chapter 1: taken

5 Years Earlier ..

I walked out of that stadium feeling like I was on top of the world. Finally graduating high school after all those years of boredom and misery was such an incredible feeling. Now that I was free of my prison of a school district, I could finally go off to college and study what I actually cared about and wanted to learn. I planned on studying psychology in the hopes that I could truly help people one day. I'd already won several awards and scholarships because of the essays I wrote on the topic. My most well circulated piece was an essay I wrote on feelings of helplessness when confronted with situations that you can't control. It was a fascinating topic to research.
"Hey, Ethan!"
I heard Asher call to me from the crowd of people in their caps and gowns and turned to see him making his way toward me, slipping gracefully between a kissing couple and a parent taking far too many pictures of their kid.
Asher was one of my good friends from AP Psych. We sat next to each other the entire year and quietly poked fun at our perpetually unenthusiastic teacher, much to our own amusement. One of the most striking things about Asher was how physically fit he was. His biceps always seemed to completely fill his short sleeves, his defined pecs were clearly visible through most of his shirts, and his muscular, bubbly ass was one that every girl swooned over. He was never the massive bodybuilder type, just a slim and clearly strong guy. My few gay friends frequently asked me about him in the hopes that they'd have a shot with him, but I was always sad to inform them that I didn't think Asher was attracted to anyone at all. He had never had a girlfriend or boyfriend, and he never talked about people he was into at all. That was perfectly fine by me, of course, he was a dear friend and I would have accepted him whether he was gay, straight, bi, or something else entirely. I did find it a bit curious though.
"Ethan, buddy! We finally made it! Can you believe this? We're free!"
"Hell yeah, man, I'm so fucking happy! No more sitting in Psych listening to the 'ol android droning on and on, making interesting shit boring."
"God, I'm gonna miss that man. I have such bad insomnia, and he never once failed to put me to sleep with his lectures."
We chatted and laughed together for hours as all the other people trickled away back to their own homes and families. Eventually I noticed that we were the last two people left in front of the stadium. Asher put his arm around my back as we watched the sun setting gently. The world was silent, the wind was still, I was sitting next to my best friend, and everything felt peaceful. I was happy.
That's when I felt a prick on my shoulder.
I blacked out.
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"Wakey wakey, Ethan..."
I opened my eyes slowly and was greeted by Asher's welcoming face looking down at me from above. Had I passed out? What happened? And... Why is Asher wearing nothing but underwear?
I looked up at his firm, muscular body and was mesmerized by his smooth pecs flexing at uneven intervals. His abs were well defined and he had a perfect V pointing down to his crotch. I could see an enormous bulge in his tight underwear, and as he walked towards the back wall, I admired his perky bubble butt swaying gently with each step.
Suddenly, broken out of my trance, I wondered where I was and started to truly perceive the room I was in. The first thing I noticed was a large tube hanging over me. The tube was attached to an enormous vat in the corner of the brightly lit room, with some sort of machine at the base. As I tried to sit up to better analyze my surroundings, I discovered that I was strapped down to a large metal table and couldn't move an inch.
"What the... What the fuck?! Asher, what happened?! Where am I?!"
"Calm down Ethan. You're at my place. And here's the best part: you live here now."
"What the fuck? What do you mean I live here?"
"Ethan, I like you. I like you a lot. I never said it to your face because I was afraid that you'd stop talking to me for good. But there's one thing that I always felt about you that I'm going to fix for you now."
"What are you talking about? What are you going to fix?"
He looked me in the eye and began to smile warmly.
"You're too thin, Ethan. You hardly have any meat on your bones at all."
I had been underweight my entire life, so this was still the least surprising thing I had learned that day.
"So? How do you plan on FIXING that? Are you gonna force me to work out or something?"
"Oh, no, of course not. Ya see, I'd really prefer it if the weight you gained wasn't muscle."
"What do you mean?"
He paused, smiling, and started walking toward me, reaching for the hose above me.
"I'm going to make you fat, Ethan. I brought you here to be fattened up like you're my prize piggy. I want you to be so, so fat and stupid and greedy. So fat that you can't stand up, can't move a muscle from all the blubber pinning you down. So stupid that you can't even speak, only oink like the fat piggy you are. So greedy that you'll continue to gorge yourself with pure lard in order to get even fatter, even after you're completely immobile. You will get fat for me, Ethan. You're my fatty now. You're my big, fat pet piggy."
As I stared at him in horror, he shoved the tube into my mouth and secured it to my face with straps that I hadn't noticed beforehand. He walked over to the machine at the base of the vat, his muscles pulsing with energy, and flipped a switch. Immediately I felt a thick, creamy substance pouring down my throat and into my stomach. My belly began to fill up and expand as I was stuffed so full that I could hardly breathe. The whole time, Asher rubbed my belly and whispered words of encouragement into my ear.
"Good piggy, good good piggy. You're doing so good. Don't you worry. I'll take care of you. You'll be such a stupid, happy fatty. God, you're going to be so sexy once you're my immobile blob of fat. Just keep eating, piggy. Eat and grow fatter."
Before he left the room, Asher grabbed a pair of headphones from underneath the table and placed them on my head. Immediately, soothing sounds entered my ears. Being the only thing to distract me from the pain of being forcibly fattened, I listened intently. As Asher turned off the lights and closed the door, I began to hear words flooding into my mind. Words that I would soon become well acquainted with.
"You are a piggy."
"You exist to get fatter."
"Asher makes you fatter."
"Your fat makes Asher happy."