#weight gain story

Giving Into Greed

College made him a little too greedy… What started as a couple extra fries each meal, turned into a couple extra platefuls… He became a frequent flier in the cafeteria buffet line, and his waistline rapidly expanded as a result… Before he knew it, his waist size had gone up from a 32 to a 40… Recently graduated, this exjock has started a new desk job, leaving him little free time to use that gym membership. He’s already put on another 15lbs and counting… slowly succumbing to his inactive, greedy lifestyle…

This story topic was voted on by the wonderful Avid Readers on my Patreon! For November’s poll the winning story prompt was “Thanksgiving (Food) Stuffing”

The Pig Show (Part 2)

It has been eight months since Tobin took you out to the first adventure of unabashedly gorging in a public place at the All you can eat buffet on behalf of The Pig Show.

 After recovering from the night’s massive food coma Tobin excitedly described the whole event as a ‘rousing success. Following that party, Tobin soon started incorporating more and more trips to all-you-can-eat buffets and other high calorie plate packing restaurants into your normal feeding shows. Tobin was able to jury-rig some phone gear, battery packs, and go pros to live broadcast those eating sessions at the restaurants as live streams.

Following that advancement Tobin started experimenting with you and the show; weight-shaking tutorials, tips and tricks for the best feeding results, and casual talks where he talked to the viewers in a Q&A format after you slipped away in your frequent food coma. 

All that innovation and content caused the viewer and community to grow in size, to the point where you and Tobin were starting to get noticed by the super heavyweights of the greater online gainer scene. The Pig Show was getting popular enough to start picking up sponsorships for some whey shake companies and afford to do some ‘food vacations’ and vlogs along the way.

As The Pig Show’s online presence grew, so did your own body. The toll of the redoubled and extra feeding streams for the show along was the more intimate personal gorging with Tobin starting to show now. 

Your face started to fill out and then blossomed as your double chin developed from a shadow of potential to a full time permanent addition to your face. Your arms and legs thickened up as your ass ballooned beneath you.

But out of all of it, your gut experienced the most radical change. The constant fatty food feasts and Tobin constantly pushing you to the limit, resulted in a stomach stretching out to accommodate all of the food packed into it. Between that and the thick layer of soft flab that encased it from the outside, Tobin and the viewers quickly started calling it the ‘half ton tank’ but the way it jiggled and inflated after a feeding session. 

As your body naturally expanded by the Tobin The Pig Show, Tobin stepped in and made some executive decisions to modify your body as well, now a pair of thick golden rings were pierced through your nipples. After you popped a strained shirt button during a live stream at another all-you-can-eat restaurant Tobin loudly commented to the chat that he was going to commemorate the experience by getting your almost buried belly button pierced the next day.

The summer months ended. The holiday was quickly approaching, and Tobin was well aware of that. Much to your dismay Tobin announced that he had to go away for his family for Thanksgiving, leaving you alone at your place for Thursday evening with a few plates of store bought prepared thanksgiving meals to eat by yourself.

Later that night, as you were watching T.V was when you received a series of exciting texts from Tobin, informing you that he had a big surprise for you. He ordered you to head over to his place late tomorrow morning. As you went to sleep your mind began racing about the cryptic order as you absentmindedly rubbed your gut you realized that without Tobin there to push you further past your limits, you felt a bit less full than you could be. 

Come Friday morning you received an early morning text from Tobin, ordering you to not eat a single bite before you made your way to his place. Confused and aroused you sat in your small, and shrinking apartment, surrounded by cabinets packed with snacks as your stomach growled away. With nothing to do except watch the hours creep by, you finally received the all clear to head over. Making sure to wear the next size up sweatpants and baggy shirt, you lumber out of your apartment and ease into your car as you head towards ‘something special’, all the while staying completely erect. 

Rushing the best you could through the packed streets of Black Friday traffic you eventually made it to Tobin’s place. After catching a bit of your breath from climbing the stairs, you approached the front door. The first chime barely had time to finish its sound off before the door swung open as Tobin appeared, grabbed you by the collar of your shirt, and pulled you inside.

Once stumbling inside you finally saw what got Tobin in such a rare mood. Tobin rearranged his entire living room by moving his dining table to be perpendicular to the sofa, where you sat and were subjugated to countless feeding sessions. 

On the table was an entire spread of Thanksgiving leftovers. Mountains of tupperware, tin foil, wrapped dishes, and plates. Right at the head of the table was a serving tray with a set of silverware. 

Looking over the table in astonishment, you saw Tobin beaming back at you. He enthusiastically explained that his family always holds huge thanksgiving dinners with his extended family. Through his silvery tongue, he was able to persuade most of them to let him take home the leftovers, and now it was going to be your responsibility to pack away. From right now, through the long weekend, until it is all finished. 

Taking in all the food and aroma, while processing the fact that Tobin will make sure to be good on his word, your mouth started to water as your dick tented against the sweatpants. You were about to make his first step towards the feast before Tobin stopped you. 

“Oh, not quite yet piggy. We have to make sure that we have plenty of documentation before you and your gut deal damage to the table” he said as he retrieved his phone from his pocket. ”And you need to be properly dressed.” With a slight groan at the impediment, you agreed and quickly started the process of stripping down to reveal your now signature pink piggy jock. Tobin took the traditional side and front photo of ‘your tank completely empty’ before he allowed you to make your way to the sofa.

Whether planned or not, you had to try your best to gracefully squeeze in between the wooden table and the sofa before you could perform a controlled crash onto the couch cushion that has a permanent impression of your wide ass.

Tobin was busy taking a few more shots of the mountain range of food and some of you at the head of it all before sending it out to The Pig Show’s social media accounts before he turned his greedy eyes on you as he picked up your tray, a serving spoon and started scooping the reheated food.

There was moist turkey, seasoned stuffing, fluffy mashed potatoes, perfectly prepared squash, warm rolls, boiled potatoes drowning in butter, piled on with sour cream, chives, and crispy bacon, homemade cranberry sauce, and sweet potatoes with a layer of marshmallows.

He slowly prowled through the table going up and down each side of the table, making a show to carefully select what food to pile higher and higher on your serving tray. Once he was satisfied with the mini mountain of food, he finally made his way back to you, stopping to stand right over you as he held the tray above your head. There he waited until you looked up to him from your spot on the sofa.

Tobin just stared back with steely eyes as you were moments away from you starting to gorge yet again. The combination of the smell of the leftovers and your empty stomach caused you to become crazed with impatience. Your eyes darted between the tray, to Tobin, the rest table then back to the tray as you licked your lips with anticipation.

With a loud growl that from your stomach your lips formed the start of begging before Tobin smirked and lowered the tray down to the table, allowing you to begin.

You started eating between Tobin’s presence and the hunger from your stomach, eating was practically an automatic response. In your own acquired wisdom of the past eating sessions, you started at a moderate speed, pacing yourself with all the food ahead of you. As you steadily worked through the full tray with mouthful after mouthful of home cooked goodness. You saw from the corner of your eye you saw Tobin fish out his phone again, as the flashed started snapping pictures of video clips of your feasting. The moment after you took your last bite from the first place, Tobin swooped in to scoop up the tray and start the process of refilling the tray again.

With the start of the second and the third tray of food, Tobin came in to provide more intimate interactions, by whisperings encouragement, telling you what to eat next, followed up with comments on how good the leftover dishes were, as well as reading aloud the outpour of online comments that people saying about you. All that was fuel for you to power through to eat more and more of what was on your plate.

By the fourth plate, Tobin was getting handsy. He started feeling your moobs while tugging on your nipple rings as you ate. Moving down his fingers started skating across your gut, running up and down the stretch marks and gently pressing on your stomach, to see how much room you had left.

“Oh looks like piggy’s almost at his limit,” Tobin muse as he pressed down again, “let’s see how much we can pack in before you throw in the towel” as he lightly made his way to your groin.

Wiggling and snaking his hand between your thick thighs and encroaching gut Tobin eventually he reached your pink piggy jock and your erect cock that was buried under it all. While one hand was rubbing on your groin Tobin pressed his body against your filling torse as his other hand went back to exploring the rest of your body.

That sent your body into overdrive. 

He kept his stroking, groping, and teasing in perfect rhythm as you continued eating. If you slowed down, Tobin would step up and redouble his efforts to make sure you keep up the pace. The persistence of his hands and his words teasing caused you to power through with your eating more than you did the night before.

As you were about to reach the end of the fourth massive plate was when the strain of your stomach and cock became too much. Between bites, you let out a groan and a full-body shudder as your cock erupted through your jock. 

After that climax, you start to feel winded as you begin to feel your lust-fueled gluttonous ambition begin to fade, leaving you to recognize the bulk of food, leaving you with the weight of the action resting inside of you.  With your energy starting to fade, you placed your fork on the tray as you dropped your arms to your side, too busy basking in the afterglow of your orgasm.

Tobin wormed himself free from under your gut, examined his hands before wiping his hand on your stomach before reaching for the fork. to scoop up a bit of the mashed potatoes.

“Now now, don’t waste a drop of food,” as he scooped up some mashed potatoes, “here comes the airplane~,” as he brought the fork up to your lips. Spent and too tired to protest, eyes dazed, you just parted lazily and opened your mouth. From there you allowed Tobin to continue to spoon feed you, forcing you to power through the rest of the plate.

Once completed Tobin got up from the sofa and made his way to the kitchen. A few minutes later he returned with a tin of apple pie, a tub of ice cream, and a bottle of baby oil. He delivered a dessert victory lap with an extra-large slice of pie with more than generous scoops of vanilla ice cream on top. 

From there Tobin allowed you to relax on the couch as you slurped the ice cream and pie as he started applying the slick oil all over your sensitive and distended stomach. As you swallowed the last bite of dessert you soon gave into the familiar allure of the food coma right there on the sofa.

A few hours passed when you finally stirred awake. After slowly opening your eyes, you noticed that Tobin was busy. He removed all the serving dishes that you demolished before and fixed your tray with another heaping helping of Thanksgiving leftovers. Looking down it looked like Tobin had fun with your passed-out body as well, judging by the load of cum that ran down your extended gut.

As you looked around the living room, you saw Tobin in the kitchen, glued to his phone as he was nibbling on a meager ham sandwich and chips. He quickly noticed you and put the food away as turned his attention to you

“Hey you, you’re finally awake,” Tobin said with a smile. 

“Your content has been spreading like wildfire online, so many people are rooting and cheering you on. They all want to see you finish his table of leftovers,” as he gestured to the remainder of the food on the table.

“And I intend to show them that final result.” he followed up as he approached the table with the trusty serving spoon in his hand and the reignited glint in his eye.

With a satisfied groan of an acknowledgment as you struggled to learn yourself forward for the next wave of feeding.

“Other locals were even asking about your food disposal services for their thanksgiving leftovers…. They’ll be over shortly” 

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Jesse was busy hurrying around the office that he works at, wrapping up the very last of his errands, shutting down his computer and grabbing all the personal things from his cubicle as his eyes kept darting at the clock

Jesse the male bovine, dressed in a crisp blue button down and a part of khakis, the little cow had well managed light brown fur covering all over his petite frame, with a well kept messy blonde hair covering the top of his head, where two small horns were just barely visible from the mop of hair.

Once all the daily paperwork was squared away, things stuffed into his bag, Jesse dashed to the elevator and mashed the buttons. As the doors closed he looked at his watch and took a breath of relief as butterflies slowly began to flutter in his stomach.

Seven minutes until noon, just enough time to walk past the front desk and out the office in time. The elevator arrived at the ground floor doors slid open and Jesse hurried on his way out.

He made his way past the front desk secretary Diana, a nice pretty yet nosey French poodle. Jesse saw Diana look up from her computer screen as she wished Jesse best of luck with his ‘doctor’s appointment’, the excuse that Jesse told his bosses and office for the reason why he needed to leave at noon today. Jesse put on a cheery smile as he turned to Diana and returned the polite pleasantries.

As Jesse turned his head back to the front door his heart skipped a beat, stopping dead in his tracks, his smile dissolved away as he saw what was standing in the front door.

It was a giant obese goat that was blocking Jesse and the front door. He was an orange goat with brown markings running up and down his arms and legs, with white patches on his face and down his torso. He was beyond huge, while only standing at 5’11 he easily clearing 800lbs, the goat was dressed in a stretched out pair of sweatpants and a once white t-shirt, now stained with food and sweat that long gave up the fight of trying to cover the goat’s pale white furry and flabby gut that was hanging over the waist of the sweatpants.

Even though he was standing still the goat was panting heavily, with a predatory glint in his yellow eyes. And he took his steps to approach the little cow. Jesse stood, stock still in place, ‘no way’ he thought to himself, ‘I made sure to get down here early,I should have beaten him to the front door’

The goat must have thought the same thing and wanted to start things off in the office lobby. There was no way to know how long he was waiting there, yet from the mild scent of B.O and the continued awkward look of the secretary, it looked like he was camped there for a while.

The goat lapped up Jesse’s shocked expression and just answered with a deep chuckle that caused his gut to jiggle as he said, “Come on little Jesse, we can’t keep you waiting for your…. Appointment” as he gave a side eye to the assistant. Jesse could do nothing besides hang his head in defeat and said, “Of course” as he slowly made his way to the fat goat.

Once Jesse joined the goat at his side, the goat made a wide turn towards the exit. As the two were just about the cross through the door the goat brought down a meaty arm down on Jesse before he slid it down to the little cow’s waist and gave the Jesse’s ass a firm squeeze just as the walked out and Jesse prayed that the secretary wouldn’t talk about what she just saw to anyone during her next water break.

Once outside in the open, Jesse said, “Webster, do you know how much of a gossip Diane is?” At that Webster the goat just replied with “I don’t care. Besides, it’s lunch time and I’m starving.” Webster as he lumbered ahead of Jesse towards the parking lot.

Jesse followed behind Webster all the way to the company parking lot, staying in the goat’s huge shadow. Eventually the two of them made it to Jesse’s car, as the small bovine fished in his pants pockets and pulled out his keys and unlocked a plain white passenger van.

Jesse slowly opened the door and eased himself in the driver side as Webster carelessly slid open and dropped into the front row of seats in the back. Jesse felt the van rock and sag with the sudden addition of the goat’s weight.

Once the goat got comfortable, Webster put on a show as he tried to pull the seat belt across his massive gut, once it was obvious that the strap wasn’t going to reach across he abruptly let go of the seat belt and ordered Jesse to drive them to their first destination of the day. Jesse , who was watching the show from the rear view mirror, with his mouth slack jawed, he snapped at attention and obediently revved up the van and pulled out of the parking lot.

As Jesse drove along on the main road, Webster’s ears perked up and he quickly bleated out an order to pull over at a burger drive through chain on the right. Jesse obediently followed the order and turned into the fast food and navigated to the drive through and rolled down his window.

The moment the speaker buzzed to life as it was about to start it’s initial scripted welcome speech, Webster leaned over, causing the van to creak and tilt forward. Webster loudly interrupted the person on the other end of the speaker and brazenly placed his order, a double bacon cheeseburger with large fries and a soda.

Taken back, the Speaker hesitantly followed up with, “if–is there anything else to add?” Webster dramatically hummed, cartoonishly rubbing his stomach as he rolled his eyes towards Jesse before adding, “And a six pack of chicken nuggets” he added in a teasing manner before rocking back to his side of the car.

Jesse stayed quiet and just kept to himself as he circled the van around once Webster placed his order. When he pulled up to the window and came face to face with the workers, the meek cow sheepishly accepted the heavy bag of greasy food and passed it over to Webster. The goat did not give either one of them any attention as he feverishly opened and unpacked the contents, unwrapped the double burger and started munching down, loudly moaning as he enjoyed every bit of the sandwich. All while continuing to ignore both Jesse and the fast food worker’s states of astonishments.

When it was apparent that Webster was not going to lift a finger to cover the cost of the lunch Jesse issued a defeated sigh and fished out his wallet from his pocket to pass along a few bills to the driver and drove away before the cashier could hand back his change.

As Jesse began navigating to their actual destination, the van was filling up with the aroma of the fried food as well as the sounds of the orange goat’s constant munching as he worked through the burgers and fries. As the scent wafted into Jesse’s nose as his own mouth began watering as his stomach loudly growled, hearing that Webster’s only response was snorted laughter between each huge bite.

A few miles down the road, Jesse saw the actual destination of their trip, it was a big box grocery store, this was Webster’s twisted idea of a date. Jesse rolled into a spot at the parking lot just as Webster shoved the last handful of fries and chicken nuggets into his mouth as he pushed open the door and heaved out and began his gluttonous march towards the store’s main entrance. Jesse circled around, closing the passenger side door and tried to catch up with Webster.

The mechanical doors slid open as Webster strolled by and completely ignored the greeting from the welcome staff, leavin Jesse to embarrassedly apologize for the rudeness as Webster grabbed the metal shopping cart and made his way towards the aisle, with blatant disregard to anyone around him.

By the time Jesse got up to Webster’s side, the massive goat was turning down the first row as he lumbered past shelves after shelves of food as he started grabbing any and all the food packages that caught his eye and dropped them into the cart.

That was the start of the goat’s prowl around the store. From there Webster led the way, going up and down every row, reaching out towards anything that caught the goat’s yellow eyes as they were constantly scanning the rows of food.

There was no rhyme or reason for the food, Jesse knew that it was only gluttony that was the factor in what foods were selected, from boxes of pasta to family sized bags of chips and pretzels with tubs of dips, cartons of whole milk and heavy cream to cartons of ice cream and frozen dinner meals. The only area of the store that Webster avoided was the fresh produce section.

When the cart was piled high with boxes and bags of packaged food was finally enough for Webster’s liking he quietly led the little cow to the cashiers. As he turned sideways to ease through the checkout lane, Webster’s flabby gut pressed and dragged against the conveyor belt, but not before Webster’s left hand grabbed handfuls of chocolate bars and bags from the candy shelf and threw it on the pile of the cart, with a majority of them falling off and on to the floor.

Webster hardly gave a glance back as he slowly made his way towards the in store’s food stand to purchase two deluxe hotdogs and chips.

That left Jesse with the responsibility of moving all of the food from the cart and floor onto the conveyor belt.

After a few solid minutes of unpacking and transferring the food to the cashier for her to scan, there was so much food that the cashier had to call upon two additional helpers to bag and put all the food back into the cart.

Once done the cashier recited the impressive total and once again Jesse went to reach into his wallet, this time handing over his credit card and wincing as the cashier swiped away.

By now Webster started strolling back to Jesse’s side, grunted, and led the way to the exit, leaving the incredibly bewildered staff to wonder what they just witnessed.

Outside Jesse remained by Webster’s side as he pushed the heavy cart across the length of the parking lot, towards his little car. When he finally made it, the cow popped the trunk and slowly started moving the groceries to the car. Webster just stood there, licking his fingers, only interrupting Jesse’s work to rip open a box of ice cream cones to help himself to one before, heading to the passenger side door, allowing Jesse to continue on with his work.

When the last bag was crammed into the truck, Jesse closed the lid and slowly walked to the driver side door. Starting the car, Jesse drove out of the parking lot, towards the end destination of all of Webster’s adventures, Jesse’s apartment.

While Jesse wanted nothing more than the drive back to be smooth and uneventful, it was constantly interrupted by Webster bleating out demands to stop at every drive through they came across. Every time Jesse obeyed and every time Webster always found something on the menu he liked. Every time that Jesse obediently handed the food over to Webster, the cow’s mouth would renew it’s watering and pangs of hunger would shoot out from Jesse’s stomach. The van started to smell of all the combinations of all those fast food locations which, on top of the sounds of the goat’s loud eating, only fueled Jesse’s hunger pangs even more.

Soon enough Jesse finally arrived at his apartment, like before as soon as the van was in park, Webster slammed opened the door and rolled out, and started waddling his way to the door.

Webster made no effort to catch any of the fast food wrappers that fell from his lap as he made his way to the door, leaving Jesse once again to pick up Webster’s mess on top of carrying the bags of food up to the room. Even as that happened Jesse could not help but stare at Webster’s massive ass that was pressed against the stretched fabric of the ill fitting sweatpants.

In a hypnotic trance Jesse witnessed as the heavily padded cheek moved, each one was alternatively lifted up and fell back down with a satisfying drop and ripple of jiggle that caused the cow to blush. Jesse just sat in astonishment taking in every aspect of the goat’s huge ass all the way until Webster got to the front door, where he turned back, and with a smirk gave his admirer a shake of his ass before he closed the door behind him,

That little show was enough to reenergized Jesse to jump out of the van and diligently pick up the mess that Webster left in his wake before going back and slowly start to move the groceries up to his apartment.

As Jesse grabbed the first of many handfuls of bagged food from his car, he struggled up the steps as through the doors before he awkwardly made his way through his door.

The apartment was a simple one bedroom apartment that had a kitchenette overflowing with boxes of takeout food, a small bedroom, and a living room taking up the majority of the apartment. The living room was once pristine but now was overtaken by Webster not long after he set his eyes on Jesse. Now the living room was littered with crumbs, messy plates and utensils and food wrappers.

Webster already made his way to this couch, the first thing he claimed when invaded Jesse’s meek little life. Where a once pristine three seat couch was stained with food and already started to sag from the stress of the goat’s constant use. Webster insisted that the sofa be moved to the exact middle of the living room and facing the TV, which was already streaming Webster’s favorite show.

Greeting Jesse at the door were Webster’s shoes that almost tripped the cow as he stepped inside, and not far from there were Webster’s socks, shirt and pants that formed a trail from the front door to the couch.

Jesse looked at the mess and just sighed as he went to work putting all the purchases away. Jesse made multiple trips back and forth from his van to the apartment, unloading and putting away the food that Webster made him buy as the fat goat just sat on the couch, watched the T.V, not lifting a finger or acknowledging the cow’s efforts on his behalf.

Once done putting everything away Jesse went to the cupboards to unpack the stack of plastic trays and folding stands. He ripped open a family sized bag of chips, cracked open a jar of queso and arranged both the best on one of the trays and respectfully placed it down next to the couch’s arm. No sooner did Jesse step back from the tray, when Webster’s flabby arm immediately reached over and started grabbing handfuls of chips and dunking them into the cheese before dropping them in his open mouth. Jesse then went back to the kitchen and microwaved two more appetizers and an extra large frozen meal plate, bringing each one out as they were done warming up. Webster continued to ignore Jesse.

Once the cow was finished with Webster’s home feast, Jesse finally fixed himself a small plate for his dinner, a simple cold cut sandwich and a respectable portion of chips as he made his way to his spot, a comfy chair that was perpendicular to Webster’s sofa, placed in such a way where Jesse had a full view of the bully goat as he gorged on his fatty food.

Watching Webster eat was an event for Jesse, every night Jesse sat there fixated on what was unfolding in front of his own eyes. He had front row seats to Webster as he stuffed his gut to the brim on the food that Jesse bought for him. Mouthful after mouthful of chips, dips, cheese doodles, reheated burritos, hoagies, creampuffs and sweets, always accompanied by gulps of soda or milkshakes. Every single morsel was devoured in that constantly chewing maw and pushed down into that constantly expanding gut, each night brought new thrills as Jesse saw the noticeable pounds of fat that Webster was packing on.

As Jesse munched on his meal he watched in utter amazement, as Webster diligently ate through the entire spread of food even after all of the snacks from the trip. After a while when the majority of the bowls, plates and trays were empty the goat rolled his head towards his submissive cow and shouted out, “Where’s dessert?”

At that demand, Jesse jumped and got back up to head to the kitchen, making his way to the freezer to fix up the evening dessert dish.

Jesse grabbed a recently cleaned plastic popcorn bowl and dumped an entire carton of vanilla ice cream into it, followed by a liberal helping of liquid fudge, a half can of whipped cream and chopped nuts. At the top of Webster’s twisted orders, Jesse placed a single red cherry on top of the mountain of ice cream. Just as Jesse shoved a huge repurposed salad serving spoon into the sundae, he heard Webster’s voice coming from the next room over, “Oh and don’t forget your dessert, you deserved it for today.”

At that Jesse let out a slight groan as he started to fix himself a shake that Webster specifically designed for the cow. It was a heavy duty protein shake powder, mixed with heavy cream, two scoops of chocolate ice cream and three scoops of peanut butter. Jesse put all of the ingredients into a blender and mixed until it was a slushy mess of high calories and then poured it into a tall glass.

This was a recent task that Webster forced on Jesse, to add a little poundage to the cow’s frame as a reminder of Webster’s control over him. When Jesse first met Webster the young cow was a certified twink, but now as he looked down at his torso, there was a ring of flab clinging to his own gut, that was going to be difficult to work off…if he was ever allowed to work it off.

Once both desserts were ready Jesse presented the sundae to his gluttonous owner, Webster clapped his hands in a mocking playful manner as he took the serving bowl from Jesse and started chowing down with malicious glee.

There two furries sat, working through each of their sweet ice cream dishes. Even with Webster’s constant pace Jesse finished slurping down his shake first, Jesse sat there for a moment groaning in forced hedonistic pleasure as he rubbed his stomach to alleviate the frozen pressure inside of him.

Taking that as a cue, Webster’s hungry eyes darted from the T.V to Jesse and cooed, “oh cow boy, it’s time to serve your dom as I finish my Sundae.”

Webster placed the popcorn bowl down on one of the trays as he began rocking back and forth in his seat, building up momentum to stand up with a staggered step as the couch creaked and groaned in sweet relief.

Once he stood up Webster slid off his tighty whities that were practically embedded into his thick hips. Once fully naked, Webster slapped his ass as he pointed on the couch where he wanted Jesse to be, right in the middle of the cushion’s depression.

Jesse gulped and shuddered with anticipation with what his goat master was ordering him to do. The obedient cow slowly made his way to the sofa, got undressed, knelt down and crawled underneath Webster’s thick legs and rested the back of his head onto the smooshed cushion. Looking upwards Jesse saw the ceiling which was being eclipsed by Webster’s fat ass. With one last devilish smirk Webster spread his cheeks wide open and began his controlled crash back onto the couch, enveloping Jesse’s head completely. The cascading orange fur of the goat faded into black as the sweaty fur and fat blocked out Jesse’s eyes and ears.

Between the combination of the weight, the blocking out sight, the goat’s musk, and the incredible knowledge of what was actually being done to him, it caused the small cow to be overtaken by arousal. His heart began to race as he took his first breath under the nearly suffocating mass, each huff, each inhale, of Webster’s ass only fueled Jesse even more in an increasing spiral of subjection and pleasure.

Jesse’s dick started to twitch and expand as his face was getting pressed into the couch cushion. Jesse tried to stroke his cock but because of the petite size and Webster’s gigantic mass, the cow’s arms were pinned down from the goat’s thighs. That did not stop him, as Jesse tried to reach down grabbing the clawing through Webster’s flab to reach his own groin.

That only caused Webster to spread his legs wide, moving Jesse’s desperate hands out to the side. The oppressive weight that soon increased as Webster leaned back to get more comfortable. That action caused Jesse to begin to squirm and helplessly kick his legs into the air. That kicking show caused Webster to laugh, as Jesse soon heard and felt the muffled laugh of the goat travel down into his pressed ears and vibrate into his skull.

That callous laugh only caused Jesse’s submissive drive to kick into gear as the cow tried to crane deeper Webster’s ass. Jesse started breathing heavily, doing anything he can do to hasten his sex fueled high to make his dick stand fully erect.

As Jesse’s cock stood tall the cow could feel a single dew drop of precum begin pushing its way out.

With that sign that an orgasm was not only possible but on the horizon, Jesse went into  a frenzy. Lifting his head up to dig deeper into Webster’s ass cheeks in lustful desperation, Jesse truly worshipped Webster’s ever growing mass with all of his face, savoring every moment and square inch, doing anything to push himself over the edge.

Just as he thought he was going to achieve a hands free climax, there was a shift in pressure on his head, just before he felt an ice cold mush getting applied to the entire length of his shaft, ruining the experience at the absolute last possible moment. With impodent frustration Jesse tried to scream in response but it got muffled by the goat’s ass he was just worshipping so much. That caused another bout of deep laughter to emerge from Webster as he leaned back and enjoyed the rest of his ice cream sundae.

And that is where they both stayed for the remainder of Webster’s dessert and well into the evening hours as Webster sat on top of Jesse and enjoyed his television shows. After a few hours the goat finally peeled himself from the couch.

Staggering back up he turned around to look down at the seat, where the once euthistic Jesse just stared up at the ceiling in an exhausted and defeated daze. As the calf came around to his senses, Webster just responded with, “Come on calf, it’s almost time for you to prepare my dinner.”

All Jesse could do was let out a small bleat of defeat and compliance.

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The Pig Show (Part 1)

It has been a few months since the official launch of The Pig Show and it showed. Under the guidance of Tobin and his, now, weekly live web broadcasts to all of your growing fans.

The continued popularity and financial success of the show resulted in Tobin funneling some of that money back into the show’s production value. It started with a better camera that recorded in Ultra HD and proper studio lighting and a boom mic to record your stomach gurgles. He even bought a mini fridge that he kept stock with thick ice cream bases whey shakes for the show sessions. 

After that Tobin moved on to props, soon every other week new packages were arriving at his place.He purchased jocks for him and you, outfitted you with suspenders, harnesses and a neoprene pig mask to wear during future broadcasts and photo shoots. The gear started to become costly since every few weeks after that Tobin had to place an order for a new pair of jocks because you outgrew it, a fact he would constantly tout online.

Tobin was even upping his presence over you and your fat ass more and more in the public space. He started pressuring you to keep your tighter shirts as you went out shopping with him and every time he would bring you to the local convenience store and order you to clean out the convenient store hot food displays. All while he was standing just over your shoulder as you were forced to stand there awkwardly as the store clerk rang up the half dozen cheeseburgers and whatever chicken tenders or pizza slices were left under the heat lamp. Then he would record you as you scarfed it down on the beach outside of the store for additional ‘extra content’ for the twitter account.

He even pressured you to take the work option to work from home, just like him. From there he had full control over you. Tobin would make you work and walk around the house with just your jock and suspenders most days and nothing else on the others. Throughout the day he would order delivery for you and make you drown every snack and meal with a tall glass of protein shake.

With both working from home and no commute to factor into it meant that your Pig Shows could go live early and go on longer. To spice things up Tobin switched between force feeding you shakes and solid foods, always with the intent to push your gut and your limit to the absolute limit over and over again through the sessions and weeks. There were some shows that were so intense that you couldn’t move after the camera went off, with your gut being so heavy and tight that it literally pinned you down until you could digest parts of your meal after a long food coma.

After a while of broadcasting, Tobin wanted it to be special. He sent the word out and built up hype for a special live showing of The Pig Show and placed a reservation at an All You Can Eat restaurant.

You were ordered to spend the full day fasting before your big show, soon three thirty rolled around and Tobin picked out your clothes, a plus Extra sized sweatpants with a failing elastic and an old t-shirt that you wore on your first date with Tobin. Now the shirt was so small on you that even on an empty stomach your massive gut protruded from the bottom, showing off a band of bare fatty flesh between the shirt and the sweatpants.

Once in your designated ‘going out‘ attire you lumbered behind Tobin he led you to his pickup truck and opened the passenger door. As you lifted yourself up to your seat, you felt the truck rocking back and forth as you settled into the seat. Once you squeezed your ass and monstrous gut into place, Tobin gave your stomach a soft pat before starting up the car and shifting it into gear and slowly accelerated out of the driveway and down the street.

You two were the first to arrive and once Tobin told the staff the reservation you two were led to the back of the restaurant, towards the biggest table they had. Walking past all rows of buffet food sizzling under the heat lamps made your stomach let out an audible growl of protest and hunger as you made your way to the table. Apparently the staff had to clear one segment of a room and put the two longest tables together to accommodate Tobin’s reservation. 

As you took your seat Tobin took no time to leave you at the table and make his way to the buffet. He grabbed two plates of the stacks and started to prowl his way through the aisles as he loaded up the plates with piles upon piles of food.

Starting with a base of fried rice one one and noodles on the other, he then started mounting piles and piles of meats, dumplings and pizza slices on top of that. He made his way back and slid you the two tall plates of food in front of you and your watering mouth. As you dug into your plate Tobin got up and went back to fix himself a third plate to himself, a small salad with light dressing.

As you ate people started trickling in towards your table. Apparently Tobin’s cover story for this evening was that it was your birthday party, since some greeted you with balloons with cartoon pigs on them as they wished you a Happy Birthday. They were all welcomed by Tobin as they took a seat at the table and every time they got up and made their own plate they also took the liberty of providing you with another tall plate of fried food, all so you didn’t have to get up from the table.

As the evening rolled on more and more people from the local side of your community were showing up at your table, some fans some were aspiring feeders and feedees, but they were all there for you. Each one provides you plates, free drinks as well as encouragement and jabs about you and your filling gut. One couple even brought a bottle of appetite enhancers, which Tobin immediately served to you and all of the other feedees there.

Tobin acted like he always did on stream, and acted as the host for the event, relying comments, stories, commands from the table towards you on top of live tweeting photos and video clips of the mountains of food you started putting away as he made sure that you kept going, plate after plate that was ‘generously donated’ from the table.

You felt a new wave of excitement at the prospect of eating and performing to a live audience. You were in the spotlight, everyone was here because of you and your feasting and as you looked up between plates, you noticed that there were always at least six pairs of eyes on you as you went to grab another plate. It didn’t take long for you to get into your well practiced rhythm of chewing and swallowing. Through the mouthfuls, the stack of empty plates in front of you began to grow taller and taller.

Despite your training and Tobin’s best efforts you reached your limit after the sixth or seventh plate. Once you finished that plate you lifted your fork in a dramatic fashion and let it drop and clatter onto the empty plate to the roar of the crowd. That is where you sat, basking while everyone at the table worked through their plates but always waiting for you to make room for another bite.

There was no need to get up or fetch another plate or drink, since Tobin was on the ball making sure that someone was always on their way back to the buffet also helped you out to get another plate of appetizers or get the attention of a waiter to bring you another soda or milkshake.

All of the guests had had their own books, phones and portable chargers. They were here for the long haul and committed to the event, and to see your got your money’s worth from the all you can eat buffet.

As the evening turned into night the guests became more and more rowdy, dropping any established facade that it was a birthday part as the cheers, jeers and chants after completing another plate. The party kept going for hours and hours. You ate so much good you had to make adjustments to your attire, untying your sweatpants for starters, freeing up some much needed space for your encroaching gut.

There you stayed, going through phases of stuffing yourself, resting as others took up the slack and ‘ate for the table’ as Tobin slipped you another appetite pill followed by the slowly regaining your hunger to tackle another few plates. All while as your gut expanded and rode against your old shirt. 

It was getting late and the restaurant staff were long past wary and started sliding your table dirty looks as they kept having to wait on the entire party that had long lost their own table manner in the craze of the moment. And you were so close to the goal.

At the last hour Tobin went up and gave you one last massive plate of food, while whispering into your ear, “hurry up pig, you got one last shot to show them all what you are”. That little whisper rekindled your appetite-enhanced hunger and you began to dig into this one final plate. Eating past the protest of your stomach and stuffing yourself to past your limits as your gut pushed further forward and out from under your taunt shirt

You let out a deep moan as the shirt hem creeps over the apex of your stomach, you keep chugging more and more, pushing yourself until your stomach pushes out and finally pushes the shirt past the top of your now firm gut. In a rush of sensation you felt the shirt material come rushing up your gut and bunching up with the rest of your shirt at your pecs.

Underneath the now retreated shirt was the most recent purchase that Tobin made with the show’s money. In big black blocky text the words “BIG HOG” was permanently tattooed on your stretched stomach, just above your belly button.

The party let out a huge roar at the sight of your new tattoo. They let out waves of hollers form the table, loud enough for every waiter and remainder staff to glare at all of you. You were too busy, letting out a series of belches and gasps as you felt everyone’s hands on you, all rushing to rub your now exposed gut as they whoops and cheered in celebration. 

After a while Tobin came swooping up besides you and eased you out of your chair. Staggering to your feet Tobin directed you towards the door as the crowd joined you, all chanting “BIG HOG! BIG HOG!” over and over again in a drunken and horny craze they followed behind you to the parking lot. 

It was a slow and slugger walk as you made your way to Tobin’s truck. Someone dashed ahead of you two and opened the passenger door, from your oncoming food coma you heard Tobin bark out, “Oh no, he was just on his way out from out growing that seat, here…” as you heard a beep from the truck and he followed up with, “pop the tailgate. We’ll load him in there.” That was met with a roar of hearty laughter as men started coming from behind to help Tobin. 

With still so much food in you, there was not much you could do to contribute the action, save for the tiniest little bunny hop when they counted down to lift. With a well-time countdown Tobin and the others were able to slowly lift you up to the truck.. It was a slow and sluggish struggle but soon enough they were able to get you off the ground and slide you into the bed of the truck, as you heard and felt the truck groan and sag as more of your weight was placed on it.

With help from the group, you were pulled and pushed to the center of the bed as you just stared at the starry night, too dumbfounded and stuffed to the brim to make any sense of what was happening around you. 

You heard Tobin thank everyone for attending and wished them the best, followed by feet walking away. You felt Tobin get into the driver side, rev up the engine and the small jostle as Tobin backed up and slowly drove you back home.

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You met Tobin on a gainer chatroom, he was nearby and absolutely perfect. He was only slightly taller than you, with pitch black hair and a build that suggested that he was a star football player during his high school years. But most important of all, he was absolutely wild at the idea of accepting you under his wing as he takes control over you, dictating when, where and what to eat.

It started with deciding to make all of your dates with him at restaurants. With every waiter he would always step in and order the sizes of your meals along with desserts for the two of you afterwards, while always leaving some leftovers on his own plate for you to finish off afterwards. Throughout the first few weeks he would push you farther and fatter than anything you’ve even gone by yourself.

After a while it was becoming clear the food that was offered by most restaurants weren’t enough for his standards nor your increasing gluttony, which was why he told you to meet him at his place for more intimate feeding sessions.

With you coming over directly to him after work, he had the control to prepare any meals he wanted for you to eat and craft them well beyond the healthy proportions. Under his roof, every big dinner was always topped off with deluxe ice cream sundaes with all of the toppings as well as a second course and after dinner late night snacks follow some tummy rubs and after dinner sex. 

He also took control of you in other ways while you were with him, ordering you to go back to those food chat rooms and type out exactly what you ate each day along with pictures of your bare stomach after every feeding session with him.   

During those weeks of frequently going over to his place you noticed that your clothes were tighter, especially around your waist and gut, in fact your entire body was taking on a new shape with new layers of fat accumulating everywhere. It was all thanks to Tobin’s constant encouragement and pushing as he served you bigger and bigger plates at dinner time.

It got so much that your stride started to get impacted, your steps became bogged down, more heavy footed with each passing day. When you first met Tobin you were able to easily keep up with him but now you had to make a conscious effort to do so as he eagerly led the way through the isles of a store as he gathered ingredients for his next meal with you.

Then it happened. After a long evening of binging you crossed a feedee milestone, your first busted button. Tobin went wild when he realized it happened, he whipped out his phone and went into a flurry, snapping pictures of your crotch from all angles, documenting the event. Then he followed it up by sharing the photos with all of the chat rooms he was in, as a mark of his accomplishments over you. 

Something clicked inside Tobin that day. After popping your button, he became more aggressive with your meal times, calling the dinners with you as ‘training sessions’ and he became more aggressive in pushing more and more food into you during those meals as well as increasing the dinner time binges until each meal he made for you took an hour to eat through. All for the sake of your ‘endurance’ he said. With more food, Tobin also started introducing whey protein shakes into your daily diet, you could never figure out what ingredients you used for the thick concoction, but he always assured you that it was ‘the most amount of calories he should cram into a liquid form’.

From there it wasn’t long until one day you arrived at his place and was greeted to him with a giant pitcher of whey shake and a tube. Soon the binging sessions changed, it was no longer about eating but providing the most effective amount of calories per session by stuffing you with nothing but the high calorie shakes over and over again.

You loved every moment of it. For the first time Tobin never left your side as you slurped and chugged how ever much he handed to you. He just stayed there, constantly rubbing your expanding gut and stroking your cock as you went through the whole pitcher, gulp by gulp.

It was then the flab started to really pile one like never before and with every pound you packed on Tobin became more adamant and determined with your diet as continued to constantly post more revealing pictures of your growing gut and even stepped it up sending out a few clips from your feasting. 

From his postings you became increasingly popular within the weight gain channels, to the point where Tobin decided to make a twitter account about you, documenting all the food and gains you were going through as well as a link for additional donations from your growing admirers. 

It was not much but all the money he raised from your hedonistic acts went straight into busting your gut with more dishes, foods, and shakes throughout your day. Soon you there was no fear in either one of you running out of whey shake powder anytime soon and on top of that there was enough dough that Tobin could send you additional hot meals and snacks anytime of the day while you were at work, all delivered straight to your desk.

Everything he did was all building up to a fabled ‘main event’ he kept hyping up, whatever that meant, only promising to tell you more once he believed you were ‘ready for it’.

With the continuous meals delivered directly to you whenever Tobin decided, you began to experience noticeable changes to your body as well. On top of the bigger gut, you started to develop long stretch lines that Tobin made sure was highly publicized ‘because of the financial help of the FLABous community’.

Then a few weeks beyond that Tobin texted you Thursday night, ordering you to not each a single bite of food tomorrow as well as instructing you to clear your weekend schedule with a follow up tweet that only states, “It’s time big boy”

It was absolute agony following Tobin’s orders, you forgot how long it has been since you had a specially made Tobin protein shake on your way to work, nor the last time you missed out on an impressively large hot meal for lunch followed by another ‘afternoon snack’ of the same size.

You made sure to arrive first thing in the morning on Saturday at his place and no sooner did you ring the doorbell, Tobin swung open the door and grabbed by your shirt strained collar and dragged you into the place leading you directly into his bedroom. Caught in your usual daze of excitement and arousal, you just let Tobin glide you to where he wanted to be. You stood there as Tobin’s greedy hands moved around your body, unbuttoning your shirt revealing your empty gut, undoing your pants and after a quick jiggle of your rolls, pushed you on to his extra wide bed. Like most recent sessions Tobin went to each side and brought your hands up to the headrest and restrained them in place with some handcuffs attached to the bed, added by a particularly horny fan that said he would pay for the gear in exchange for a photo shoot.

From there Tobin ducked out of the room and practically skipped down the hallway. You heard the distant and familiar sound of the fridge opening and closing followed by the staggered steps as Tobin came back into the room with a big and sturdy five gallon orange plastic cooler that sloshed slightly as it swayed with every step. It took a bit of effort, even for Tobin, but he managed to hoist it onto the small stand next to the bed.

This was the first time you have ever seen him use a cooler of that size before and your body started to squirm at the implications. Ducking under the bed he retrieved the familiar thick clear plastic tube and started to fasten it to the bottom of the cooler and bring the other end to your mouth. 

From your fixed position you saw Tobin lean over and press down on the cooler’s facet and tape it in place. Craning your neck over, you eventually saw the creamy white shake slowly slide out of the cooler and creep slowly down the tube and into your mouth. The taste of familiar Tobin whey shake coated your tongue and continued to pour in, filling your mouth.

Your eyes roll back into your head with pleasure as your mouth begins to fill up with more and more of the chilly shake until you had to swallow the mouthful down. You could feel the cold wave slide down your throat into your empty stomach with your own moan of pleasure. By then the tube was already halfway done filling up your mouth again at the same unrelenting pace.

After that first moment of pleasure you had to quicken your swallowing and pacing to get the next few mouthfuls of whey shake under control. You almost choked but after a bit of sputtering you reined it in and maintained control. 

You were able to find the rhythm of swallowing the meal, taking moments to savor the experience, and of course allowed time to breathe. As you discovered your ideal pattern you quickly got lost in the exhilaration of the moment as you kept swallowing more and more at it as the steady flow of the shake kept marching on the same pace. “Yes, that’s right keep going. Find your balance… there you go” Tobin cooed to you as you struggled to get the right rhythm going.

As you were basking in yourself, you heard more movement from Tobin as he moved to the foot of the bed which was obscured by your own flabby stomach. You didn’t want to crane your neck around too much in fear of loosening the tube and spilling your precious shake everywhere.

Just as he was done moving, a light illuminated from the far end of the room as he fiddled around with something, then soon started talking, as if to a theater full of people,

“Welcome one and all! I’m glad you could. I’ve given you all tastes and nibbles of what I’ve done to my pig of a sub but this time….oh this time we’re going full hog tonight! I have the not-so-little sub tied up,” you felt a playful slap on the underside of your gut at that remark “and tonight we are going to fill him up and keep him topped off ALL DAY LONG! You can see from everything behind me, I have it all set up right here!”

Tobin paused as he grabbed the source of the  light and walked over to the head of the bed to reveal him holding his phone with LED flash shining bright. The camera phone panned over your naked groin and gut, then towards the cooler. Tobin lifted the lid and knocked on the side a few times, then followed the faint sloshing sound. 

Tobin then brought the phone down to focus on the valve that was still pouring out the shakes and then he pivoted, following the tube down and then up to your face. “Look everyone, Piggy’s first face revealed!” Tobin taunted with a hunger in his voice.

Even by closing your eyes shut, the light was still too uncomfortable to look, instinctively your hands tried to cover your face but failed as they uselessly rattled on the bed restraints. In a futile attempt you were just left with trying to turn your head from side to side, finding an angel to best hide yourself from the revealing camera light. That was met with a laugh from Tobin.

He panned back over your again, pausing to grab a handful of your slowly filling belly and gave it a shake that caused deep ripples that you felt spread all across your massive body. Tobin then resumed back to the foot of the bed as he set down the phone, judging from the lights it was still facing straight at you.

He then laid out to the unknown number of audience members the game plan:

You were going to be strapped to the bed, pumped full of Tobin’s special weight gain formula and only that.  He then revealed that he has been tracking how much you have normally binged to get yourself filled up. On top of that, he recorded how long it took for you to eat more once you hit your limit and how much you consumed to get you back up to full again. He followed up with a joke about he was constantly readjusting the numbers because you kept stretching the gut more and more after every binge.

With all that spelled out, you flashed back to all of the times he made you pig out and then always prodded you with more shakes in those measured plastic shaker bottles. Hearing all of that laid out like that blindsided you for a moment, caught in a daze of pure amazement and astonishment. He managed to do all of that behind your back, without you ever catching on.

It stunned you so much that you forgot to swallow and the shake started pooling up, just barely making it past your lips before you came back to your senses  and quickly redoubled your efforts to get the surplus feed back under control. 

And true to his word it all happened the way he laid it out. 

Initially he just stood off to the side, as the camera was pointed at you and your ballooning belly. Occasionally he would read off a comment or answer a question from the stream’s chatroom. Whenever Tobin read off an extremely lewd comment that either complimented your growing form or that was highlighting the extreme embarrassment of your situation your body instinctively squirmed. 

All you could do was stay on your back, confined to the bed while helplessly slurping down the steady stream of shake.  Tobin would always make sure to step in and give your stomach a squeeze and a shake or caress your cock to keep it from falling below half mast. Considering everything leading up to this scenario, it was not a difficult take for either one of you to accomplish. 

You soon felt your stomach ache from the familiar strain of a full gut of food pressing all out and all around, that was when the stream began to wane down, ever so slightly. With the pressure inside of you began to build, the stream of fattening liquid continued to lessen. It soon became a trickle and just as you thought that you were going to burst the cooler finally ran dry, just as you grazed upon your physical limit. ‘Whoa,’ you thought to yourself, ‘he wasn’t lying, he actually measured the actual limit down to the ounce.’ Through your own food induced haze you let out a victorious moan of pleasure and conquest. 

Following your cue, Tobin chimed in, “Looks like we just finished it all off, give him a hand everyone!” A few moments later of silence he followed up with a “I really wish you could see the chat, they are going WILD right now.” That comment sparked a bit of kinky pride from within you and you responded the only way you could, by tilting your hips from side to side allowing your now full gut to sway along with the motion. As you did that you could feel the shake of the bed as well as the shake sloshing inside of you.

Your little dance was met with a hearty chuckle from Tobin as he said, “Good Pig”.

Tobin then spoke to the audience again “Folks, we got a full tank here, let’s give him five minutes to allow him to settle down before we open up the fundraising and stretch goals. Again, it’s five dollars for your message written on any part of him and $25 for a message and to extend the duration of the stream. Don’t worry everyone, I made plenty of shakes just like this to keep him nice and full no matter how long we go.”

So you stayed there, strapped to the bed as Tobin continued to interact with the chat as he started to approach the bed, you felt the felt tip marker on you as he started writing the messages that the chat paid to have on your body. 

Since there was no way to look over your gut you couldn’t make out most of the messages written on you but between the hypersensitivity of your stretched out gut and some of the marker’s repetition, you were able to make out a few phrases. It looked like, “PIG’, ‘HOG’, ‘FAT’ and ‘SLOB’ were the most popular words.

Not far after that Tobin’s watch started beeping. At that he said “Oh, hang tight everybody it’s time to top off the tank”. With that he left, walking out to go back to the kitchen leaving you alone with the on going live camera feed. An awkward minute arises as you just laid there. No music, no voices, nothing. 

With nothing going on, you took a gamble and decided to put on your own show for the viewers.

You let out a loud moan through your tube, rattled the chains on your wrists as you kicked your legs, as you tried to put on a convincing display of you writhing against your restraints. Following that you swayed your hips back and forth, left to right again, letting your gut rock and sway with the movement. 

Then, in a true act of hedonism, you readied your legs underneath you, lifted your hips and arched your lower back up into the air, which caused your belly to shift and roll up to your pecs. Once in position you started to hump the air a half dozen times, feeling your stomach bounce along with it. Exhaustion began to take you as you crashed back down onto the bed panting heavily. As you caught your breath, you spied from the corner of your eye Tobin returning back to the room, holding a medium sized plastic container.

“Oh were you keeping our viewers entertained while I was gone? How considerate.” he moved toward the set up and chuckled to himself and followed up with a “….What’s this ‘flying pig’ they keep going on about?” with a sly tone in his voice. He then approached you with the thing he walked in with, a clear container filled with high calorie shake and slowly poured it into the cooler. As he did it he whispered to you, “Whatever you just did, it just added three more hours to the stream.”

You began to comprehend the haunting fact that you didn’t quite have any idea how long this was supposed to go, nor how much time did the chat decide to extend with their donations. Just as you were about to try to puzzle out all the time Tobin thanked or commented on a donation and weighed it against the numerous messages on your body, the chilly shake flowed through the tube and into your mouth.

From there the day continued like that for the rest of the day, cycling between Tobin feeding you until you hit your limit, then moving on to entertaining the chat by taking requests for new messages to be written on your body then playing with your body for the people’s amusement. Whenever the timer on his watch would go off he would excuse himself to get another tub of the stuff. It kept going like that, endlessly rotating through each of those stages with only slight stream intermission for you to be freed for bathroom breaks.

You remained chained and fed for hours and when it was done, there was no more daylight shining through the window. Tobin thanked the virtual crowd and finally you were allowed to leave the bedroom, practically waddling as you got off of the bed and walked down the hallway. Tobin handed over your spare set of Pj’s as you put it you felt the shirt and pants be noticeably snug against your belly, which was now as tight as a drum.

As Tobin walked you to the living room and eased you to the couch, if only for the change of view. Despite doing nothing but eating you felt exhausted and you were about to drift to sleep Tobin whispered into your ear, “There was no way we went through all the hours that was bought during that stream. I expect you to bring your A game next week when we do it again and try to finish that debt off.”

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