Chapter 3 - 2.1: probing the limits (kai's perspective)

Pyr chuckles and exits the room, pulling Daniel behind her, leaving me alone with Makayla. I smile at her, "I will give you a few minutes to get settled." She doesn't answer, and I walk out of the room, making sure to close the window with a snap of my fingers before I do.
I walk - or, rather, dash - down to my study; I need to determine how I will start the game with my new girl-pig. I decide to make Makayla a milkshake. Seems like a decent place to start. I get out a human recipe book that I got one time when I went to the Paris last decade. Ah, Paris, such memories. There had been this painfully thin (to start with, at least) but delicious-smelling brunette - Sophie, one of my favourite girl-pigs - that was really into milkshakes. I met her in one of those adorable cafes that they have in France. She must have been about nineteen, very pretty but well-behaved girl. I think she had just broken up with her boyfriend or something, those details are fuzzy. She seemed surprised when I sat across from her at the two-person table she had been sharing with loneliness and offered to buy her a drink. She was definitely pleased to have some company. We talked for a few hours, first just small talk but deep conversation soon enough. A very romantic way to meet a very romantic girl in the most romantic city in the world. I had to lie about my past and my intentions, but she couldn't have noticed. I asked her to run away with me, and, of course, she said yes. The next few weeks were the best of her life... and rather pitifully the last. I kept her in a stolen apartment in the outskirts of Berlin. Absolutely adorable, my Sophie. I fed her, we talked, and we fucked, and she was happy, happier than she had ever been. She cheerfully and openly let me fatten her; she knew I liked her growing, liked her more the bigger she got. She never once asked me why as she ballooned up to become a delicious, gigantic pork within the month. I was kind to her (she really did love me, I felt like I had to be): she was happily asleep, bloated and round after a full feast, piggishly snoring when I..... She didn't feel any pain. She's one of the few that I actually grew to care for in a way as more than just as a girl-pig. I kind of miss her, actually, but oh, she was so tasty.
Let's see, now... cream, milk, vanilla extract, cinnamon... oh, who am I kidding? I close the book and wave my hand. A very large glass full to the brim with milkshake appears on the table. I look at the drink thoughtfully for a second, head inclined to the side, and then wave my hand a second time. Probably a good idea to add a bit of magic to fatten her faster and keep her obedient (it worked so well with Sophie). The milkshake glows dull pink for a second.

I walk slowly back towards the tower room. Makayla looking adorably fat sitting on that sofa. "I'm not fucking drinking a drop of that stuff," she snaps. Of course my fear aura dissipated without me. But well, her expression is all worth it. The stubborn, spoiled face of a pampered girl... ah, so cute. And her fat just makes it all the more appealing.

"It's just ice cream, aren't you hungry?" I ask with a warm smile.

"Go to hell!" she shouts, indignant.

I cup her face with the long fingers of my left hand. Her cheeks feel even more delicious than they look. She tries to pull away, but, of course, her strength is no match for me. I lightly dig the sharp nail of my pinky into the side of her double chin. Her eyes widen as my power inserts fear into the touch.

"Please, just a sip...?" I continue sweetly.

"N-no..."

My smile turns wicked, and I will my golden eyes to flare. "You can either drink it voluntarily it, or I can make you. I could just flick my wrist and turn you into a mindless eating/fattening machine and feed you nonstop until you are bigger than a barn, Makayla, but I get the feeling that that would not be the most enjoyable course of action for you..." I pause for a second, then continue in a voice like silk, seducing, "then again, if you are a good girl, then we can have a lot more fun together, now, can't we?" I say as I move behind her and put my arms around her neck, milkshake in hand.

She stiffens, but grabs it from me.

"Wise choice," I whisper into her ear, moving my hands to rest against her belly. With every gulp she takes, I feel her belly getting just the tinniest bit bigger, softer, rounder, too small a change to be perceptible by human hands, I smile.

After she has downed the entire thing, she softly burps, again too soft a sound for human senses. "I won't let you fatten me like cattle," she protests, but her voice is not as decisive as before.

"Oh, Makayla, you will do exactly as I say, and you will enjoy it. Don't tell me that you did not enjoy that shake? My arms around you?" I purr. A shiver goes down her spine. I snap my fingers and her milkshake is refilled. I move my hands to her large breasts and squeeze; she moans. Her boobs are like a pair of stress balls, except much larger. Oh, and how beautiful and delicious will they be, will you be when I am done with you, Mac? I lick my lips.

"I will make you such a fat pig, and you will enjoy it," I repeat. "Now drink." I continue squeezing and relaxing, squeezing and relaxing.

She sucks downs her shake, a bit slower this time, moaning all the way.

"Good girl." I say when she is done, patting her distended belly. "Good girl, Mac. Can I call you that? I will. Now would you be a good pig and let me feed you an actual meal?" I purr.

I still have one hand at her boobs. She doesn't say anything, just makes an 'mhm' sound, her eyes closed. I smile. Already under my control.
"Good girl." I kiss her cheek before dashing towards the kitchen. She shivers.

Pyrette is watching amusedly as Daniel attempts to clean the floor, obviously having no experience. I shoot her a "seriously?" look and ask her to get a meal ready for Makayla. At that, Daniel turns to look at me, apparently considering his odds of success if he tried to kill me with the mop, I could see in his mind. I hold up my hand, "Don't bother, it will take you exactly 3.32 seconds to complete the motion; I can dash and knock you to the floor in less than a one thousandth of that time." He just stares and Pyr laughs.
"Two giant pizzas, Pyr." I wink at her.
"Are you sure you can fit that much into her? She's only been here for a few minutes. You don't want to stuff her to the point she pops."
I feel Daniel's mind and will his legs to stop working; he falls to the ground as he attempts to lunge at me. Pyr laughs again.
"She can take it," I answer. "Unlike our previous visitors, this one is used to stuffing her face to her heart's content. Even without our intervention, she is a pig at heart. I mean, haven't you looked at the size of that belly? The boobs?"
"They all look the same to me before we fatten them," she shrugs. It's my turn to laugh.
"Don't you dare touch my sister, you bastard!" says Daniel through gritted teeth.
"I fear it might be too late for that," I say with a smile and display the motion I did when squeezing his sister's boobs for him to see. "Sooooo soft, and they will only get softer."
"I swear I'm going to fucking kill you!"
"Shut up or I will fry you and feed you to her," I say with my blazing gold eyes.
A look of absolute panic flashes through his face, and he falls silent.
"That's what I thought." Controlling fear is such a useful thing.
When I walk back into the living room, Makayla is still there - she does look even fatter while sitting down, her belly compressed into one, fat orb-, but she seems to have slightly recovered from my aura again.
I go sit next to her and put an arm around her shoulders, inserting my arm between the sleeve of her shirt and her fat arm. I start tracing patterns on her skin and feel a shiver go through her again. That was easy.
"Hungry?" I ask.
"Um, no..." she says.
"That's too bad." I say smiling just as Pyr walks into the room with two rectangular pizzas easily as big as a twin bed each. Makayla doesn't seem to notice. Between my aura and my presence, she was distracted.
Unexpectedly, she does looks up at the other girl. Inhumanly orange, intelligent eyes meeting dull-in-characteristic-but-bright-in-colour, green ones. Pyr offers her an encouraging smile and exits without a word. She knows to disturb me as little as possible while I play with my food.
I reach out to grab a slice and hold it to Makayla's lips. In her daze of magic and lust, she obediently lets it pass through her lips. I am patient as she chews, but I move the hand on her plump arm to grab and caress her side, fat and juicy, to entertain myself. I let her lick my fingers as she finishes the slice. We continue the cycle a few more times. At some point, I conjured a coke for her to down the thick, greasy dish more easily, and it made her softly burp a few times, most of them too quiet for human ears, which I found adorable. I pinch her love handles a few times, which she seems to enjoy, and I even venture to lick her fat cheek. Dangerous decision; if I did not have as much self-control as I do, I'd likely have eaten her whole right here and now; she tastes amazing, even better than I expected her to. She has a very different response to the lick, however, shivering... no, shaking, in desire and magic.
Eventually, I feel her start to struggle to continue eating, but we are just halfway through the first pizza, and I am sure as the hell I'd come from not going to stop until this pig is stuffed to the absolute brim. I smile coldly. As if on cue, she turns her head away when I offer her the next slice and speaks, hiccupping, which is so, so adorably piggish.
"Ugh *hic* I don't think I can *hic* eat any more... *hic* so full..."

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