chapter 4

In a matter of a couple of seconds the fattening fluid travels up the tube and finally the procedure begins. You can feel a warm sensation travelling slowly up your intestines and the beginning of some very unusual cramps. The body is feeling all the fullness building up in your lower digestive system and tries desperately to push the fullness down and out of your anus. However, the road is completely blocked by the probe and the slop is being pushed up by the machine. It only takes half a minute or so before the sensation is too overwhelming and you tumble on your side, belly facing the sofa, slightly squeezing the probe and causing your small penis to twitch involuntarily. You look at your belly and see a slight swelling starting to show up. The pressure in your lower abdomen seems already too much to take, but you know that things will get worse. You can see a contraction on the left side of your blubber as the fluid starts to travel up the intestines. The display on the machine, that you can now see from this angle, menacingly just barely passed 0,5L. You can see Master’s feet and legs as he sits on the sofa. He lights up a cigar and opens another beer can. Then, while you let another lough sigh escape your snout, he shouts “Stop crying like a ***, you stupid sow. It ain’t gonna change my plans for you”
You try to compose yourself, but the pain has started to spread just below the stomach, leaving you momentarily breathless. You desperately try to push the probe out, but the only result is to press harder on your prostate and making you want to release your bladder. At this point the discomfort is so unbearable that you are unable to reason and think about the consequences of your action, so you try to pee. However your belly is way too big to let you see your small penis from most angles, let alone while you are lying in a fetal position. So you are not able to understand if you are actually emptying yourself or not, and the stimulus does not stop. You try to push and push and finally you can feel a moist river of fluid travelling down your lower belly. However, Master quickly inspects the results of your efforts with one of his feet and mocks you “I see you are starting to like it, pig. I’ve never seen so much precum coming from such pathetic genitalia”. You try to look at his face, but the pressure is too much to grant any freedom of movement, so you just manage to read 1,5 L on the liquid display.
Your belly is quickly expanding, stretching your poor abused skin. Just as you started to feel the fluid travelling down the right side, the machine stops pumping. 2 Liters of fattening slop.
“See piggy”, you can hear from the dominant figure on the sofa, “last time we tried this I was a bit overconfident. I pushed all the 5 liters of raw formula up your ass at once, not leaving enough time for your body to absorb it. Next thing I know, as soon as I remove the plug, you shit most of the slop all over our playroom. That shit is fucking expensive, you know? And you only gained 2 kgs that night. That was a fucking failure. This time, I’ll take things much more slowly”.
You are barely listening to him, since the pressure on your prostate is so much you feel like your bladder is about to explode.
“I also revamped the formula. There is much less real animal fat at much more gaining powder, so the absorbing rate should be much higher, leaving your intestines very little to shit at the end. If I’m correct, this session will transform this 10 liters barrel into 7/8 kgs of pure lard for you to parade around the house”.
He stands up and circles around you. You can feel his steps right behind your back as he proclaims “Considering the size of your front lard tank, I sincerely hope most of the fat will fill up that bubble ass of yours. I wanna feel comfortable while I pound you into submission”
Saying that, he puts a slight pressure on the probe, causing it to move a little inside your overstuffed ass. This almost imperceptible movement basically crushes your prostate, which was already being tormented by the increased pressure. You can feel your penis becoming instantly hard, but without any sexual pleasure. He tries to expand further, but it is blocked by your overstuffed belly, and you can’t extend your legs because of the probe’s position. The torment finally comes to an end when Master steps down the probe. With a painful twitch, your clit spurts a great amount of liquid inside the crevice created by your gut and your thighs. It is cum, precum, pee or blood? At this point, you don’t know or care, since the cramps inside your belly start again, stronger than before. Something in your brain, however, decides that this is way too much to handle. You feel disconnected from the reality and start to get foggy minded. The machine starts pumping some more formula inside you and that finally wins you over. You faint due to the excessive discomfort, but just before giving up you look your expanding belly and, for a split second you think “this is nice”.