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Mommy's Worried About Your Weight
Chapter 7
Your Mom gasps as she walks into the room. She’s caught you pleasuring yourself! Your face flushes with embarrassment as you orgasm. You struggle to catch your breath. You’ve truly become out of shape. Pleasuring yourself shouldn’t make you sound like a dog panting away on a hot summer's day. Laying back on the pillow you close your eyes and drift off to sleep.
You’re startled awake as you feel a painful wack on your overfilled and overfed belly. “What do you think you’re doing?”, your Mother says sternly.
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself!”, you say all flustered.
“Tisk, tisk… Couldn’t help yourself? You’re a human not an animal. You should be able to show restraint. To use your will power. If you want to act like a pig then I’ll treat you like a pig! Now wrap this blanket around your fattened body and get in the car!”, she says adamantly.
You try to inquire as to what is going on but you’re quickly shutdown. You feel too full to move but you attempt to comply to the best of your diminished ability. You don’t want to anger Mom any further.
You can feel your flabby body jiggle with every step you descend. Even going downstairs feels like a lot of effort. You hate the way standing feels. If you could laze about all day in bed you would. You let your mind wander to what a magnificent life that would be. A kept Piggy getting to openly glut themselves on anything and everything. Growing fatter and fatter for a feeder. You can feel yourself starting to get aroused as you reach the front door. Wrapping the blanket tightly around yourself you do as instructed and make your way to the car.
By the time you make it to the car you’re exhausted. It really is shocking how out of shape you’ve become. It’s like your body has given up on making muscle and now only produces fat. You muse that you are what you eat. You’re stuffed through and through and yet the thought of food somehow wets your appetite. How you’ve changed. You used to have so much self control. Now you’re powerless to say no to food.
As the minutes pass you rest your head against the cool passenger side window. Comfortable enough to drift off to sleep only to be rudely awoken sometime later by your Mom opening the car door and you almost falling out. “Pigs ride in the back.”, she says matter-of-factly.
You heft your bulk out of the car and switch to the back seat. You attempt to inquire as to what is going on but Mother cuts you off telling you that pigs don’t talk. Slumping down in the backseat you attempt to get comfortable. Eventually you do and drift off to sleep.
When you wake up the room is totally black. You’re definitely not in the car anymore. What do you do?
