chapter 3 - initiation

Before their eyes had adjusted they had been pounced upon and had their hands bound behind their backs. They had been aggressively shoved and forced into an area that looked and smelled like a barn. Again, this brought livestock to mind for Sam. One wall was lined with narrow stalls, which he thought had to be too small to house horses or cows. For pigs, perhaps?

As they were shoved to the ground, Sam noticed that he must have correctly identified the woman from earlier, as she stood towering over their cowering, flabby forms. She was even more intimidating than he remembered. She had a certain presence that seemed to make everyone around her, including the women that had forced them in here, unwaveringly hypervigilant.


“Welcome to Hannah’s Farm, my little piggies!” she bellowed, before gesturing to herself. “I am, of course, Hannah. This farm is one of the most profitable in the world, and I am very proud of it. All of its inhabitants are dedicated to its high quality products, as well as the deadly sin of gluttony.”

The female handlers surrounding them all murmured in agreement.

“No human being is immune to the sin of gluttony,” Hannah continued, stroking a small layer of chub coating her thick middle. “But it takes a special kind of animal, a hog even, to truly be ruled by it.”

Hannah continued her captivating monologue while approaching and circling the mountainous guy, who was bent over with his face in his hands, quivering and wobbling all over.

“Every year, I am faced with the exhausting task of scouring the lands for the best possible…recruits!” As she had yelled the last words, she had opened her palm and slapped the fat ass in front of her, making the fat boy yelp. This seemed to amuse her greatly.

“Shall we see what we are working with, ladies?” she boomed, making to address the room but with no reply needed.

The lanky guy with the swollen gut made to stand up, but the handler nearest him pushed him back to his knees with surprising ease. Either he had no muscle (quite possible), or they were deceptively strong. Sam wondered if it wasn’t a bit of both. While the man looked weak, his eyes revealed a seething anger.

Hannah whipped the man covered in soft rolls up by the hair, easily repositioning him on a large metal plate that Sam soon realised was a set of industrial sized scales. He tried to make a run for it, but Hannah caught him and dragged him back by the ear this time.

“And where are you running to? You are in the middle of nowhere, and all your girth” (she brutally pinched several on his fat rolls with one powerful hand) “will only catch in the barbed wire…”

Shock registered on the rolly boy’s face, as the scale took its reading. 107 kg, 236lbs, body fat percentage of 33.6%, obese.

“And would you like to tell us all why you are here, fat boy?” Hannah chortled, “we are not secretive about our gluttonous sins here!”

He appeared to quietly utter a reply, but it wasn’t audible.

Hannah got right up near his face, and screamed, “SPEAK! UP!”

“I…I d-don’t know…” he whimpered.

“So you’re a dumb hog, not just a hog?! I thought you were so pleased that you’d stuffed yourself with heavy cream for a year and gained 45 kg? That’s almost 100 lbs of lard! And you sure love to play with all those rolls, don’t you, hog?!”

“I…I…I just…” he continued to stammer.

“You just cooked all those cream based dishes at home, adding extra heavy cream to your own portions. Sneaking it into several coffees and iced chocolates throughout the day. Up to three desserts, all covered in cream? And it sure has made you so creamy. You became addicted to it and how disgustingly jiggly it made you. Now you don’t have to hide it!”

“I t-tried to c-cut b-b-back,” he stuttered, averting his eyes.

This time Hannah grabbed him by the largest roll on his stomach and threw him to the side.

“You next!” Hannah growled as she pulled a guy Sam hadn’t noticed until now over to the scale. He wasn’t as big as Sam, but rather soft looking, like his fat was fresh and a new addition. 98kg, 216lbs, body fat percentage 29.2%, overweight approaching obesity.

“Maybe you are smarter than our last little piggy. Tell us of your sin. Why are you here?” Hannah barked.

“Um…I was an athlete that injured their ankle?”

Hannah laughed. “And?”

“And…I let my cheerleader girlfriend feed me a bit too much because she thought it would help me heal up faster?”

Hannah burst into maniacal laughter this time. “AAAAND?”
“And I got better enough to play like 3 months ago, but I loved not moving and having her feed me up, so I quit the team and didn’t tell her!” His response seemed to cause him physical pain to splutter out.

Sam was stunned. What had they been dragged into? And all for sinfully gluttonous behaviour?