chapter 16

Final chapter for now! Thank you all so much for the kind words, encouragement, and shoutout to beatlemasterkingkong for the ideas!

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16.
Over the next month and a half Barnie’s weight continued to skyrocket. He hardly left his room these days, only to waddle fast as he could to the front door and back to grab deliveries. It was a blur of eating, vibration in his crotch, and begging Zykar to allow him to cum. Their method was scarily effective. Barnie pushed himself harder than ever to fit in one more bite, one more sip of gainer shake. He would do anything for that release.

As Barnie shot from the 230’s to 270’s to 290’s the weight really began to affect him. He had long lost sight of his cock, but now his feet had disappeared under his beach ball of a belly. He extended in all directions, all of him was bigger. His sides, ass, thighs, legs and arms. All of it jiggled mercilessly with every step, each motion reminding Barnie of how forgone he had become, and making him hornier for more. He constantly bumped into people when he did venture out, still unused to his growing size.

And now at a healthy 292, Barnie was about to begin his routine of stuffing himself on all fours. Zykar had gone silent in the last few minutes, but Barnie’s face hovered over the frosted vanilla cake, working up the courage to eat past his growing discomfort. Barnie went to take that next bite when he heard his phone buzz.

‘You know pig, I think you’d get better results if I came in person.’

Barnie was floored, literally. He couldn’t move, couldn’t comprehend this sudden shift in approach. A knock at his door sent him scrambling.

“Barnie,” Shauna called, “is the door locked?”

“Just a second!” Barnie cried.

Barnie went to reach for his robe when he pulled his hand away from under him. His new flab overpowered the remaining arm, his face plunging into the cake. He moaned in protest, too weak to pull himself free. He waved at the door as if shooing it away, ass still propped up and jiggling with his panicked movement.

“Is everything ok? I’m coming in,” Shauna said, turning the knob. The door creaked open, Barnie felt the cool air of the apartment on his bare ass as he forced his eyes shut. Teasing and making fun of his gain had been enjoyable, if uncomfortable. Shauna seeing his blown up naked butt was far too extreme, too personal to give any kind of sexual thrill. And yet, as he wanted to crawl into a hole and die it wasn’t Shauna’s voice Barnie heard.

“Oh fatty, you've really gotten quite helpless haven't you?”

Barnie blinked once, then twice. The voice was intensely masculine, and muffled, and... familiar?

‘There’s no way,’ Barnie thought, ‘it can’t be.’

Barnie felt two hands under his armpits as Shauna helped him out of the cake. She giggled, wiping frosting from his eyes. When Barnie managed to get them open a mischievous look met his gaze. Shauna pursed her lips, looking very much like she had won something. She held a microphone to her lips and spoke in a voice that wasn’t hers.

“A hundred and twenty pounds gained in a year, pig? My my, you must have been eating like a real fatty to end up with an ass like this. And seeing your meal here, I don’t think you're getting any smaller soon. Don’t worry piggy, master is here to make sure you don’t waste a single bite.”

Barnie took short, shallow breaths as he felt a finger wipe frosting off his cheek. He felt the sugary mass prod his lips, he opened them and took it down with a greedy suck. Barnie blinked, mortified yet intrigued to see Shauna looking down on his naked form, wicked grin on her face. The athletic brunette extended a black box in her hand, speaking through an attached wire.

“Surprised?” the voice of Zykar said. Barnie let his mouth hang open, another scooping of frosting shoved in not a second later. The newly obese young man shook his head and slapped his cheek.

“This whole time, it’s been you? How did you, what, this doesn’t make any sense!”

Shauna patted Barnie’s head and brought a fistful of cake to his mouth, cooing as she ran fingers through his now overgrown hair.

“My family paid for the meals that ended up in that gut,” Shauna said, poking his belly fat with a smile, “it was a coincidence you happened to be my roommate, but none of this-” Shauna pinched a soft ring of flesh on Barnie’s side, “was an accident. I wanted to see how big I could get you when you stopped running, but oh baby, I didn’t think you'd take to it like this, let alone read any of my stories.”

Shauna shifted her hand to Barnie’s crotch, which somehow still stood erect. She massaged his stiff member for a few minutes, shifting her other hand from the cake to Barnie’s lips over and over until Barnie tried to sit up. Tears beaded the corners of his eyes, his lips trembled.

“How could you do this to me, Shauna? I’m freaking massive! I’m a fatty!” Barnie grabbed the gut that now was his most dominant feature and hefted it up and down, groaning as he felt the food slosh in his stretched out stomach. Shauna bit her lip and followed the motion of his flesh with light dancing in her eyes. She laughed and stood over Barnie, dominating him with that wicked stare.

“And you love it! I may have put out some snacks and beers over the last year or so, but let one thing be clear.”
Shauna grabbed Barnie’s love handle, turning him back onto all fours again, half a cake still below his piggy snout.

“I didn’t make you get off on getting fat. I didn’t make you give me that email. And I certainly didn’t make you eat anything, you did that all yourself. It would have been easy to deny if I had sent those emails, you know that right? And even if you didn’t, did you really think I’d ruin your life if I knew? This isn’t highschool. No, deep down you wanted this. Wanted to be dominated into swelling up into a massive pig. You secretly love all the stares, the teasings, the changes as you grow. Admit it.”

Barnie was panting now. Shauna really was Zykar, and now she had him just how she wanted. He hated to admit, as he felt a high heel press into his wide bum, he was how he wanted this too.

“Admit what?” Barnie said coyly. He whimpered as he felt the heel sink further into his ass cheek.

“Admit that you like this, that you’ve wanted this the whole time. Admit you love your new rolls and tits and stretch marks. Admit you are my pathetic greedy porker to grow as I please.”

For a moment Barnie lay there, ass propped in the air. He pictured how he used to look, used to act. The image clashed harshly with his current situation. The part of him that clung onto a life of normalcy stepped back then, any hesitation gone under the weight of over a hundred extra pounds and how knew how many orgasms.

“I’m your pig.”

“And what are you going to do?” Shauna asked.

“I’m going to eat as much as you want me to.”

Shauna laughed again, dark and slow. She removed her heel and slapped Barnie's quaking rear and giggled as it shook.

“What are you going to do to me?” Barnie asked, a tremble of fear in his voice.

“I know we said 300, but I think we both know you're not stopping anytime soon, right pig?”

Precum drizzled onto the gut that pressed into Barnie’s groin. Shauna reached past his thighs and grabbed his penis, tapping his shoulder approvingly as she felt his wetness.

“Good pig. Now get this all down,” Shauna demanded, sitting on the bed and putting her heels on Barnie’s back, “I have big plans for you.”