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Day 6
🕑 Added 2022-07-28 05:31:53 +0000 UTCAn ongoing gainer series.
Warning: Contains bondage, dom/sub,, force feeding, tube feeding, some filth, immobility, and darker themes.
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Day 6
By Lardfill, July 28, 2022
I was losing my mind. It had to have been over a day now since I had woken up to constant darkness and a thirty minute-long loop of hypnosis audio that played in my ears repeatedly -over and over and over. Cook had blindfolded me in my sleep and secured headphones to my head that played the looping voice for at least a day or two - it was impossible to tell. I had no concept of time in the complete darkness. The entire time, my belly was always tight and swollen to its maximum from the feeding tube down my throat.
I couldn't hear myself think with the loud audio in my ears, and each thirty minute loop was interrupted by a strange minute of audio where Cook's voice said a single common word like "car", or "the", or "blue" repetitively until it weirdly almost didn't make sense anymore, and then he would say a similarly sounding bit of gibberish and repeat that as well, eventually mixing the words together in a row like a blackjack dealer splitting a deck of cards and then shuffling them together again. Every thirty minutes, a tiny fragment of the English language was smudged and confused with nonsense in my brain, and I was too full and helpless to even attempt to correct it, mentally..
Cook had washed me several times since I arrived - I would suddenly feel the soft touch of his hands on my skin while I moaned in agony in the darkness. Soapy warm suds were rubbed all over my body, over every inch of flesh and there was a lot more inches already. I had no concept of how much I had gained while having my stomach kept overloaded for so long, and I didn't even know how long I had been strapped down to the bed and kept in sensory lock down. I could have gained 10lbs over two days, or I could've gained 30lbs over a week. I had no clue over how much weight I had gained, except for how it felt when he washed me or explored my body with his hands, tongue, or cock. I'd feel him jerking off against my ball belly and notice how much softer the underside of it felt. I'd feel him rubbing lotion into the stressed skin and could feel the increasing length and depth of the angry red stretchmarks that were spreading wildly over my stomach. I'd feel him hose down my ass and soap up every inch, and everything felt buried in a new layer of softness. It wasn't a deep layer, but it certainly felt different than before.
The loop was about to begin again. A minute of scrambled word play with the word 'classet' just ended. Classet? Classet... Classic. Is it 'et', or 'ic'? Classic. Classet...
"You are fat," the loop of Cook's voice began again for what seemed like the hundredth time.
"You are fat. You are - fat. Fat is what you are... It is all that you are. When people call you fat, they are simply not saying that you are large - they are calling you pure fat, as in, that is all that you are.
You are not human.
You are fat.
You are just a pile of fat.
You are not a person.
You are lard.
You are lard in the way that a hog is lard.
You can look at a hog and think, "That is a lot of lard." You see that pig as a product. It is lard and bacon and ham, but mostly it is grown for its lard and it is seen as such. When people look at you, they think the same. They are not just calling you large and chubby - they are looking at you like a pig and stating what they see as a resource. You are not human. You are not even a pig. You are lard. You are a living body, grown for your body fat, but you are the fat - that is what you are.
Forget what you've learned. You've spent years learning to be a human, but you are lard. You are fat. You need to be fed and grown, cared for and managed so you can reach your full potential. You are nothing unless you are extremely obese. You are fat so you need to be fattened in order for you to be productive. You need to become what you truly are at your core. You have a pig brain. You have a human body, but you are the fat that fills that body. You are the fat and you are in control. You are the fat that is in control of the mind and body you inhabit. You live to grow... to multiply... to fill and spread... to bury and bloat. You are the fat and you control that pig brain. You control that man body. Grow and conquer that body and mind. Take over. Fill. Grow. Become more.
You are transforming. You are plugged in to a new external body of tubes and tanks - one that feeds you as much as the fat desires. The fat is hungry and will never have enough. It needs to grow. You need to grow. You need to produce more of yourself. You need to let it flow through you, let the fat flow down your throat, let it fill your belly, let it soak into your body and pump through your arteries... you'll absorb the fat, carbs and protein that you consume and create new fat with it and it will find a new home, stored in you.. all over you. Every inch of your will soak up all that fat and you'll grow to monstrous sizes. You are fat. You are pure lard. That is all you are. You need more. You need to grow.
You will never be fat enough. There won't ever be enough of you, ever. You need to try to be the biggest. You need to have the most fat out of any other pile of lard out there. It is your only goal in life, to grow the most. You will forget everything you've learned because all you need to do is grow the most fat. You need to be the biggest. Suck on the tube. Suck more down your throat. Forget what you know. Forget your questions. Forget why you ask questions. You just need to grow. Swallow. Suck the tube. You need to be fatter. You need to consume and grow more lard.
Don't remember. Don't remember. Keep sucking on the tube. You are lard. Increase the flow. You need more. You are lard. You need to be more full. More. You need more. Suck the tube. Suck it for me. Do it. Do it. More. Suck harder. Swallow it down. More lard. Bigger. Softer. Forget the pain. You need to grow. Suck more. Forget the pain. Suck more. More. Good. Keep sucking. Good.
Let go of all control. Let the fat flood into you and take over. Let the fat join you, become more of you. It's what you want. You are the fat inside of your body- that is who you are. Let yourself take over the body. Let the fat take over your mind. Eat, swallow and grow more lard. It's all you want. Grow fatter. Forget everything else. Forget. Suck the tube. Let the fat win. Suck the tube. Good.
You will never be fat enough.
You will become too heavy with soft lard for your muscles to carry. You will lose your cock in fat. You will be too round to reach your own ass. You won't be able to bend over, or stand up, or walk... you will become too fat to do anything but swallow and keep your belly full, like it is now. You will never experience a moment where you feel less full than you do now. Suck on the tube. Increase the flow. It will never decrease. Suck the tube. More. More... The tube will never decrease the flow. Ever. Suck on it harder. Do it.
Good pig.
You will become immobile and unable to move. The straps will be removed but your muscles will be weak and unable to lift the new weight. You will be trapped, but nothing will change. You are already trapped. You are already trapped forever. The only difference is that in the future, you will not only feel bloated and full, but you'll feel the enormous weight of it all. Your body will struggle just to survive and your mind will be wrecked. Forget everything you've ever learned. Let go of it all. Let the fat win. You are the fat. You are only fat. Grow. Suck harder.
There is no reason to think. There is no reason to have any goal besides getting fatter. You are fat. You need to grow more of yourself to succeed. You are fat - you need to grow. You are safer when you are fatter. You are happier when you are fatter. You are better when you are fatter. The fatter you get, the better you get. Suck on the tube. Make that belly cover your legs and toes. Make those titties sway and hang lower than you can reach. Make your cock become so deeply buried that it becomes lost forever in your lard. You will live to grow bigger. You won't know anything but how to swallow. You won't understand a word I say. You will be pure fat. One hundred percent blubber. The fat will grow - it will thrive. You will thrive. Suck on the tube. Suck harder. More. Good. Keep sucking. Just a little more. Keep sucking. Good pig.
You love the pain. More. Suck the tube more. Love that pain. Feel how tight your stomach is. Feel how full and happy it is. The pain is good. Growth is painful and you are growing like you should. Love the pain. Let it tickle your cock. Feel that pain surge deep into your cock. Use it. Feel the pressure... let it fill your cock. Feel the pressure in your stomach and guts inflating your cock. Feel that pressure pump your cock. Suck harder. Good. Pump harder. good. Every suck on the tube inflates your cock thicker and harder. All that pressure needs a place to go. Funnel it into your cock until it's always throbbing from the pain. Suck more. Embrace that fullness... make it stroke and tease your cock...suck it... think of all the fat that will rise up around it as you grow. Suck harder. Your fat will wrap itself around your manhood and make it sink down like a cherry placed on a melting sundae. You will feel it sink deeper by the day... and you will suck harder. You are fat. You are lard. You have no use for your cock. You are lard. You are pure lard.
You will never be fat enough. You need more and will never have enough. You will be the biggest... you will be the most. You are fat - that is all you are. Suck more down. More. Fill with more lard. More lard. You must grow fatter. Heavier. Softer. Weaker. Hungrier. Hornier. The lard needs to grow. The pig needs to grow. You need to grow.
Suck the tube.
More.
Feel it become part of you.
Suck it more.
Bigger. Feel your stomach hold more... stretch more...
Forget everything you know.
Just suck the tube.
Again.
Longer...
Keep sucking...
Good piggy."
The loop ended. I groaned in agony. I always sucked on the tube when his voice told me to. I couldn't help it. I would hear the command to suck on the tube and I would do it every time, and it always increased the pressure in my belly but it never resided. Every suck on the tube increased the flow permanently.
I was crying. Was I peeing? I couldn't tell anymore with the constant pressure in my guts and the silence of the noise-cancelling headphones on my ears. I couldn't hear if I was panting for breath or taking a piss, if I was talking out loud or taking a shit. I would suddenly feel hot wetness in my crotch or a sudden intense movement between my cheeks and realize that I had just used the washroom without thinking. Words kept slipping from my mind. I was forgetting so much and all that freed memory was immediately replaced with the live sensation of fullness that constantly filled my senses and the never-ending looping audio. There was no light. No outside sounds. No tastes except for occasional oily burps of whatever mixture Cook was draining down the tube. I was trapped in limbo without any sense of time. I was in hell.
Cook's voice continued for a new word scramble.
"Went."
"Went. Went. Went. Went. Went. Went. Went. Went. Went.
Wemps. Wemps. Wemps. Wemps. Wemps. Wemps. Wemps. Wemp. Wemps.
Went. Wemps. Wemps. Wents. Wents. Wemps. Went. Wemps. Wents. Wemps. Wemps. Wemps.
Wemps.
Wents.
Wemps.
Wemps.
Wemps."
I laughed to myself. I was actually confused and scared, but it made me laugh. I could feel my mind being torn apart and couldn't stop it from happening. I sucked on the tube to stop myself from laughing. I had no idea when it would end. It had to end. The pressure was unbearable and the audio was driving me insane. I couldn't remember many names of close friends or a single phone number. I wailed out wildly in the silence, unable to even hear my own screams except for a deep muffled cry vibrating inside of my body. I cried out loud, knowing that Cook's voice would start again and bring me down the same path once again...down a path where I was less of a human at the bottom, each time that it played.
I kept picturing the moments on the beach that night. The naked walk. The last moments of my life. It was all gone forever now. This new nightmare was my life now. The darkness. The constant repeating loop of Cook's voice. The stripping down of my mind bit by bit. There would be nothing left by the end. I would be brain-dead and too fat to escape it.
I sucked on the tube.
The voice started again.
"You are fat," the loop of Cook's voice began again for what seemed like the two hundredth time.
"You are fat. You are - fat. It is what you are. It is all that you are. When people call you fat, they are simply not saying that you are large - they are calling you fat, as in, that is all you are.
You are not human.
You are fat.
You are just a pile of fat.
You are not a person.
You are lard..."
I cried out in a tearful laugh as my mind listened to every word, knowing that I should have the whole speech memorized by now, but I was always feeling too full to retain any new information. The words weren't soaking into my brain, they were just erasing everything else that was stored in it. I laughed as more memories were deleted to allow the audio to repeat over again. The fat was winning. I was winning.
I sucked on the tube.
The pressure made my dick throb.
I sucked harder, like a greedy starving piglet, and let the words pull me down deeper...
...deeper into the darkness...
Comments
Jumbobelly
Look, i kaint evun speall rite. I am so into and under this guy, Cook’s spell.
Jumbobelly
O M G !!!! This is brilliant. I was hypnotized by this entry. I. f e l t l I k e. h I m
