chapter 3

Your face is now brushing against the carpet, and you retract your tongue after picking up quite a bit of dust. The texture of the rug is abrasive and the smell is quite terrible: in all of those years it has never been washed, so it absorbed the filth of the encounters your master has had, both with you and with his lovers, not to mention the occasional cigarette burn.
As you start to raise your head, Master pushes you back against the floor.
“I didn’t say how and if you could move, lardass”, he commands, “now bend your knees and raise your hams up”
You slowly manage to reach the position requested, with your knees now barely touching your sagging belly. You fear what’s about to come, since you are pretty sure Master wants to dump a load inside you and the pressure of his glorious dick on your prostate coupled with the constant feeling of your hard pecker pressing on your fat tummy might very well trigger an unfortunate accident. Knowing that your rectum has been constantly abused during your captivity and it’s now able to distend a lot more, you try to relax it as much as possible, hoping to minimize the friction.
However you hear quite an unfamiliar sound coming from behind you: latex being wrapped around skin. For a second you wonder why is Master putting on a condom: is your ass unclean? Does he have a rash? Is that a new entry in his ever growing fetish list?
You hear his steps heading towards the closet as if he was looking for something other than the sex toys on the table… then a drop of cold sweat forms on your forehead. That was not a condom…those were latex gloves.
You forgot about that night, or at least you tried to forget it. You had reached a plateau around 110 kgs and your stomach was not willing to expand any further to accommodate the increasing amount of slop you had been forced to gulp down. So Master decided to purchase that nightmarish machine. Back then you still had some leftover dignity and will to resist, so he was forced to chain you on the fuck-table. What followed was the most dreadful experience you’ve ever had in your entire life: for the first time during captivity you came to realize that your body was no longer your property. You felt helpless and cried for hours while your gut inflated like a balloon, stretching your skin over its limit and causing painful red marks.
The following morning you relieved yourself right where you were chained, humiliated and defeated.
As soon as this memory hits, your ass instinctively clenches and your muscles become rigid, basically locking you in place. It cannot be. You’ve been good, you’ve eaten like a proper pig and gained fat. You behaved properly and never resisted Master’s wishes and commands. What’s going on?
The sinister sound of a medical cart’s wheels echoes inside the room. You can briefly read “Pig Slop” written on the side of a 10L barrel which Master grabs from the cupboard near the scale that you thought certified his satisfaction with your obedience. You can distinctly hear each step of the procedure: the barrel is attached to the pressurized pump, the machine is plugged into the electric outlet, the silicone tubes are attached to the machine and the valve is closed around the end of the hose.
You are in a state of shock and terror. If not even being a good pig, a good slave and a well-trained sub spares you from suffering, what’s really left to do? It can’t be. You made a mistake and you haven’t realized, it must be that. That’s the only reason Master would do that.
“If you don’t relax your anus I can’t put any lube, and the plug is going in either way, pig”
You try your best and distend your ass, spreading apart your wide, fat cheeks. You can feel the cold, uncaring texture of latex as Master fingers you, opens up your back entrance and then pours inside you a generous amount of lubricant.
The cold liquid quickly warms up inside your rectum, being partly absorbed by your body tissue. Master reaches out to grab the plug and you start crying. A lot. Your stomach, still digesting your substantial dinner, starts to hurt due to the immense stress and your whole belly rumbles, sending ripples of fat down your body. Suddenly you can feel it. You manage not to clench your muscles this time, so the plug can violate you without causing too much pain. Being a metal probe, it feels icy at first, so you shiver a bit. Once completely inserted, Master turns a gear at the base of it, which inflates the rubber ring placed at the tip. You feel the urge to release as the donut now occupies basically the entirety of your rectum. The pressure on the prostate also tricks you into thinking you have an urge to pee, a feeling you will soon be familiar with. Unfortunately you know this is just the beginning.
As the Master approaches the machine yet again, you try to make sense of all of it. You take all the courage you have left and you just softly whimper “Why, Master?”, while trying to look him in the eyes.
Master pauses for a second. You really, really hope you can wrap your head around what’s going on and where did you fail.
“Because I want so”, he says calmly. Then he switches the pump on.