New Gainer Story - "The Weight"

"The Weight" 

by Lardfill, June 2022

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A horny feeder answers an ad placed by a brutal bodybuilder for a kinky live-in caretaker to look after and feed his pet gainer pig.   This is a day in his life one year into his job, feeling the crushing domination that the two men inflict on him as he caters to their every command.  

WARNING: Contains extreme feeding, taboo subjects, master/slave, filth and disgusting topics (piss/shit), control and dominance, and immobility.   

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"The Weight"

By Lardfill, June 2022

Sid woke up on the bare mattress after just three hours of sleep, snapping wide awake in response to an angry yell coming from the next room.   He felt an instant wave of fear and guilt as he raced out of the room naked.   He owned no clothes.  He had no personal belongings at all anymore.   The mattress was the only thing in his room, but even that didn't belong to him - nothing did.  He was so lean that his entire skeletal structure was visible under his skin, with just enough wiry muscle to keep him from looking sickly.   He ate no breakfasts, no lunches, no dinners and no snacks.   He only ate what they allowed, which meant he barely ate at all, but that was just part of the thrill for him.

It had been thirteen months since Sid had stepped foot outside of the two rooms that he was allowed in- thirteen months since he had eaten a proper meal, and thirteen months since he had seen anyone else besides the two men that he catered to daily.  Sid was trapped, but it was under his own doing.   He was the one who had answered the strange personal ad online on a gainer site without a second thought and he was still glad that he did, but there was a part of him that was disgusted with himself for following his darkest sexual fantasies to such a brutal dead-end.   

"WANTED:  Dominate bodybuilder looking for live-in caretaker to feed and care for 600lb immobile pet pig.   No limits.   You will submit and obey."

Sid replied and talked to the overly aggressive man for only one conversation, sending him photos and writing what he was willing to do for him and his 'pet pig':

"Hello, 

My name is Sid and for my entire life, I've been obsessed with extremes in obesity.   I was infatuated with immobility the second I saw it in a daytime talk show - I was mesmerized by the idea that a person could grow so fat that they couldn't even lift their body out of bed.   It was the total lack of control that did it for me, but the really fascinating part was that they didn't end up in that bed by themselves.  It required months of a person bringing them food when they were already too fat to leave the house.   It required dedication and work to make that happen.   I saw all these people stuck in their beds with a loving spouse, and all I could think was: 'what if they were encouraged and pushed to really give into gluttony to an extreme level?  How fat could they really get if they had a full-time caretaker to keep them fed, cleaned and cared for?   I deeply want to be the person who makes someone go far beyond immobility.    I want to help push someone to be the fattest, greediest, hungriest pig that they can be.

I believe I am the person you are looking for.   

Please let me know what I can do.   

I am 25, 5'6", 140lbs.   I have brown hair and brown eyes, a 7 inch cock, and I am incredibly horny all the time.   I am a chronic masturbator but still a virgin.  I am very kinky (open to all kinks), very submissive, and I am not afraid to get dirty.  I like all body sizes, but I love extremes and lots of contrast from my thin body - you and your pig sound like a dream come true.   

I hope to hear from you.

Sid."

He signed underneath with his address and phone number.

 The man responded with a date, time, and address for him to be at if he really wanted the job - tomorrow night, in the middle of the night at an old motel that just happened to be at the other end of a long hiking trail through the forest.   He spent the next day jerking off constantly, like he usually did, but now there was a real-life fantasy dangling in front of him that caused him to masturbate with his mind spinning over the possibilities.   He was addicted to edging and spending all of his free time stroking his cock while looking at oversized gainers and extra beefy bodybuilders online - he pictured himself as their sexual slave and dreamed of the day where he could do it for real.  

He couldn't get enough of the extremes of growth and had accumulated countless images and videos of bulky bodybuilders and severely obese men that filled his laptop and his phone.  The relentless gluttony was the driving force of it all.   He loved watching people consume.   He worked a fast food job and was often hiding an erection as he watched the larger customers waddle off with piles of greasy food to grow even fatter with.   He had loved working the drive thru window as he got to see the most obese customers there, letting his erection throb for hours until he could find a spare minute in the employee washroom to quickly pump out a load of cum.   When he read the ad, he couldn't stop picturing the muscle monster and his bloated blubbery pig.   It was all he could think about so he spent the entire day with his hand stroking his cock, adding to the cum stains on his laundry.

The next evening he spent four hours hiking down a trail that led to a series of long beaches and an old motel that had closed its doors long ago - this was the spot where the hulking weightlifter had told him to go.   Sid didn't tell anyone else.   He didn't bring a change of clothes or anything besides his wallet and his phone.    He hadn't even learned their real names or seen their faces.   He knew it was dangerous and a massive risk, but he couldn't help follow the path that his erection had picked.   It was foolish and stupid and he knew it.   He was starting to get cold feet when an unmarked white van pulled up to the crumbling abandoned motel at 3AM, just like he said he would.   Sid watched, frozen with excitement and fear as the van quietly drove up to him and then stopped.   

The back doors flung open but Sid couldn't see what was inside in the darkness.   The brake lights on the van lit him in glowing red as if they were signalling for him to stop as he slowly stepped closer.  The running engine was the only sound he could hear and he took another step closer, smelling the scent of sweating muscle and cologne.  He gasped as a large figure lunged forward from the darkness of the van and grabbed his throat with such strength that it lifted him off the ground.    Sid could only see muscles bulging in the monotone red light that highlighted a man who was nearly three times his size.    

Sid choked, his feet lifting off the ground by the firm grip on his neck, and he felt his body get pulled into the van like a rag doll.   He was dropped to the floor where he gasped for breath, only getting a quick glimpse of the bulky muscular silhouette in the red glow as he slammed the van doors shut.   There was a bit of a shuffle in the van and before he could react, the man held a damp cloth up to Sid's mouth and nose and everything went black.

That was thirteen months ago.   Since then, he had been locked in what appeared to be a basement or a bunker of some type, living solely to serve and care for the bodybuilder's disgusting gainer pet who had already doubled his enormous size since he was taken captive.   It was his only purpose in life now - feed the pig, remove the pig's waste, clean the pig, care for the pig and care to all his sexual needs.   The bodybuilder never touched Sid, other than to brutalize and threaten him.  The hulking brutal man was the only person allowed to fuck the pig, but he allowed Sid to suck the pig's tiny buried cock as a way to encourage him to eat more or to reward him for growing fatter.   The pig was rewarded a lot for transforming from 600lbs to 1200lbs in a year.

As he catered to the pig, Sid knew that had no control over his life anymore, and the forced submission just made him hornier than he could stand.   He couldn't help but be turned on by his situation, despite how grueling it was.   He wasn't allowed to leave.   The bodybuilder demanded that the pig be cared for and fed constantly and Sid could only obey or else suffer the consequences that a roid-raging beast could inflict on him.   Both the bodybuilder and the pig barked orders and would watch with superiority as Sid would submit and obey.   Sid was less of a human than the pig was, and the pig was a complete animal.

It was Sid's responsibility to keep the pig wasted and filled to the brim - constantly bringing him the food that the bodybuilder supplied.   It was all unhealthy junk food, fast food, big buffet trays of fried and creamy foods, and gallons of a fattening slop that he would drain into the pig at all hours of the day.    Sid wasn't allowed to eat a single morsel of it - he wasn't given any food at all.   Instead, the bodybuilder had made it very clear that the only food that he was allowed to eat was whatever was left over in dribbles and smears that drooled down the pig's chest and belly.   He was allowed to eat what fell on the floor, but the bodybuilder would also punish him if he dropped too much on the floor while feeding the pig.   It had to be food that fell from the pig's mouth, and the pig was an exceptional eater so there was never much left to eat.

"MINE!" the pig would snort out if he caught Sid eyeing any sizeable chunks of food that had tumbled from the corners of his greedy mouth.  He would open his mouth and wait for Sid to plop it back into his already stuffed body.  Sid would take his thin fingers, scoop up the wasted food and then feed it back to the pig, who would suck every bit of it from his fingers just to make sure that Sid got nothing.    

Usually, all that Sid was able to eat in a day was a few globs off the floor that were almost always a chewed mess that had squeezed out of the pig's mouth when he would shove more food in than he could swallow.   He would pack his mouth with so much food that when he tried to chew and swallow, it would squeeze back out a bit.  It was repulsive, but Sid couldn't help but get more turned on by the absolute imbalance of necessities between the pig and himself.  His life depended on those fallen morsels of wasted food.

 The pig was the greediest person Sid had ever met, aggressively trying to take as much away from Sid as possible, and the bodybuilder was even more intense than the pig was.    Most days, all Sid had for sustenance was licking up the drips of grease and sauce that ended up partially dried on the underside of sloppy pig's tits and belly.   He would spend his entire day serving the pig enough food to feed several families and only get a few smears of mayo and sauce.   He was always hungry and it made him more aggressive while feeding and caring for the pig.   He despised him and envied him, hated and loved him, but most of all, he wanted to see the pig swell with so much lard that his body wouldn't be able to handle it anymore.  At 1200lbs, the pig was huge, but Sid could tell he had a lot of fat left to gain so he kept up the pace, day after day. 

Today was no different.    Sid awoke to the sound of the bodybuilder raging in the next room.   He stumbled to his feet and felt light-headed for a second, having only eaten a few dribbles of ketchup and nacho cheese with some crumbs the day before.   He felt weak and frail as he rushed out into the feeding room where the pig was kept.    The pig was moaning that he was starving and the massive muscular brute stood over him, his face red with anger as he stared up at Sid when he rushed into the room.

"He's STARVING! Look at this fucking pig!" the bodybuilder said through grit teeth.  "FUCKING FEED HIM, you fucking goon!"

"Yes sir...  sorry sir," Sid said, trying to avoid eye contact with the beast of a man.

"You know what, loser?   I want this pig twenty pounds fatter by the end of the day or else I'll personally feed you to him myself," the brute raged, his veins popping up over his muscles.   "You get no food today - NONE!"

Sid cowered.   He was so hungry, he would do anything for a full meal.   He felt a twinge of hatred towards the pig.   It had only been three hours since he had last fed the pig, dumping ten pounds of whipped potato and lard-filled slop down his throat with two gallons of gravy.   He didn't even spill a drop, leaving Sid with nothing to eat but a few drips of food from earlier in the day that were hidden under the flabby fold of his chest.   The pig resented every bit of food that Sid was able to eat, even when he was filled to the brim.   Last night, Sid saw how jealous the pig was when his thin arms pushed up one of the pig's moobs to find a glob of nacho cheese and a smear of ketchup that he hungrily licked up, and he knew that the pig would find some way to punish him for it.   This was it.

"I came down here to give my pig a good fuck after pushing myself all morning at the gym, and I find this!!" the bodybuilder grabbed Sid by the throat and pulled his seemingly weightless body down to be just inches from the pig's slobbering face.   "I can't fuck a pig that's not full!    That's fucking disgusting!"

"HUNGRY!!  SO HUNGRY!!" the pig belched in Sid's face with a deep and husky gurgling voice.   The smell of his most recent feeding was fresh on his breath still, filling Sid was resentment but also lust as his cock throbbed to life from being dominated so fully.   He had no choice but to obey. 

"I'll feed him!  I'll feed him!!" Sid squeaked as the grip around his neck tightened and he feared that his was going to pass out.   

The man released his grip and let Sid slump to the floor at the base of the special recliner chair that the pig was kept in all day.  From that angle on the floor, all Sid could see was the vast shelf of belly lard hanging between the pig's legs, filling his lap and pooling on his flabby thighs.   The pig's bloated legs and fat feet were on either side of Sid's face, and it was clear that just one of the pig's legs weighed more than Sid's entire body.   

Sid caught his breath on the floor as his muscled master left the room, stomping loudly because he hadn't gotten what he wanted.  He heard the metal door slam and lock.   The faint thump of heavy metal music pounded through the cement ceiling as the man returned to his home gym to pump out his aggression.     Sid sighed as the realization that he would get no food today sunk in.

"FEED ME!" the pig blurted, a strand of drool launching from his fat face and landing on his bloated double chin.  

"Fuck you," Sid said, the pig's belly still obstructing the view of his fat face. 

He heard the pig grunt loudly, straining hard like he was trying to lift himself out of the recliner.   Sid didn't expect him to lift himself out of the recliner since he could only get up out of it with the help of the bodybuilder after two years of constant inactivity and overeating.   The grunts only meant one thing, and Sid slumped to the floor even further in defeat, knowing that his morning was about to get worse.   The pig groaned loudly as the explosively sloppy sounds of his previous feast exiting his body echoed in the empty cement room.    The pig snorted with laughter and relief as his bowels emptied like a speeding freight train into the bucket that was under the special recliner chair.     He spent all day sitting on an extra large toilet seat that was built into the chair, and the bucket underneath was one of Sid's main responsibilities.    

"Oh, you fucking pig!  FUCK!" Sid growled, now having to empty the bucket and clean up the pig's mammoth ass.   

"You deserve it," the pig said with a grin before straining again.

Sid knew that he was right - he did deserve it.   as much as he was annoyed by the pig's nastiness, he was incredibly turned on by it.   He loved feeling so low on the food chain and so poorly respected by both men.   They were all so extremely different from each other that Sid couldn't help but want to jerk off, the contrast between himself and the others was incredibly sexy, despite their rancid behavior.

He got up on his feet, steadied himself briefly and gathered as much of his energy as he could to go to the fridge and get the pig his first jug of fattening slop of the day.   He unscrewed the cap and handed it to the pig, who swiped it from his hands and immediately began chugging like he hadn't had anything to eat in days.   Sid got a clean bucket from the washroom and then brought it over to the recliner and changed the filthy bucket underneath of it.    Inside was a pile of shit the size of Sid's torso which took all of his strength to carry to the scale for weighing.    The bodybuilder insisted that every bowel movement be weighed and logged, adamant that it was important to keep track of it all so he could monitor the pig's progress.   Sid obeyed, disgusted by the task that he had to perform at least three times a day.   It was every two or three hours, usually, as the pig devoured so much food that it seemed like his body was always making room for more.    Again, despite his disgust, Sid couldn't help but be turned on by it all - the contrast was intense.   Sid barely ever consumed enough to warrant going to the washroom to take a shit once a week, while the pig was eating so much that he was almost steadily pushing out waste.   

By the time that Sid had weighed the bucket, the pig was letting out a deep wet belch, signalling that he had finished the first jug of blended potatoes, cream, butter, lard and gravy. The smooth fattening soup was something he drank ten gallons of daily.  The bodybuilder added a few special ingredients to keep the pig in a brain-dead stupor that seemed to make him even hungrier.   Sid gave him another jug and then brought over a tray of cleaning products, wipes, and a collection of bariatric care products like powder and ointments that he used on the pig after every bowel movement.

He laid down on the floor behind the chair so he could get a good angle for cleaning the pig's ass.   With a pair of disposable gloves on his hands, Sid used paper towels to wipe up the majority of the mess, tossing the messy wads into a trash bag before using baby wipes to glide through his deep ass crack to clean up the rest of the mess.   Twenty wipes later, he had his entire crack cleaned completely.   He then used a fresh wad of paper towels to dry the deep ass crack and took off his gloves to apply the anti-fungal ointment on the pig's deep folds and then applied powder to ensure that all the skin stayed as dry and healthy as possible.   The pig let out little whimpers of pleasure as Sid cleaned him up, loving the special treatment he received.

"MORE!" the pig said, throwing the second empty jug to the ground.  

"Hold on, dammit!  I'm kinda busy here!" Sid said, giving the pig's flabby ball sack a swat from underneath the chair.   

The pig squealed and tried to move his body but only managed to set his blubber sloshing, making a wet heavy slopping sound as his folds and rolls moved like liquid.   Sid washed up and threw out the bag of filthy waste before bringing the pig another full jug that he greedily began gulping down.  As he watched the pig chug, Sid's stomach let out a long painful sounding gurgle.   He was so hungry that he could barely stand it anymore.   He watched the gallon jug empty even faster as the pig sucked it down harder in response to the loud stomach sounds coming from Sid.    

"No food for you," the pig said with a big dumb grin on his face, licking the drip of slop from his lip.   "BUTTER!"

Sid sighed as his emaciated stomach grumbled again.   He walked over to the counter next to the fridge and unwrapped six pounds of soft room temperature butter and then dumped two bags of brown sugar into the same bowl.   He mixed the butter and sugar together, whipping it furiously until it was smooth and creamy - this was the pig's favourite snack.   Sid had only tasted drips of it, but it was the most delicious thing he had ever remembered tasting.    Today, however, he would not be tasting it - the pig had sabotaged his caloric intake for the day for no reason other than spiteful greed.   He handed the bowl to the pig, but he shook his head.

"You... spoon feed it to me..." the pig huffed, clearly already stuffed from the jugs of slop.  "I wanna hear your stomach while I eat."

Sid gritted his teeth and began spoon-feeding the pig the 27,000 calories that filled the bowl.   The butter mixture was enough calories to put seven pounds of pure fat onto a person, and the corpulent pig would make sure that not one spoonful would end up in Sid's stomach.   He gleefully swallowed heaping spoonfuls of the butter slop, staring at Sid's emaciated body with lust the entire time.    Sid's stomach growled louder and louder as the huge mixing bowl emptied into the pig, and by the end, he was almost in tears at the dull pain of starvation.

"Gimme the bowl!" the pig blurted, his insides so stuffed with butter slop that it was barely going down his throat anymore... a semi liquid mixture gurgling in his throat in a sound that was almost mocking Sid's growling stomach.   

The pig grasped his fat fingers around the bowl and began scooping them through the butter slop, plowing the greasy mixture into his open mouth like an animal.   Every glob that oozed from his cheeks, he would quickly slop back into his mouth, giving Sid a sour look that said 'mine!' without saying a word.   Sid crumpled to his feet at the base of the pig's belly, feeling so weak and hungry that he knew he needed to eat something soon or else he would pass out.  He knew there was only one thing that he could eat that the pig wouldn't be mad about, and so he began pushing back the pig's belly to reveal his enormous fat pad where he could find the pig's tiny buried cock buried deep in a hole.

"Yeah!  You fucking goon, suck my cock!" the pig blurted out, causing melted butter and sugar to spill out over his chins and chest.   "SUCK IT, you fucking loser!"

Sid strained to push aside the pig's belly.   The weight was tremendous and crushing, causing Sid's arms to shake from the effort.   He propped the belly back with his shoulder and pushed back on the fat pad, revealing the hole where his pig dick was deeply buried.    The smell was musty and bold from his flesh folding over itself and remaining warm and sweaty.   Sid kept him clean, powdered and lotioned, but no matter how clean he was, he always smelled musky.   The pig's fat pad hole was oozing clear pre-cum, as usual.    The bodybuilder never made him cum, he would fuck the pig in his ass and folds, or the fat pad hole, but he would always just dump his load of cum into the pig and then walk away, leaving the pig used and helplessly horny - which was exactly what he liked.    On that level and only that level, the pig and Sid were very similar - they loved being used and abused, it was the core of their sexual being.

Sid cupped his fingers around the fat pad hole and pushed inward.   The hole pushed back and opened more and more as he pushed deeper.   A big glob of slimy pre-cum dribbled out as Sid pushed back harder and harder until a tiny purple cock tip revealed itself in a wrinkled ring of skin.    There was no shaft left that Sid could stroke - it was all so deeply buried that the pig's cock shaft was basically an internal organ.    The cock head glistened and pulsed as the pig felt the relatively cool breeze coming from Sid's breath tickle his overheated sensitive skin .    He groaned, stuffing more butter slop into his tubby face to keep himself steadily swallowing while he prepared for Sid's mouth to wrap around his cock.

Sid's stomach growled loudly at the sight of the pig's cock.   This was his only source of food on the days where he was banned from eating.    The sight and smell of it caused Sid's cock to throb as he leaned in close and licked the tip.     The pig shuddered and the cock head swelled slightly with the increased blood flow.    Sid pressed his face into the slimy fat pad and briefly lost the pig's cock as it slipped deeper in the lard.  He re-positioned his hands and pressed in again, causing the cock head to barely poke above the surface.  

Sid sucked deeply on the tiny dick and kept finding himself losing it back into the fat, causing him to probe his tongue in deep before finding the swollen little nub again.  The pig snorted and gasped, letting out a belch that turned into a moan as Sid's head bounced on his underbelly.   The pig was unable to buck his hips against his own blubber, making Sid do all the work in order to get him to cum.   

It didn't take long.   The pig emptied the mixing bowl of butter slop and the disgusting accomplishment was what triggered his cock to explode.   Sid felt a powerful squirt at first and responded by pushing his face into the fat pad as hard as he could.   The pig's cock head slipped over his tongue as the main wad of cum surged out in thick globs.   Sid's mouth filled with hot gooey cum that tasted like a deep fryer.   He gulped it down and sucked for more.   It was the most delicious thing he had eaten in days and he refused to stop sucking until he managed to milk another orgasm out of the pig.     

His stomach growled again but Sid was satisfied, feeling like he had cheated the system and had a meal despite the rules.   He lifted his face from the pig's lap and watched the tiny cock head sink deep into the hole like a worm going into the ground.    The pig was gasping for breath, sweating rivers as his body recovered from the biggest workout that he had all week.   Sid was about to let the pig's belly flop back down into his lap when the immobile blob started to giggle to himself.

Without warning, Sid found himself being sprayed by a torrent of the pig's piss.  It hit him in the face and chest, a sudden blast of hot wetness that drenched him from head to toe.   Sid backed away, stumbling in the slippery puddle as the pig's belly dropped down heavily into his lap, causing the fountain of urine to find a new path through a deep layer of fleshy folds.

"BAD!!   NO FOOD!   HE SAID NO FOOD!"  the pig hollered, throwing the big empty plastic bowl to the floor.

Sid was revolted, but his cock was throbbing.   He hated the pig so much, but loved how it made him feel.   He looked at the obese porker as a yellow stream poured onto the floor, another stream of yellow butter trickling down the curve of his belly towards his lap.

"You fucking pig..." Sid sighed, defeated.   

He got up onto his feet and looked at the mess that he would now have to clean up.   The squirt of protein in his stomach was the only thing that fueled him to continue, but it had been worth it.   He spent the next thirty minutes cleaning the pig, soaping and rinsing his lap and folds before powdering and applying ointments.   It was an exhausting task that usually went directly into the waste bucket under the chair, but his need for a meal had changed the aim of the pig's fat pad hole.   It was his own fault for causing this mess.

"HUNGRY!" the pig drooled as Sid finished cleaning.

Sid brought him his lunch - a deep restaurant serving tray filled with pulled pork in a thick fatty gravy.   The tray sat on top of the pig's belly so he could eat with his hands.   He looked like a giant baby, digging into the food and cramming it into his face without a single thought in his brain.   It was hypnotic to watch him eat - everything slid down his throat so relentlessly that he didn't seem human.   Everything he ate was steeped in hormones and drugs, keeping him ravenous, brain dead and horny.  He was just as trapped as Sid was and this turned them both on.   

For an hour while the pig was eating, Sid showered himself off and laid down in exhaustion on his lonely bare mattress.   He had only fallen asleep for ten minutes before he was woken up by the pig's voice calling him from the next room.

"MORE!!!" 

The tray of pulled pork was empty and he was busy licking the sauce from his fingers to make sure there was nothing left to tempt Sid.   Sid slowly dragged himself to the fridge to see what else was left to pour into the pig's belly.   One last gallon jug of creamy slop was left in the fridge - the bodybuilder would be back soon to refill the fridge and cupboard like he always did in the afternoon.    Sid brought the pig the last jug and rubbed his erection on the pig's belly as he watched the gallon of slop empty into the pig like it was nothing more than a small cup.    

"MORE!!!" the pig sputtered before he even finished removing the jug from his mouth. 

"There isn't any more, you fat fuck," Sid said with the slightest grin.    He didn't get many chances to gloat but any time that the pig ran out of food, Sid felt a twinge of joy in knowing that the pig was feeling the same way that he did, in some strange form.

"SO HUNGRY!!! FEED ME!" the pig barked.

"I told you, there's no more food, you tubby pile of shit," Sid snarled in return.

The pig huffed and grabbed Sid's erection with his greasy hand, pulling him closer.  

"You found food earlier," the pig grunted, patting his upper belly to signal Sid to climb up on top of him.   

Sid crawled up onto the chair and spread his legs to straddle the pig's gargantuan belly, letting his seven inches of hard cock drag up over his bellybutton and into all the drips and smears of pulled pork gravy.   He climbed up onto the pig's chest with his bony ass cushioned by a deep seat of soft lard.    His hard cock sprung up and slapped the pig in the chins, leaving a gravy spattered mark on the flabby rolls.   Without hesitation, the pig sucked Sid's entire cock into his mouth like a vacuum cleaner and began eagerly slurping his tongue around it.   Sid's eyes rolled back into his head - the pig was the most talented cock sucker he had ever been with.   He hungrily slobbered over every inch, enjoying the flavour of Sid's flesh but racing to make him cum.   He was starving for more.

Sid began to buck his hips to drive his cock deeper down the pig's throat when he smelled the familiar scent of steroid-pumped muscles dripping with a post-workout sweat.   He hadn't heard the monster bodybuilder come down the stairs, but he knew the smell of his sweat and froze in fear.  The brute was always angry at what Sid did, and he knew he'd be furious at the sight of him riding on top of his pig, especially after not getting a chance to fuck his pig this morning.  

"Hey, pig shit," the muscle bull said firmly from behind Sid.   

Sid was so close to cumming.   He kept pushing his hips even though he knew he shouldn't.   Strong hands grabbed him by the hips and yanked him back and down to the floor.   Sid's cock audibly popped out of the pig's mouth as he went flying down to the cement.   The bodybuilder towered over him and pressed his bare foot down on Sid's cock, pressing it hard into the floor.    Sid yelped but was incredibly turned on by the show of dominance.   The bodybuilder was baring his teeth like a wild animal and glaring down at him.

"Disgusting fucker, I should crush you where you are," the man growled deep, sweat dripping down his naked body, a drop of sweat dangling from his meaty cock.   

"HUNGRY!" the pig blurted out.

"Looks like he's eaten everything... fat fucking pig," the bodybuilder said, directing his focus away from Sid.    "Piggy needs a fuck, doesn't he?"

The pig snorted in approval, oinking and making pig sounds in the way that the muscle beast loved.    He pulled the pig up onto his feet with all of his muscles bulging and then lowered him down onto the floor, right on top of Sid.    Sid felt the soft expanse of the pig's belly pour down onto his knees and crotch, which was painfully close to orgasm.   The weight kept dropping onto him, spilling out around him like a giant water balloon.   The pig's food-smeared tits hung down over Sid's face before plopping down and burying him completely.    Sid licked and sucked at the pig's nipples, knowing he could lick up some gravy while he had the chance.   

 The weight crushed down on Sid as the pig's entire 1200lbs of lard spread out over top of him.   He was completely buried and struggling to breathe under the pig's massive chest.   The pig squeezed his shoulders together as much as he could to make sure that Sid was unable to breathe under the voluminous pair of moobs.    Sid squirmed in both fear and delight under the weight, feeling like he was being smothered and crushed, and he began to hump the fat that was on top of him, wanting to make sure that if he was crushed, he'd die having fun.   

The weight increased greatly as the oversized bulky bodybuilder pushed his burly heft into the pig's ass.    He had spread the cheeks wide but was still unable to see the puckered asshole that sat in the depths of the giant ass crack.   The muscle bull pushed his sweaty cock into the greasy divide and pushed all of his weight into his thrusts, driving his pumped erection deeper with force.   The pig flinched as the bull's cock rammed into his hole with a powerful pop,  His fucking was wild and overly aggressive, to the point of being painful to the pig, but he loved the pain more than he did the pleasure.   His enormous body sloshed and rocked up and down, pressing so hard into Sid that he began to think that this might truly be it for him - he might not survive the next few minutes.  

"Yeah, pig.   You need this... You live for this," the muscle bull told the pig as he pumped harder and harder.   "Grow fatter for me...  be the biggest pig.   I deserve the biggest!   I deserve the fattest fucking pig alive!"

Sid could barely hear the words, his face covered in blubber that sealed around his ears, his eyes, his nose and mouth.    He could taste the pig's sweaty skin as he attempted to find a crevice in the lard with some air to breath.   The pile of flesh rubbed hard on his cock as the two men on top of him continued fucking, but the intensity of the situation was preventing Sid from cumming.    

"MORE!" the bull hollered, grabbing handful of fleshy lard and using his full strength to pull the pig's helpless body closer.

"MORE!" the pig echoed, excited by the muscular brute ramming his asshole and his promise of endless gluttony.   

"I'm going to fucking destroy you, you worthless pile of shit!!!" the man said, biting hard at the back of the pig's neck and ears.  

The pounding suddenly stopped as the muscle beast began letting out a raging primal scream that filled the room.   The pig moaned deeply, trails of drool falling from his open mouth as the man pumped a heavy load of cum deep into the tight asshole.   The bodybuilder froze in place for ten seconds, draining every last drop into his pig before pulling out and exiting the room without a word, leaving Sid to escape from underneath the pig on his own.

At first, Sid was unable to move an inch, the pile of lard on top of him pinning him down so completely that all he could move was a few fingers.   He managed to move his hand out from under the flab and grasp onto one side of the pig's belly, giving him enough wiggle room to push and sway at the pig's immobile body with larger and larger waves until he managed to free an arm and a leg.    With great effort, he pulled his face out from under the pig's chest and into his arm pit where he rested for a minute to catch his breath in a tiny opening while the wet stinking underarm fat rested and dripped on his face.  Another ten minutes of struggle finally got Sid to the point where he was free, leaving a wet slimy trail on the floor from where his body dragged itself out from under the colossal pig.   

"So hungry!" the pig whimpered as he laid there helpless.    

The pig's belly spread out in all directions, his bloated face nestled on the hefty sack of chest fat and his flabby arms spread out uselessly to his sides.   His monstrous ass sat high atop the blob, the cheeks spread open by the pulling force of his elephantine legs.   Sid crawled up onto his knees and got a good look at the pig's ass.   A white trail of the bodybuilder's seed dribbled from the gelatinous overhanging ass cheeks, tickling the pig as it dripped slowly down his balls.   Sickened with himself, Sid quickly swooped down and licked up the visible white globs of the bodybuilder's spunk, starving for any kind of fuel.

"FEED ME!!!" the pig demanded.   "SO HUNGRY!!!"

Sid sneered and looked at the counter to see if the bodybuilder had brought anything when he came downstairs.   Staring back at him was a big bucket that looked full of food.  The man often brought a big bucket of food with him - usually a mixture of multiple casseroles and creamy dishes meant to serve dozens of people, all dumped into a bucket for when the pig was on the floor instead of the chair.    Sid brought over the pig's trough and dumped the bucket of sloppy foods into it.    The pig dove his face in without a second thought, noisily gorging with giant cheek-stuffing bites.  

Sid looked around and listened carefully for footsteps.   He wasn't allowed to fuck the pig in the ass, but it was a perfect opportunity to slip in quickly before their brawny maniac returned.   The pig was busy eating and probably wouldn't notice if he pushed in deep for a minute, and muscle beast wouldn't even know.   He decided to take his chances with the rare opportunity and approached the pig's ass, desperate to finally blow his load after all the events of the day.   

Placing his hands on either cheek, Sid spread the fat as far as he could and looked at the slug trail of cum leading down deep into the fold, showing him exactly where to push to get into his hole.    His erection was throbbing so hard he could feel the heartbeat in the shaft as he guided it into place.    He hadn't been able to fuck the pig's ass in months - the last time he was caught by the muscle beast and ended up with a black eye.   The pig's hole was purely for the bodybuilder's pleasure, no one else's, but Sid couldn't resist.

He pushed in deeply in one solid movement that was lubricated from the cum that was already filling his leaking hole.   The pig's insides felt so hot and intimate that he could only sigh and hold his cock still to ease into the sensation, like he was slipping into a hot tub.    The pig grunted and sputtered in his food trough, saying something that Sid couldn't understand.    He pushed in again and the pig moaned in response.   Another thrust and the pig snorted like a pig.   Sid could feel the pig's insides tense up and push, like he was trying to force Sid out of his hole.    Sid growled and grasped hard onto the pig's love handles as he pushed in again.  The pig grunted repeatedly, and Sid could feel as his cock was being sucked on by the pig's anal sphincter until he couldn't hold it in any longer, flooding the pig's guts with cum.  The rush of pleasure filled his body as he felt a moment of pure bliss.

The pig said something again, but Sid couldn't understand.   He leaned in closer and could hear the pig say, "You deserve this," followed by a hard grunt that caused his anal muscles to push Sid's cock out of his asshole.    

Sid suddenly realized what was happening and scrambled back as fast as he could.   A thunderous belch of gas erupted from the pig's asshole, followed by the usual train of crap that came every three hours.    Sid narrowly escaped the sudden thick rope of waste that coiled down onto the floor between his flabby legs.   The pig was laughing so hard he could barely catch his breath.  He snorted and tried to turn his head back to look but, because of his fat neck rolls, he was unable to look behind him to see what torture he had unleashed onto Sid.

"You fucking hog!   You fucking disgusting shit!!" Sid said, scrambling to his feet and looking himself over to see if the pig had achieved his disgusting plan.  Luckily, Sid had avoided all of it.

"Clean me up!" the pig demanded, stuffing his mouth full of creamy noodles and ham.  

Sid stared down at the revolting pile of lard and the pile of shit that it had created.  His orgasm had temporarily cleared his mind of all the sexual chaos like it always did and suddenly none of his surroundings thrilled him anymore.   The sexual rush that constantly filled his body had vanished in an instant, leaving him feeling revolted and hopeless.   

What was he doing with his life?

How could he have let this happen?

Would he ever escape?

"I deserve this."

He slumped his shoulders and felt tears welling up in his eyes.   Without the constant tug of sexual fantasy pulling him along, the exhausting menial tasks of keeping the pig cleaned and fed was pure torture.   He felt wasted and weak, used and toyed with... he was in a prison of his own choosing, and he chose the most depraved and disgusting life that he could have.   

"So hungry..." the pig chuckled to himself as he looked up at the drained look of disgust on Sid's face.     He knew what it was like after orgasm - the shame and the self hate that flooded back in that instant, and he knew exactly how to make Sid feel like a worthless goon in that moment.    

"I'm so hungry...  I'm so fucking hungry... oh my god, what am I doing?" Sid said in a panic to himself, lowering himself down next to the trough and eyeing the delicious pile of food that was resting inside of it.  The pig raised his heavy bloated arm and slapped Sid across the face with such a weighted force that it threw him to the ground with a spray of creamy sauce.   

"MINE!!! ALL FUCKING MINE!!!  GET BACK!" the pig yelled, with more specks of food spraying from his mouth as he did.    He greedily began shoving huge handfuls into his mouth and swallowing without chewing in order to eat it all before Sid got a chance to steal any.

Sid slowly crawled away to get the shovel and clean-up kit for when the pig made a mess on the floor.    He filled a bucket with the pig's waste, weighed it on the scale like he required to do, and removed it from the room, returning with a mop to sterilize the floor before tackling the mess that remained on the pig's body.   It was only when he finished cleaning when Sid felt a twinge of lust creep back into him mind.   He poked his finger into the pig's asshole and wiggled it around.    It took just seconds before Sid had a raging erection again, this time making him start fisting the pig hard until he finished the trough of food.    The pig gasped and moaned between mouthfuls and ate faster and faster until the trough was empty and his ass was aching with pleasure.

His life would forever be contained in that room.  Both of them were doomed but the pig would never let Sid know the secret to his fate.   The pig was just like Sid, or at least he used to be.    Three years ago, the pig was the starving thin caretaker of the bodybuilder's previous pig.  He had spent a year as the malnourished kinky caretaker, feeding the previous pig to extremes under the control of the muscular herculean man.    He fed the pig so fat that his body couldn't handle it anymore and succumbed to the relentless unhealthy flood of fatty foods at a staggering final weight of 1,454lbs.   That's when he became the new pig.    For a year, the bodybuilder kept him strapped down in the pig's chair and fed him gainer shakes and liquid calories with a tube that emptied directly into his belly until his body was bloated and heavy with lard.  The bodybuilder then placed another ad for a caretaker to feed and look after his pig just like he had done for the last pig, and Sid showed up practically over night.   That was a year ago, back when he was only 600lbs and weakened from a year of forced immobility and tube feeding, but now he was double that weight and completely out of control, thanks to Sid's constant care. 

The pig knew that his time was running up, just like it had for the last pig, and it would soon be Sid's turn to take his place.   He resented him for that.   He had starved and worked so hard to be able to get into his current position of being the fattest, most overfed hog, and it infuriated him that Sid would replace him in just a matter of months or even weeks.  It was like seeing himself in the mirror, constantly reminding him of his past life.

"MORE!" the pig yelled as soon as his trough was empty.   

He was stuffed to the brim but he needed more.  He deserved more.   Sid slipped his hand and fingers out of the pig's asshole and reluctantly went to find the next thing to feed him.    He looked so terribly thin, but the pig knew that it wouldn't be long before that skinny frame would be bloated with lard.   The pig knew that once he had grown so fat that he would drown in his own blubber, he would disappear forever like he never existed and Sid would simply take his place and be rewarded by the new feeder slave.   It made him want nothing more than to break Sid down and make him suffer at every chance he got like his pig had done to him.    He had it so much worse than Sid.   He needed Sid to be hungrier, weaker, and more submissive.   He needed to destroy him as much as he could before he ran out of time.   Sid would surely replace him, but the pig made certain that the skinny goon would have to suffer through hell, like he had done with the previous pig, before he could experience a single moment of gluttonous pleasure.   

"So hungry..." the pig mocked, licking Sid's flat growling stomach.   "Piggy so hungry..."

Sid dumped more food into the trough and watched the pig continue eating even though he was clearly too full to function.   Starving, Sid made his way back to the mattress to collapse and wait for the next command to follow.   He would never escape this life, but he didn't want to, no matter how much it damaged him.    He loved the contrast and the domination too much.  He loved the endless pain of it.  His hatred and jealousy of the blubbery pig drove him to push him fatter daily in hopes that today would be the day his bloated overfed body drown in its own lard.  That might be his only escape - if he fattened the pig to death, maybe the muscled animal upstairs would let him free.  

He began jerking off, thinking about the pig being too fat to survive, so turned on that his cock erupted quickly, nearly draining the life from him.   He felt so weak... so hungry... he needed to lay down and sleep so he couldn't feel the starving pangs.   He needed to escape but was too addicted to the punishment to even try.  He needed more.

He deserved this.