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Subject #5, Chapter 5
“I’m such a pig”, you murmur.
“Pig isn’t a strong enough word to describe what you’ve done to yourself. You’ve eaten yourself into such a state! It takes four of my girls to heave up that massive quivering sack of lard you call your “belly”. You’re no Pig. You’re a super super morbidly obese Hog that’s pathetically addicted to the funnel. As soon as your eyes locked onto that mouthpiece you almost started drooling. You’re no longer capable of eating to simply sustain yourself. No, you’ve stretched your poor overfed, overfilled, and overworked gut out to the point where you can only FEED. Gulp after gulp of calorie packed supersizing slop.”, the fattest sow says matter of factly.
Tugging on your bulging belly hang she leans in close before speaking again, “This is why you can’t reach your own cock. You’ve eaten yourself to the point where you’re more of a Hog than a man. Men live for their cocks. Their manhood is their pride and joy and yet you’ve covered yours completely in lard. It took two of my girls to search for that tiny bit of hardness completely engulfed in lard. That’s right, it takes a whole team of women to be able to find your cock. You should be embarrassed. I would be embarrassed if I’d let myself get as big as you.”
The fattest sow stands showing you her big beautiful body. If you had to hazard a guess, she’s about 400lbs. Her heavy hanging udders barely contained within her tight baby pink lingerie. A big double belly hangs heavily past her pussy. Her thong is consumed by an ass that’s big enough to sit a plate on it.
She sways her big body seductively and you feel your cock throb somewhere underneath the sea of lard. The fattest sow nods to the other pig-girls and they join her in a slow seductive dance of flabby flesh. One of them asks the fattest sow, “Does this Hog really want to see us, or does he just want the funnel again?”.
You feel your cock twitch at the word funnel. Maybe you have become pathetically addicted to chugging calories and the aftermath that ensues. That feeling of being so full that you can’t seem to catch your breath. Unable to clearly focus on anything as your vision swims and your heart races. Your poor body is desperately trying to process the persistent calorie onslaught.
“Your body can only process so many calories. After a point it simply turns them all into FAT.”, the fattest sow says as she jiggles one of your meaty moobs.
The fattest sow turns towards the other pig-girls before speaking, “I want each of you to compare your breasts to this Hog’s fattened chest. I bet his moobs are bigger than most of your boobs!” The girls begin lining up to compare their udders to your flabby moobs. To your embarrassment your chest is bigger than most of the girl’s chests. Only the fattest sow’s udders are bigger.
The fattest sow pulls out a cellphone from between her heavy hanging udders. She presses a few buttons and then turns the screen towards you. You’re shocked to see the man that you used to be. The thin athlete that was the quarterback in highschool. It all seems like a lifetime ago.
The fattest sow turns the phone towards her before speaking, “I can’t believe this used to be you! How the hell did you go from that to THIS?! You’re totally out of control. Maybe that’s why the smarties back at the lab think you’re something special. It’s quite the feat to have packed on this much blubber in such a short amount of time. You’d think you were an animal fattening itself for hibernation. You’re a man masquerading as a Hog. If you want to be a hog so badly then we’ll treat you like one.”
The fattest sow snaps her fingers and you feel yourself getting dizzy. As your vision returns you are no longer surrounded by plush pillows and pretty girls. You’re face down in mud. As you try to right yourself you find that your body is too heavy for you to lift. You can make out fencing and a trough in front of you. You’re in some kind of pigpen. You can feel your fat being pushed to the sides of you. Your stomach aches from all of the weight being pressed down upon it in its recently funneled state. This only makes you feel like more of a hog. Your cock twitches somewhere far below where you can feasibly reach. You moan pathetically and try to call for help.
You see the fattest sow with overalls over her lingerie. It’s quite the look and you feel your balls ache for release. You try to focus as she starts to speak, “Okay girls, raise him up!”
To your shock and horror your super super obese body begins to lift from the ground. It’s at this point that you notice a harness has been attached to you. Somewhere close you hear machinery whining. They must be lifting you with a crane. What do you do?
