Chapter 3 - new machines

I have now been here for what feels like a week, and my weight is 154 pounds. I can see, clearly, that I am supposed to be gaining weight here. At least, that is what my master wants. I can still move. Well, I would be able to if it weren't for the clamps. It has been the same monotony of eating, and falling asleep. No new messages, besides my weight, have appeared on the television.

I have begun to like it here, even if it is a prison. I no longer feel a need to protest against my restraints. Besides, all of my previous attempts have failed. So why keep trying?

The flavor of the creamy liquid today is banana. I wear the mask, as usual. It starts to flow through the pipe into my swollen gut. I notice a new machine popping out of the floor. It uses a pair of mechanical hands to grab my underwear and rip it off, leaving me completely naked. The leg clamps retract.

I feel exposed and ashamed to be in this state. Then, a message flashes on the television.

"Don't be scared, Pig. We like you just the way you are."

The hand-machine retracts back into the floor below my feet, still holding my tattered underwear. In a strange way, I kind of like this feeling of not wearing clothes.

I also feel like someone is watching me, since they knew about my reactions.

I collapse into sleep after I finish the stuffing.

After some time, I wake up again. A button has appeared on the side of my chair. It says, "Push for food."

Intrigued, I push it. The mask descends from above; and the television says, "Well done, Pig. If you continue to impress us by eating extra you may get a reward. For now, we have something special for you. You'll see when you begin the feeding."

This is definitely interesting. I equip the mask. The hand-machines extend up from the floor, now, and approach my genitals. A second set of mechanical hands also come with the first, and they approach my stomach. As I eat, all four of them begin to massage me.

It feels so good to be massaged. When I slow down eating, the hands slow down. And when I speed up, they speed up. Before long, I find myself gulping down vast quantities of the liquid. My penis and scrotum are massaged and it feels so good, I never want it to end. Then, I feel myself about to ejaculate. I eat and eat and eat.

I didn't know it at the time, but this would make me associate food and sex for a long time.

My weight? 162 pounds.

After I do ejaculate, I stop eating and sleep.