chapter 12

** Paul **

I linger there just long enough to see the stunned, and I’m pretty sure turned on, look in her eyes. I don’t say anything else, I don’t dare to. I just make my way toward the Therapy Hall door as normally as I possibly can, holding in both the part of me that wants to dance and shout in celebration and the part that wants to scream and run in terror.

The moment I reach the door, I’m stopped in my tracks. “You are no longer allowed to cum outside of your sessions, is that clear” I hear in a strained rush from behind me. Without risking a look back at her, both for my own sake and hers, I simply respond, “yes Mistress Jade,” then open the door and make my way down the steps.

The second my feet touch the ground and I know I’m safely out of her sight, I let out a deep breath and allow myself a few seconds to do a little dancing and internal screaming like I’m a teenage girl. “What,” I ask as I realize everyone is starting at me. I just embarrassed the hell out of myself, but I could care less because I also just got to her, I know I did.

As I walk back towards my cabin, basking in my newfound confidence and awareness, Gabe comes up beside me and slings an arm around my shoulder. “What the hell has gotten into you man,” he asks with a shit eating grin that tells me he “thinks” he knows every last detail. I could let him think he’s right, but I’m not that kind of guy.

“Not much. Didn’t make a complete ass out of myself. Let her know where I stand. That’s about it,” I say. I don’t miss a step when he halts in his tracks, his arm falling away as he just stands there wearing what I can only guess is a similar expression to the one I left Mistress Jade wearing. The thought has me laughing out loud as I make my way into my cabin.

Like last week, I make my way over to my bunk and settle down onto it, moving my hand to my belly and beginning a slow and rhythmic rubbing. Before I can get lost in the sensation, my eyes shift to the door, watching as Gabe bursts through out of breath and with a comical look on his face. “Come on man, you have to give me more details than that,” he pushes.

“Nope,” I say, then close my eyes and let my mind wander to Mistress Jade and the state I left her in. “Fine, keep your secrets. I’ll get out of here and leave you to your jerking off,” he responds, clearly trying to reclaim his status the alpha of our cabin. “Thanks, but not necessary. I’ll only be cumming when Mistress Jade says I can from now on.”

The second the words fall from my mouth, I roll over to face the wall, cutting off any further conversation on the matter. Gabe responds as only he would, letting out a large huff, then stomping dramatically out of the door. I can’t help but smile and laugh a little to myself. That’s two people I’ve completely thrown off balance today, and I’m loving the feeling of it.

As I lay there, I can’t help but remember the way Mistress Jade’s body felt against mine, the look on her face when I made it clear that her little plan to make me stop wanting her didn’t work. The things I could have done to her, that she could have done to me, in that moment. Those thoughts make my cock instantly hard, but somehow I manage to keep my hands off of it.

The feeling of denying myself, of obeying her order, only makes me harder though. I have no idea how or why, it just does, and I can’t help but wonder if the order was meant to be a punishment for my words and actions or if it some sort of requirement she has of her feedees in general. It doesn’t really matter though, I don’t care.

Whatever Mistress Jade wants, Mistress Jade gets, whether it is me abstaining from jerking off or leaving this camp at well over 200 pounds. I have no intention of disobeying her order or disappointing her again. So, I just lay there, focusing on those things. Not giving into to my arousal, just enjoying it and the feeling of being her good little piggy, until I drift up to sleep.

When I awake the next morning and head to breakfast, I begin formulating a plan in my head. I’m only 2 pounds away from reaching 200, that’s a piece of cake, no problem. I don’t want to stop there though. I want to gain more than I have any other week at this camp. I want to show Mistress Jade just how good of a little piggy I am.

The thought of doing so potentially earning me some sort of reward has my cock threatening to rise in the middle of the breakfast line, but I manage to put the thought away and focus on the food and my goals. I get a knowing look from Miles as I request a second plate, but he gives me what I ask for and silently raises two fingers in the air.

“Yeah, yeah, I know … rule number two, you will eat all food given to you,” I say as I turn and make my way over to my seat with the other guys. With the exception of Gabe, who also has a knowing look on his face, the rest just look at me in a mix of confusion and awe. None of us has ever taken or eaten more than one of the massive pates we are expected to eat.

I’m a man on a mission though, so I offer no explanation, I just dig into my food and manage to get all the way through the first plate and halfway through the second before I begin to slow. I’ve eaten more during my sessions, at least the one with Mistress Jade pushing me anyway, so I know I can, but at the same time I feel so full and bloated that it is almost painful.

Putting my fork down, I lean back in my chair and bring both hands to my belly, settling into my familiar slow and rhythmic rubbing, and staring at the food left on the plate. No one at the table says a word, they just sit there on the edge of their seats waiting for me to finish, or maybe it is to find out what the punishment would be for not finishing.

With each second that passes, my doubt grows, and I begin to wonder about that potential punishment as well. But then, just when I’m about to give up, Mistress Jade walks through the door, looking first to Miles and then in my direction. “Shit he ratted me out,” I mumble under my breath as I struggle to sit back up and grab my fork.

I want to pick it up and bring another bite to my mouth, I need to, but I just can’t. My mind or my belly won’t let me, maybe both. All I can do is just sit there and watch as she makes her way towards me, not taking her eyes off of me once. “You’re f*cked man,” Gabe states as him and the others get up, take their empty plates, and scatter.

My eyes close as fear of what is to come sets in. Despite no longer being able to see her, I can still hear those heels of hers as they grow closer and closer, then come to a stop directly behind me. A shiver runs through my body as I feel her tits push into my back and her breath against my ear. “You are going to finish that, aren’t you little piggy,” she asks.

Despite my mind and belly continuing to protest, the words, “Yes Mistress Jade,” fall from my lips and I obediently shovel another forkful of food past them. “Good little piggy,” she responds, giving me a swat to the ass that nearly has me choking on my food, then walking away. I don’t know whether she’s left completely or not, I’m too scared to open my eyes to see.

Instead I keep my eyes closed, push through every last bite remaining on the plate, and collapse against the table with a grunt when I finish. “Nicely done man, nicely done,” I hear Gabe say, right before he slings my arm over his shoulder and helps me get up and back to our cabin where I pass out the instant he drops me onto my bunk.

That’s how most of the weekend goes. Me taking a second plate at every meal and Gabe helping me back to our cabin so I can sleep it off. It’s hell, but I can’t stop, I won’t. I’m committed to the plan, and it works. When Monday’s weigh-in rolls around, I’m sitting at 213, 15 pounds higher than last week and several pounds above my highest week so far.

I can’t help but think about all of those pounds, my growing softness and jiggling, as I make my way to my first session. I’m curious and aroused by the idea of how they will change the look and feeling of being spanked. Part of me wants a repeat of last weeks session so I can find out, but a bigger part wants to see what new levels of pleasure and pain Mistress Jade has in store.

I’m not disappointed in the slightest when Miles walks me through the door of a different private room and I find myself being strapped to a saint Andrews cross as I eye a table of food set-up beside of it. Like last week, Mistress Jade enters, gives me a smirk then my orders, telling me that I’m not to cum until I’m told to before she covers my eyes and my ears.

I settle into the darkness and silence, waiting for what will come, knowing that it won’t be at the hands of Mistress Jade. I know her well enough now to know she won’t break her rules regardless of how she feels about me. It doesn’t matter though, because I also know she will be watching every second of my session, one way or another, and I plan to be a good little piggy.

That is the thought that stays constant in my mind as a hand begins slowly stroking my cock and food begins being shoved into my mouth one handful at a time. It’s messy. I can feel food dripping down my chin, neck, and chest, but I soon realize that was the intent when a tongue slowly begins to lick it all up.

The sensation and memory of Mistress Jade doing the same has me grunting, a sound that earns me several sharp strikes across the front of my body. It’s not a hand this time though, it’s something else, a flogger maybe. “F*ck me,” I cry out as the combination of food and pain instantly turns me into a mindless, grunting, little piggy that is desperate for more.

I welcome the sensations, along with the feeling of floating and being pulled toward an unseen edge. Then just when I feel myself about to fall over it without the permission needed, the headphones lift and an unfamiliar voice whispers in my ear, “cum little piggy, NOW.”