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Gainer Story Archive - "Hog Machine", 2014
🕑 Added 2020-09-02 21:01:42 +0000 UTCHog Machine
By: Lardfill, 2014
The special livestock transport truck had slid off the road early in the morning, and the rural farmland was filled with escaped enormously fat hogs. Darren watched as the large crews of men ran around the countryside, rounding up the hogs and bringing them to a new truck waiting outside of his little farm house. The crash had happened before sunrise and Darren had been up late, masturbating for hours with his naked flabby body making his chair squeak as he struggled to reach his small dick with a fist of lotion. He was watching videos of people eating and looking through endless photos of obese people, imagining himself that fat. The images of immobile men were still on the screen, and Darren was munching on one of four bacon sandwiches he had made for breakfast when a loud knock rapped on the door.
Darren was naked still, and his clothes weren’t even in the room. His mouth was crammed full of bacon and bread, with bacon fat making it a gooey mess he couldn’t swallow yet. He loved to cook a pound of bacon and let it cool and congeal a bit in the pan, drowning in the fat, so when he took them out of the pan he was left with crispy bacon coated in a soft, melting sauce of pure fat. He had cooked with an erection buried deep in his underbelly, watching the men round up the pigs that would soon be turned into bacon and sliding down his throat, fattening him up even more. He had oinked to himself and laughed while scooping up the bacon strips and pushing them in his mouth.
The door burst open, leaving Darren standing naked in the middle of his living room. His belly hid his privates, but he felt completely exposed and he mumbled something with his mouth crammed with food that was drooling down the corners of his mouth.
“We got one in here!!” a man in a grey ‘Hog Heaven’ company jumpsuit.
Three men rushed in, and before Darren could swallow, they had his arms and legs zip tied and a muzzle strapped on his face. The men were well-built and strong, and despite Darren’s weight, they had him rushed out to the truck within seconds. He struggled, but his years of inactivity had left his muscles weak and useless against their combined strength.
At the truck, they loaded him in with the hogs, and to his shock, another human like himself. It was a young man he had only seen a few times before as he slowly drove by in his truck occasionally. The young man was obese like him, much shorter than him and round like a blubbery ball. Darren had known by the fleeting glimpses that he had been fat, but he never imagined him being so obese, like himself. The company men pushed him back into a small caged pen that gave him a small seat to lean back on.
“Five hundred, twelve pounds!” one of the men called out, looking at the small digit screen at the back of the stall.
Darren struggled to speak, but the mouth gag made it impossible. He looked at the other obese man and they both shared a look of pure fear. They both screamed muffled cries and struggled uselessly against their constraints as the men left and shut the truck doors, leaving them screaming with the oinking hogs.
The truck drove for hours and the men stopped struggling. The round butterball had a cute face and Darren was erect, looking at his flabby body jiggle and bounce with the speeding truck. The butterball looked back at him and looked down at Darren’s legs to see several drips of white slimy cum spatter down to the floor. The man looked at Darren in disgust and terror. He yelled something with his muzzle blocking everything, but Darren didn’t care - for some reason, this entire scenario was making him incredibly horny, and it was the first time he ever orgasmed without having to touch his little cock. He was hard again, and continued staring at the round butterball’s restrained blubber, still tasting the bacon fat in his mouth.
The truck stopped and the men began unloading the hogs and finally got to the two men in the back. One of the jump-suited men paused and looked at Darren with a big grin with missing teeth. He leaned in close and dug his rough fingers into Darren’s extremely soft underbelly. Darren groaned as the redneck worker, covered in tattoos with a buzzed head, weighing barely 120lbs, at most, took his fingers and pushed them into the soft fat hole where the wet slime was coming from.
“This is a special hog,” the man said, flicking his fingers against the erect penis that was so buried that there was no longer a shaft left. “Look at this, guys.”
With that, the other crew members, all men that Darren would never dare mess with, crowded in and started laughing and pointing at the cum on the floor. The tattooed one jerked at Darren’s dick, using the remaining cum as lube, and had Darren moaning and shooting cum again within ten seconds. He looked at the man right in the eyes while it happened and the man looked excited and wild eyed in return.
“The boss is going to be very happy with this one,” the man said, standing up and flicking the cum from his hand.
They turned around and looked at the other butterball. He was terrified and struggling like an animal.
“This one goes with the other hogs,” they said casually and led him away, his muffled screams ignored.
The tattooed led Darren out, sliding a wet finger deep in his giant ass.
“Yeah, piggy. You like being a huge growing piggy, don’t you?” the man said, talking down to Darren like he was talking to an animal. “I bet you’ll fatten up so well. I saw what you were eating in that house - pig meat and there was so much fat in it! That’s so good, piggy. You’ll love what’s coming to you, piggy.”
The man was fingering Darren’s asshole and hooking his finger so he wouldn’t slip out as they slowly walked through a loading bay door and past the pens of hogs that were screaming and oinking. The butterball was on his arms and knees, struggling to get into a standing position, but the other huge hogs that were equal in size and weight were making it impossible. Darren was erect again, looking at the fat blob rolling around with the pigs.
He was led into a shower and scrubbed down, and before he knew what was happening, his short hair was washing away with the soapy suds. The men used brushes and a special soap and cleaned every inch of him. As he was led out of the room, he caught a glimpse in the mirror and saw a hairless, fat face staring back at him. All his body hair was gone, too. He didn’t even recognize himself and was incredibly turned on by it.
“In here, pig,” the man said, leading Darren into a room with surgical equipment.
The gag was removed with Darren’s mouth and he immediately spoke up.
“What is this?” Darren asked, and was promptly answered with an injection in the arm.
The world went black and Darren was laid on the table.
He woke up feeling like he had been asleep for a week, which was pretty accurate. He was strapped down on a suspended tarp in a small room with nothing in it. He waited in silence, scared to talk but his belly was growling like he hadn’t eaten in a week - which didn’t seem to be the case, as Darren felt like his view of himself showed off a bit more flab than he remembered. He looked down and felt like his nose was obstructing his view more. He finally decided to say “Hello?” and what came out of his throat resembled a squeal.
He tried to speak again and a weird squeal came out. In shock he gasped, and a loud snort echoed in the room. The tattooed worker came in through a door and locked the door behind him. He was looking wicked and wild again - like a predator about to attack an easy prey. His jumpsuit clearly showed off the imprint of a large, swollen cock pressing against the fabric. He walked behind Darren and brought a large contraption into view, filled with tubes and what looked like a modest sized dildo with tubes running through it. Darren grunted and oinked, trying to ask the man to fuck him.
“My job is to get you hooked up to our machine so you can fatten up more than any other pig in here,” he explained with a serious, but nonchalant way that made Darren think that he’s been through these steps many times before for his job. “It might be a little uncomfortable at first, piggy, but you’ll get used to it. It’s so good you love pork fat, piggy. Nothing fattens a hog faster than lard.”
The man began feeding Darren a thick tube down his throat, expertly inserting it into his stomach and testing the tube with his breath to make sure he had it safely inserted. He then slid the rubber dildo down the tube and Darren felt it fill his mouth, locking his jaw open. It actually was quite comfortable, and Darren moaned positively in response. The man strapped the dildo to Darren’s face so it was locked firmly in place. An oxygen tube was inserted in Darren’s nose, and the tube looked too big to fit in his nostril, but it surprisingly fit very easily. The man then took out what looked like an enormously long condom with a big, flexible rubber hoop at the open end that filled the man’s palm.
“This may feel a little weird, but it’ll close the system you’re being hooked up to. All you have to do is lay there and let us do all the work, piggy. Just grow lard for us, that’s all you have to do,” the man said, licking along Darren’s chest and casually sucking on his large nipple.
The man squeezed the flexible hoop and pinched the long, thin plastic tube shut and then slid the hoop into Darren’s asshole, keeping it pinched until it was entirely inside of his hole. The man let go of the hoop and it shot open, causing Darren to flinch at the snap as the ring sealed over his asshole from the inside, creating a long sleeve to carry his waste away. A catheter tube was then inserted up into Darren’s tiny cock before the man hooked those tubes up to a drainage system. He stepped back with a big smile and nodded his head in approval.
“Oh, piggy. You have no idea how fat you’re going to get. It’s going to be incredible, all that soft lard,” the man said, licking his lips. “The boss will be taking things from here, you delicious porker. Think of me when you’re cumming from a full belly, piggy.”
The man licked Darren’s double chin with his thick, wet tongue, running up over his fat cheek and stopping at his temple, giving a tender kiss before pulling away and pinching a flabby nipple hard. He pulled it out to the point of pain and then let go, letting the fat tit flesh flop down in a jiggling pile.
“Fuckin’ pig.”
The man left the room and an electric whirring sound started almost immediately. The tube in his nose hissed oxygen, and the large tube down to his belly began to vibrate and sputter. He could smell bacon fat and his buried dick was begging for release, but he couldn’t move his body enough to get the friction in his flabby groin to complete himself. The lights went out. Darkness filled the room entirely. Darren could feel the tube was flooding with a thick liquid and within a second, he felt a weight hit his stomach like a brick. He belly gurgled and he felt like he had eaten a huge turkey dinner within seconds. The pressure built in his belly faster than anything he had ever experienced and he could feel his belly round out in the dark.
That was when time began to slip and days passed without any human contact except for the occasional man who would enter in the darkness, but it wasn’t the tattooed man. He sounded and smelled different. He wore cologne. He started messing with Darren’s mind, and Darren didn’t protest, he just laid there as months flew by and his constantly full belly kept adding dozens of pounds of pure lard on a weekly basis. He was losing his grip on reality as time passed with nothing but a feeling of extreme fullness and a man who experimented on him. Darren had even began to start forgetting that he was a human. He was beginning to think he was truly a pig after spending so much time alone, snorting and grunting, oinking and squealing and forgetting what the sound of his voice used to be. He was losing grip on humanity and he was loving it.
ONE YEAR LATER
He was so full. He couldn’t fit another drop in his belly but the fattening slop kept sliding down through the clear tube that hung down in front of his eyes. It was draining into him constantly, and the feeling of absolute fullness in his belly was just as constant. He was trapped, for an endless amount of time, he wasn’t sure how long it had been or how long it would continue but he knew he was trapped and there was nothing he could do about it.
Old belts made up the straps that were everywhere on his limbs, locking him in place on a suspended harness made from rubber. The contraption was hung on heavy metal chains from the thick beams on the ceiling. The room he was locked in was all cement - even the ceiling - and it was absolutely silent when he was allowed to listen, although most of the time he was kept listening to a looping recording of his captor’s voice, constantly insulting him for getting fatter. It would have been devastating if it weren’t for the fact that it turned him on. He always wanted to get fatter, and that shame in letting himself go was something that had always turned him on. Hearing a man who had complete control over him degrade him endlessly, calling him: An obese hogboy. A pig full of lard. A slob and a mess of a human. Too fat to fuck. Eating too much cake and fast food. A dumb gluttonous blob of blubber. A fat fuck-hole. The insults were said in such a resentful and angry tone, but after thousands of times of hearing the recording, he could make out the faint sound of the man jerking on his cock while he recorded himself saying it.
He wanted to cum, badly. He would do anything for the chance to, but he was never given any release. His ass was played with and fucked with rubber toys of varying shapes and sizes, but the man never did anything with his penis. He would poke his fingers into the growing flabby roll that had long swallowed up his dick, letting his fingertips stroke the tip of his tiny cock head, but he would never grab it. He handled it delicately, and the sensation would have his tiny dick oozing precum in a little stream, dripping out of the hole under the giant slab of fat. The man loved playing with this roll of pubic fat. It had started off not even on his body back years before they had scooped him out of his home, and now it was the size of a 400lb man’s belly.
He wasn’t sure how much he weighed now. The man knew, but never told him. He would say “You gained 5lbs yesterday,” or “Looks like the new mixture is working well - the new weight is really showing,” with a big grin. The man had complete control. There was no way out of the harness, or the room; he wasn’t even sure if he could even fit out the door. His fate was sealed, he knew it when he had these moments of clarity. Days would pass in a stupor, and then suddenly he’d wake up with a feeling like the fog was clearing in his mind. Those days when his mind wasn’t being altered by whatever was being drained into his stomach were the worst, in his opinion. He had come to love the endless, hazy existence. He didn’t care how fat he was growing, or think about his fate. He just laid there and let the looping recording make his tiny dick get hard as the slop steadily drained into his body.
He looked around, feeling the fat on his face limit his movement. He knew his double chin must he massive, as it took up a good portion of his view - the rest of the view of his body was blocked by his enormous sacks of fat that was once called a chest. The belts on his arms were down to one per arm now that his arm fat weighed enough to keep the arm pinned down. The belts were more of a sign of dominance, it seemed. Darren snorted and squealed a bit, trying to speak to himself despite the mouthpiece filling his greedy mouth.
The feeding tube was currently draining a light yellow paste that was tasteless, not that anything had flavor with the tube going all the way down into his stomach. The man would come in and gently take it out and replace it daily, and usually slip a blind fold over the growing fatty’s eyes before leaving him in complete silence. He was losing control of his bowels and bladder as he just laid there, suspended with no need to move to relieve himself. The man seemed pleased with this, and Darren knew it was because he was truly turning into a hog.
It was all to keep him hooked up in a closed system. A clean, self reliant system that could keep him fattening with constant attention - without the need for constant attention. It was in this complete darkness and silence that he would gain massive amounts of weight. He didn’t know it but this feeding time, hooked into the fat machine, he was being fed 85% lard. He was blindfolded so he wouldn’t see the enormous flow of nearly pure fat draining into him, and he was kept mildly drugged so the time would pass without much stress. The silence was so he wouldn’t know how long he was strapped in like that - but sometimes it would last a week without a single break in the solitary fattening. The man monitored everything, but he enjoyed the distance - it made his return even more enjoyable as there would be new spots of fat to explore. On a 950lb blob, those new spots were pure bliss to rub his penis on and fuck in the deeper rolls of soft, heavy lard.
The boy was a pig now. He was nearly lost completely in his existence of pure gluttony and forced sloth. There was no escape for him, except one, and he seemed to accept that. It was thrilling to feel that expanse of flesh jiggling and rippling with every movement, and sometimes the man would hand feed the pig enormous amounts of fast food while he did it. Buckets of fried chicken with 10 tubs of gravy, all poured down his throat at the end. The man jerked off into the last tub of gravy before he had brought it in for him to devour, and he did it often into the thick, fattening slop that he tube fed the pig all day and night. The man came so much every day, and it just got worse and worse as the boy fattened up bigger and bigger. He was becoming a monster because of it, experimenting on ways to fatten up the pig faster and “better”.
He never told the pig, but he definitely wasn’t the first “special” pig that he had owned. There had been several very special pigs before him. They all fattened up well, but the first had always been his favourite. The first was extremely special, and he couldn’t let go of him. He fattened up so massively, and so impressively that some would say that the man “went crazy” when that first pig got too fat for his body to handle it. The scale had read 1600lbs, and the pig was so fat that he couldn’t move an inch, even his face was buried so deep in fat that it was hard to reach his mouth or get a good look into his nearly pushed-shut eyes. He was beautiful and it would have been such a waste. He had decided to do something, and it was then that he stopped being human himself, and became a truly dangerous monster with a lard processing facility at his disposal to put his plans into fruition.
The next pig fattened up fast, but there were a lot of things to learn. The machine first came to be with this pig. The tube drained the fatty slop into him endlessly, and he grew tremendous amounts. Pig fat, sticks of lard, butter - all blended up with a pureed slop made up of fast food and massive amounts of starches like potato, rice, or corn. The formulas were perfected on that pig. He grew over 1000lbs, but nowhere near the weight of the first piggy.
The third pig was eager to begin with, but then became horrified when he was told what the slop was that was in the feeding tube. He had to be drugged severely and it made for some advances in the fat machine and the room. The experiments were done on this pig, since he was barely conscious for them anyways. He made it to 1200lbs, but it wasn’t as fun when the victim wasn’t turned on by it. The man decided it was best to keep the next pig completely in the dark when it came to the ingredients of his food, and the type of existence he would have.
Twenty special pigs later and he was now with the current pig. He was locked away in the secret labs below the rendering plant. It was the perfect spot to keep a pig growing, and the complete secrecy had let the man’s perversions run wild with this pig. He was growing so well, and the way his body grew was amazing - the softest fat he had ever felt with skin that felt like silk. Pushing his hand into the fat would at first offer no resistance, like touching warm butter. He accepted the feedings and loved the hand feeding that he would do daily when he would unhook him from the machine and spend some time with him.
Time with the pig was soothing and sexual for the man. He would bring in lots of fast food and fattening treats, along with his raging erection. While stuffing the pig’s mouth with food he would push his fingers into the fat mouth and run them over the pig’s big tongue. The pig would always moan and his eyes would roll back and close in the pleasure. This pig loved being stuffed just like his first piggy had and he loved how much the pig would eat, even when sweat was pouring down his face and it was obvious he had had enough, he always ate more.
It could have been the endless whispered promises that he would make him cum once he ate enough for him that drove the pig’s will to eat. The man should have felt guilty for never letting him orgasm, but there was something so devilishly fun about keeping this horny young hogboy constantly wanting something. He was going mad from it, and the man wanted this. He loved the stage where a captive pig would be so horny all the time, but trained to get pleasure from that full belly and the man’s cock. The sensory deprivation and the audio recording was key to warping their minds. This pig was responding incredibly well to the verbal abuse recordings, with a clear trail of precum slime oozing from the deep hole that held his tiny, buried erection. The man would never tell the pig that he was trained to be this way with medication made to give men erections, even though he was told that this pig probably wouldn’t need them.
On Halloween, when the pig was approaching 1300lbs, the man had a wicked idea. In a large blender, he began blending up fast food in liquid fat, creating a smooth base of fried potato, fatty beef, cheese, sauce, and lard to add more special ingredients to. He poured blender after blender full of slop into a large plastic tub and added something special from his illegal drug stash. Acid for Halloween. He wanted to give the piggy a scare. He bought a costume, ordered some special sex toys, and found some special effects makeup and special contact lenses. Tonight, while the kids trick or treated on the streets in costumes, the pig would also find a costumed man visiting him - but he will think it’s real. He had the strong urge to evoke some fear from the pig. He wanted to cum in the pig’s fat and see the fear on the pig’s face while he did it. With the special halucinagin food slop draining into the pig, the man got himself prepared for his night of fun.
The lights went out in the pig’s room, and in the darkness, the fat young man started to feel strange. His body felt like it was trapped in a waterbed. He felt the room moving. He had no idea where he was suddenly, like his memories were all erased. It was like he was caught in time. A sound started to fill the room. It was a voice, but it wasn’t in a language he knew. It almost sounded like rambling and chanting, with more voices, all very deep and slow, joining in with no real sense of rhythm. He felt lost, and threatened. He sucked on the rubber cock mouthpiece for some sense of comfort - it was the only thing he could do.
There was a flicker of light near him and he saw a glimpse of a horrific face - it had horns and red eyes with a mouth full of jagged teeth. The pig felt panic run through him. He was sure he saw the devil. He sucked on the mouthpiece and whined in fear when he felt the rubber cock get pulled from his mouth. There was the sensation of the throat tube rising out of his throat that he was used to now, but he didn’t want it taken out. He was scared what was going to happen in the darkness with that face looming over him.
Another flicker of light and the evil face was right next to his fat face. The pig screamed out, but it only came out as a gurgling snort as he had a mouthful of slop. He spit it out and felt it slide down his huge double chin before feeling a rough hand catch the fattening slop and rub it on his soft belly fat. The voices were becoming deeper and slower, creating a rumbling constant groaning that made his giant heart beat fast. Something was wrong, and he felt so strange… that face was in his mind, his imagination running wild.
He felt all the tubes of the machine getting pulled out of his body. That monster was doing it. He whimpered in fear. There was a deep chuckle in the darkness that the pig knew was right next to his ear. There was a sudden push against his suspended, flabby ass. Something like a fist was pushing up through his enormous ass cheeks, but it felt like the shape of a giant penis… something no man could ever have. The huge cock head pushed against the pig’s stretched asshole, but it was still much too big to fit - at least, that’s what he thought.
The pig felt hopelessly trapped as he felt the cock push harder and harder against his asshole. He felt his hole open more and more, but oddly, he only felt a numb pain. He wasn’t sure what was happening to him, as his tiny buried cock twitched to life in response to the massive cock that was about to impale him. He feared for his life but couldn’t help getting more turned on than ever.
“Open your hole, Piggy. Open it wide so I can cum in you and make you mine, Piggy,” a deep voice said in his ear.
The pig moaned as he felt the huge rubber cock push harder. He felt fingertips running over the vast expanse of his hanging, lower belly. Everything below the belly button was so sensual to the pig, and the touch was comforting. He felt the fingers drop below the belly curve, down to the deep fold of his underbelly and then over the next lardy roll of blubber that has swallowed up his tiny penis. His erection was buried so deep that when the fingers found their way to the hole it was trapped in, they had to push in nearly elbow-deep just to touch the tiny cock head.
The feeling was incredible. The pig let out a sigh as he felt the arm push in and out, rubbing his tiny erection and creating a loud suction sound that filled the air with sloppy, wet sputtering. The pig’s breathing sped up and his body began trying to fight against the enormous weight of his lard, and the hand pulled out from the deep flabby hole.
“You have to do something for me first, Piggy. Can you do one thing for me, Piggy?” the deep voice asked in his ear.
The pig oinked excitedly, tears streaming down his face in desperation.
“I want you to finish off a special treat, so you can become my new pig, okay?” the voice asked.
The pig shook his head.
A TV came on in the room in front of the pig and began playing a video with a timestamp on it that showed it was from 1996. It was of another young man, a huge blob that was even bigger than he was. His body was a massive mess of soft fleshy rolls. He was so fat that it was hard to tell what expanse of blubber belonged to what part of the blob’s body. The video just showed the massive blob laying there, unable to move. The video then cut to show a quick series of other young men, all massively obese and too fat to move an inch. The video ended with a clip of a piggish man, his face looked like a pig, with a wide upturned nose, pointed ears, no hair, and blubber all over.
“That’s you, piggy,” the voice chuckled as Darren reacted in shock.
THAT was him?!
A single candle lit in the corner of the room suddenly sent a dance of shadows and dim, warm light through the small room. The devil was standing there, looking at him with a big, terrifying smile. He was jerking off and staring at the pig like a wolf ready to fill his belly. He slowly walked over while stroking his cock and inserted a new feeding tube mouthpiece into the pig’s mouth, strapping it onto his flabby face. The mouthpiece was another dildo, but this one had a thick tube in the middle that didn’t run down his throat.
“All you have to do is suck, and it’ll start flowing, Piggy,” the devil said. “If you finish it all, I’ll make you cum, my fat little Piggy.”
He began sucking hard, releasing a warm, creamy flow of greasy slop. He wasn’t even sure what he was doing. He could feel it lubricating his mouth and throat, slipping down his gullet quickly before landing heavily in his stomach. He groaned in response, the flow of fat literally pouring into his body. The devil licked a dribble of it from his double chin and sucked on his chin fat playfully. The pig moaned and felt his erection stiffen.
“More, Piggy. Fill yourself up. I want to see you fatter than all the pigs I showed you. I want to see you fatter than any pig who’s ever lived,” the devil whispered.
The pig hadn’t thought about the massive cock that was still slowly inching its way into his asshole until the devil took a greasy finger and lubed up the edges of his stretching hole. The added grease eased the rest of the entrance of the wide rubber cock. The cock head shot in a few inches with an audible “thump!” The pig squealed in pain and pleasure and then froze as the shaft of the enormous rubber cock slid up inside of him at a steady rate before stopping at the end. The pig felt so painfully stuffed. The flow of slop was filling his belly to the limit, and the massive cock in his ass was filling him with a pressure he had never felt before. He sucked hard on the mouthpiece, needing the final drops of slop to drain into him, but it just kept coming. He needed to cum so badly, he was going wild from the desire. It needed to happen or else he would snap. If he didn’t cum after this, he would never recover.
“Yeah, Piggy. You know how to take my cock, don’t you? You know, that cock in your ass has a surprise. Do you know what it is?” the devil taunted.
The pig shook his head “no” as much as he could.
“That cock of mine, stretching out your fat ass, wants to cum in you. If you can make it cum, and finish all that fat for me, then I will make you cum too,” the devil said with another wicked smile.
The pig felt hopeless. There was no end to this. He was in Hell. He had to be.
“Come on, Piggy, work those ass muscles. I want to feel you work for it, Piggy. Make me cum,” the devil coaxed, laughing in delight when he saw the pig do just that. He could see the strained asshole twitch slightly and the huge dildo slide in and out a tiny amount. “Good Piggy. I bet that feels so good for you.”
The pig was sweating. The effort of fucking the cock in his ass, combined with the growing fullness in his belly was becoming overpowering. There was an intense pressure inside of him that kept building and building, and his tiny cock responded by hardening to a point where the pig was sure he would cum without touching his dick. Then the flow of slop stopped.
The pig nearly passed out as he laid there, motionless. He couldn’t power any of his muscles. He felt weak and drained of energy. His body felt ready to pop. He moaned, long and slow and the devil laughed and clapped his hands.
“Make my cock cum in your ass, Piggy. You’re not done,” the devil ordered. “Use your blubbery pig ass and make me cum, slave.”
The pig moaned and cried, using every last bit of energy he had to shift his hips as much as he could, and flex his asshole as much as it could. It was a pathetic effort. The devil began laughing hysterically, deep and mockingly.
“You can’t do it! You can’t do it! You’re too fat to fuck, I guess,” the devil teased, beginning to pull on the end of the dildo, sliding it out from the depths of the hogboy.
The pig yelled as much as he could with a mouth full of rubber cock and destroyed vocal cords. A piggish slobby snort omitted from his mouth that resembled “No!”
The pig grinded his asshole on the huge dildo and worked his body as much as he could to slide his fat ass all over the dildo. He was panting and red, sweating rivers of perspiration. He felt like he was about to pass out.
“Just a little more, I’m going to cum in you, Piggy. Get ready,” the devil whispered.
The devil yanked on the dildo, nearly removing the entire thing in one hard pull. The pig gasped and drooled with his mouth filled with the mouthpiece. The dildo was then rammed entirely back up inside the pig and a hot sensation flooded the pig’s bowels. It grew inside of him, a warm tingling sensation, flooding out from the tip of the giant rubber dildo. The devil hollered out in a wild, animalistic scream.
The dildo began draining gallons of warm, liquid fat into the pig’s intestines. He felt the pressure growing and growing as he inflated with fat. The devil sucked on the pig’s huge soft nipples, his jagged teeth leaving small scratches that felt incredibly sexual. The pig was squirming in fear before too long as the pressure began to feel unbearable.
He tried to scream but only managed to drool out from his mouth with a snort.
“Oh, Piggy… I don’t know. Maybe tomorrow we can do this again and see if you can do it better?” the devil said with a grin.
The pig’s desperate eyes pleaded with a mouth full of rubber cock and greasy, fatty slime.
“You don’t get a choice in the matter, Piggy,” the devil barked, walking up close to the pig’s swollen belly.
The devil shook his erection over the hole where the pig’s penis was buried. He slapped his hard cock on the soft, wet flab and caught his cock in the hole. With a deviant grin, the devil locked eyes with the pig and slid his cock into the slimed hole. His entire cock slid in the entire way and they both felt their penis heads touch. The pig’s was so small in comparison to the devil’s.
The pig laid back, the intense pressure in his guts sending waves of pain through his body, but the feeling of a hot cock sliding in and out of his cock hole far outweighed it. With every push, the big cock head would ram into his small, neglected penis, rubbing the head over and over. The pig gasped and moaned as the waves of pleasure filled his body. The devil grabbed the pig’s tits and squeezed them together, pushing all the soft blubber up into his pig face. He felt the strong hands push his huge tits up and his double chin was suddenly buried in a wave of flesh. He felt his tit fat push against his lips and cheeks. He could feel that the devil’s cock was pulsing, and he felt his own dick throbbing in response.
“I’m going to fatten you up so much that I’ll never be able to find your dick. After tonight, you’ll be too fat to make cum. How do you feel about that?” the devil asked in a heavy, panting rhythm.
The pig cried and sputtered fat slime around the rubber cock that filled his mouth.
“I’m going to cum, Piggy. I’m going to cum all over your little fucking dick, you pathetic pile of fat!” the devil yelled, clutching handfuls of fat and pushing in with one final pump.
The pig felt the devil’s body tense up and then a hot burst of cum splattered onto his tiny cock head. More cum spurted out, drowning the pig’s cock in semen. The devil bucked his hips, and shot more cum out in a loud, hollering orgasm. The pig bucked his hips as much as he could, and tried to breathe as much as he could, feeling like he was climbing endless stairs, instead of just trying to buck his hips a fraction of an inch. The devil was panting and laughing, pinching the pig’s nipples and swatting at his double chin so it would jiggle for him.
The pig panted, trying to push himself to cum.
“Do you need something, Piggy?” the devil asked, giggling and smiling. “Your dick is covered in cum, Piggy. I don’t think you have the right to ask for anything more.”
The pig tried to protest and oinked loudly in a short burst before sputtering again against the mouthpiece and his saliva.
“I’m too tired, Piggy. It takes so much to make you cum, Fatty. Look how much I had to do tonight to make you cum, and you insult me by not cumming at all!” the devil teased.
The pig felt his entire world crumbling down around him. He was devastated.
“Let’s get you hooked back into your machine, Piggy. Your owner wouldn’t like it if he saw what I did here tonight,” the devil said with a crazed look on his evil face. His red eyes glared while his mouth smiled a taunting grin.
As the pig cried and squirmed, trying desperately to cum, the devil hooked him back up to the machine. As he pushed the tube into his tiny penis to drain away any piss the pig would create, the man ran his tongue over the giant pubic roll of fat. He bit and nibbled at it, smelling the fat in the air. He had brought his favourite pig back, and he would have a horny, sex-craved glutton to keep him trapped inside of. He left the room and let the machine work for days before returning.
The man entered the room a few days later to find the pig wanting something so badly. The man simply turned up the amount of feed that was drained into the pig, figuring he was simply hungry. He then brought in the mop and mopped up the slimy mess of precum that was pooling on the floor. The man laughed and jerked off over the pig before sticking his hard cock into the deep hole in the fat where all that slime was coming from and shooting a thick load of white cum deep into the pig’s lard.
“You’re getting so massive now, I’m going to start letting the guys in here again so you can get all this beautiful flesh tenderized a lot more often. You’re a prime hog, you know that, piggy? A little hard to please, but you’re prime,” the man said, wiping up the cum and precum from the pig’s hole.
The man left the room feeling superior and powerful. He did it because he could. He did it because he wanted to. He did it because they needed it. He did it because they deserved it. The fattest people to have ever lived were his creation, and he would never stop. He had to see how big he could make them, and while they were record breaking sizes, he was sure that they were all much too small. He needed to make the biggest pig. The heaviest hog. The fattest of all time, and unfortunately for his victims, he was his own worst competition.
The End
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I’m glad I could help push you in the right direction. 🐷🐷
My absolute fav! I think I read this and Hell House on your blogspot years ago and that’s when I was like, “yep! I want to be fat.” And now I’m 500lbs lmao.
