Day 9

An ongoing gainer series.

Warning: Contains bondage, dom/sub,, force feeding, tube feeding, some filth, immobility, and darker themes.

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Day 9

By Lardfill, July 30, 2022

“Please… stop. I can’t do it anymore… no more…”

Cook just laughed at me as he stroked his greased cock with his hands and pushed with passionate thrusts of his hips. His cock head was poking into my underbelly, deep into a newly formed overlap of blubber that sagged down onto my bare lap. His grinding hips jiggled and pulled at the spherical ball of my overfilled stomach, sloshing the two gallons of fluid inside of it and causing me to have silent burps that were pure grease at the back of my throat. I felt sick and drained of all my energy. I thought I was dying.

“Just let it soak in…” he whispered, reading my thoughts based on my facial expressions. “You’re not dying, you’re just getting adjusted to what life is for you now.”

“No… please… It’s so pantell…” I shook my head and corrected myself. “PAINFUL! Painful! It’s painful… you asshole. Why are you doing this to me?”

After a week of hypnosis and mental scrambling, I was finding it difficult to find the right words to say. Sometimes the entire sentence came out of my mouth wrong, a garbled mess for Cook to laugh at. He was destroying me from the inside out.

“You’re such a fat pig,” Cook teased. “You need this. You want this. Maybe it’s time to go back on the hypnotherapy?”

“No! Please! I wish I never wemps with you,” I sputtered out, not realizing that I had misremembered another word.

My mind was already such a confused mess and it had only been a week. I was terrified at how much I had been corrupted, but also thrilled by it. Cook kept my cock hard, toying me along from one gallon of slop to the next. I was barely able to stay conscious, but most of my waking moments were spent with a throbbing erection that was begging to cum. I was rarely able to keep from passing out before orgasm as my belly filled tighter and tighter, creating a massive backlog of sexual tension that I was desperate to unload. I couldn’t stop sucking on an extra tube that Cook had placed in my mouth so the days of brainwashing had me being doubly tube fed, through both my nose and my mouth now.

I had no control over the rate of the nasal-fed tube but I had complete control over the weight gain shakes that drained into my mouth when I sucked the thicker tube, and I constantly sucked from it, even though it just made the pressure in my belly even greater. I couldn’t resist the hypnotic urges to suck more and I couldn’t deny the fact that it caused my dick to dribble pre-cum with every suck.

The powerful urge to suck harder and grow bigger kept overpowering the desire to stop the pain and recover my life from this depraved situation. I had a hard time focusing on things that should have mattered to me more. I would panic when suddenly remembering that I hadn’t been in contact with anyone in over a week. People would worry. They must be looking for me.

“You’re not going anywhere, piggy.” Cook said, somehow reading my mind again. “Buy if you did somehow get out of here, you’d be able to drive your car back home, easily.”

I looked at him curiously.

“Your car is still parked at the cliffs. No one has put out any notice that you’re missing. I hear them talking at your work when I go for my daily coffee… you know what they say?” Cook asked to my pale, bloated face. “Nothing. They replaced you and no one is concerned. Apparently, your family told them you moved away.”

I looked like a deer in the headlights. He laughed in my face and slipped the blindfold down over my eyes before they could tear up.

“Please! No! Not again!” I screamed out as I felt him fitting the headphones down over my ears and then patted my belly as I was pulled back into silence and blackness.

I waited for the hypnosis audio to play, but it didn’t. The noise-cancelling headphones blocked out all sound so all I heard was my heart beating and the flurry of gurgling sounds happening as my body began another week of digestive overload. I listened to the churning sounds of all the work that my stomach and intestines were doing and found it oddly soothing as the rest of the world was blocked out.

The pain began to subside as time passed in sensory deprivation, but the silence was becoming almost as torturous as the hypnosis and mind scrambling had been. Something began to change in the darkness. My mind started drifting and I was seeing colours and movement in the darkness of the blindfold. I felt different. Something wasn’t right - Cook must have put something in my feed.

I could feel every inch of my body - my skin was tingling with elevated sensation, and I could trace every stretch mark mentally from it. I could feel the new plumpness in my groin, which I realized was hairless now - I could feel the bare skin exposed to the air. I could feel bare skin everywhere. I was sure that I was hairless. I could feel eyebrows on my face but the rest of my hair was gone, at least it felt like there was no hair left. Cook must have removed all my hair at some point. I must have looked like a pig - soft and smooth, bloated and fat.

Suddenly there was a hot wetness gliding down my cock. I moaned out as it slipped down and then back, flicking at the tip of my cock playfully. Cook was doing his usual routine again, but whatever he had drugged me with made every movement grab me deeper than I had ever felt before. It was like ten blowjobs layered together. I was suddenly in a state of bliss as my senses overcompensated and my sense of touch went beyond its conceived limits. His tongue played me like an instrument, causing me to suck harder on the tube in my mouth. I sucked greedily and wildly. I didn’t feel any pressure or pain, just pleasure.

Minutes passed before I was suddenly sweating buckets. Cook had left my cock to lick firmly at my belly and then playfully nibbled on my newly grown fat deposits around my fat pad. I sucked on the tube more but it bulged my cheeks out, abruptly unable to swallow. A torrent of creamy gainer shake spewed down my chin and over my chest and belly. I tried to suck on the tube again but it again gurgled out from my mouth.

I felt the large tube being pulled from my lips and then the headphone was pried up slightly so Cook could whisper in my ear, “Better take that tube away from you before you hurt yourself. You’re absolutely full… right to the brim. Can’t you feel it, piggy? Cant you feel that you’re about to burst?”

He licked my belly again, diving his tongue into my bellybutton and I instantly felt the overwhelming consequences of sucking down so much when my stomach was already so full.

“Let’s keep you topped off at this point for a week or two, let yourself stretch some more before we push you further.”

With that, the headphone sealed back against my ear and I slipped back into the silence and darkness. I could feel his tongue swirling around my cock head, flicking at it and occasionally swallowing it whole slowly before my body couldn’t hold it in anymore. I was too exhausted and weak to even buck my hips as the cum pathetically dribbled out of my softening cock. I was drooling mindlessly from the sensation, laying there without a thought in my brain as Cook lapped up my seed and kept pushing his face deep into my underbelly.

I let the hallucinations carry me into a sleep filled with nightmarish dreams that kept venturing into fantasies and desires of extreme obesity. I kept seeing visions of myself after months of this treatment - a horrific pile of lard unable to lift an arm from all the heavy folds of fat weighing it down. I saw my hairless bloated face covered in pimples and grease and gasped as I watched my features warp and distort into a hideous pig face with an upturned nose and eyes puckered shut from all the fat swelling up from under my skin.

I kept looking at myself as I continued to expand. My nipples swelled and pried wider and wider, dribbling cream as they touched the floor on either side of my belly. My belly flesh spilled out rapidly across the floor in a wave of blubber that slapped the surface loudly. A wet squeak of greasy skin dragging on tile floor, filling the room as my voluminous ass expanded and pushed apart in both directions. I could see the pressure building. My pig face was sinking into the flesh. I was growing too fast. I could hear the squealing cries of a pig coming from my mouth.

The hallucination continued and I felt like I could actually feel the expanse of flesh pressing into me, pushing into my cock and swallowing it so I could hump and fuck it. I looked at myself directly in the squinting pig eyes and began eating myself. I gobbled huge mouthfuls of soft delicate lard and it tasted like butter on my tongue - smooth and silky, rich and creamy. I opened my jaw and sucked in, watching the massive pig version of myself slip down my throat like a deflating water balloon. I sucked harder with aggressive gulps and felt the pig fat fill my belly. The rapidly expanding blob was pouring down my throat with force and I was powerless to stop the flow.

“More!!” I slobbered out from my open mouth in the silence. I didn’t even know I had said it. Fattening creamy slop bubbled from my lips as I moaned in pleasure, unable to distinguish fantasy from reality.

Cook had already put the tube back in my mouth without me even realizing it. I had been blissfully sucking on it as much as I could but I could only drink as fast as my stomach could stretch. Cook was busy slowly running the tip of his tongue up and down my cock shaft, luring me on to suck down more. I was hopeless. There was no way I was ever going to be able to escape it. I couldn’t stop myself and I didn’t even try.

In the silence, I remembered Cook’s words in the hypnosis audio - “You are lard.”

I repeated it out loud to myself.

“I am lard. I am lard…”

I immediately felt Cook suck down another weak eruption of cum, and in my head I imagined him sucking me down like a milk shake… draining me and making room for more creamy gainer shakes to fill the inside of me.

I sucked harder, desperate to fill the emptiness that he just created… desperate to let the lard win.