an alchemist that transmutes human brain into pig brain
commingling food and pleasure to confuse you
hypnotizing you to overlook your tightening clothes
the worried glances from your family and friends,
and how increasingly out of breath you get even from simple tasks
to believe that the gnawing shame, the self doubt that fades with each passing pound
feels good, like your belly, growing and growing
slowly monopolizing the your ability to feel pleasure
"just a bad day" you think as you wait in the drive thru for a post workout snack
your brain tingles as you stuff the medium fries in your mouth
and as finish the meal you forget how out of breath you got from a short walk on the treadmill
when you get home, you're hungry again
your feeder offers to take you to a cool buffet they found on TikTok- it's apparently a trend to smoke some pot and stuff yourself
the drive back is a haze. you've never eaten so much, and your belly feels orgasmic.
you think back at how the hostess looked at you when you walked out of the buffet
and feel yourself getting wet
once you're confused, the hard part is mostly over
you'll start to notice how sex feels better when you're stuffed
and life feels better when you're full
the medium fries become a large fry, and snacks are now strewn about your bedroom
your piggish behavior creeps up, unnoticed, until one day you catch yourself mid act double fisting hamburgers in your car because you just couldn't wait till dinner
you come home, distressed. your feeder offers a joint to help calm down.
you slip into a haze, and your feeder brings you a plate. they had prepared so much food, you should eat or it'll go to waste. pig brain takes over.
an hour later you come to, slack jawed and eyes glazed over as you stare at the TV
you're leaned back in the couch, your feeder rubbing your stuffed gut
you squirm in your seat, so horny you can't breath
you reach down and start pleasuring yourself. it's hard to reach because of your obesity, and a vague idea that you should be panicked crosses your mind
instead, you take your other hand and start exploring your soft flesh
your feeder walks to the kitchen, and comes back with some melted icecream
a quite voice screams at you that something's wrong, that you need to stop now. your mouth opens to protest-
and warm, thick icecream flows inside.
your eyes roll back as you swallow, your flesh wobbling as you convulse in a mind breaking orgasm
not noticing that right before you came, your hands were on your belly instead of your crotch
