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New Gainer Story - "The Pig"
🕑 Added 2020-11-30 21:15:35 +0000 UTCContains: Immobility, animal transformation, force feeding, and darker themes.
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The Pig
by Lardfill. November 2020
All my life I wanted to be a pig. I could never eat enough or get fat enough. I was doomed from the start when I met Vic and Darwin and their team. They were a talented doctor couple with a deeply kinky and perverted side - they enjoyed changing people into animals. It had started off with plastic surgery, finding lovers who wanted to have their ears or nose altered to look more like their favourite animal, but then Darwin decided that his science skills could also come into use as technologies like gene editing were making gene splicing and DNA altering easy. They had decided to work on blending humans and pigs with dark money funding and a secret lab and were looking for a new subject to transform when they met me online.
I was perfect for them. Being mentally prepared and ready for this kind of transformation was apparently the hardest part of the whole ordeal. They struggled to find applicants who were serious enough to sign up for heavy body modifications and DNA altering. It was dangerous and there was no going back. They showed me their past work on a man's face that had made him look more pig-like, but they assured me that they were stepping things up and that my transformation would include lab-grown pig body parts that would be created using human and hog stem cells. They would be surgically attaching human parts to me that would look completely like hog parts. Ears, nose, tail, and some other parts that they said were a surprise. They told me that there were countless procedures which would turn me completely into a pig by the end, and so I agreed. I signed on the dotted line, over and over. Lawyers were present. I signed my humanity away and followed their instructions.
So, on a late night stroll through a dark wooded path, Jordan Smith vanished forever.
I woke up in a small tiled room with a sterile smell. A bulky muscular man with a red beard and piercing pale green eyes wearing an orange full body jumpsuit was washing me down with a soft soapy sponge. I was laying on a hospital bed with my naked four hundred pound body exposed and my limbs all strapped to the bedsides so I couldn't escape. I found myself getting excited, despite the cries of worry coming from the back of my mind. I was not in control at all and there was no escape. My cock pulsed to life a bit as I looked at the man in the room with me.
The worker in the orange jumpsuit stopped washing me and then untied one of my arm straps and helped roll me over so he had access to my ass. He wiggled his gloved fingers into my ass crack and probed a finger deep into my hole. I moaned, pushing my ass out a little further in response to feeling my hole taking his thick finger. He pushed another finger in and another and massaged deep inside as I rocked back and forth. He then spread his fingers and guided a plastic tube into my asshole that was so wide that it felt like a thick cock in my hole. He slid his fingers out and then wiggled the tube to make sure it was securely in place. I moaned and squirmed, feeling like I had a shaft in my ass. He rolled me back over and I yelped a little as the tube in my ass re-positioned a bit as my weight pushed back down on my cheeks. The man snickered and then bent down to look me right in the eyes.
"You're fucked, pig. My job here is to look after you as the team turns you into a fat hog. You're my responsibility from now on so you follow my rules," he said firmly. "All you have to do is let us work and be patient. It could be up to a year before the entire transformation is complete, but that's just when the fun begins. You'll be a pig and that means you'll start living like one and eating like one. We're going to grow you for all that beautiful lard, just like a real hog. You have no say in anything from now on, so I suggest you just sit back and enjoy the ride."
With that, he kissed me deeply, pulling my tongue into his mouth with a bit of suction. His teeth slid over my tongue as he stared me in the eyes. His much longer tongue slid over my short fat tongue and tasted me. He licked up the side of my face and then continued soaping me up. He found my small cock, throbbing with excitement and began to stroke and feel it, grabbing my balls and lightly squeezing them. I moaned as I felt a my cock shaft being lifted and moved and then I yelped as I felt something slide into my cock.
"Just inserting your catheter," the man said calmly as the strange sensation continued. "All your exits are done, now it's time to hook up your air and feeding tube. We're going to keep you vegetative for several months as we do dozens of procedures on your body and face."
I was nervous but excited as I watched this tall powerful man calmly hooking me up with tubes like I was just another experiment. I made a small snorting oink sound and playfully wiggled my belly and the man grinned as he continued soaping up my body and head with his strong gloved hands.
"Why do you want to be a pig? Think carefully because this is probably going to be the last time you ever talk like a human again," he said coldly, but with a wild passion on his face as he stared me directly in the eyes.
I gulped and thought for a second as his eyes seemed to invade my mind, looking directly into me.
"I want to be a pig because I'm not good at being a person. I can't stop thinking about food and eating more so I can grow fatter. My main goal in life is to grow fatter. I just want to be covered in lard. I want it to weigh me down so much that I can't move and then I'll just keep eating and growing like those freakishly fat pigs you sometimes see in the news. Pigs that are swollen so full of lard that it's turned into a blob with a pig face sticking out. I want to be the fattest hog, fatter than any of them," I blubbered out, tears welling up in my eyes as I explained myself to the man as he remained locked in a gaze with me. "I want to eat from a trough and have a pig tail, a pig snout, pig ears - I want to look like a pig all the time, act like a pig all the time, live like a pig from now on."
He kept staring but a grin crept onto his face.
"Go on," he said, his grin widening.
"I want to lose control of everything that makes me human. I just want to eat and grow and not have to think about anything else. I want to be kept in a feeding pen and fed from a trough that never stops filling with food. I want lard soaked, extra fattening food, I don't care what it is as long as it's food and tastes good. I want to eat with my face and always have my snout in food. I don't want to talk so I'll oink instead. I want to be fucked like an animal by big toys and dildos that get bigger as I grow. I want to get fucked all the time by anyone or anything you want," I said, pausing as I looked at him with the same intensity as he was looking at me. "I want to be bred, and fed. Turn me into a hog and never stop fattening me up. Please. It's all I've ever wanted and it's been my only goal in life. Please."
He stepped back and asked one final thing.
"Have any last words as a human, Piggy?"
I looked at the erection pressing against his jumpsuit and then up at his waiting face.
I oinked, snorted and then oinked some more, looking at his erection.
"Alright, Piggy, time to get your feeding tube in and your oxygen tube in, and then it's time to sleep for a few months," he said coldly like it was just another procedure.
The feeding tube was fed down my throat in an uncomfortable process, and then the oxygen tubes and ventilation. The man showed me a mirror and I was shocked to see how I looked. The soap I had been washed down with had removed all the hair from my body. Not a single hair was left on my face and head, arms and legs, chest or groin. I looked like a blank slate, like an experiment with a level of myself already stripped away.
Another man in a white jumpsuit entered the room and approached with an IV bag and a tray with some instruments. He quickly had the IV plugged into my body and within a twenty seconds I was beginning to black out. My life as a human slipped away from me so easily that I didn't have time to worry or second guess myself. I drifted to sleep and stayed asleep until all the procedures were complete.
SIX MONTHS LATER
I woke up after an endless dream that rapidly escaped my mind as I opened my eyes and looked around. I was low on the ground. My vision was partially obscured by my nose, which looked huge. I made a weird sound that made my eyes open wide - I sounded like a pig. An unfamiliar squeal easily came out of my mouth.
My mouth felt different. I tried to reach up and touch it but my arms weren't working. Well, they were working, I could feel my shoulders move in response but my hands weren't reaching my face. I began to panic as I tried to get up. I flopped on the floor and squealed wildly as I struggled to understand my body. Nothing felt the same or responded like it used to. I screamed and a loud screeching squeal came out of my mouth. I was drooling as I ran my tongue over my mouth, feeling a different jaw shape and different teeth. My mouth reached out much further than it used to. I screamed and once again it sounded like a pig.
The man with the red beard hurried into the room and quickly laid down next to me, hushing me and saying, "It's okay! It's okay!" as he wrapped his arms around me and petted behind my ears playfully.
My ears! They were big and shaped differently! I could feel them with every touch of his hand. I kept squealing but the pitch and speed were slowing. The man kept rubbing my head and neck with one hand and rubbing my belly with the other.
I was fatter, but not by much. I could feel my belly was near the same size that it had been before. I felt sick and lost in thought but the man's attention made me relax to a point where I wasn't making squealing sounds anymore. The man in the orange jumpsuit got up and then brought a mirror over with a big toothy grin and big, wide, almost wild eyes. He looked like predator eyeing its prey right before pouncing.
"Are you ready to see what a pig you've become?" he said, his giant smile looking like a wolf baring his teeth.
He turned the wide mirror to face me and I flinched as the reflection revealed a hog. My face had been transformed into a literal pig head. My legs and arms were shortened and fitted with pig feet. I had a pig tail and pig ears. I screamed in horror at the much more literal transformation than I expected. I truly looked like a pig - with some human-like features. I was terrified, but something inside me was truly turned on. I laid there and looked at the soft pink pig creature in the mirror and let my mind process what was happening.
"They were busy over the last six months. That snout and facial extension is something that they're very proud of. You'll eventually learn how to walk on four legs and use those pig feet," he chuckled. "You're thin still, but that will change. They did some modifications inside of your body too. They improved your stomach and digestive tract, and they've been doing a lot of work with genetic engineering, so your genetics are being modified quite a lot. It's an on-going process, but you're on your way to becoming an actual hog. They really are having fun with you, Piggy."
I wanted to tell him that I wasn't expecting this much of a transformation, but a weak snort was all I could do. "They also swapped out your voice box with a hog one, so this is your new voice from now on. Sorry piggy," he said to me as I snorted weakly in response. He laughed and then took the mirror away and left the room for a second. I didn't know how to feel about losing my voice forever. I'd never be able to tell anyone anything anymore. I began to feel a panic rise inside of me but then he came back with a big smile on his face.
It wasn't until then that I realized that he was walking differently than before. He saw my eyes locked on his legs and grinned.
"You're not the only one who's had body modifications done," he said while wiggling his hips, which rocked a long thick weight in one of his pant legs and a big bulge at his crotch.
He unzipped his jumpsuit and dropped them, revealing two heavy grapefruit sized balls and a long thick rope of a cock that hung past his knees. It wasn't from pumping or injections or anything I had seen before - it was just an enormous cock and balls.
"If you're going to be bred all the time and I'm going to be your farmer here in the lab, they though that I might enjoy having a big enough tool to really fuck you hard when you're the fattest hog on the planet," he said, lifting up the heft of his soft cock that had to be 3 inches wide and 18 inches long and slapped it up to his shoulder like he was resting a big salami up over his firm muscular chest. His giant balls hung below, each one big enough to fill both your hands. He had the cock of an animal and was slowly becoming hard as he played with it.
"This thing works, and those balls are producing a hell of a lot of testosterone so I'm going to be using it a lot on that pig ass, so you better start fattening up fast because it needs a much fatter hole to fuck than the one you've got now. So I'll tell you what - you get fat enough for me to fuck and then I'll let you cum. Not until then."
I squealed and bucked my hips a bit which made him laugh as he wandered off. He returned with a trough - a long wide bin filled with food. It looked like a someone had taken a buffet and dumped it into a bin. There was no rhyme or reason to the placement of the food, it was just dumped together in a big mess. The man helped me up onto my short legs and new feet and I swayed a little before realizing how sturdy it made me to have four feet. I looked at the food in the trough and drooled a little. I couldn't help myself. I immediately dug my face into it and began to learn how to chew and eat with this extended snout and mouth. It was actually much easier than eating with my face was before as the snout worked its way into the food better.
"They made your snout by forming an actual pig snout in a lab and then flooding it with human stem cells, but they've also been toying with your DNA and making it easier for your body to accept these new parts. It's really quite stunning what they're able to do," the man explained as I greedily ate. "They grew all the extra parts you needed and then grafted them to you and I must admit, you really do look like a hog."
I snorted and kept eating. The food was delicious. I couldn't stop myself, even when I got full, which took much longer than usual. I didn't seem to have a limit, I just kept eating and eating. The man stayed with me the whole time, talking to me and petting me. I loved the feeling of his hand petting my ass and playing with my pigtail as I ate. Feeling him pet my new body gave me an understanding over how my new body was shaped and how everything was now set up.
I could feel my legs had been shortened and spliced with the bottom of pig legs. I could feel the foot but my mind kept telling me that there should be more leg there and I kept stumbling over as my mind learned its new limits. I wasn't doing much thinking though - my mind was completely dedicated to the food in front of me. There was a cake buried under a pile of pizza and gravy-soaked mashed potatoes and I wanted it, but without hands, I was forced to eat my way to the cake and its delicious sweet frosting.
I couldn't believe I didn't have hands anymore. It made me sick to think about it so I tried not to. I had asked to be made into a pig. I begged for it. Now I had to live with it and with all the changes they had made to me. This was life now, so I might as well enjoy it and grow fat like I wanted. These thoughts were fleeting as I gulped down large chunks of pizza soaking butter and grease. The flavours of different foods all piled together was somehow completely appetizing to me and no matter what foods were together, they tasted incredible.
"You're really going to town on that food, aren't you piggy?" the man asked me rhetorically. I snorted and hungrily gobbled up more. "Yeah, it's almost like you can't resist because they turned off those sensors in your brain. They've been tampering with a lot in there."
I stopped eating and looked at him with as much curiosity as I could express with my new face, covered in smeared food.
"Chemical sensors in your brain, piggy. You wouldn't understand," he patted my head and rubbed my belly. "There's a lot going on in this belly of yours too. I bet you're wondering why you don't feel full yet?"
I nodded a bit and he laughed at the first human movement I had made since I woke up.
"They gave your digestive system a complete overhaul. They pumped in a whole new gut flora from a wide selection of gut bacteria that they've been assembling over the years," he said, almost mounting my back as he leaned down and grabbed at my belly. "You have such a productive and fattening ecosystem inside of you that you can eat all day and you'll always have room for more. I've seen what that can do before. I've seen all this before."
He got a little distant after saying the last bit. I wasn't the first pig. How many could there have been over the years? How long had this been going on? I oinked and snorted and then nearly wobbled over but he caught me and propped me upright again, holding on to me and petting me. The hunger returned and I buried my snout in food again, trying to get to the core of cake sheltered under the potatoes and pizza.
I spent the rest of the day eating and napping. I struggled to get on my feet after each nap, but it was becoming easier each time. He was always there with me. My own personal farmer. I didn't even know his name - I hadn't even thought to ask him when I had the chance. He had a handsome and caring face now that I looked like this. Before, he was cold and like a predator ready to eat me, but now he was acting like a farmer tending to a piglet. I felt more safe now than I ever had in my entire life.
Life went on like this for days, maybe weeks, I couldn't be sure as all I did all day was eat and nap and I never knew how long I has spent napping, or eating. Occasionally a team in lab coats would inspect me, sometimes a doctor would give me an injection or pill. Mostly it was just me and the man with the enormous cock and balls. He would clean me up after I used the washroom, which I found out that I had no control over anymore. He would wash me up every time I made a mess. He would dump more food into my trough and often replaced it with a clean new one which would be filled to the brim with food and the emptying process would begin again and again.
With all this nonstop eating, my weight began to skyrocket. I was easily gaining five pounds a day, maybe more. After ever nap I felt heavier and softer. The man's hands rubbing me would grab at more fat every day, jiggling it and playing with it. I would get erections that he'd play with but then he'd get turned on and start toying with his giant cock.
It was a brutal cock. He could seriously injure someone with it so I was thankful that he was taking his time and not immediately spearing my ass with it like a pig being pushed on a spit for roasting. He'd slap my ass with it and jerk off with his cock head jammed as far into my hole as possible but I still needed to loosen up and fatten up before he had any chance of getting in completely - so he gently stretched my hole day by day and pushed me to eat more so I'd grow fatter. He was still able to cum in me as he pushed his cock head against my hole. I could feel his giant balls swinging and slapping my thighs as he pushed and jerked himself off until he's gasp and moan and suddenly I would feel an eruption of cum into my hole that flowed for nearly a minute each time as his massive balls emptied their contents. I would spend the next few hours leaking as I kept gorging like the hog that I now was.
I don't know how long it was before I felt my belly touch the floor below my legs. I got up from a nap and got myself balanced when I felt a coldness on my belly. The bearded man was very pleased and brought a mirror to show me. I was looking very fat now. My soft pink skin was stretched all over with red stretchmarks covering every fold. My face was fattening up and it made the few remaining human features get buried in a soft doughy covering. I admired myself in the mirror. I looked like a pig. A happy pig.
Days of feeding continued and I never even realized until a few months later that my thoughts were becoming less and less complex. I wouldn't have even known if my farmer hadn't told me. He was laying with me as I fell asleep with a full belly. He was rubbing my belly and petting my head when he said a sentence that I couldn't understand. I looked at him weirdly and shook my head a little with brow furrowed. He repeated what he was saying and I shook my head no again. He was talking about some science word and I couldn't understand anything in the topic.
"That treatment is really working, I can't believe it," he said, amazed. He then looked at me and grinned. "They've been giving you a weekly treatment for months, piggy. It's been rewiring your brain a bit each time and the side effect for you is that you lose a bit of intelligence each time. They're giving you the pig brain that you deserve."
I laid there in silence, my mind trying to understand what that meant, but I couldn't figure out what was so important about intelligence and why they needed mine. I just laid there and let him talk. His voice soothed me. It calmed me and made me feel safe. I nuzzled into him as he talked, not listening to any of the words.
Several months in, I lost my ability to walk as my belly spread out wide around me and had begun to make it difficult to move my legs. I was an eating machine at this point and that's all my mind could think about. Food was everything. I was constantly horny, but food was always first in my mind. I demanded it as soon as I woke and would eat until I could barely breath and then roll over and nap and let it all digest and turn to fat.
The man had worked his way up to being able to push his cock a whole twelve inches inside of me but he wanted more. I could tell by the way he would fuck me and how much deeper he wanted to go. He'd always fuck me when I was almost completely done my trough. He'd dump in another bucket of food as dessert and then push his giant rod into my stretched asshole before dumping a liter of cum into my guts as I crammed my dessert in my snout.
My own cock was gone, swallowed up in an ever-growing expanse of soft lard that had overwhelmed my body to the point where all that was left of my impressive six inch cock was a hole that was constantly slimy and dripping with precum. My shaft was nearly almost erect, no doubt the reaction to some mental tampering or a hormone therapy, but I was hornier than I'd ever been at every waking moment and all my dick could do was ooze precum as the fat buried it deeper and deeper. Sometimes the man would fuck the hole that swallowed my cock, but he needed me much fatter to do it harder.
One morning I woke up already propped up at the trough and for a second I thought I had fallen asleep while eating but then I realized that I couldn't touch the ground anymore with my shortened pig legs and feet. My belly was swelling up under me so much that he had propped my body up on top of my belly right in front of my trough so I no longer had a move at all. I couldn't move if I wanted to. I humped at my own fat as much as I could and then he emptied bucket after bucket, box after box, bag after bag of food into the trough and I wildly ate at it. There was all the usual food, but there was more and more things like potato slop and ground meats and less and less of prepared foods. Everything was still cooked and loaded with butter and fats, but it wasn't the buffet style feast it had been before, and I simply didn't care. It was all delicious.
I didn't understand anything the man said anymore. A few keywords like "Pig", "Good" and "Bad" stood out. "Fat" stood out, and so did "Fuck", but that was all. I just squealed and oinked and snorted and kept eating. It's all I ever did anymore, just like I had wanted.
The feedings were becoming bigger as I grew. At the beginning, I was emptying a trough of food every day, but now it was common for me to consume four troughs full of food. All I did was eat and poop while I was awake, fall sleep with my face in an empty food-smeared bin, and then wake up to a whole new pile of food to consume. I never questioned it. I never protested or fought against it.
As I grew, so did my capacity to take his giant cock. Everyday he filled me with his seed as he yelled and rammed his cock in as hard as he could. I still wasn't fat enough to take all of his shaft, but it was getting close. His enormous balls would press into my inner thigh fat as he pushed in deep and I would always squeal in pleasure as I felt his shaft pulse and throb as it unloaded all that sperm into my hole. He wasn't the only one. More men in lab coats and jumpsuits started paying me visits now that I was immobilized and growing bigger by the day. The whole cleaning crew had an orgy with me as I ate about once a week. The men would come in and strip down with my farmer and spend an hour or two feeding and fucking me. They'd cum in my food, lay in my trough and cover themselves in food as I gorged, and fuck my fat folds and holes while I couldn't stop myself from eating.
The two doctors who did this all to me visited one day with some other men and they talked over me, measuring and weighing me. The scale read a number but I couldn't understand it, but I did know enough to know that there were four numbers on the scale's reading. I knew that it was a very large number. I felt proud as the men watched me eating, planning something that I couldn't understand.
It was several months later when I could feel a pressure all over my body. I had become so fat that my body was turning into a round ball with soft lard spreading away under me like a soft scoop of ice cream beginning to melt. My body was completely pinned in heavy fat, my limbs spread out wide in all directions as my frame say suspended in the middle of a giant blob of lard. My belly spread out under me in all directions with my legs a couple feet away from touching the ground, but they couldn't anyways because my belly spread out so wide. My chest rolls all bunched up and lifted my arms up just like my legs so they couldn't touch the ground. My chest also gave me a pillow to rest my head on as it bulged out in front of me. My face had gotten so plump that my eyes were beginning to squint from all the fat pushing in on them . My snout, nose and ears truly made me look like a hog. There was no resemblance of a human left.
With my belly spread out under me, my whopping, massive ass spread wide in the air above. A curly pig tail crowned the pile of lard that was my body, marking the point where my ass crack started. The two slabs of lard that hung down and spread my ass crack apart were so huge that I could now fully take the farmer's cock, and it was actually outgrowing him now as the new fat kept piling on. He would fuck me as hard as he could and there was still deeper he could go. This made me immensely proud as he now began to work on fattening my fupa pad more so he could fuck the hole that my cock was buried in with equal force.
He was excited about something today. They was a buzz around the lab and more people were around than usual. My food was entirely a potato and rice mush today, soaking in melted lard. I feasted on it like it was the best food I had ever tasted because to me, it was the best food I had ever tasted - all food was. As I ate, they groomed me, cleaning me and trimming any hair that had grown on my body over the months. I felt special and pampered as they tended to me. I fell asleep with my head in the trough, as usual.
I woke up to the sound of a marching band. There were cheers and laughs as my eyes adjusted to the bright sunlight. There were hundreds of people rolling by, laughing and pointing. I looked around as best as I could and realized that I was on a trailer being towed by a truck. They were driving very slowly and people were lined up along the street to watch. It finally dawned on me that I was on display in a parade. I felt naked and exposed as I felt my bare ass in the breeze with so many people around.
"...Fat pig!" someone said out of a mouthful of gibberish.
I couldn't understand a single person as they spoke, but I kept hearing key words that I still remembered. Fat. Pig. Feed. Eat. I was so hungry. All I could think about was food. I squealed in hunger and a man in a plaid shirt and overalls brought me a bucket of apples. They were juicy and sweet and they kept me occupied as I was hauled around the town on display. A laughing man threw a fast food burger at me and I promptly gobbled it up.
We ended up at a fairground and they used a forklift to move me into a rustic pen with a wooden fence around it next to a line of other pens with other pigs. I wondered if they were like me or if they were just actual pigs. For the next two days I was kept in that pen, being fed a rationed amount as farmers and other people filed by. Many were impressed, some were disgusted, some thought I was hysterical, and a select few were very curious, getting in close to touch and inspect every inch of me. I oinked and snorted and played it up a bit, loving the feeling of being such a pig. One of the men gave me a blue ribbon and everyone seemed very happy.
A man in a cowboy hat approached the pen after all the commotion and talked with my farm crew for a long time. They seemed very friendly with each other and shook hands at the end. The man approached me and playfully jiggled my pubic fat roll as he spoke to me in a deep hushed tone before leaving, whistling as he walked away down the row of pigs.
I was loaded into a cargo van and fell asleep as the doors were shut behind me. The darkness usually had me falling asleep quickly now - as soon as the lights went out, I'd find myself asleep. I awoke when they opened the loading door in the van and I was greeted by my farmer with his read beard and gigantic cock. I snorted and oinked happily, my gelatinous body quivering as I tried to move around in excitement. I hadn't seen him in days and now that he was here, he could fuck me and feed me. I was so hungry for both his cock and for food.
"Whoa now! Easy piggy!" he said, patting my blubbery ass and kissing me on the head.
I was unloaded on a strange farm and moved by tractor to a large barn with a special room for me. It was clean with stainless steel tabletops and equipment. I was wheeled in and lowered to the floor in the middle of the room as my farmer, the man in the cowboy hat, and several young men all followed in behind me and shut the doors. They looked at me as I desperately squealed for food. I was ravenous after days of a reduced diet for the fairground display.
The men were talking about me, staring at me with big grins as they pointed and made hand gestures to show expansion and growth as they talked about me. I kept hearing the word "food" and began happily oinking. The men laughed and my farmer walked over and said I was a "good pig" and rubbed the expanse of my belly and back as I lay there, trapped in a blob of lard .
The young men helped my farmer wheel over a large, raised metal tank that had a slanted stainless steel slide with high raised sides that narrowed down to a mouth-sized funnel on the end. They slid the funneled end of the slide into my mouth and locked it in place. I couldn't really chew with the contraption in my mouth, but it still allowed me to swallow. The men were talking happily as they pressed a small red button that lit up and the hum of machinery started coming from the large metal drum. Within a few seconds, a yellowish creamy slurry poured down the slide and funneled into my mouth. It was slightly sweet and incredibly delicious. I gulped it down as fast as it fed me, draining the large drum of food into me at a constant rate so all I had to do was swallow. My eyes rolled back into my head in bliss as I felt my belly get a proper feeding again.
From that moment on, I stopped thinking much of anything. I just swallowed and gulped like a good hungry pig should. I grew fatter and fatter until my eyes closed shut from all the fat building up on my pig face. My belly swelled and grew out more and more until my short pig legs were splayed apart in all directions and my pig feet sat helplessly useless on the ends of mammoth rolls of leg fat that was beginning to swallow up my feet. My chest hung out in front of me and pooled on the floor ahead of me while my belly spread out on the floor behind me. My giant globes of cellulite called an ass raised high with my pig tail on top, but the lower half of my ass sagged and spread wide to accommodate my gargantuan pubic fat pad. My dick was long lost inside of it, but that hole was so deep that my farmer could fuck me hard in it. It was one of the few remaining things I acknowledged happening to me besides the constant swallowing.
My farmer was always around, I could smell him and feel him. He would fuck me every day but now that he was able to fuck my cock hole, I was able to cum again. His hard eighteen inches probed deep into the hole, slick with my precum, and his swollen giant cherry of a cock head would ram into my tiny cock head, nearly swallowing the tiny head with every push. The first time he was able to make me cum this way, I was gorging on the corn slurry several months after being taken to this new farm. My farmer was pounding my cock hole with his shaft and before he had a chance to cum, I blew a thick load from my tiny head. The sudden increase in hot lubricant made him cum, which proceeded to drown my cock head in so much cum that it filled that hole as he pulled out and then he pushed his cock into my asshole to unload the rest of the fountain of cum. He fucked me like this every day, and every day I noticed a change in my body as it grew wider and heavier.
I wanted more, even though my eyes were pushed shut from the fat. Even though my legs were getting swallowed in fat, I wanted more. I couldn't get enough food in my body and I could grow fat enough. The farmer wanted me fatter, I know he wants me to get too fat to make me cum again. I can see it in his eyes when I look at him after I've cum. He likes to see me cum and see me enjoy the pleasure, but then that look fades and he turns up the rate on the feeding machine or dumps extra fattening food in the machine. He often pours in several drums of a creamy tasteless greasy mixture into my slop after fucking me. It mixed with my usual slurry but I could taste how fatty it was. It seemed to only be when I came, and it seemed to either be a reward or punishment - I couldn't tell. What I could determine is that it was extra fattening because each time I spent a day eating that slop with the added mixture, I gained much more than usual. I could feel it all over my body, like a tingling as my skin stretched to accommodate all the new lard.
Life went on like this, unable to see as I swallowed non-stop, getting fucked and growing fatter and fatter. My farmer's cock started tapping my buried cock head less and less as the fat pushed out further and further. The greasy mixture was always in my food now and I could always feel myself growing. I oinked and would feel strong hands caress my fat and probe into spots as they explored and cleaned me. I would hear the farmer talking and hear the usual keywords but I couldn't tell him how amazing it felt to be so obese and so helplessly larded up. I wanted to tell him thank you and to tell them all to keep it up and find more people to do this to. I wanted to tell him... that...
Pain jabbed through my body suddenly but it was fleeting. That was it. The world went black for me. I couldn't do anything about it, I just oinked as the life slipped from my body. The farmer pushed back on the fat on my face and the last sight I saw was him furiously jerking on his massive cock and glaring into my eyes with an intensity I had never seen on him. As my vision darkened I could hear him grunt and holler and felt the hot splash of cum wash over my face, spurting over and over as his oversized cock heaved its load all over my pig face.
...and then I was gone.
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WGPI News, Specklefort, Kentucky.
"Today, the sleepy town of Specklefort is celebrating the life of a very big pig who has become a bit of a local legend. Sloppy the Pig, a 2900lb pig grown in the region, died today but not before breaking the world record several times over for "Heaviest Hog". The town threw a parade for him today to celebrate his gigantic life. This isn't the first time Sloppy the Pig was featured in a parade, seen here two years ago at the Fairgrounds Day parade when he was a much smaller porker, although he was still quite a hefty one then! This time around, the town is having an even bigger celebration to show just how enormous the blue ribbon pig had grown since first appearing at the fairground contest two years ago. They remembered a very large hog weighing over 1000lbs, but the pig had been grown specially by farmers over the last two years to a whopping 2900lbs. The pig looks almost unreal, looking like it's about to pop as it's covered in decorations and wheeled through the town for everyone to see. The town is in awe of their special pig and many are talking about plans to grow an even larger pig in the future! Whatever the case, there's going to be a whole lot of celebratory bacon on plates in Specklefort in the coming days! Back to you, Phil!"
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Jumbobelly
As they say, the best writers write what they know!!!
Shape Shifters
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