New Gainer Series - "Day 1"

This is the first chapter in a new gainer story series.  I will be adding chapters that are based one day at a time, keeping a diary that will track the gaining progress of the character as though it were in real-time.   I'm trying to write shorter stories that don't take a whole day to read, so this is a way to keep a larger story while getting to focus on smaller moments.   This chapter is longer than most of them will be, as it introduces the characters and sets up the situation.  I'll be updating often in short story form that will be quicker reads, but I probably won't be updating the story every single day.  If there are no updates for a couple days, then the character will have spent those couple days gaining steadily and his character will be that much fatter in the next chapter.  This is just the first day of this character's rapid dissent into extreme obesity. 

Day 1

by Lardfill, July 2022

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Series Plot:  An eager gainer hands his life over to a man who wants to watch him eat himself into extreme obesity.

WARNING: Contains bondage, tube feeding, sex, submission and domination, some filth, kinky stuff with much darker subject matter mixed in.  

Day 1

This was the day that my entire life changed.   I was equally excited and anxious about giving in to gluttony and living the life I had always dreamed about, even if it meant I'd become too fat to survive.   I don't know why, but I had been obsessed with obesity and gluttony ever since I was a child, and as I grew older, it became like an addiction that I could never tear myself from.   I found myself unable to concentrate in school, my grades dropped and my hobbies faded away as my brain filled with the constant bombardment of thoughts about wild piggish gluttony and soft heavy lard.  I wanted to become enormous - it was all I ever wanted in life and I was willing to do anything to get to that point.

I was unable to give in to temptation until I was old enough for doing summer jobs, spending every dime of my earned money at the local bakery or in corner stores, buying candy and junk food to binge on secretly.   I never got that kind of food at home, so I had to buy it myself and consume it when no one was around or else I would never hear the end of how unhealthy it was from my health-obsessed family.   They were constantly dieting and were as focused on losing weight as I was at gaining it - I guess that makes it a bit their fault that I'm like this... growing boys shouldn't be on diets, they should be eating as much as they can to grow big and strong.  They made it very difficult to gain, but the urge to grow fat only gripped me tighter the more I denied myself.

So, I barely finished school and spent a year working at a fast food restaurant while living at home since I didn't get accepted into college because of my grades.   During this time I gained over 50lbs on my 200lb frame.  I was getting really chunky.  There were curves forming - love handles and a little soft bulge of a belly hanging over my belt.   My chest became perky and my face softened, but the real change was in my ass, which became round and filled my jeans in a way that I hadn't expected.   I suddenly felt confident and sexy.  It was like I was seeing myself for the first time as an actual man and I proudly let my work uniform get snug in the shirt and pants to highlight that soft slab of belly  on my front and the bounce of my bubble butt in behind.   I wanted everyone to see how thick I was becoming, but I never dreamed of what would happen because of it.

My life changed forever on an oppressively hot morning after a summer night that had never cooled down.  The air was like soup so I took a cold shower to cool down and left for work early so I could get into the air conditioned environment as quickly as I could and also grab a quick greasy breakfast there.   I didn't wear an undershirt under my button up uniform, and I wore a jockstrap instead of underwear in preparation for the heat of the day.   I was very aware of how my ass looked without the constraint of underwear and also how my belly pried the spaces open between my shirt, revealing glimpses of soft paunch between straining buttons when I moved - I felt really good about how beefy I looked.  

One of the early morning regulars noticed the snug clothes that morning and kept eyeing me from a distance.  Everyone just called him Cook.  I don't think it was his real name, but it was what everyone called him.   He was a ruggedly handsome windswept man in his forties who didn't say much, but his eyes always looked like he was imagining everyone naked.  I found him incredibly attractive and always got the impression that he was one of those endlessly kinky guys who would do any depraved thing that they wanted.   His wild dark eyes made me melt but I think he could see that in me because every brief conversation we had would include some little innuendo that would make me blush, but over the last year he had started making little comments about my weight which were like an immediate tug on my dick.

"Goddamn boy, you better be careful or else you're going to be bustin' out all over," Cook said with a grin as I was wiping tables.

I had chosen to go wipe tables there because he had been sitting in that section all alone, and those rare moments when we were alone were always memorable.  I purposely stopped sucking in my gut and watched as the man's eyes lowered to my belly as the buttons strained.

"You must love working here," Cook said with a devilish stare, a coffee cradled in his rough hands.

"The food's good and there's a few customers that make things a little fun," I replied, trying not to be obviously flirty.

"You're going to bulk up real huge working here," Cook said quietly.  "You like bulkin'?"

I laughed and played stupid, but I could feel myself blushing.

"What are you talking about?" I said with a husky chuckle, shaking my head slightly, waiting for his typical little joke or tease.

"I've seen you... you know?   Out there... in the parking lot.   You stuff your face in your car when you think no one's looking," Cook said with a widening grin.   "You really get into it... gettin' a bit piggy sometimes..."

I froze as the blush drained from my face until I was pale from shock.   I could only listen as this regular customer continued to pick me apart based on my ravenous gluttony.

"I think you like it... a lot.   That belly and that deep fuckin' ass tell me you like it," Cook said, his gaze fully sexual as he stared into my soul.  "I think if you started eating as much as you really wanted - I mean, really let go -  you wouldn't be able to stop yourself...  I think you'd eat until you couldn't move.  Wouldn't ya, boy-o?"

I gulped and nodded yes, unable to figure out how to add anything to the conversation.   I tried to hide my erection but it was painfully obvious against the tight fabric.   Cook knew exactly who I was inside.  He knew what I wanted a life of slobbish gluttony and obesity more than anything in life.

"I bet you would eat from a trough like a pig if it meant you could stuff yourself all day, yah?"  Cook said quietly through gritted teeth like he was about to pounce on me.  "I bet you'd let yourself get fatter than those slobs on those weight loss shows who can't even leave their houses, wouldn't ya?  That's the life for you, isn't it?   Too fuckin' fat to roll over, but still piggin' down some more..."

I sat down across from him at the table.  He clearly wasn't disgusted by what he knew about me, but it was hard to nail down his emotion.   He looked hungry and ready to fight... not angry, but ready to attack.

"How...?" was all I managed to say.

"How did I know?  I told you - I've saw you eat.   Normal people don't eat like that unless they REALLY love to eat, you know?"  Cook said, licking his lips.  "You ate those burgers in your car like you were getting off from every bite.. like every bite of that greasy junk was wrapping itself around your little pig nob... and there were six burgers... SIX.  Only a true porker eats like that.   I'm not even going to bring up where you went after eating all those burgers..."

I looked at him and felt the blush return to my face.  He knew about the cakes.  He knew about the grocery store and the discount cakes I frequently bought in the bakery department.   I had been going there to buy the reduced price birthday cakes that hadn't sold and then eating them in the car while in the parking lot.   I would go from one fast food place to the other, gorging wildly in each parking lot before going to the next place.   Every pay day I would feast late into the evening after work, spending almost a quarter of my entire paycheck in that first night on an obscene amount of food.   I would eat it all in the parking lots around town and then drive home so full that I thought I would burst and even have to pretend that I hadn't eaten anything when I got home.   I sometimes would have to pile on the low-fat dinner that had been set aside for me in the fridge just so no one would get suspicious.   I thought I had been so private, but now Cook knew my secret and it terrified me to the bone.

"Don't be scared.  I won't tell anyone what a fat pig you are, but I don't think I need to tell anyone... your plump body is doing that already," Cook assured me.  

I still couldn't say anything.

"I'm actually curious, how much could you eat if you really gave in and pushed yourself further?   How fat can you get?"  Cook whispered while glaring seriously into my eyes.   "I really want to find out."

"You do?" I squeaked.

"How much do you want it?" he asked. "Tell me."

"More than anything," I confessed quietly.

"More than life?" Cook asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"Life?"  I repeated back at him as another question.

"You know... life.  Job.  Career. Family.  Friends.  Accomplishments.  Achievements.   Life," he stated bluntly.

"Oh... then, yeah...   I want it more than life," I answered with confidence.  "Eating and growing, it's all I think about."

Cook sat back and stared at me, looking me up and over before asking me to stand up and turn around.   I did.   He was grinning when I turned back to face him and he gestured for me to sit down again.   I did.   

"If you want to spend the rest of your life eating and getting as fat as possible, then drive to this address tonight at midnight.   Don't tell anyone," he said, pushing a small slip of paper over with a remote seaside location written on it.

"If you really want to do this, this is probably your only chance in life for this kind of opportunity, so you really only have two choices right now:  this..." and he waved his hand out like he was presenting an item in a game show.   I looked around at the fast food restaurant around me and thought of a lifetime of working 9 to 5 in the same job just to be able to afford to really stuff my face like a pig once every two weeks.  

"...or, would you like to spend the rest of your life pushing greasy junk down your throat until you're a bloated whale who can only swallow and grow more blubber for me?"  

Cook leaned back and crossed his beefy arms as he waited for a response.   I looked at him with my entire life in his hands.  He seemed genuine and honest.   People at work had warned me that he was "weird" and that he gave some of them the creeps, but when I looked at him, all I could think of was him doing anything that he wanted to me.   He was rough and untamed, aggressive but in a soft way - like he was so experienced with everything that he dripped with confidence.  

"Okay," I said, still processing the pros and cons of the decision as the word came out of my mouth.

"Mmm hmm," was all that Cook said.   

He took the final sip from his coffee, tapped on the slip of paper with the address written on it and said firmly, "Remember - not a word to anyone else about this.   Do you know where that place is?"

"Yes," I replied, picturing the long road out to the rocky point where the waves crashed against the cliffs.   

"Good, eat that piece of paper," Cook ordered, seeing the confused doubt on my face.  "Just eat it now."

I obeyed and stuck the small piece of paper in my mouth and chewed it into a gummy wad and swallowed, casually showing him my open mouth afterwards.  He grinned and nodded.   

"Remember, not a word," he said, dead serious.

He turned around and strolled out of the restaurant, making a typical little joke about the heat to the other staff as he left.   I gathered myself and continued the rest of my shift, my mind in a daze over what had just happened.   It was like a dream.  Had I actually agreed to this life-altering decision?    

I ended my shift with a staff discounted meal of four burgers and then drove to the grocery store to get a tray of cupcakes and a small discounted cake meant for four people.   I ate it all in the parking lot but didn't feel full.  I never truly felt full but I couldn't eat anymore because my nerves were too high strung as I contemplated what seemed like the last day of my life.   I was about to walk into something unknown, let my fantasies take control, and hand my life over to a man who seemed to get great pleasure out of watching me destroy myself with fattening foods.   There were so many questions I had.   

How would I pay for this?  

How long would it last?  Forever?   

Was he going to watch me fatten myself to death or was he going to force me further than I expected?  

Was he going to force feed me?   

Was he going to look after me?  

What if I became immobile?  

Did he want me immobile?

I arrived home to shower and found several familiar cars parked in the driveway belonging to some family members.  Inside, I found my parents with a selection of aunts, uncles and cousins all waiting for me.   It wasn't a surprise party.   

"Honey?  Come and sit.  We need to talk," my mother said.

"Do you all need to talk?" I asked dryly.

No one smiled.  I slowly sat down, completing the circle.  

"We're worried about you.   Something's happening with you and we're worried you're not taking it seriously," she continued.   "Your weight has been out of control and I found these receipts - you're spending all your money on fast food and junk.   I don't think you even consider it a problem.   I don't understand why you're doing this."

"Six burgers??  Cake?  Not just one cake, but THREE CAKES!  Please tell me you're not eating them all yourself!" my father spouted like he had been waiting all day to say the words.

I looked around at all the faces staring back at me.  A bloodline full of fit people, lean and trim without a hint of fat on their frames... not a single one of them had a belly or any extra body fat.   My uncle was the next heaviest man in the room, a man who wasn't even 180lbs, and he looked back at me with such disgust that I couldn't help but feel ashamed.

"Where were you just now?" one of my cousins asked, his nose sneered up.   

"What's it to you?" I asked back, looking at his firm chest that was loosely draped with a revealing tank top with the printed word 'PARTY' on it.

"You look like you've just swallowed a pig," he replied, shaking his head in disbelief. 

"Oh wow.  I was at work, thanks," I said, even more sarcastic in tone.

"You didn't, say, stop anywhere to eat on the way home?" an aunt chimed in.

"What?  No," I replied calmly.

"Don't lie to us," my mother warned.

"I'm not!" I replied, fully aware that I was lying and I had just consumed four burgers, twelve cupcakes and a small cake.

"Then what's that all over your face?" my cocky tank top-wearing cousin said, laughing.  "Stupid pig."

"Fuck you," I blurted back, wiping a huge smear of white and blue frosting from my chin.   

I looked down to see more frosting smeared on my tight bulging shirt.  I had been so distracted by Cook's life-changing proposal that I hadn't followed my routine of getting rid of the evidence of fast food and junk food.   

"You are out of control and on a path towards a whole range of sicknesses if you keep this up.   You're killing yourself.   It's disgusting.  Do you ever think about the harm you're doing to yourself?" my mother became almost frantic as she questioned me.

"I'm fine!" I said loudly, shrugging my shoulders.   "I eat a lot.   Who the hell cares?!"

"We do!" my father replied.   "It's sick. It's a sickness"

"Sick?  It's FOOD!  It's just food!  It's essential to life!  Everyone has to eat it!  Why should I think of it as some horrible thing that will kill me?!"  I shouted out, feeling like it was common sense that I was speaking.

"Yes, people need food, but you don't need that much food!" an uncle replied.

"What's the limit?" I asked calmly.

"The limit?" he asked back.

"Yeah.. what's the limit between enough food and too much food?  Define that limit for me," I asked, trying to find a way out of this mindset.

"Too much is when you start getting fat, like you," he replied.

"Is this how you all feel?" I asked everyone and they all nodded.

"Why does it matter if I get a belly?   What I mean is, how does it affect you?" I asked, dumbfounded at the situation.

"It's embarrassing," my father replied without a wasting a moment.

"For who, me?   I'm not embarrassed," I said bluntly.

"We are," my mother added.

"It's not a good look, son," my dad said, causing everyone to nod their heads.

"It's nasty and gross," my cousin added, "You're like a pig."

Everyone kept nodding.

"Wait a second.  What?   This is personal preference... this is your own personal preference that you're projecting on me," I said, laughing under my breath as I spoke.   "Fat is not nasty!   It's part of our bodies... we need it to live!"   

"No we don't!" my cousin replied, his parents nodding in agreement.   

"Oh my god.   We literally need to eat fat to absorb vitamins into our bodies... we grow fat because it's excess energy to store in case we need it later.  It's how our bodies evolved in order to survive.  Having body fat is part of being human," I tried to explain.

"People didn't get fat in the past," my aunt said proudly.

"What?" snapped from my lips.

"Obesity is a crisis!  You never saw anything like this when I was growing up... it's all caused from eating fast food and junk food and it all makes you sick.  All this obesity is a new thing," she replied, smugly.

A million examples of obesity before the 1980's flooded into my head.  The fat twins on motorcycles... circus fat men... Dozens of movie characters and actors... Opera singers... The old black and white photos from the turn of the century of the huge 1000lb man in custom made overalls... sumo wrestlers... chubby models in paintings from the Renaissance, those chubby headless Venus figurines from 30,000 years ago!   There have been fat people since the dawn of man - and they were seen as attractive!  I didn't even know where to start in my defense for fat people.  

"You're going to die," my cousin chimed in, ending all chance for reasonable debate.

"You... are in idiot," I said firmly, toeing a line between disbelief and resentment that kept me from getting truly angry. 

"It's better than being gross, fat and sad, like you!"  my cousin barked, causing his mother to try to calm him down but he lashed back.  "They're all sad, all those fat fuckers out there.   Crying about how fat they are.   They disgust me.   All those pig people... That's what you are: gross and unattractive.   You'll never find anyone who loves you looking like that."

"He's right, it's going to be hard to find a wife looking like that," my uncle said.

I snapped.   I stood up and glared down at them all before taking a deep breath and laughing.

"I'm so sorry that you all don't find me sexually attractive...  Jesus.   What kind of fucked up party is this?"   I laughed again to myself briefly before walking out of the circle and grabbing my car keys.  

I stopped for a moment in the door and decided on the final thing to say to this group of people.

"Oh, and I'm not looking for a wife because I like dick.  Good night, everybody!" I said with a toothy smile and then shut the door.

I didn't look back.  I hopped in the car and drove away, feeling like a weight had been lifted.  I had a new plan for life, and it started at midnight tonight.

I was still in my work outfit, smelling like ten hours of deep fryers and sweat as I replayed the incident in my head over and over.   I spent the rest of the evening in parking lots, spending the rest of the money in my account so I could fill myself up on the foods that brought me such pleasure and comfort.   I couldn't wait to get my teeth into a triple patty burger and another cake.   Maybe a box of doughnuts and a pizza?   My belly gurgled as I arrived at the first drive thru of the night and made an order that would fill the passenger seat with bags of greasy food.  

At eleven, I began driving out to the desolate cliffs by the ocean.   The drive was long and slow, weaving a route along the shore that became thick with fog as I made my way further and further away from civilization.   The smell of the ocean was wet in the air and finally my headlights lit up the road sign to the fateful address by the seashore.   The little sandy road led through some stunted spruce trees to an empty grassy parking lot next to a hill that dropped off dramatically into the roaring waves below.  There was a beach down a path to the left that had an easier parking lot to access, but this was a scenic spot that was known more as a make-out spot.  The fog was moving on a steady breeze that misted my face as soon as I stepped out of the car.  The land was silent and all I could hear was the tumbling water below.   I felt a chill as I wondered if I had made the right decision.

Suddenly, a lone beam of light waved back and forth from a distance, down where the winding path met the beach.   The darkness was made worse by the fog, but it was clear to me that Cook was down there waiting for me, so I ignored my fear of the darkness and made my way down the path, taking each step carefully as his dim flashlight provided the only help in seeing where I was going.

When I made it to the sand, I suddenly remembered that I had left my phone and wallet in the car.  I stopped in my tracks as the flashlight approached and Cook's handsome face greeted me out of the darkness with a smile.  

"You made it!" he said with a laugh. "It looks like you've been busy eating, piggy."

I looked down at myself and realized that the frosting smears had been added to during my evening of feasting in the car.   Grease, cheese, mayo, and various sauces stained the shirt.   When I looked up from my gluttonous badges of pride, I noticed in the glowing white light that Cook was fully naked.

"Did you bring your phone and wallet?" he asked.

"I forgot them in the car.. I'll go back and - "

"No, no.   That's even better," he sighed.  "Did you tell anyone?"

"No.  No one knows where I am," I replied, feeling vulnerable.   "My family and I got into this huge fight and I stormed out..."

"Perfect!" Cook said with a toothy smile.  

I didn't understand.  I probably should have seen these as massive warning signs that I was in danger, but in that moment, Cook was my only lifeline, offering me a once in a lifetime chance to live my fantasies out.    I would do anything to live a life of extreme gluttony and immobility and this desire cancelled out all the fear that I should have been feeling.

"Get naked.   Hurry," he ordered.   

I did what I was told and stripped naked, revealing all 260lbs of me.   I looked pregnant, with a round lightly hairy belly protruding out in the refreshingly cool breeze.   Cook watched as I stripped out of all my clothes and then told me to throw them into the ocean, which I did without a second thought.

"Good boy, let's go for a little walk,"  he said, leading the way.  "Follow me."

We walked as I explained what happened with my family trying to hold an intervention for my weight, which he laughed about and said that it was all perfect timing.   After ten minutes of walking along the sand, we came upon a little rocky path up to another grassy parking area for the beach.   His black truck sat alone in the fog and he opened the passenger door for me to climb in.   He slapped me on the ass as I did, and then grabbed my belly once I sat my naked ass into the seat.   

"This is the start of your new life, tubby," he said, winking before shutting the truck door and walking to the driver's side door.

He climbed into the truck and sighed deeply, looking me over like a piece of meat.   

"We're going to have a lot of fun, you and I.    You're going to get as fat as a whale, and I'm going to be there to push you even fatter.   I want to see you struggle to move an inch and then fill you up so much that you stop trying to move.  You're going to live the life you always wanted, and it's going to be so much faster and more intense than you ever planned for.   The old you just died here tonight, do you understand that?    The new you was just created and only I know you exist.   How does it feel?" Cook said like he was feeding off the energy of the moment.

"I feel like I'm doing the right thing... for me..." I replied, not grasping the reality of the moment.  

"I saw how you eat.  I saw the raw animal-like pleasure that it brings you, and I see how much you like that new weight.   I'm going to make you double your weight in less than a year, and then double it again, and again.   You're my own personal pig now.   You're all mine and I'm never going to stop.   You understand that, pig?   You get as fat as you want, and then I get to pump you fatter than you ever prepared for.  I will never stop.  It's a bit of an obsession for me.  I'm just glad there are gluttons like you out there that will let me do this to them.   Look at that juicy little sausage in your lap, throbbing at the thought of being too fat to live.  You're perfect.  Now let's get you home and start feeding you right."  

Cook started the engine and drove us down the grassy lane to the road and then we traveled for only five minutes before getting to my new home - a simple one story bungalow on a hillside overlooking the entire bay.   The fog was moving in like fluffy clouds that gave occasional glimpses of the beautiful view in the moonless starlight.   Cook hurried me inside through a basement door that had no light above it.   

I stumbled into the dark house and Cook took me by the hand and led me in deeper.   There was a click and a creaking sound as a large doorway opened up.   I was pulled inside by Cook's firm grip and waited in the complete blackness as the door groaned shut and the lock clicked again.    I could only hear Cook's breathing and feel his body heat as he pressed into me and kissed me passionately. 

"You taste like fast food," he moaned, licking my face and then down my throat as he pushed into me with his erection.   "You're my hog boy now.   Forever, baby... you like that, piggy?"

I grunted, releasing a full load of cum unexpectedly.   I was completely shocked at the sudden eruption.   It had never happened like that before in my life and wasn't aware that it could happen without minutes of jerking off.

"Oh Piggy!" Cook laughed.   "Oh piggy, piggy, piggy...such a juicy piggy..."

I could feel his tongue slurping and sucking at my cock in the darkness, trying to lap up the gobs of cum as they bubbled from the tip of my little cock.   He then kissed my belly and began licking and burying his face in it, keeping my erection throbbing under his chin.

"Let's get you into the feeder," he said, his words hot on my cock as he licked at my tip over and over.

"The feeder?" I asked, causing my dick to pulse.

"It's something you're going to be spending a lot of time in, piggy," Cook said in the darkness.   "This is the start of your new life."

He led me through another door and into a room where turned on a dim red light to reveal a room painted pitch black.   There was what looked like a hospital bed with multitudes of leather straps and a tarp hammock bottom that looked like a wild S&M sex bed made specifically for this kinky sex dungeon.   The wall to my left had a giant display of sex toys in sizes that ranged from handheld to oversized monstrosities.   There were tubes and tanks everywhere, with dozens of funnels on display on the opposite wall as the sex toys.   The air smelled of sweat and sex.   It was the first time I had ever been in a sex dungeon but I had seen lots of images and videos of them - this was unlike any of them.

"Get on," Cook said firmly.

I obeyed and climbed up onto the bed, feeling my ass hang out of the bottom as he went around and adjusted the angle of the bed, making it incredibly comfortable.     I sighed and relaxed, watching him with lust as he walked around to my limbs and fed my hands and feet through leather straps that he buckled securely in place.   I couldn't move much more than a full body squirm, and settled myself in comfortably.

"I hope you liked that little walk on the beach because it's the last time you'll ever be walking again," Cook said, kissing my legs and thighs.   "I'm not letting you out of this bed until you're too fat to walk."

"Fatter," I grunted as he swallowed my cock again.

"Don't worry, baby.   I'm not stopping there.   You think you can eat a lot of food now?   Just wait until I run that tube into your belly and keep you full to brim every single moment of your life - awake or asleep... whether you want it or not.   You're going to grow to hate me.   You'll see it like torture and this moment in your life will haunt you because you'll realize it was something you could have walked away from.   It'll only take a few years before you'll be struggling to survive and feeling so sick from the constant painful fullness that you'll wish you had never started gaining.   You'll wish you were out there living a normal life... and not some pathetic blob too fat to bend his fingers with a tube of lard draining uncontrollably down into his belly."

"No... I want it all.   You'll never hear me begging to stop, I promise you that," I said, gasping as he plunged onto my cock again.

"Oh, you're going to beg.  I will push you until you beg.    I'm going to make you beg me to stop, because you're a stupid little piglet who doesn't know just how brutal I can be.   Like I said, the old you just died tonight, and I'm going to make sure you're new life is as short as possible.   I want to see you drown in your own lard, pig.   I want to see you panic and try to stop when I've pushed you too far.   You think you're still in control, but you haven't even experienced a moment of what I have to offer," Cook said without a hint of the warm smile that had lured me in.   "Let's begin."

Cook grabbed a length of clear flexible medical tubing from the wall and wheeled over a tank that was waiting on a raised cart next to the bed.   He took the lubed end of the half inch tube and began feeding it into my nostril.   I crinkled my nose and tried to move my head away but he held it firmly in place.   

"It's going to feel weird, but just swallow like you're drinking water.   Keep swallowing..." he said as he pushed the tube up deep into my nose and then down the back of my throat.   

I sputtered and coughed as I felt the tube slide down further.   He gave me pieces of candy to chew on and swallow as he kept feeding the tube in.    Finally I could feel it deep in my throat and he pushed it in a bit further.   He covered my mouth and pressed my free nostril shut and then told me to breathe.   I tried but couldn't.  He took the open end of the tube and blew into it, causing me to belch louder than I had ever belched before.   

"Good, looks like we've got the tube in the right hole," Cook said before attaching the tube to the tank and turning a nozzle.

A white fluid raced down the tube.  I watched as it flooded down the tube in into my nostril.  The fluid was almost room temperature so it was only slightly cool as the tube flowed down into my throat and then into my stomach.  At first, it didn't feel like anything.  I couldn't feel any pressure or discomfort for nearly ten minutes.

After ten minutes, however, I suddenly felt full and let out another burp.   My breath smelled like cream and butter, but also meaty - like a rich soup.   The fullness kept building and by the half hour mark, I felt like I had just finished a massive drive thru feast.   I was sweating and the pressure felt intense.   I squirmed in the bed and let out a belch that ended quicker than I thought it would.   My belly was full to the brim and there wasn't any air left to expel.   

Another thirty minutes passed and the pressure was becoming unbearable.   I was dripping sweat and needing to piss badly.   Cook watched and bit his lip as I moaned and asked him to help me use the washroom.    He didn't say a word - he just watched and stroked his cock slowly.   I cried as I reached the limit that my bladder could hold and began to piss freely onto the floor.   I repeated over and over that I was sorry as I felt my dick drain out a liter of piss.    Cook just kept watching and masturbating, waiting for me to tell him to stop.

"I'm so full..."  I groaned, unable to move my hands to cradle and rub my stomach.   

The sphere of my belly rose up above me like a basketball was packed inside of my gut.   I was spending all my energy trying to keep myself from getting sick.   I was drenched in sweat and barely able to concentrate on speaking.   It was the most intense pressure I had ever felt, like I was in danger of bursting from the inside.   I wailed out a long and painful moan and fought tears as the pain became too much.

"Please..  stop..." I begged, now fully aware of the dangerous situation I had gotten myself into.

"I'm sorry?  Did you just beg me to stop?" Cook asked with a cold smile as he began stroking his cock harder.

"Uhhh... " I groaned, trying to form the word 'yes'.

"Okay Piggy... let's cap you off at this point and keep you there for a few weeks," Cook said, his cock throbbing and oozing a trail of precum. 

"Whuuuu.." I groaned, the pain so strong that I couldn't manage to speak.   

Cook approached and gently ran his fingertips over my belly, tracing a deep red stretch mark that had been forming for months but looked exceptionally deep red on the ends, stretching to try to release the growing pressure.   The feather soft touch felt like a sledgehammer to me.  I kept looking down at my swollen belly and nearly passing out, sweat dripping into my eyes and combining with the tears that trailed down my cheeks.

"I'm going to keep you topped off at this point for a few weeks until the pressure doesn't feel so bad.   You have almost two gallons in your belly right now, and I'm going to keep it at a two gallons all day and night until it doesn't hurt anymore... I'm going to keep it there until you start feeling hungry with those two gallons of fatty slop in your belly.   Then we're going to add more and more until you feel this pain again, and then keep you that full until it doesn't hurt again.  Over and over forever, piggy.  This is your life now," Cook said, running his tongue up the curve of my belly as I passed out. 

"This is just day one."

*More to come...