chapter iv

Philbert was pleased to find out that he still had some self-control. Carl, in his dominator syndrome’s selfishness, had even been kind enough to bring him to a diner not too far from the motel, just to answer any questions his Piggy might have had.
Not that Philbert could concentrate completely on his words. He still had self-control, yes, but not by a very high percentage.
He discovered that Carl was an experimental psychologist and tenured professor at Tulane University, in New Orleans. He had no shortage of money and, after all, he had just ruined his life: Phil had no problem ordering whatever he wanted from the menu. And as the food began to arrive, he was already thinking about what to get next. Carl stared at him not hiding a sort of pride and excitement in seeing the shy and composed boy from the night before stuffing himself like a turkey on Thanksgiving. The people around them stared, but Phil was too hungry to care. And that feeling of fullness and mix of flavors were his personal Eden.
"If you think you're having the time of your life now, wait until you find out more about your new tendencies."
"Mm?" asked Phil with his mouth full. A streak of bacon poured from his closed lips like a tongue.
"Oh, don’t mind me, Piggy. I don't want to ruin the surprise for you. Keep eating.”
"But why did you pick me? I don't get fat easily."
Carl laughed, surprised by his naivety: "I'm sure if you keep eating like that you'll get huge."
"So I'll never stop feeling like this?"
Carl denied with his head, devilishly: "I won’t tell you now. Just enjoy your meal."
As soon as a waitress walked by, he was the one to stop her. Phil looked up from his plate to Carl's tattooed arms. He ordered something.
"I think I want to go back to normal," the pig confessed to him. With his face covered in crumbs, syrup, and grease, he wasn't very believable.
"Why?"
"Because I never wanted to be fat. And I’ll never get fat. And I can't stop thinking about food, or eating, or getting your cock in my mout-"
Carl raised his eyebrow and, from under the table, used one hand to grab his cock: "Just because you never wanted it doesn't mean it's not the right path for you."
Phil could barely contain an orgasm. Then he put faith in the last shreds of determination left in his body.
"Let's make a deal, please," he begged, panting. His face was suddenly reddish, his hair sweaty. Carl found him sexier and sexier with every sign of him giving in and giving up.
"Let me go to college, take me off hypnosis for the next few years until I start working. I'll be a secretary, or whatever it is that allows me to gain weight... but, please, let me have my college years."
"Why?"
"Because I don't want to rot here, become obese, and spend my existence masturbating every time I eat without having accomplished anything in the normal world."
Carl realized that it had been more than five seconds since Phil had touched any food. What he was confessing to him was a genuine fear and desire.
Carl pondered for a moment before murmuring, "Hungry."
Phil found himself with his hands inside his plate, ready to grab yet another pancake watered down in maple syrup.
"Please don't do this to me. There are guys who would pay for something like this."
"I chose you. You're my new Piggy."
“Why?”
“You’re beautiful. I’m just releasing your full potential.”
Carl rolled his eyes as he saw no reaction in his Piggy. Then, he huffed. The waitress arrived seconds later with a whole apple pie.
"You won't be this obsessed with food forever, though," Carl explained to him, "it's a matter of habit. After the first twenty, thirty pounds...the hypnosis slows down, but not the desire to gain weight."
"Well, but I'm finishing school. I can't go to college just thinking about eating."
Carl pulled the apple pie closer to him, making it crawl from his side of the table to that of his new source of entertainment, "Then you'd better get a move on putting on those thirty pounds, Piggy."
Phil was getting hornier and hornier. That nickname made him feel special, but he also felt very full. It was a strange fullness, not complete. The goal of putting on pounds upon pounds so he could live through college as a normal student excited him and paradoxically scared him at the same time. He paused for a couple of seconds to catch his breath. He swallowed a couple of times.
Carl noticed his difficulty and ordered him to grunt. He, like a good pig, obeyed. The fullness disappeared immediately. He took the whole cake in his hands and bit into it repeatedly, without even breathing. The people around him looked in shock, even some of his parents' acquaintances were there. But he couldn't care: Phil Beese wasn't Phil Beese in that moment. He was... "Piggy, damn," Carl said. "Next time they say your generation doesn't want to study I can disagree."
Phil felt precum staining his underwear and blushed suddenly. As he took another mouthful of that wonderful apple pie, he challenged Carl with his gaze.
He had never felt so spoiled, excited and pampered in his entire life.