chapter 29: ...moving in.

Oh, Beast, pig, hello. I wasn't expecting you this evening. Come in, by all means...

You'll have to excuse the state of my place, I haven't had time to tidy up. I didn't expect to have anyone over, tonight. Though from what Beast tells me, your place is much, much worse, isn't it pig?

Yes, I figured it would be. You're really not the sort who can be trusted to maintain a home, anymore, are you? I mean, for god's sake, it didn't even occur to you to put pants on before you came down here, what if you'd run into someone in the elevator? Even Beast had the good sense to put on pants, and nobody'd call him particularly bright, but you? Naked, and fat, and soft, and utterly vulnerable, for the whole world to see, like a pathetic, piggy slut.

Oh, they're kicking you out? Oh my. I mean, I suppose that's no surprise, is it? it's not as though your recent behavior has been by any means appropriate, between your escapades in the gym, and the screaming at night as your new friend bounces and jiggles your rolls of lard...

Hungry, pig? Beast, fetch piggy something from the fridge. I think I have a cake in there. And a bottle of the shake he's grown so fond of recently.

...as I was saying, it was inevitable that you were going to be kicked out sooner or later, a pig like you can't be trusted to live on his own. I mean, you did well lasting as long as you did, but realistically you can't be expected to take care of yourself. You need someone to guide you, to take care of you, to help you become the bloated fat porker you were always meant to be.

You're trembling, pig. Drink your shake, eat your cake, it'll calm you down.

So, what will you be doing? Where will you go, now that you're evicted? I mean, you can't very well go out looking at apartments in your current state. Do you even own clothes that fit your bloated, flabby body anymore? And you were wheezing when you arrived, I get the impression you're not used to walking around much anymore, are you? I mean, you'll lose everything, you'll be out in the street...

Unless...

I mean, I suppose you could stay here, for a little while. I do have a guest room I haven't been using. It's not furnished, just a bare matt in the middle of the room, a TV in the corner and a mini-fridge stocked with shakes and snacks. But maybe that's all you need, given how badly you've let yourself go, hey? Maybe it's all you deserve.

I see your tiny dick agrees with me, he likes that idea very much. Beast, you can get out of your pants, if you'd like. Piggy would probably be more comfortable with something in his mouth.

Don't worry, porky, I won't judge. On your knees and open wide. You and beast were clearly in the middle of a play date when you got the bad news, and I do want you to be comfortable, if this is going to be your new home. Would you like that, pig? Would you like this to be your new home?

I know you would, pig. And don't worry about Mr. Mathews, I'll pay him a visit and straighten everything out. Don't worry, I can be very persuasive when I want to be. No need to thank me, with your mouth full I wouldn't expect you to be able to.

I'll sort everything out, for you. Take care of the finances, deal with the lease, convince Mr. Mathews you'll be well taken care of, you just get to know your new room, watch some television, it only plays cartoons but that's better than nothing, and snack. After all, pigs like you need to fell full, and you need to keep your strength up if Beast is going to continue to visit you, don't you?

And who knows? If you're very, very obedient perhaps eventually I'll play with you myself. Would you like that, pig?

Oink if you'd like that.

Good boy.

Beast, cum.

Good boy.

Swallow every drop, pig. Don't let it go to waste.

We have work to do, after all, if we're going to make you into the best possible pig you can be....