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"Day 44" - Another chapter in the gainer series
🕑 Added 2022-09-04 18:45:52 +0000 UTCDay 44
by Lardfill, September 4, 2022
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This is another chapter in the "Day One" series.
Warning: Contains bondage, domination/submission, force feeding, drug use.
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Day 44
It had been days...
I couldn't tell how many days that I had been kept under the giant funnel, but it had become a worse torture than the month of immobility in Cook's basement. The only thing that got me through the constant overload of calories was seeing what it was doing to my body. I was growing fast that I almost couldn't believe it - it was like a heaping handful of pure fat was being slopped onto my body every hour and staying there. I was thrilled at the sight of my body giving way to all the blubber that was fighting for room under my skin.
The buffet owners had realized how much money they could make by closing the buffet to have a days-long private event for a select group of customers, all feeding a single buffet to one man over and over like some kind of interactive freak show. I had struggled to get out of the chair at one point when I thought I was going to die from the endless pressure of being funnel fed, but the customers wearing belts all gladly used them to strap me into the chair. All of them were wearing belts with extra holes at the base near the buckle - these men were experienced with using their belts to make a tight strap to pin someone down. I was surrounded by a crowd of these men for days - and they hadn't been surprised by a single moment of the depravity.
They had taken away my wheelchair and replaced it with a chair with a hole in the bottom. A tarp and a bucket had been set up under the funnel and chair, with me stuck in between them. I had literally become part of the funnel - the fleshy end of it. The four foot wide brim was the top and my exhausted asshole was now the bottom of the funnel, forcing gallons of liquefied slop down through my body, so it sucked out all the nutrients, sugars and fats and stored them away in my body permanently before sending the remainder out into the bucket that I kept filling below me. Some of the men liked to watch me lose control, while others would step outside for a few minutes while my body expelled the enormous volume of waste that so much food produced.
The men were relentless. They held a breakfast buffet, then stopped for two hours to reset for a lunch buffet but I remained there, strapped to the chair with the funnel down my throat as the remainder of the disgusting mess drained into me. The lunch buffet started, some new men arrived but many men showed up to every one of the private functions, not wanting to miss a minute. Each buffet lasted for four hours and then ended, giving me a two hour window to sleep so I didn't have to experience the constant fullness anymore. I'd be woken up by a crowd of men all looking at me like they were going to tear into me like a pack of starving wolves.
I oinked every time I woke up to see their faces. I knew they loved it and I knew it would set off a sea of grins and smiles on their nearly-drooling ravenous faces. They were so hungry to see me grow fatter that they didn't care that I was already too full. The last of the liquefied breakfast buffet was emptying into me, my digestive system working overtime for days as the flood of calories started up again. The lunch slop would slowly push through me, followed immediately by dinner and two late night buffets. I was too exhausted and immobilized with the men's belts that I decided my only way to survive was to find the pleasure in the torture. I wanted this, and if my fantasies were to actually be real, I had to accept the harsh truths of what those fantasies meant.
Cook wanted me to be an absolute hog - no humanity left at all - and so did these men. All of them were gladly ignoring that I was a human being but that's what I had agreed to. I was livestock - pork, to be exact. I was a rapidly expanding pile of hog lard that these hungry wolves were reveling over. I would become too fat to function and they would keep dumping food into me. They didn't want all that people food... that was something that a pig would eat. They would much rather have a massive tub of juicy helpless pig to feast on. Something they could tenderize and keep calm and happy so it would be sweet and tender as it expanded and produced exceptional amounts of lard. They wanted to have the biggest possible stockpile of hog meat that they could make, and I had simply walked into their trap without a second thought. I oinked again as a man with a raging erection in his pants poured a pitcher into the funnel.
My dick was throbbing, but I could feel that there was a soft heavy weight pushing down on it and wrapping around it. I groaned, trying to move my hips against the overwhelming weight and pressure of the slop-filled stomach in my soft doughy sack of a belly that covered my lap. A huge bulky bodybuilder wearing just a jockstrap strutted through the dwindling remains of the lunch buffet with a tray filled with all the grease and leftover food from all the nearly empty bins at the lunch buffet. It was a sickly sight watching him proudly tip up all the trays and use a spatula to clean out all the grease and drippings. A man who looked like him would never eat such garbage, but he was getting great pleasure in making sure I was clogged with it.
I watched the oversized beefcake give the serving tray full of greasy sludge to the chef, who blended it up with gravy and then poured it back to him. The perfectly sculpted muscle god walked up with a vicious look on his face. I couldn't help but feel absolutely helpless. He could kill me in an instant. I could see that he had a small nub of an erection in his jockstrap, probably shrunken from years of steroid use. He pulled down his jock strap and exposed a three inch long erection that looked tiny compared to his massive brutal size. I oinked and the man nearly instantly shot out a pathetic dribble of cum that he caught in the serving tray of blended food slop. No one else seemed to notice, they only saw what looked like some flexing - or they didn't care.
"Eat up, pig. This is what you deserve. Fucking disgusting piece of shit - you'll never be the fucking god that I am, you worthless hog. Nothing but a sack of gravy. Fucking sausage and lard is all you are. Fucking pig. You fat fuckers - you are what you eat, and you - you disgusting piggy, are fucking garbage. You're just a fucking pile of pig fat swimming in grease. Enjoy the rest of your fucking life, hog."
The muscular man was glowing red and sweating with rage as he spoke to me with gritted teeth and wild bloodshot eyes. He reached down and grabbed my underbelly fat roll, with my tiny buried erection inside, and gave it an aggressive squeeze. The load of cum that had been building for days burst out from my dick as he gripped my fat pad, causing it to bubble out like a fountain of slime, pouring to the floor in a thick river. The other men who hadn't noticed the bodybuilder cumming just seconds earlier were now noticing my hefty load of semen and making comments. The bodybuilder's eye twitched as the others started chattering and approaching for a closer look.
"Holy shit, look at all that cum!"
"He's just pouring out on the floor!"
"That's the biggest load I've ever seen..."
"Looks like he likes you, Ben. Look at all that!"
The bodybuilder, Ben, stepped back and yelled over to Cook, "You want to sell this fat fuck to me? I want to see this disgusting pig fry, I really fucking do. He deserves some alone time with me. I could teach him a real good lesson in being a submissive lard hog. I thought you guys said you weren't going to let him cum until the funnel's empty?! This hog doesn't know his fucking place - and you all know I'm the best one to teach him that. Give me a month with him and I'll show you what a real pig is. He needs to learn!"
The man in leather approached and tapped on the arm of the roid-raging hulk of a man and quietly led him away, defusing the situation immediately. The huge beast of a man shut down entirely, obediently following the man in leather outside and away from the others for a talk.
I was left to overhear a few whispers that bounced around the remaining people in the room.
"He needs to be on a leash."
"I can't imagine what they get up to at the Barn... "
"Could you imagine what they could do to this one? Remember Jeff? They destroyed him in like six months."
"That was so shocking. Oh my god, that was amazing.... how much did he weigh?"
"Hey Cook! What do you think? You want to give them this pig for a month?"
Cook laughed and shook his head.
"You all know that if I gave my piglet to those two, I'd never see it again, right?" Cook said with a raised eyebrow. "There's nothing I can do. This pig doesn't technically exist, so if they take him, he's gone and there's nothing I can do about it... and you know what they do at the Barn, right? It isn't just feeding, it's the WHOLE experience. I want my piglet to be mine and not end up in some nightmare situation without any love and care. He's mine, so my answer is no - he's not going to the barn with them."
"That's a shame," the man in leather said, entering the buffet again. "A pig with such talents deserves what I can offer. The true pig experience... not this 'theater' of piggery. It's cute, but I don't like cute. I like reality. Poor piggy won't know what it's truly like to be a pig."
"Come on, Cook... just a week!" a man called out.
"I'll never see him again," Cook said bluntly.
"He's just a pig," the man in leather replied. "He certainly likes the depravity of it all, Cook. You must see that."
"He's mine. End of story," Cook snapped. "You know what? I think it's nearing time I start heading back home with my property."
"You don't own him. He doesn't exist, remember. He's just a pig. Anyone could take him - remember that, Cook," the man in leather warned.
The men in the room just looked down at the floor and no one stood up for Cook. He was part of something much bigger than him - I was just his livestock and he had brought me into the middle of a dangerous situation. I was surrounded and he was out of his depths.
"Alright everybody, that's it for the lunch buffet. The food's gone and the pig needs time to rest," the buffet's chef called out to a disappointed audience. "Please, gentlemen, thank you for coming - we have to reset for the dinner buffet, thank you!"
As soon as the buffet was empty and the chef was alone with Cook and I, he grabbed Cook by the shoulders and looked him dead in the eyes.
"You need to get him out of the city and out of the region immediately," the chef said sternly. "You know them - they won't stop until they get what they want... and they've taken a shine to him. They see how willing he is. They only want pigs like that - you know that... you must have known that this was going to happen by bringing him here with you."
"I didn't plan on meeting him or that he'd be so willing... it's all happened so fast," Cook admitted. "I just wanted him to experience his last moments out in public in the capital of gluttony... I never planned this."
"You need to leave, before they try anything stupid," the chef said before looking at me with the funnel half-way finished draining into me. "Once that's finished draining, we'll unhook him and you take him back home. Don't even stop at your hotel, they'll be following you."
"Aren't you being a little paranoid?" Cook asked.
"Are you kidding? You brought this piglet here - not fully trained, still easy to move around, and with this kind of talent with stomach capacity and you expected them not to snatch him away from you? These guys mean business - they're monsters and you brought them easy prey like it was a gift. I agreed to having you hear at the buffet -but as soon as you started talking with those guys and inviting them here with their feeding equipment, I just assumed you were getting ready to hand him over to them as a gift," the chef said, trying to make Cook realize how serious the situation was.
"He's mine. Meeting him was so organic - it was like fate, you know? I can't give him up to them," Cook confessed, stroking my cheek lovingly.
"Then you need to get him out of here. I don't think we can move him before the funnel is finished emptying. You go to the hotel now, get your stuff and get back here as soon as you can. I'll keep watch over him and hopefully the funnel will be empty enough to get him out of there," the chef said.
Cook hugged him and then leaned down under the funnel and kissed me on the cheek before hurrying out of the building. It was only seconds later when the chef turned around and opened up the kitchen door. The man in leather and the giant over-muscled brute wandered in and took a good look at me. I whimpered and a piggish snort came out. I was scared but too full and weak to do anything about it. Another oink came from my nose.
"Thank you, Chef. I'll repay you when the time comes," the man in leather said calmly. "Ben, clamp the funnel off so we can get this piglet to a proper home."
The giant beefcake pulled a small hidden lever on the bottom of the funnel's cone and the flow shut off. The man in leather unscrewed the tube end of the funnel and disconnected it. They pulled me out from underneath the funnel, still strapped to the special chair.
"Done and done," the man in leather said with a grin. "Alright, now I'm going to make this is painless as I can."
"Make it look like I put up a fight, but don't do anything that's going to cripple me," the chef said with a shrug. "He has to believe I did everything I could to stop you from taking his pig."
The bodybuilder approached the chef and took a hard swing at his face. The chef just stood with his eyes clenched shut and fists tight but didn't even try to avoid the punch. He was hit to the floor and the beefcake grabbed him up, lifted him and then threw him across the room several times. The chef was coughing in pain on the floor but looked up at them, nodded, and gave them a thumbs up.
"Alright Ben, get my funnel down," the man said.
The bulky muscleman got a step ladder out and unhooked the chains from the ceiling supports, one by one. The off-balanced, half-full funnel tipped to the side as the supports were freed, sending over twenty gallons of the blended food slurry to the ground in a loud wet splash. The chef was flooded with a soup of his own making as he caught his breath on the floor. Ben gently took the funnel down and then kicked the waste bucket over just to be an asshole.
I oinked out in panic as the two men dragged me out of the restaurant kitchen and out the backdoor into the the alley where a white cargo van was waiting. I was lifted up and laid down in the back. I cried out as soon as the man in leather pulled the remaining flexible feeding tube out of my throat.
"F-fuck! S'no go! FUCK! FUCK ME!" I tried to scream out for help but the words were all a mess in my head thanks to Cook's brainwashing.
No one heard me yelling as they slammed the van doors and drove off. I wasn't safe. There was no way to escape but maybe Cook knew where they were taking me? Maybe he would come get me? Maybe it would only be a week or a month? I was Cook's pig - they couldn't just steal me, could they? I was in a cold sweat from the thoughts that were beginning to creep into my mind.
"Piggy... horny," I sputtered out, trying to find the words, "I'm scared."
"Piggy's going to need to double it's weight before it gets a chance to cum," Ben said with a deep growl. "We're going to turn that little pig cock into a deep hungry hole that's only going to be good for breeding you... you fat sow. We're going to make you so fucking horny and cock hungry that you'll let us do anything to you - you'll live for my cock, pig."
"Cook's treatment was easy," the man in leather said without taking his eyes off the road. "We do things that are a bit more... extreme. Things that you'll never be able to come back from, ever."
"You never leave the Barn, pig... Never," Ben added, reaching back and grabbing my soft tit and squeezing the nipple like he was milking it. "I never let a pig go."
I wanted to see Cook - I needed him, but as I sloshed around in the back of the van, I found myself erect as I looked at the 350lbs of muscle in the passenger seat who was glaring back at me. He had cut me down to size and made me feel like a true pig in the buffet. His raging desire to see me transformed into a completely submissive mindless pig had made me cum from barely touching me... I knew I shouldn't be excited to be under the control of these men, but I couldn't help myself. I really was a pig.
Ben grabbed a small bottle and opened it under my nose. I inhaled and began to let out a dopey laugh filled with snorts as I felt my muscles melt and my mind go blank. I stared blankly at Ben's oversized muscles and began to drool like I was staring at a pile of greasy cheeseburgers. He made me hungry just looking at him.
"More... more..." I moaned as the fullness in my belly faded away.
"This pig needs the full treatment when we get back to the Barn. A complete mind wipe and reset. He still thinks he's a person," Ben said, clearly angered by my ability to speak.
"More..." I repeated, the only word I still knew how to correctly remember.
Ben reached back and held the popper bottle under my nostrils until I was unable to form words or remember what was going on. I felt every thought and worry drift away. I couldn't remember Cook's face or where we had just been. I just kept staring at the over-bulked beefcake, feeling a raging hunger to fill the emptiness I felt inside. I was ravenous and he looked so delicious.
"Moooore..." I exhaled slowly in a whisper as I passed out.
I was doomed.
