Chapter 20

"More! Give me more! I want more!" Sarah moaned at her feeder while shake dibbled down her chins and onto her much larger naked body.

Owen grabbed Sarah's face firmly with one hand and shoved a tube through her eager lips. "That's right, you greedy little slut hog. Suck it down." He teased as he re-filled the funnel. Over the past year, he had done an excellent job pushing Sarah to her absolute limits, ensuring the wires of gluttony, greed, and lust were all crossed in Sarah's head. Under his influence, Owen transformed Sarah into an insatiable feedee while enabling her to gain an excessive amount of weight. Though Sarah didn't know how much she weighed, she felt heavier than she'd ever felt in her entire life. Part of Sarah didn't want to know the number, wholly swept up in her fetish while not thinking hard about the consequences of her actions.

"mmhmm" Sarah moaned in approval, quivering in a chair she was overflowing, while shake penetrated her taste buds.

"You like that, don't you, piggy?"

"Mmmmm" Sarah moaned with a mouthful of tube in her lips, sucking down the last of the shake from the funnel.

Pulling the tube out so Sarah could breathe, Owen let the final few drops dribble onto her belly. "C'mon, Fata*s. Tell me again how you let yourself turn into such a pig."

"Ahh mmmmh, I'm so greedy and lazy. All I want to do is eat. It makes me so wet to be this big. I can't help myself. I'm a piggy. oink!" Sarah couldn't help but bite her lip after oinking, knowing it turned her feeder on as much as it did her.

A brief pleased smile flashed on Owen's face, but then he quickly returned to the sinister feeder he was role-playing as. "That's right. Look at what you've done to your body. You're bigger and heavier than you ever thought you'd be. Fattening you up is my way of taking over, making you pudgy, lazy, and pathetic. I'm stripping you of everything you used to be when you were a model. You were motivated, independent, and slim. Where is all of that now? You're just a ball of fucking lard for me to prod, jiggle, and tease whenever the fuck I want." Owen poked at Sarah's lower belly to prove his point, his finger sinking deep into soft fat.

"mmmmm, fuck. Oink, that's so hot. I love it when you take control and remind me of what worthless fatty I am. Tease me. Humiliate me. Ruin my body."

"There is nothing left to ruin you fat tub of lard. Tell me how many Bikini magazines you used to be in before you let this.." Owen roughly grabbed a handful of Sarah's hanging belly. "..and this.." Then he proceeded to grab her fat crotch. "..take control of everything."

"Ahhahmmmh.. I was in.. Sports Illustrated.." Sarah moaned while Owen continued to lightly rub her crotch, teasing her. "Cos..cosmopolitan.. a few playboohh.. playboys..women's h..health.. v..v...v...vouge.. and.. and.. Ma..ma..Marie Claire..ohhhhhhh."

"Easy girl. Not yet." Owen teased, pulling his hand out from under Sarah's belly, knowing she was on the edge.

Owen walked away and returned with an old Sports Illustrated swimsuit magazine, opening it up. "Who is this?" He sarcastically asked with a mocking smile, holding up a page with a spread of various shots of Sarah on it, posing for the camera, looking sultry, skinny, and enticing.

Sarah remembered that shoot quite well, having been her breakthrough high profile contract with Sports Illustrated's famous yearly swimsuit edition magazine. "That... me.." Sarah answered hesitantly, understanding that Owen was about to use that admission against her.

Taking a look back at the magazine and looking at Sarah, Owen just shook his head. "That's not you. She looks nothing like you. By society's standards, the girl in this magazine is hot, skinny, and desirable. I'm sure tons of men have opened up this magazine and busted a nut to that gorgeous body. They wouldn't be able to even get hard if they saw your blob of a body taking up space in a magazine meant for selling sex appeal. No, that girl isn't you. Not anymore. You look like someone that deep throats butter, you triple chinned calorie slut."

"Ohhh fuckkkk... mmmmmmmm" Sarah moaned, loving the humiliation.

Owen continued. "You look like a fat fu*king loser that spends hours upon hours sitting on her lazy fat cellulite-cratered ass. You look like you have no control over your life, letting your belly and pussy do all of your thinking for you. Piggy."

"MMMMMmmm, yes. You're right. Piggy wants to eat and cum."

Owen ignored Sarah's request and continued his taunting. "Why aren't you getting any modeling jobs anymore? What happened?" Owen asked mockingly.

Sarah was achingly wet, moaning breathally as she spoke. "I got too fat. My modeling agency fired me. I can't... I can't even get a job in plus size. Not even so much as a call back from Curvacious magazine. I must be too fat for them too."

"They're never going to call you back. After what I've done to you this past year, you're too fat for plus-sized. They want big girls in their magazine. Not obese pigs." Owen chastised, seeing how much Sarah was enjoying the humiliation. "You'd have better luck modeling for Livestock magazine, you fucking fata*s pig."

Sarah was visibly twitching her seat. "Fuck, Owen.. that's so hot."

Owen took a good long look at Sarah, studying her. "I can see the cover now. Your fat pig ass bent over a trough, on all fours, shoving your face in, ready to be bred like a good fu*kpig."

"Ohh.. yes... Owen.. that turns me on so much. I want that. Please. I want to be a fu*kpig. I deserve to be on the cover of a livestock magazine for how fat I let myself become."

"Give me an audition then. Prove to me that's where you belong, porker. On all fours, right now, Pig!"

Sarah didn't hesitate, leaning into the depravity. Stuffed full, Sarah uneasily got out of her chair and got down on her hands and knees. Biting her lip, Sarah helplessly looked up at Owen from her position on the floor. "Oink, Oink!"

"Good piggy. You'd make the perfect CoverSow."

"Yes.. oink.. yes... oink." Sarah declared, overwhelmed with arousal. Sparing a hand, Sarah attempted to sneak it below her belly to rub her arousal on, but Owen stopped her.

"Not so fast." Owen scolded, intervening and quickly stopping Sarah's hand from hitting its desired mark. "You cum when I say you can."

"Oink.. Oink!" Sarah pleaded, lost in the role play.

"You like getting fatter for me, don't you?"

"Oink! Oink! Oooinnkk!"

"Yea, I bet you do. Beg me to let you cum, you fat pig."

"Oink!! Oink!!!! *snort* *snort* Snort*" Sarah oinked and snorted with extreme enthusiasm. She didn't care that she was utterly humiliating herself. All she could think about was cumming.

"Good god, you fucking sound like you should be taking your meals out of a trough. Pathetic. Open your mouth, you funnel whore hog." Owen pushed the funnel back into Sarah's mouth, who was willingly opening wide for him.

"Mmmmmooook"

"Lo ok at you.. look at you suck down this gainer shake, like a proper feedee piggy. Bet it makes you wet?"

"Mmmmm! Mmmmmmmmm!"

"Yeah, you greedy lard pig. All you want is more. You can't help yourself, can you, fatso?"

Sarah shook her head, moaning while sucking down the last of the shake.

"Good. Time for your reward."