And a Pig Is Born
(BHM/FFA, humiliation, teasing, slight messy eating, descriptions of gluttony)
He opened his eyes and looked at the clock - 1:15 AM - and quietly sighed as his stomach growled again. He was starving and wanted to go get food, but didn’t want to wake his girlfriend.
But his stomach was rumbling and demanding food.
He began the process of rolling himself to the edge of the bed, trying to keep his breathing even and not move the mattress too much. Which was easier said than done at 610 lbs. Finally he got himself to the edge of the bed and swung his legs over and slowly stood, pausing to verify the still steady sounds of her breathing.
He began the slow process of walking, pausing to turn sideways through the door frame, before plodding down the hall to the kitchen as quietly as he could - which wasn’t thanks to the floors creaking under him. By the time he got to the kitchen, he was sweaty and shaking, the walk wearing him out. He bypassed the light switch, and opened the fridge, casting himself in the glow as he leaned forward to look for a snack. He teetered slightly, his center of gravity shifting as his belly rolled forward and dropped to the floor.
Breathing heavy, he decided to just side in front of the fridge, turning so he was sitting sideways in front of the fridge, his right arm already pushing food around looking for something to eat as his belly forced his fat covered legs apart so it could spread outwards to his knees. He was too tired to walk the extra ten feet to the dining table.
He found a container of fried rice from a Chinese take out and brought that to him, balancing the carton on his belly and opening it. He realized he didn’t have any utensils and was loathe to stand up so soon, so with a shrug, he brought the carton to his lips and tilted his head back, tapping the side to let some of the rice fall into his mouth.
As he ate the rise, some of it spilled from around his mouth, gathering on his belly and even falling to the floor. This probably should’ve added to his embarrassment - after all, he definitely didn’t need to be eating on the floor at early hours, definitely shouldn’t be eating so messily, and definitely shouldn’t be doing all of this practically naked.
But, c'est la vie.
Tossing the empty container down, he eagerly grabbed the next left over - another container of Chinese food, this time Sweet’n’Sour chicken. Similar to the rice, he tilted the box up and let the chicken fall to his mouth, splattering his lips and face with the sticky, red sauce. Maybe he should be embarrassed, maybe he should be getting up… wait is that pizza?
He discards the second container and wiggles his body closer to the fridge so he can grab a gallon sized baggie of pizza slices. Now, this… this hits the spot. He devoured the bag, using his right hand to feed himself while rubbing his expansive belly with the left hand. Halfway through the pizza, he fished out two cans of coke and popped the tabs open, guzzling them both before tossing the empty cans with the other containers around him.
He finished the pizza and belched, covering his mouth a bit late and paused, trying to listen for any signs that his girlfriend had heard him.
Hearing nothing, he dove back into the fridge and pulled out a container of potato salad - a brand new tub, probably meant for dinner later that day. With a shrug, he opened the lid and used his fingers to eat from the tub, his desire - no, his NEED - to fill his belly overruling any manners he had. He began slowing down as he reached the end of the 3lb tub.
The overhead kitchen light turning on startled him from his state of bliss and as he jumped, his body erupted in waves of jiggles.
“What the hell, fatso?” His girlfriend stood at the kitchen doorway, hands on her hips as she took in the sight of him and his feast. “Is that the potato salad for dinner?” She asked, marching over and kicking trash out of the way to look into the tub balanced on his belly. She made a noise of disapproval and nudged his belly with her barefoot.
“I was hungry…” He said, aware of how pathetic he looked surrounded by trash and bits of food. Especially after they agreed to have him lose weight after he ballooned past 550 pounds, but he had kept gaining - the habits hard to break. “You’ve trained me-”
“Me? You’re blaming me for your lack of control? You are the one sitting here naked-”
“I’m wearing boxers.” He interjected, trying to glare up at her while she stood over him.
“See? Too fat I can’t even tell that! Sitting here, in front of the fridge gorging yourself like a … like a pig!” He felt a thrill at the name - pig - and tried to cover his blush but she noticed, of course.
“You know, I’ve never called you a pig because you were always clean and well mannered. But after tonight, maybe I should only call you that.” She said, kneeling in front of him to slap his belly. “Now, finish off that potato salad.”
“I can stop. Save it for dinner.” He tried, trying to look around his body for the lid. Her snicker of laughter made him pause and look back to her.
“No, no, no, pig. You were so hungry to eat it, you need to finish it. Get going fatty.” She watched with a smirk on her face as he used his hands to dig in and scoop more of it into his mouth. Finally, he cleaned the tub and looked up at her, still holding the container on his belly. She picked it up and nodded her approval, before stepping back and regarding him with a cool stare.
“Now get the fuck up and get to bed. I’ll clean up your gluttonous mess this once.”
“Okay.” He said, embarrassment coiling in his belly but also a sliver of arousal. In their years together as feeder and feedee, they never dipped much into humiliation or teasing beyond calling him chubby or fatty. She had always insisted on not calling him a pig so he could maintain his dignity - but dignity is hard to get when you’re sitting on the floor, fat spreading out and glutting yourself on food.
He tried to pull his knees closer to him to bring them under his mass but his now full belly was an immovable force. He realized with a shred of panic that he actually hadn’t sat on the floor in two years because getting up at 450lbs was hard enough. Now he was trying it with 160lbs added to him.
“Come on, pig. Hurry up. Is that food falling out of your folds? You’re such a greedy pig! Were you even trying to be clean?” Her voice came, sharp as a whip and making him jump slightly from the arousal the words brought. He gave up on trying to use his legs and began trying to turn his body sideways, but once again his full stomach acted as an anchor and all he managed to do was cause himself to wobble and jiggle. He paused to catch his breath and watched as his folds glistened with sweat, before looking up at her.
“Please… I need help. I can’t get up.”
“You’re so fucking fat. I can’t believe you ate yourself practically immobile!” She exclaimed, shaking her head as she walked over to him. He reached up for her hands and was confused as she shoved his shoulders and forced him onto his back. He laid there, dazed, as his belly shook in the air, swaying and sloshing from the impact. He could barely see her over the round ball of fat, but he saw her smirk down at him. “Now roll yourself over and try to get up on your knees from there.”
He nodded and began rocking his body, one, two, three, four and on the fifth try, he managed to roll onto his side, his belly flopping to the tile and spreading out like molasses. He was breathing heavy but the sound of her tapping her foot spurred him on and he managed to get onto his knees with a lot of grunting and wheezing.
Only to realize he still couldn't pull his body up to a kneeling position. He rolled to his left - away from the counter and into the open. So every time he tried to lift himself, he ended up falling back onto his hands, his belly wobbling under him and rolls jutted out from his sides.
“Still can’t get up? My word, you are such a glutton! You know what, you should just crawl to bed. After all, pigs don’t walk. Get going, piggy! Crawl!” She barked, watching as he tried to shuffle his body around to face the hallway. He had to take small movements, his knees having to help move his belly out of the way.
He tried crawling forward but couldn’t lift his belly off the floor enough to move and because of his sweat, his skin was sticking to the tile, effectively keeping him stuck.
He was too fat to even crawl.
Her laughter brought him out of his shock, tears pooling in his eyes from the embarrassment as he was looking at all the trash from his gluttony. He tried to look up at her, but the roll of fat around his neck made that impossible as she stood next to him. She slapped his belly, watching as his belly, thighs, ass, arms and chins wobbled. He grunted from the sting and tried pulling away, only to manage moving an inch, his belly making a small noise of suction as it shifted forward.
She began slapping various parts of his fat, him begging her to stop - but she only told him to crawl away if he didn’t like it.
“Please… please just help me up.”
“No, pig, I don't think I will. Besides, all you have to do is crawl to get away from me. Go on, just crawl.” She said, emphasizing her statement with a slap to his expansive rear. More tears leaked from his eyes, a sniffle coming out as this was beginning to become too much. The embarrassment, the pain .... the arousal … the hunger starting back up. He sent a plea skyward that his belly wouldn’t growl.
But it looked like heaven was shut for messages at 2:04 in the morning.
“Are… are you still hungry, pig? Was that your belly asking for more food?”
“No…”
“Don’t lie to me pig! Come one, tell me what a gluttonous pig you are and I’ll get you more food.”
“Please, just help me up.”
“No, no, piggy. I need to make sure you’re absolutely full. Come on… you didn’t even find the cake in the fridge.” He couldn’t help but perk up at the word ‘cake’, trying to shuffle his body so he could watch her pull a box from the fridge - a box he ignored because it looked to be a case of yogurt - his least favorite food. “I had to hide the cake in a box so you wouldn’t eat it! But now I want you too, since you are still hungry. Here. Eat up.” She said, sliding the cake in front of him on the floor.
Without much thought, he leaned down and started eating the cake. He could hear her laugh, shame coloring his face and he tried to breathe through his nose, but the tears and snot made it hard.
She leaned down and gripped his hair, pulling his head up.
“Tell me what a gluttonous pig you are. And tell me you like this, that the wet spot on your underwear is because you’re turned on.”
“I’m a gluttonous… and greedy pig. I’m so turned on right now by this. All of this.”
“Good. I think this opens up all new avenues for us. You’re such a good pig.” She said, her voice losing some of the edge and her hands loosened and she stroked his chin. “Do you like being too fat to get up, too fat to even crawl?”
“Yes.” He said, a sob wracking out as he fully admitted and accepted this new kink. She nodded and shoved his face back to the cake as she stood.
“Finish that cake and I’ll help you up and get you into bed. We’ll talk over your new role as my growing pig in the morning.” She started cleaning around him, lifting up parts of his fat to sweep trash and food from under him. Finally he finished the cake and stifled a burp, waiting for her to help him up.
First she made him lay back down on his belly, a low whine at the pressure on his gut coming out of him. She only smacked his ass and told him to deal with it, as she was ready to go back to sleep. She helped roll him back towards the counters, her hands sinking into his fat side as he finally got enough momentum to roll over to the counter.
From there it was a process of helping move his belly clear of his knees so he could bring one up and then supporting him and he finally stood, his entire body shaking from the effort. She was muttering names under her breath as she helped support him to the bedroom, his fat arm drooping over her shoulders and her body pulled into his side as they moved sideways down the hall. Once he was past the tighter door jam, he collapsed in bed and laid on his back, his breathing heavy.
“Goodnight, piggy. Sleep well.” She said, her cruel persona gone and his girlfriend back in control. He grasped her hand as she rested it on his belly to give him a kiss.
“Thank … you. I hope … you liked it, too.” He said, his voice strained under the weight of his full belly pushing on his lungs.
“I did, very much so. I’m just sorry I held out so long.”
“Me … too.” He said, finally succumbing to sleep, his belly gurgling softly, disgusting his midnight meal. She smiled and brushed some crumbs off his chins and headed back to the kitchen to finish cleaning up.
As much as she hoped this wouldn’t be a nightly occurrence, she made sure to put an order for a heavy duty stool in so next time he wouldn’t be stuck on the floor.
