chapter vi

“You up, bro?”
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Philbert saw the notification and, for the first time in a long time, didn’t feel ashamed or envious.
He kept pressing the button of his whipped cream can while chilling on his bed. He loved the sound of the cream pouring out of the tin and loved its flavour even more.
The drug wasn’t in Phil’s body anymore, but he still felt like his taste buds were proactive and eager to explore any food as if it was in the middle of another roofing episode. Whether it was plastic-flavored cheddar cheese or refined caviar, everything tasted different after his encounter with Carl.
He was less hungry and less horny though, which he guessed was a great compromise.

“You. Are. Nuts.”
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As Philbert watched his own life pass before his eyes, he thought deeply about what he might have done to make Scott so impressed. It was perhaps the first or second time since they met that he didn't show up in his Pigler’s DMs to talk about himself.
The whipped cream was finishing, Phil grunted furiously when he realised that.

“You shagged Carl??”
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When he read his name, he moaned uncontrollably. Straight after that, he looked behind to check his room’s door was closed.
He was sad Carl didn’t text him yet. He had seen him online twice in the last couple of days, but he just posted some updates on his travels. Phil felt so immature to fantasize about going to New Orleans just to meet him. But no, he checked: all the universities in that area closed their applications or didn’t have a good Marketing major.

“We didn’t shag…”
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“Boy. He’s called The Black Cat of Pigler for a reason.”
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“He was amazing, actually.”
PhilB

“I’ve heard you were the feedee”
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Philbert rested his arms on his bloated belly, imagining what would it be like to be fed by Scott. Then he thought he would probably jerk off while looking at his reflection on a mirror, and stopped immediately with that fantasy.

“He uses hypnosis. He’s dangerous.”
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Scott went ahead to tell him about the rumours that were going around about Carl. He sent him links to other two “victims”. BBD and Pigggg.

“BBD stands for bed-bonded destiny.”
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Phil opened both profiles, curious. BBD was one of the biggest guys on Pigler, with his astonishing 790 pounds. Phil already saw his profile in the past, and also nutted on his photos a couple of times. He never checked the first photos, but this time, he did. BBD was fit, like… proper bodybuilder stuff.
And then, in a couple of weeks, he started gaining. He posted around four photos every month, one every week. Witnessing to the timeline of the expanding waistline was one of the most exciting and frightening things Philbert Beese had ever experienced.

“I knew him. Even before, you know, he turned into a blob.”
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Scott kept sending him texts explaining what he knew about his relationship with Carlson123. BBD was a dominant feeder, he taught many tricks to him. After meeting the forty years old encourager, though, he ended up moving to New Orleans just to become his piggy.
Phil felt enviousness boiling in his blood, and the urge to get something to eat. He then took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and opened Pigggg’s profile.
This one was more human-looking. He was a chunky 290 lbs 24 yo New Yorker. Lots of pictures with him smiling and wearing very tight and colourful clothes. He had these huge boobs and a overhang that could fill a sink.

“Pigggg has always been a gainer, he has been on Pigler for ages.
He hit on me so many times I’ve legit lost count.”
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Phil could feel Scott was pressed. Something about this whole Carl thing was making him very anxious.

“He never gained weight. It was all a fantasy for him.
Then he posts an update where he’s with Carl.
Boom, gains 50 pounds in two months.”
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“Well, that’s hot.”
PhilB

“Phil. Do you understand what I’m saying here?”
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Philbert didn’t, he was trying to reach a bag of chips on his bedroom’s desk without having to stand up.

“If he hypnotized you, you’re fucked.”
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“I’d like for him to fuck me” Phil texted.

“Shit. You’re so fucked.”
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