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Mommy's Worried About Your Weight
Chapter 13
You feel utterly pathetic as you try to heft your bulk. You look up at your mom meekly before speaking. “Please help me into a sitting position Mom? I can’t seem to move all of this.”, you say shyly as you jiggle your ever growing gut for emphasis.
You Mom shakes her head at you in disapproval before speaking into a small black box on the lapel of her lab coat. “I need at least two strong orderlies in room number five stat. This pig can’t seem to lift itself into a sitting position. I don’t want to pull my back trying to heft this hog!”, your mother says sternly.
You’re shocked by the chill in your Mother’s voice. You’ve never heard her sound so cold and clinical. You try to right yourself and you’re unable to. Out of shape and wracked with pain you’re powerless to fix your current position. You feel your cheeks flush with embarrassment. This isn’t how you envisioned seeing your Mom again. Staring up at your mom you whimper pathetically. “Pleeeease…”, you whine.
The wall shifts once more and a doorway appears. You hear your mother utter finally under her breath as two very large men in white uniforms appear. They each look to be around 6’5” (196 cm) in height. If you had to hazard a guess you’d say they each weighed around 200 lbs (91 kg) of pure muscle. These two look like they just casually strolled out of the pages of a bodybuilding magazine. Your cheeks flush at the harsh comparison.
The two men position themselves to either side of you. They firmly grasp your flabby body. You can feel their powerful hands sinking into the thick layer of fat that engulfs you. As you feel your cheeks burning with embarrassment something else starts to tingle as well. What have you let yourself become? Turned on by how incredibly out of shape and useless you’ve become. You couldn’t even lift your own fattened form to a sitting position. You’ve become too weak, too docile, too addicted to be able to help yourself.
You squeal in pain as the two men roughly set you upright. Although you did nothing to lift yourself you find yourself out of breath. They turn towards your Mother and say, “There you go mam. Can we be of further service?” Your mother shakes her head and the two men leave without saying another word. She then turns her attention back to you. You feel such a mix of emotions surge through you; hunger, lust, embarrassment, and a touch of fear. Your Mother has always had a way of making you feel like a deer in the headlights.
“What do you have to say for yourself?”, your Mother says sharply.
“I… uh… M..om… I me..an…”, you stutter.
“Enough!”, your Mom barks.
You clamp your mouth shut obediently.
“I’ve been observing you here at the center these last few weeks.”, she says calmly.
There, a measure of time! So, you’ve been here three weeks. As you feel your double chin sag against your chest you wonder just how much weight you’ve put on during that time. You feel so fat and unfit. Your memory is hazy as to how many times you’ve passed out after glutting yourself like the insatiable pig you now are. You hear your Mother speaking again and try to focus your attention on her. That ever growing gut has other plans. It begins to growl loudly. The pain distracts you from focusing on what she’s saying to you. Before you can stop yourself you blurt out, “Please feed me. I’m so hungry that it hurts. I need to be fed. Please Mom, I’m so hungry that I can’t focus on what you’re saying. I need to eat!”, you say with frustration. To the average person that frustration comes across as whining. You can see that your Mom isn’t impressed.
“Drop the slop.”, your Mother says coldly.
A tube with a mouth piece on the end falls limply from the ceiling. You don’t have to be told what to do. The pig inside you compels you to put your mouth onto the mouthpiece and start to suck. You feel a lukewarm liquid fill your mouth. It’s the most delicious thing you’ve ever tasted. You can’t get enough. You moan around the mouthpiece and grab your fat body absentmindedly. Kneading your own lard drives your hunger and lust.
Despite the feeling of fullness building in your overfilled stomach you greedily slurp down the slop as if you haven’t eaten in weeks. Fuller than you’ve ever felt before you continue to try to painfully gulp down the delicious slop.
“Enough”, your Mother says in the same flat tone as before. She pauses before she speaks again. For a split second a mix of emotions plays across her face. “So, it’s true then…”, she says and then pauses. “After all of these years of searching. Who would've thought that the perfect pig would come from my own flesh?”, she says in awe.
You’re having trouble focusing on her words in your post glut stupor. It feels as if you’ve filled yourself to the absolute brim. It feels as if there’s slop threatening to spill into your esophagus from your overfilled and overstretched stomach. You want to rub your poor stomach but you’re too tired to even lift your flabby limb.
Through drooping eyelids you see your Mom press a button on the black box on her lapel. Your eyes snap open as you squeal in pleasure. The belt preventing you from touching yourself seems to have another purpose. You’re in complete sensory overload as you oink and squeal your way to orgasm. Utterly spent you feel your chin slam into your chest. You try to focus as drool escapes your lips.
The collar around your neck lets out a painful shock and your eyes snap open as you squeal out in pain. Your mother slaps your overfilled gut and you squeal again in a mix of pleasure and pain. She lifts your flabby chin and makes you look her in the eyes. “I need you to listen to me now. What I’m about to tell you is going to change your life. Do you understand? If you understand then nod yes.”, she says calmly.
You nod yes with what little energy you have left.
“This is why I was so worried about your skyrocketing weight Sweetie. When you came back from only a semester at college supporting more than your freshman 15, I knew that you were different. I tried not to interfere until it was unavoidable. Once I saw your flagrant disregard for human standards had become so pronounced so quickly that you could be the one. I can see from the look on your face that you’re asking one what? You only have to look to yourself for that answer.
Look at what you’ve done to yourself. You’ve put on nearly 20 lbs (9 kg) in a little under three weeks. You can feel it can’t you? The way your body is ballooning with lard. You'll double your weight within the year. You don’t care. In fact you want more; more food, more fat, and more pleasure. You are the perfect pig, my Sweet.
I’ve spent my whole life studying feedism and what drives a person to willingly become a human hog. We’re hoping that you will be able to answer that question. You are no longer my family. You are a pig now. As such you will be referred to as Subject #5.
Subject #5, you will be subjected to an extreme feeding regimen with the goal of testing the limits of the human body. Understanding what drives your insatiable need to feed.”, she pats your gut affectionately as she finishes speaking and stands.
“Good bye my Sweet”, she says softly. By the time she does you’re already fast asleep.
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