chapter 2: breaking

I don't know how long I laid there in the dark with no stimuli except for the constant discomfort of an overfull belly, the taste of the creamy shake that was being pumped into me, and the droning words repeating in my ears and bouncing around in my brain. From what I could discern, the machine that was feeding me had some way of monitoring how full my stomach was so that it could constantly keep me stuffed full without injuring me, simply stretching my stomach and therefore increasing my appetite in the future. From the looks of the vat, I wasn't going to be running out of gainer shake for a long, long time.
As everything blurred together, I found myself focusing all of my attention on the words that continually flowed through my mind and kept me occupied.
"You are a piggy."
"You exist to get fatter."
"Asher makes you fatter."
"Your fat makes Asher happy."
The more I thought about Asher, the more I realized how much I really appreciated him. Yes, I appreciated my captor. I mean, he was doing all of this for me, right? He deserves to be truly happy. And if my fat makes him happy, then shouldn't I be trying to get fatter for him? After all, it's the least I could do to repay him for allowing me into his life.
Time pushed forward sluggishly as my mind was steadily degraded and left repeating the words it had heard so many times. At this point, I could feel the effects the shake had been having on my body, even without sight or free hands to touch my own body with. I could feel my belly beginning to creep down over my crotch, covering up my dick and swallowing it in fat. My ass had grown quite significantly and I could feel the jiggly blubber building up underneath me and pushing me slightly up off the table. My arms and legs, which had originally been slender sticks, now felt softer and larger, and I could feel the larger amount of the cold metal table that they were touching. My cheeks had grown enormously round and chubby, and I had at least one extra chin that I could feel touching my growing, tender moobs that weighed down on my chest.
Finally, after waiting for what felt like ages, a break in the monotony.
The words had changed.
"You are gay."
Wait, am I really? No, no, I'm straight, I've always been straight.
"You think men are sexy."
No, I don't, I like women. Always have, always will.
"You think muscular men are hot."
Fuck, no, I can see where this is going and I don't like it.
"You think Asher is sexy."
Shut up, shut up!
"You love Asher. You are sexually attracted to Asher. Asher's muscles are hot. You love Asher's pecs. You love Asher's abs. You love Asher's legs. You love Asher's ass."
I needed to get out of here. He had fattened me up and made me fall into his little mind games, but there was no way in hell that he would be making me turn gay for him. That's too fucking far.
"You crave Asher. You need Asher. You want Asher's dick."
"You want Asher to fuck you. You want Asher's dick in your blubbery ass."
I fought against the restraints and realized what all that time of letting my muscles degrade had done to me. I had too much new fat on my body and less muscle to move it with. The struggle was ultimately pointless and I knew it.
"You want Asher to find you sexy. Asher finds your fat sexy. You want to get fatter. You need to get fatter. The fatter you get, the happier Asher gets. The happier Asher gets, the sexier he thinks you are. The sexier he thinks you are, the fatter he will make you."
As the words in my ears began to relate all of the new information to the things it had already taught me, I slowed my struggle. I knew that I was kind of a piggy, and that Asher liked me as his piggy. So I did want to get fatter and sexier for him... So don't I find him sexy?
My will slowly crumbled as my new, easily moldable mind started to warp around the new information, absorbing it and shifting its worldview steadily.
I began to suck harder at the tube in my mouth.
I wanted to get fatter.
I wanted to be immobile just like Asher wanted.
I am a piggy.
I exist to get fatter.
Asher makes me fatter.
My fat makes Asher happy.
I stopped struggling entirely and drank down as much of the gainer shake as I could, despite the pain in my belly. My belly needed to grow, after all, and I needed to work for it. I was absolutely determined to become the biggest, fattest, dumbest piggy Asher could ever have hoped for. As I drifted off to sleep, I dreamed about how it would feel to have his hard, muscular body pressed against my enormous fat ass once I was immobile, and I longed for him to fuck me like the stupid fat pig I was.
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The day the door opened, I had been broken for what felt like years already. I had not only resigned to my fate as a perpetually growing pile of lard, but embraced it enthusiastically. As Asher walked in and looked at my enormous body, I saw his cock begin to grow in his tight underwear. He thought I was sexy. The words were right. And now that he thinks I'm sexy, he'll make me fatter and hotter as a reward, right?
"Wow, piggy. You've been a good boy. Look at this fucking belly! You're so big, oh my god."
I shivered as his strong hands started to explore the many new folds and curves on my body.
"You're doing great, fat boy. It's just about time for the next step."