chapter 2

Master kneels besides you and gently caresses your scruff while cupping your moobs with the other hand.
“Good piggy, now lick that bowl of formula clean for me. I think you’ll be glad to know that this morning, while you were asleep, I managed to get your current weight and…well, you are now 161 kgs”.
You are too busy eating to immediately realize the meaning of Master’s words, but you soon catch up.
“Most likely, after emptying your bowels, you are now down to around 158-159, but I’m willing to feel generous today. After I come home for work tonight, I might be in a good mood to finally let your clit squirt a nice, fulfilling orgasm”.
You stop in place. Yes, yes, YES. Finally!!! A sign that tells you that, deep down, Master cares about you and keeps his promises. You can already picture the scene in your mind and the imagination starts to run wildly when he whispers: “do you even remember how it feels like? The burning sensation at the base of your clit, just behind the balls? The spasms of your pelvic muscles? The rich and pearly squirt spurting from the tip of your sensitive genitalia as waves of intense pleasure irradiate form the groin area to the entire body, shaking your fat rolls, making your heart skip a bit and leaving you breathless and drooling like a mindless animal?”
No, you basically don’t remember anymore, but that doesn’t stop you from shivering in anticipation following the delicate touch of Master’s finger as it travels from your underbelly to your lower lip.
He quickly stands up and leaves you frozen like a statue.
“Behave, piggy, I’m going to work now. See ya later, porker, and don’t forget to eat your lunch I left for you near the sofa”, he says, closing the door behind him.
This is too good to be true. You are still paralyzed from the announcement, but you can feel the anticipation building inside. You sense your nipples becoming hard, the involuntary brushing of your two butt cheeks seems electrifying and even your deep belly button begs to be fucked mercilessly.
You feel tense, you feel excited, you feel aroused, you feel…absolutely nothing.
It takes a bit for you to realize that there’s an unjustified absent in your ecstasy: you can’t feel anything happening to your penis. Just a week ago a similar situation would have made your small clit to desperately seek some friction while fucking your own belly. Now, nothing at all.
You try to pump out an erection by clenching hard on your plug, but you can’t feel anything. It almost seems like…no. No. NO. It cannot be. Just before starting the session Master threatened to castrate you but… but you behaved properly after that, right? Just like you have always eaten everything he put in front of you and yet he still used that terrible machine on you.
You panic, and try to shake your ass as much as possible: you can distinctly feel that something is dangling behind your fat thighs. Or is it? Maybe it’s the residue of an empty sac.
You frantically try to push your gut away on one side in order to check your nether regions, but to no avail: you are too fucking fat, your moobs are too fucking big and you can’t even bend your head enough to look beneath yourself.
You try to turn on your side, but the belly lies well beyond your line of sight even when you squeeze it. With the agility of a beached whale, you try to lift one of your legs, but that only serves to make you feel even more helpless.
As you are sweating profusely and your heart starts to race, you turn around to see the still open cage of the weighting platform: there is a mirror there. Maybe if you sit down you could lift your belly and see what’s going on. Sitting down… it’s been at least a couple weeks since you last assumed any position other than being on all fours or laying on the ground, but it’s worth a try.
You drag yourself at the base of the scale, with a now full stomach that protests every movement you make, and you try to figure out how to place your body. You lift your arms and place your front mittens between the bars on the other side. You manage to place all of your belly on the platform by pushing it with your knees. The metal feels particularly cold and your gut loudly remarks its perplexity over the whole situation.
You are already out of breath when you try to lower your right side in order to face left and start turning around. Hey, maybe from this angle you will be able to see your crotch without needing to sit up. You try to look, but the mirror is way too narrow and you can only see down to your … belly button. The reflection on the mirror is disgusting. From this angle you can see every stretchmark, every roll of fat and every zit on your overextended gut. The navel is so deep it’s very likely to be able to fit a mid-sized erect penis. You nipples have become huge. You barely resemble a human being anymore, probably also due to the lack of any type of exercise. The still present stain of dried cum on your chest certifies your status as a sub-human, a blubber of lard which only exists to satisfy your Masters twisted desires.
You feel demotivated: what’s even the point of fighting? What if he castrated or emasculated you? Does it even make a difference? You are already broken, humiliated, destroyed. Sooner or later Master will be bored of you and will probably sell you to a zoo owner to feed its tigers or something.
However, with a last brim of hope and dignity, you decide to make this final effort. After all, if Master didn’t lie to you and tonight you will receive the much needed release, then there must be something wrong with your genitals and you need to understands what it is.
So, with a final effort, you lift your right knee on the platform, pushing your belly up. With your right arm you pivot to lift your upper body a couple centimeters. You repeat this movement a dozen times until your right cheek sits perfectly on the scale. Then, with a lot of effort, you manage to lift your back by laying on the side bars and, finally, you take a gamble and try to place your other cheek on the platform by tumbling your whole body belly up.
With a loud “thud” and dozens of fat waves travelling across your body, you manage to reach the right position. After 10 or so minutes of trial and error you finally make it. You quickly lift your upper body and assume the sitting stance.
Your legs are spread apart to accommodate your overabundant gut. You can feel its skin softly brushing against your fat thighs.
At this point you really wanna know what’s going on buried under your gigantic lard ball, so you rotate your body facing the mirror. Your heart starts beating like a drum. You see the pale reflection of all the 160 kgs that used to be your body and you sigh for a second; you hold your breath and finally decide to lift the gut with your mittens while closing your eyes.
When you open them you let a sigh of relief: no, Master has not removed your testicles, as you can clearly see them unjustly squished under your gigantic fat pad. As for your penis, you really have to squint your eyes to find our whether there was still something inside your adipose tissue. And… yes, there it is. Buried inside its cozy fat cocoon there it is, the shy tip of a once proud member. The weight of your gut has the best of you as you let it go, obscuring the sight and burying your playground once again. You ponder if you’ll ever have the chance to see it again, as it’s been probably more than 6 months since you last took a peek. The thought of being separated from your genitals forever, as if that was the last time you ever managed to directly look at them, for some reasons arouses you.
You turn around again and lean onto the bars. The gigantic monster that now controls your life alongside your Master sits arrogantly in front of you. Being much more relaxed than before you start to caress your gut with your mittens and start to daydream about what’s about to come. You think about Master’s pulsating cock, his firm and manly body. Then you imagine his big, strong hands stroking your tiny cock while slapping your fat butt until it hurts, and you ask him to please stop without really meaning it. You are again in ecstasy and finally you feel something in your nether regions. However, it’s not what you were expecting. There is a warm feeling on your skin and you can sense something dribbling from your fat pad. Is it precum? Weird, your penis is still not responding. Then you feel your underbelly getting soaked. Wait, what? You open your eyes and try to lean forward to inspect the situation. Something is leaking as you see a pool of clear liquid starting to form in front of your gut. Is it… pee? The yellow tone and the smell confirms your fears. There is a pool right where you sit and a trail of dribbles leading back to the kitchen stairs. You peed multiple times without realizing or feeling anything at all.
“Oh Crap”, you think.