chapter 8

8.
Torchlight outlined the edges of the long space, a scarlet-dominated hall tucked into the basement of Noka’s parents' Tokyo property. I sat at the head of the banquet table, my sides so wide the rolls propped my arms to a permanent, ‘T’ pose.

“Here they are,” Noka whispered in my ear. He pointed to the back of the hall where two rows of strong naked men holding heavy platters came in through double doors. “Sorry to keep you waiting.” Noka rubbed my shoulder and likely wore the grin he usually did when I was about to gorge myself. I couldn’t have cared less, eyes fixed on the platters, delicious scents making my mouth water. In fact, I hardly cared about anything these days.

I was over six hundred pounds, a fact celebrated by yet another feast brought before us. I grinned as the line of fat-loving hunks came toward me beckoned on by Noka, placing the dishes of the most fattening fare on the table in front of me.

“How do you feel, love?” he asked, slapping a roll of tit fat. I smiled as I felt the men’s pricks press into my many folds. The pheromones from their precum triggered my serum-upgraded skin cells, prompting a lazy, pleasure-stained moan.

“Heavenly.”

Noka grinned and threw me a box of cream cakes which I eagerly dug into, flesh on my arms jiggling as I tore it open. I gobbled plate after plate as my flesh was groped and fucked. Sometimes a hand would reach up to stuff something down my throat, it didn’t matter. All I cared about was the pleasure in my skin and the food entering me. The men thrust harder, and I ate faster, all of us including Noka collapsing in a heap of sweaty flesh as the final contents of the platters found its way inside my stomach, which by now dwarfed the rest of me. I let myself sink into the wave of bliss I was riding. Screw college or a career, I had found my calling. Noka extracted himself from the sweaty pile and put on his robe, coming up to me and giving my shoulder a rub.

“Happy with your decision, lover?”

***

The adjustment was hard at first. Human 2.0 serum hit me hard, and it took some time to adjust to the changes. At points it felt like my mind had been swapped into another person. In the week I had been under during my transformation Noka had taken full control of my life. I was withdrawn from my classes, my scholarships returned, he even told my parents I had accepted a position abroad, and wouldn’t be back for awhile.

“Don’t worry,” Noka cooed, flicking my already softening pec, “we will have them visit. To… check up on you.” Noka chuckled and shoved another donut under my nose, which I chomped eagerly. My stomach growled, as it always did now, the hunger never quelled for long.

The first couple weeks of summer all I did was walk around campus. Preparations were being put in place for my arrival in Tokyo, it sounded like the whole family was eager to watch me turn into a human fat balloon. Noka made it clear his intentions and I didn’t have any fight left. I knew I should have been angrier with what Noka did to me, but the physical changes weren’t the only ones lurking in the Human 2.0 serum. After that first day, where I ate what felt like my body weight with no problem, Noka explained.

“I couldn’t have my piggy all upset with how he looked all the time.” Noka whispered while he rubbed my back. I grunted through a mouthful of food in acknowledgement. I seemed to need to be constantly chewing something now after the serum, or I’d be hungry again within a minute or two.

“That is why your anxiety and self image responses needed to be modified. Oh Tolsty, you will be the most beautiful man in the world for me. But seeing how you react when others notice your increasing form, like you were ashamed. It hurt my heart. Now, you will not care how you look, or how others perceive you. Because well… you cannot.”

While the preparations were set I enjoyed the feeling of a thin body for the last time, or at least, one thin enough to walk. The weight I had lost as a part of the serum transformation surged back onto me so quickly I was worried my skin might rip open. It seemed my fat storage capabilities had been upgraded as well. I put on five pounds a day until my weight reached what it had been, at which point it evened out, but still increased with dizzying speed. Armed with a bag of snacks, Noka agreed that walking around campus would give me a proper send off. As my flesh broadened and rounded with each passing day, pooching out for the public to see, it did hammer down the point.

I just didn’t give a crap anymore.

I wore what I wanted, ate what I wanted, even danced in front of a group of incoming freshman, gut jiggling freely without a hint of self consciousness. I was scared how shameless I became overnight at first. But as I boarded the plane to Japan, my ass just narrow enough to not need two seats, I relished in the fact that all their stares bounced off me.

I munched my way through customs, met Noka’s parents, and got settled into my pig throne in a haze of giddiness. Noka and I shared glaces, that conveyed how naughty we felt, and how eager.

Every day I ate from sunrise to sunset, my surging belly the only indicator of how big I was getting. Now I knew Noka was right all along. I was meant to be his pig. Learning Japanese was tough. I put on weight at a truly absurd rate, over a pound a day until I reached 600. At this point I got a second dose of the serum to keep my weight stable, as well as ‘reward’ me for being such a good pet. It wasn’t like I had much of a choice, the serum had removed any ability I had to resist food, but it was a nice consolation prize after watching my body swell to immobility.

It really did look like I had been cursed by a witch. Every day I could see myself get noticeably bigger. My belly pushed out wide, circling me like an inner tube. All my limbs thickened up, my neck was lost to the fat. Both my ass and face cheeks pumped up to make me look like I was pouting. Before long I quaked with each step, and not long after that I was in my throne full time, toilet installed. Noka was rich, and had given me a life full of pleasure. I was healthy, and horny, and for now, that was all I wanted.

“How about another dinner, boys?” Noka called out, to which I nodded eagerly. The men started fondling me again and I felt myself stiffen.

“Fat boys gotta eat!”