The Pig Party: Part 1

The pig’s ass hung heavy in the air. For a man of his girth, it had retained a surprising rotundness. Most men over the 500 pound mark became a pillowy mass of belly, but not Will. Each of Will’s ass cheeks were bigger than a watermelon. They were dimpled with cellulite and striped with harsh stretch marks. The massive arse swayed and trembled from the ferociousness of its owner’s feeding.

Pillar-like legs coated in blubber held up the ass. His knees dug into the rug. Even the man’s calves and ankles were fat. His toes were like puffy little nuggets. All of his shoes were long outgrown and if he had to leave the house, Will wore floppy sandals that were mashed flat underneath his weight.

A gargantuan globe of belly fat rested on the ground beneath him, as though it were a built-in pillow for his body. This too was covered in stretch marks that were bright red from the pace with which Will persistently grew fatter. His belly also retained a surprising firmness and gravity defying look to it. Although on all fours it looked as though it were anchoring him to the ground. In fact, it was. Will struggled to get up from this position, which is why his feeder, Matt, liked to see his hog on all fours.

Despite the firmness of Will’s belly, the right side had begun to sag a bit further than the left. Even his right breast had a deeper sag and longer nipple than the rest. Will particularly enjoyed his chest as of late, especially when he assumed this position. His moobs were so plush and voluminous that his chubby arms pressed them together. As with anywhere on his body, Will loved the warm embrace of his folds mashed together.

Naturally, his face was now covered in fat along with the rest of him. His head sat in a ring of fleshy stubbled neck fat with two tight rolls on the back of his skull. Currently, his mouth was in a perpetually open state, his chin sinking beneath the pudge of his upper body.

Will was shoveling in a trough of spaghetti and ground meat. Matt had it prepared with extra fat and grease and butter. Matt patted the side of his pig’s bulging belly with pride.

“Atta boy,” he said. “Fill that tank up. Let’s get you to 600 pounds.”

Will slurped up the last noodle and rolled onto his side. The motion caused the apartment to shake. From a distance one could barely even see Will’s face. All that was visible was a pile of fleshy bulging fat surrounded by luxe modernist furnishings.

“Let’s get him up,” Matt said to his butler, Krowley, a strapping young man silenced by an NDA.

Krowley and Matt, both muscular men, heaved as they hoisted Will to his feet and walked him over to a custom built throne. Will was completely nude and in his typical feeding haze. He was useless when he was like this, nothing more than an eating machine. Unsurprisingly, this was his usual state since marrying Matt all those years ago.

Secured in his throne, Matt wheeled out a vat of gainer shake connected to a funnel headpiece. He strapped Will into the familiar contraption and began pumping a specially concocted formula into his piggy. Will gulped it down easily. These days, Will required an immense amount of calories to even maintain his weight, let alone gain.

Will spread his overgrown thighs wide, attempting to reveal his erection. He was so fat that the head of his cock barely poked out from beneath the fold of chub surrounding it. He thrust his hips a bit, but the pig was so weak that the movement was miniscule.

Matt laughed at his incapacitated pig, “Not yet fat ass. Not until Halloween.”

~

“I don’t wanna go, getting to the car is so much work,” Will moaned.

“Shut up, pig. You don’t make choices anymore, remember? You eat and you fuck.”

“Yes, master.”

Krowley dressed Will in sweatpants and a T-shirt that hadn’t fully covered his stomach in about 100 pounds. These were the only clothes that Will owned. He had outgrown the rest and rarely left the apartment. Since becoming Matt’s pig, Will barely saw sunlight and his friends and family were a distant memory.

Matt exerted a vast amount of control over Will. When they met, Will was hard up for cash and nearly homeless. Matt stepped in and gave him a place to stay and all the free food in the world. At first, Will was not interested in gaining but he couldn’t turn down the lavish lifestyle he was being offered. If all he had to do to get rich was get fat, then Will was game.

The pounds piled on rapidly and before he knew it, Will was a complete glutton. It was like a switch had been flipped and suddenly Will was obsessed with food. He and Matt’s sex life improved as his waist grew larger. Around the mid 300s Will had become a complete recluse whose days were filled with eating and lazing about. The couple got married around that time in a small private ceremony.

When Will broke 400 pounds Matt became more domineering. When Will broke 500 pounds he became submissive out of necessity. Everything was getting difficult. Walking from the bedroom to the kitchen was a work out. He needed a hand held shower head just to clean himself. Jerking off was no longer easy as he struggled to reach his cock.

At this point, Will’s weight began to plateau. The weight that piled on so easily before was now hard won. He had to consume such massive amounts of food on a daily basis that he just about never stopped eating. It took years to get past 550 and as the numbers on the scale stalled Matt became increasingly sadistic.

They were now incorporating BDSM into their sex life on a daily basis. Matt enjoyed degrading Will verbally and physically. He called Will all sorts of names and often made him crawl around the floor to get food, spanking or whipping him along the way. Will was sometimes blindfolded and stuffed with mystery foods until he was close to vomiting. The list wore on, and Will found himself enjoying almost all of it.

He especially enjoyed when Matt deprived him of orgasm. Since he struggled to reach his cock, Will very much relied on Matt for a good wank. Since Matt was refusing to let him come, Will was eager to see what was in store for Halloween, even if he complained about having to waddle all the way to the freight elevator and then to the parking garage.

~

Arriving at The Pig Party, Matt showed the bouncer at the gate his ID and then cruised his Escalade inside of a black tent. Wearing a black suit and holding a masquerade mask, Matt exited the car and then helped Will out. The tent was dimly lit and Will couldn’t quite make out what was happening. The valet took Matt’s keys and someone else showed them to a spacious dressing room and handed them a pig mask.

Inside, Matt stripped Will naked. Will was breathing heavy from all the commotion. Matt rubbed his pig’s belly lovingly.

“You’re such a good pig,” Matt whispered as he secured the mask over Will’s face. “Now come with me.”

They exited the dressing room and Will caught glimpses of several other people, all resembling Matt and himself: men in suits and overweight guys in the nude wearing pig masks. Stepping outside of the tent the air was brisk as the sun set. They were on a cobblestone path behind several other couples, thruples, and harems. The path seemed to wind on for ages. Will wasn’t the only pig out of breath and flushing pink. Several of the pigs, many smaller than Will, were also struggling. Finally, they came to a stop.

A long line stood waiting to get into the party. The house was monolithic but nondescript. Simple brick and ivy covered the facade in a manner that was stately but not gauche. Undeniably, the host and the attendees were as wealthy as the pigs were fat. Will was a bit nervous as he did not know what he was getting himself into. He remembered once years ago when one of Matt’s friends tried to purchase him. This was the first time Will realized there was a whole cabal of rich men invested in fattening other young guys. Surely, he was headed into the belly of the beast so to speak. A pang of fear struck him.

They waited in line for about twenty minutes before making it to the front door. Standing guard was a hefty man of about 300 pounds clad in a leather suit and wearing a pig mask. He asked for the password and Matt replied in a strange pig latin. The man accepted this password and demanded that Will turn around and bend over. Will complied. The man held a butt plug with a pigs tail and swiftly popped it inside of Will’s rear.

“Welcome to The Pig Party,” he gravely muttered and opened the door.