chapter 8

** PAUL **

As I once again do the walk of shame between the Therapy Hall and my cabin, I’m thankful that I’m only flying at half-mast this week. At the same time, I’m frustrated the reason for it is embarrassment over having Mistress Jade know all about my jerking off problem. Not only that but having her question what I’m thinking about while I’m do it.

“You. I’m thinking about you,” I mumble in frustration. I can’t tell her that, she can’t know. But what if she does know, what if she likes it? My internal debate has my cock jumping and, with the memory of her touch still fresh, I know I’m in for a repeat of last weeks post session activities. I start walking faster towards my cabin, but then come up short.

Flashes of all of the times Gabe has walked in on me fill my mind, as do Mistress Jade’s suggestions for avoiding it. Quickly looking around, my eyes land on the Therapy Hall and the forest behind it. “Perfect,” I mumble to myself as I backtrack and veer off into the woods for what I hope appears like nothing more than me taking a casual walk.

Once I’m a safe distance in and am satisfied that no one is around to catch me, I let my pants fall down to my ankles and settle down onto a stump. Wrapping my fingers around my cock, I let my eyes drift to the Therapy Hall and Mistress Jade’s office window, just barely visible through the trees, then slowly begin stroking it.

At first, I try to imagine her standing there watching me, but that’s no use, since I can see she’s not. Closing my eyes, I let my mind slip back to the last bloating session, only this time I’m strapped to the chair and unable to move. I sit there struggling for a few moments before the sound of her heels begin approaching me from behind.

The sound has me pausing both my daydream struggling and my real-life stroking in anticipation. A moment later I feel her behind me, whispering against my ear just like she always does. “I think these could be tighter little piggy,” I hear just before she yanks the straps around my upper and lower stomach in another notch, making my belly to pop out.

“Mmm, much better,” she continues, as her hands reach around me and slowly begin rubbing my belly in rhythmic circles, “you’re growing so big and round for me. You’re such a good little piggy.” Her words have me unconsciously nodding my head and my fingers once again stroking my cock, slow and gentle, teasing it like I know she would.

Eager for more, I open my mouth to beg, but all that comes out are strained oinks. The sound has her giggling and moving in front of me. My mouth falls open as I realize she is completely naked, those curves of hers on full display. “Such a greedy little piggy, you want more, don’t you” she asks as she turns and picks up a funnel from the cart.

I just sit there, my mouth still hanging open and my fingers teasing away, only this time they are wrapped around my cock in my daydream too. Mistress Jade notices this, of course she does, and giggles again. “Mmmm that’s what I thought,” she says as she straps the funnel to me and begins filling it with ice cream and root beer.

As the mixture slowly begins to slide down the tube, I watch helplessly as she kneels in front of me, pushing herself between my legs like she did in her office. “You’ve been such a good little piggy, let me help you with that. You just focus on taking and swallowing. Every. Last. Drop,” she says as she pushes my hands aside and lowers her mouth around my cock.

“Holy shit,” I mumble around the tube, almost choking on the liquid making its way down it. All it takes is those green eyes of hers looking directly into mine to get me swallowing again, something I’m rewarded for with her mouth beginning to slowly slide up and down, taking me deep enough for me to feel my cock hitting the back of her throat over and over.

Before long, I realize she’s keeping pace with me, urging me on. Not wanting to disappoint, and greedy for more, I begin swallowing harder and faster, struggling to hold on as she continues to match my pace, sucking harder and swirling her tongue around me. The sensation has me squeezing not only my fingers against the edge of the seat, but my eyes shut as well.

I struggle to hold on, but lose the battle the second I take one last long hard swallow, the last bit sliding down my throat in the same instant my cock slides further down hers and Mistress Jade does the same. Feeling her swallow around me has my eyes popping open in both my daydream and real-life as a massive load of cum shoots painfully out of my cock.

It does so at the same moment my eyes land on a clearly flustered Gabe. “You’ve got to be f*cking kidding me,” he screams out in frustration. “What the f*ck are you even doing out here,” I scream back bending over, scrambling to pull my pants up. “I was trying to avoid you, to avoid this,” he says, moving his finger in a circular motion in the direction of my cock.

“I was trying to avoid you,” I respond, but before I get a chance to continue or apologize, he turns and storms off. As I watch him go, my eyes land on Mistress Jade’s window and the silhouette of her standing there. “Great. Just f*cking great. Of course she saw me jerking off to her,” I grit out from behind clenched teeth.

After making it back to my cabin and engaging in probably an hours’ worth of frustrated screaming face down into my pillow, I resign myself to whatever fate has in store for me and head off to the Dining Hall for dinner. It, and the rest of the meals that follow throughout the course of the weekend, are the longest ones of my life.

Not only do I have to spend them awkwardly sitting next to Gabe, who still isn’t talking to me, but sitting with the rest of our friends who, once again, won’t let the issue drop. And every time they bring it up, without fail, Gabe and I jointly respond with, “don’t f*cking ask,” right before shoveling the rest of our food into our mouths and stomping off.

“Longest weekend ever,” I mumble to myself as I line up for the weekly weigh-in. “Tell me about it,” Gabe mumbles in response. “I’m sorry, I tried to …,” I start to apologize, but Gabe cuts me off. “Don’t worry about it, if Mistress Jade looked at me the way she looks at you, I’d be jerking off nonstop too,” he says, before turning and walking away.

“Wait, what …,” I stammer out, but it’s too late, he’s already gone. His words play over and over in my mind, along with my memories of interacting with Mistress Jade. Could it be true, has she been looking at me differently than everyone else? I’m so distracted, I barely notice the scale reading 190, 11 pounds higher, or my increased measurements.

That question also has me distracted throughout each of my first two stuffing sessions for the week, making it hard to not only get hard but to finish the massive amounts of food put in front of me. The only time I feel even a little twitch or a little satisfaction is whenever Mistress Jade comes into sight or stops to observe me. Then both are gone the second she is.

She’s not happy about it either, I can tell. I can feel it every time she is near me. The good news, it is keeping my hand out of my pants. The bad news, I can’t stop feeling not only her disappointment, but my own. All around me everyone else is gaining faster than me, doing better than me. I’m letting myself, and her, down.

As I walk through the door of the third session, I find that, unlike me, Mistress Jade isn’t willing to just sit back and stew in that disappointment. No, instead she’s sitting on the stool Miles has occupied the last two sessions, impatiently tapping her foot as I make my way to my seat. As I sit, I take in the table of food in front of me and realize just how much trouble I’m in.

There has to be three times as much food sitting on it this time. Plates stacked high with turkey, mashed potatoes, stuffing, buttered corn, and apple pie covered in ice cream. I swallow hard as I finally find the balls to look up at her. I start to open my mouth to apologize, to ask what she wants from me, how I can make it better, but she puts a finger up to silence me.

“You will eat it all for me, right now, before the session ends, or you will go home,” she says in a cold and harsh voice, one that almost has me shitting my pants. When I just sit there, looking back and forth between the food and her, she slaps the table hard, making me jump. “I don’t have all day little piggy, eat or go.” Her words, that tone, is enough to get me moving.

Picking up my fork, I begin to dig in, as quickly as I can, shifting from plate to plate as I try to establish a rhythm and method for getting through it all on time. As the minutes and first hour tick by though, I quickly realize it will be impossible at this pace. Putting down my fork, I look up at Mistress Jade with resignation in my eyes.

“Do not stop. Eat Faster. Show me what a greedy messy little piggy you can be,” she urges me on, her words still cold and harsh, but I can see something fiery in her eyes. I do as I’m told. I don’t know why, I can’t explain it, but I take my hands and begin grabbing handful after handful of food and stuffing it in my mouth for her.

With less than ten minutes left, I shove the last handful of pie into my mouth and fall back in the chair. I’m too full to move and have no idea how I ate it all, but I did. That is as clear as the empty plates now scattered across the table in front of me. They aren’t what is important though, she is. Desperately needing her approval, to know that she’s pleased, I look up at Mistress Jade.

It is in that moment, looking into her eyes with food dripping down my face and neck, with my belly so full it is pushing up against the table, and my cock so hard that it refuses to stop jumping around against the bottom of that table, that I hear the words I crave most fall from her lips … “Good little piggy.”