The Four Encouragers of Freshman Year: Lou

December

I strapped his fat ass to the wooden chair. The pig’s thighs and gut bulged beneath the pressure of the poly strapping. His soft flesh turned pink beneath the pressure as he grunted like a hog and I told him to shut up. He sure had gotten thick during his first semester. His hard on tapped against the soft roll of his underbelly and he looked eager to be fed.

I strapped the funnel feeder to his mouth. It was clear he had done this before as he tipped back his head and readied himself. I had a literal bucket of blended slop ready to pour down his throat. The caloric concoction had a base of whole milk and heavy cream with several scoops of mass gainer and some banana and chocolate syrup for flavor. I tried a bit myself and it immediately had my stomach in knots.

I wasn’t sure what the kid was into besides being fed and getting fatter. He told me this would bring out his submissive side and I intended to find out.  I made sure I was shirtless with muscles pumped and oiled for this feeding session. It felt right to flex my athleticism as I fattened the pig up. He didn’t seem to notice though as he was absolutely focused on being fed. So I poured the calories down his throat.

He chugged and chugged and chugged. I was frankly surprised to see how much he could take. I grabbed his belly and jiggled it several times throughout. I called him a good pig and told him how fat I was going to make him. How he was going to become an undesirable pile of lard that’s only good for eating and fucking. His cock gushed precum the more verbal I became. By the end of it I barely had to touch his prick for him to orgasm.

Before he left he told me I can take it up a notch the next time we meet. This kid was a kinky little shit there was no doubt. I had my eye on him ever since I moved in two years ago. I could tell he was a faggot and that he was into kinky stuff, I just didn’t know what exactly. Once he came back from university looking thicker than ever I decided to hit him up on Grindr. My profile does not hide that I’m a dom and he told me he liked to be submissive as long as it involved him getting fatter. I could do that, I promised him.

The next time he came over I had two ice cream cakes sitting on the basement floor. I told him he needed to eat them before they melted or else he was going to be punished. The pig wasted no time and dropped down on all fours. His belly hung from his body several inches above the floor and his fat ass wobbled naked in the air. He scooped massive handfuls of the cake into his mouth.

“No hands,” I demanded and spanked his ass.

He dove in face first. His shoulders slouched as he shoved his face into the cake, grunting and snorting as he chowed down. “Faster!” I occasionally yelled at him and thwacked his ass with my hand. Each time I made contact his doughy white flesh bounced to and fro before settling back into place with a red mark from the impact.

By the time he finished the first cake the second one was beginning to melt. I scolded him and spurred him to go faster, to stuff himself like a good pig, to prove he didn’t have a fat gut for nothing. Midway through the second cake it was clear he was failing my challenge, just as I had planned. The melted ice cream was spreading across the floor and I made him slurp it up with his greedy lips.

“You failed,” I declared. “Your punishment is a gallon of melted ice cream.”

I slammed the bucket on the ground authoritatively and the pig looked at it sheepishly.

“Go on,” I said. “Don’t think you’re getting the luxury of a funnel this time. You told me you were a pig. A real pig doesn’t need a funnel. A real pig only needs more.”

He groaned and removed the lid. He scooped a handful of the sludge into his mouth.

“No hands,” I demanded.

He tried to lift the bucket to his lips but he was too weak. So he got back on his hands and knees and began to suck the liquid ice cream up like a true pig. I could tell he was struggling so I took some mercy on him and massaged his tummy and fat ass and thighs, encouraging him to keep going. Finally, when the bucket was half empty, he rolled back onto his ass and lifted the container to his lips. He chugged and chugged as streams of ice cream fell down his face and across his swollen belly. Finally, he dropped the bucket and the last quarter of melted ice cream spilled across the floor. He began to wretch.

“If you puke then we’re done. You keep those calories inside that fat gut or I’ll never fatten you up again.”

He didn’t puke, but he still failed his punishment of drinking the full bucket of ice cream. I sent the pig packing covered in a sticky mess. I warned him that he better keep up next time or he will be sorry. He nodded ashamedly.

Over the next several weeks he came over every few days for my treatment. Our sessions mainly consisted of force feeding, funnel feeding, some light bondage, and teasing. I was impressed by his devotion to the role of pig. This kid really seemed determined to get fatter and his capacity did increase with time. Never again did he fail one of my challenges and oftentimes I thought he would.

Naturally, he put on some weight. I noticed it first one day while I was strapping him to the chair to be funnel fed and the strap had to be undone one notch from where it usually sat around his belly. I wagered that there must have been at least a fresh inch of belly fat in that case. His love handles were definitely swelling too, that was obvious. They developed sharp creases above and below the main bubble of fat.

It was quite shocking to see someone grow so quickly and I wondered what he was eating when we weren’t together. He was a good looking kid too. If not for his height, and obviously his weight, he could have been a model. I wondered what drove his desire to become such a bottomless glutton.

For our last meeting I decided to take him out in public. Beneath a turtleneck sweater I fastened a shock collar around his neck and told him that every time he slowed down his eating he would be punished. I drove to the buffet at an odd hour thinking it would be mostly empty but I was dead wrong. It was crowded. I was hesitant at first but I didn’t let the pig know that. The crowd definitely upped the ante.

I sat the pig down at a booth and put together a tray of food for him. I placed it down in front of him and uttered “go.” I started the stopwatch on my apple watch. The pig dug in with gusto and almost immediately we were attracting stares from nearby customers. The pig sat in a skin tight turtleneck sweater, fat around the middle but with a gorgeous mug fit for a greek god, with a mountain of food before him. Across sat myself, hulking with muscle beneath a skin tight tee, middle aged, and not eating a single thing. Neither of us batted an eye.

I only had to buzz the pig three times and each time it worked in speeding up his feeding. Frankly, I wasn’t as personally into this stunt as our other sessions, but I knew he would enjoy it as a parting gift before he returned to school. By the time we were finished his face and chest were stained with food and the pig looked like, well, a pig. His breathing was labored and his gut was swollen beyond belief. When he stood up to leave his cock was fully erect beneath his elastic waistband, with a wet spot accentuating his excitement. When we got back to my truck I shoved a gas station donut in his mouth, keeping my palm clasped tight over his pretty jaw, while I jerked him off to completion.

A couple days later I spied from my window as he left for the airport. The pig looked incredibly fat. I pulled up our grindr thread to look at his photos. The difference was incredible. Twenty, maybe even thirty pounds in a short amount of time. I wanted to take credit for this but I knew the truth: this kid was going to grow fat no matter what.