold drops. It stares, vision blurry and unfocused, into the face of its owner, before glancing down to see the vast, pale surface of its stomach stretching around it, burying their limbs and constricting its movement to barely a quiver. The tiniest, dimmest spark of alarm shoots through whatâs left of its mind at the sight, but then itâs gone. The petâs mouth opens, a line of drool and a groan telling its owner what it needs. Itâs so hungry.
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