Camp pig

Chapter 2- The Show Room

Jack continues to try to fight back against the guards, but they’re too strong. Ms. Ratchet leads the struggling Jack to the Show Room. Once they enter, Jack can see that it looks like a normal cafeteria with long tables from the back of the room, where the kitchen is located, all the way to a stage that has a ramp in the middle that leads from the floor to stage level. Jack takes a moment from trying to fight the guards to gawk at all of the tables and the double wide ***es dressed just like him sitting at them.

“Help, someone help me!” Jack pleads to no avail. The other pigs are far too concerned with stuffing their faces.

“It’s no use piggy.” Ms. Ratchet chimes in. “They’re all dumb, docile and submissive just as you’ll be soon enough.” Ms. Ratchet and the guards bring Jack onto the stage and fasten him to a sturdy wooden chair set center stage. “Ahem, piggies! I’d like to introduce you to our new pig, 157. As you can see he’s quite small but soon he’ll be just as rotund as all of you, so I want you all to welcome him.”

All of the pigs start to oink and grunt while most of their mouths are still full of food. Jack looks on in horror seeing how every single one of them are morbidly obese and judging by their eyes, it’s as if they’re all in haze. Ms. Ratchet turns and looks at Jack with a wicked smile. “Are you ready piggy?”

“R-ready for wha-”. Before Jack can finish, one of the guards shoves a funnel in his mouth and fastens it around his head, another brings out what looks like a gallon of chocolate milkshake and hands the pitcher to Ms. Ratchet. Jack tries to shake his head, but the guards force him to remain still as Ms. Ratchet begins to pour the concoction down the funnel. It’s so chocolaty and thick, it’s like swallowing liquid cement. Jack is forced to drink gulp after gulp of the fattening shake. Halfway through the pitcher, Jack can already feel his stomach begin to swell.

“That’s it piggy, keep drinking.” Ms. Ratchet coos as she rubs his bloating gut. “This’ll stretch your stomach so much. Hope you didn’t like your abs.” Jack tries to talk back, but he can’t because of the funnel and all of the gainer shake being poured down it. “My my, you’re really going to be a resilient pig. Don’t worry though, we have ways of breaking you.”

Ms. Ratchet pours the last bit of the pitcher into the funnel. As Jack finishes the last gulp, he lets out a sigh of relief. He tries to speak with the funnel in his mouth demanding to be let go now that he’s done.

Ms. Ratchet laughs. “Aw, it’s adorable that you think you’re done. Tsk tsk, no you’re not done; we would never let our pigs off that easily, even our beginners.” Three more nurses walk on stage, each holding two pitchers of the gainer shake. Jack’s eyes widen. “Aw, are you scared piggy? Good, now open wide.” Ms. Ratchet starts pouring the first of the six pitchers into the funnel as the other nurses watch on and laugh as the guards continue to hold down Jack who won’t stop squirming to free himself. She pours pitcher after pitcher into the funnel, Jack sometimes refuses to drink, but she zaps him until he complies. Once he finishes the sixth and final pitcher, his stomach is so bloated that it’s noticeable through the baggy shirt. “Aw, when’s the baby due?” Ms. Ratchet asks while rubbing his distended gut.

Jack doesn’t reply, he’s in a bloated haze barely able to remain awake. Ms. Ratchet smiles and has the guards pull out the funnel and undo the restraints. Jack wants to try to run for it, but he can’t move, he’s just so full. One of the guards brings up a wheelchair and they all help him into it and begin to wheel him back to his cabin. Once there, the guards help him into bed and cuff his wrist and ankles to the bed posts.

“Now I hope you enjoyed today piggy because this is going to be your new life.” Ms. Ratchet says, rubbing Jack’s aching tummy. “It’s up to you how this goes. You’re going to get fat no matter what. How you act determines whether the process is gentle and rewarding, or hard and forceful.” She smacks his beach ball stomach. “Good night piggy, see you in the morning.”