chapter 2

I don’t know exactly when it happened but Tom would subtly taunt and insult me. He’s playfully tease before but these ones were not loving or of admiration, more disgust.

One night during our play, me on my back naked, getting ready for Tom to come and join me, he pulled out the largest 1 piece bathing suit I’ve ever seen in my life. He came into the bed, and placed the bathing suit on top of my large belly.

I laughed. “This can’t be the largest suit out there!” It was 5X.

He smacked my side belly roll, watching it jiggle.

“Of course it is, you big pig! You’ve gotten so big that you’ve reached the max of the plus size clothing department. Put this on! I bet your big belly won’t be able to fit in!” He grabbed my stomach rolls and starting to shake it violent.

This is was the first time he grabbed my flesh hard and I was shocked. Before he grabbed them gently.

“Ow! Tom, why are you grabbing my belly so hard?!”

He kissed my hard, and wobbled my triple chin. “Because, you are an absolute ball of blubber. Now put on the suit, I want to see you struggle getting your roly poly jelly rolls in it!”

Confused, but thinking this was part of a new game and I obeyed him. I struggled and got out of bed with his help. Tom smirked.

Tom helped me get into the suit since I can’t put any clothes on myself anymore. I got excited when we got both feet in and he started to pull the navy suit up my calves. He started to put my stomach rolls in, but laughed when the suit wouldn’t go over my stomach roll that stood out the farthest. Too much flesh was already in the suit. He tried with exaggeration to pull the suit over my stomach but failed.

“Haha! I was right! Your stomach is so huge you’re too big to fit into a 1 piece! Let’s try a 2 piece now! We need these melons covered up!” He played with my breasts, each a watermelon size.

I sheepishly got out of the one piece with his help and he then brought out a pink 2 piece with lavender colour flowers. The two piece was not a sexy skimpy one but one obviously made for obese ladies, with more support in the chest and butt area.

Tom helped me put the pieces on and it just barely fit. Tom laughed, seeing my huge stomach rolls exposed, the bottom piece looking like a thong despite it wasn’t, and the top of my breath spilling out. He poked my belly button, sticking his infix finger in so deep I yelp. This has never happened before too.

“Look at you, you big pig! You barely fit into a two piece!” He hooked his finger in my belly and led me to our scale. I groan and tears start to come in my eyes.

“Tom, this game is different,” I huffed and puffed.

He didn’t say anything until we got to the scale, and then he patted my belly again.

“You’ve gotten a lot fatter than I had planned. A week ago you were at 300lb. I like fat girls but you my blubber belly-gut is getting to be too big for me to love you like I did before! I don’t need to feed you on a schedule, you just do it yourself!”

I am shocked and confused, not knowing when he had a change of heart.

“Truth be told, Tubby. I’ve found another pleasantly plump girl who made it clear she doesn’t want to reach pass 250. She’s a better sight to see with her curves and has a lot more self control, unlike you! You’ll just be my hobby pig!” He slapped her belly at the last sentence.

When Tom mentioned another girl everything in me went still. This could not be happening, I think.

“Tom, what if I lose the weight?” I desperately ask. Tom laughed and jiggled my stomach rolls.

“No fat chance piggy! You are way past the point of no return!” He made me step on the scale and in a second the scale groans. He pushes my rolls aside so he can see the numbers.

“Error! Yep, you’ve maxed out our scale! I’m not gonna let you lose the weight! I will make you my immobile project pig!”

With that he hooked my belly button with his finger, leading me to the bed.

He pushes me over, on my back and I can’t get up. I try and roll but it’s no use without Tom’s help.

He leaves the room and comes back with what looks like a feeding machine. It takes him a few minutes but he sets up the machine, inserts the feeding tube in my mouth and turns it on. I feel a chocolate liquid go in me.

He attached these things that looks like electrodes to monitor my heart rate, under my flabby breasts, a pulse reader on my chubby finger, and some side electrodes on my belly. He smirks and says those ones are for show.

“Tomorrow I’ll be bringing in some friends. We’re gonna harness you up and use a human lifting crane to move you downstairs into a bed with a scale built in. I also have more things for you.”

He leaves the room, leaving me crying as the tube still feeds me.

*stay tune*