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Mommy's Worried About Your Weight
Chapter 12
Slowly you wipe the sleep from your eyes. In a robotic voice the computer once again asks, “What are you?”. As you bite your lower lip you realize your heart is racing. You know the answer to this question from yesterday. It’s not anxiety that keeps you from speaking, it’s that you know what you’re about to say is the truth. You’ve eaten yourself into such a state that you’re more of a pig than a person. No person would sit here content to be subdued. Yet here you are, penned like a livestock and if you’re being honest with yourself loving every moment of it.
Your old life feels so far away. As you count the times you’ve slept in your head you surmount that you’ve been here for less than a week. How could so much change in such a short period of time? A large grumble emanates from the sack of lard that hangs heavily from your midsection. As you’re about to speak you stagger backwards in bed as a painful shock is issued from the collar. It would seem that you’ve taken too long to answer the computer.
“I’m a pig!”, you squeal out in pain.
“What do you need?”, the computer asks.
Your gurgling gut demands that you answer only one way. Meekly you say, “Food.”
A green checkmark appears. You’ve seemingly answered correctly. If that is what that even means. As the wall begins to move once more you’re overwhelmed by the scents of delicious smelling breakfast pastries. Your mouth begins to water and you can’t help but start to drool. Your belly roars with anticipation. A pain you’ve never felt before overtakes you. It feels like if you don’t eat your stomach will literally eat itself.
This time a table appeared from the wall closer to the bed. All you need to do is swing your legs off of the side and you’ll be able to feast. You struggle more than you thought that you would to move your sizable bulk into a sitting position. When did rolling over become so hard? These were thoughts for another time you think as you begin shoveling pastries into your greedy maw.
Some of the pastries are savory and others sweet. They’re delicious, decadent, and rich. You feel yourself getting fatter with every bite. That makes you so very horny. Getting horny just makes you even hungrier. Unable to stop yourself, you continue shoveling eggs, bacon, sausage, chocolate chip banana pancakes drowning in butter and maple syrup, Belgium waffles done in a similar fashion, ham steaks, back bacon, steak tips, grits, home fries… Moaning in pleasure with every calorie laden bite. This is truly hog heaven! All of your dreams of being a kept pig have come true. Damnable chastity belt! How you wish you could touch yourself as you gorge on all of this food. Looking down you see how close your belly is to the edge of the table. You chuckle to yourself around a bite of food that you might not be able to reach in this position. Have you truly gotten this fat this fast?
With the hand you’re not using to keep the constant supply of food going from the table to your mouth, you begin to explore your body. Although you’ve only been here less than a week you feel fatter than you’ve ever been before. Where you were jiggly you’re now taunt with fat. You wonder just how many calories are you being fed? You seem to be gaining rapidly. This thought just makes you even more aroused. You squeal more like a pig than a person in frustration and lust.
The computer comes on once again, “Eat to cum.”
Jostling your huge gut makes a huge burp rip forth from your throat. Another follow suit. You feel slightly less full and that gives you a second wind. You’re determined to make it through this table of food and get your sweet release. You eat like someone possessed or that of an eating machine. Caring not for texture or taste, only thinking about how much you need to cum.
You’re barely able to swallow by the time you finish the last sausage. You can feel the calorie onslaught causing your body to go into a post glut stupor. “Please”, you desperately beg. “Pig ate, release now?”, you plead. You notice a glow coming from under your overstuffed and overfilled gut. Carefully you push your belly to the side. The chastity belt seems to be glowing. Suddenly waves of pleasure wash over you. Your overstimulated body is unable to process intense pleasure on the back of being so very full. As you orgasm you fall forward into the table and pass out.
The sound of someone clearing their throat wakes you. Your whole body aches. As you take in the scene you understand why. You passed out and fell forward into the table. Your poor bloated gut was pinned between it and the bed. As you try to look up to see who’s in the room you wince in pain. Sleeping in that position did your poor overfed lard engorged body no favors.
You manage to look up into the dimly lit room. As your eyes focus you are shocked to see it's your Mom! What do you do?
