Chapter 17 - Epilogue

Rodrigo Tortella looked out of the widow by his bed, allowing himself a smile. Past the beige wallpaper and double panes glass, a meadow speckled with pink and yellow flowers rolled to a wall of pines. Beyond the trees was darkness, but everything in the clearing was bright and welcoming.

"Springtime in Durham really is gorgeous," Rodrigo said. He knew he wasn't going to roll in that grass, or smell those flowers, but it was a welcome sight after months of grey and rain. Rodrigo's admiration of the outside world was interrupted by the sound of a notification.

"Oink!" the chime rang out, one of many reminders of Rodrigo's new lot in life. He grunted, lifting his oversized arm and moving it to his bedside table like an obese claw machine. After some effort, Rodrigo grabbed the tablet that lay there.

"Guess I was asleep longer than I thought."

A series of notifications from the last hour filled the greasy screen. Rodrigo's dedicated supporters had tuned in to his live stream at 9 am sharp. It took until 10:30 for him to finally wake up, a fact that both delighted and frustrated the group.

C'mon piggy, it's weigh in day! Get that lard ass moving, one fan wrote.

God, he's really getting slobbier and lazier with every pound we've packed on, wrote another.

Sometimes I love watching him snore, he's like a fat hairless bear.

And finally.

Only took 15 alerts to wake you up. What, is the fat affecting your hearing too?

Rodrigo might have been mortified to be talked at in such a way last year, but today it felt almost natural. There was still a part of himself that cringed when he saw how wide he had gotten, how unwieldy and cumbersome his body had swelled. Now though, over a year into his full-time life as a fetish pig, he treated his job with the focus he had when he was an executive. He took a breath, put on a grin, and looked at the camera bolted in the corner of the room.

"Gosh," Rodrigo said, pushing his droopy moobs together, "I must have had a little too much to eat last night, I slept in!"

The comments came in hot now that they knew Rodrigo was awake.

Your such a perfect piggy! Eat and sleep all you like King.

Time to get fatter! Eat eat eat! 🤤

You always eat too much, ***! That's why we love you.

Weigh-in! Weigh-in! Weigh-in!

Rodrigo giggled. It was so foreign at first, but the comments made him feel better about his situation. They didn't expect higher profits every quarter, they didn't have unreasonable expectations. All they wanted out of him was to eat, and show off his massive body. And that was something Rodrigo had gotten skilled at.

"Well," Rodrigo continued, "don't want to keep you waiting. Let'g get my fat ass on the scale!"

The commenters cheered as Rodrigo prepared himself to stand. Walking around as a 330 pounder was already a struggle, and that was over a year ago. Free from the judgemental eyes of regular society, Rodrigo had ballooned. His limbs had thickened with inches of fat, his middle and rear keeping pace. Stretchmarks arched around his rolls and folds, telling the story of his growth. Rodrigo knew how to put on a show, it wasn't that different from presenting to corporate heads. That flair had earned him many fans, and Rodrigo knew to not disappoint. He tried leaning forward, his massive paunch flopping between his widely-spread thighs. He didn't make it an inch off the sheets and fell back, body sloshing. The crowd went wild.

holy shitttt

He's gone full whale now.

Your far too fat to try that, tubbs!

Rodrigo grinned. The donation notifications began ringing loud and constant. It wasn't a competition, per say, but Rodrigo Tortella had a bit of pride left in him still, and he used it to become one of the most profitable pigs in the pen.

"Gosh, I really am getting unfit." Rodrigo lifted his gut and let it slap onto his thighs, as if confused to why he had failed to sit. "Guess i'll need to try something else to get up."

The next part of the show Rodrigo knew would be well received. He rocked his wide body from side to side, his gut and tits undulating like a bed of jello. He managed to get to his side, exposing a half dozen fat rolls. Rodrigo flipped onto his arms, propping his gargantuan ass into the air.

"I- almost- got it." Rodrigo huffed, using his meager strength to wobble his ass as long as he could. This position was getting difficult, it required his arms to hold much of his weight, which at this point could only bear it for a few seconds. That was all he needed.

WIDE LOAD ALERT

my gosh, the booty

That whale ass got me like❤️

Rodrigo flopped onto his feet by the side of the bed, a torrent of donation chimes filling the room with the sound of oinking. He smiled, panting as he shifted one leg in front of the other.

"Ok, I'm up," he said, chest heaving, "the rest should be easy."

Rodrigo waddled to the edge of the room, panting and making the action look far more strenuous than it was. Lifting a morbidly obese body around was definitely a struggle, but Rodrigo knew to amp it up a bit for the crowd. Still, today he felt heavier than ever, it wouldn't be an act for long. The comments came faster as Rodrigo stood on the scale, reaching todays climax, at least until the later stuffings began. A red display attached to the scale lit up at eye level.

"497.4 LB, fat %: 55.6"

Rodrigo frowned.

"Darn, I didn't hit 500 yet. I don't know how I'm gonna get past this plateau..."

Rodrigo looked at the comments. They all demanded the same thing. They wanted him to eat. And eat. Until he hit 500 pounds today, then more. They were as insatiable to add fat to his frame as he had become for food. Rodrigo knew 500 would soon turn to 550, then 600, then more. There was a buried piece of himself that screamed out to reject this absurd life, but then he felt his knees ache, his belly growl. He slapped it, laughing.

I'm finally free of Kumar, he thought, I'm free of working, from worry. I'm the master of my little world.

Rodrigo leaned down to a table positioned by the scale. There was a platter of burgers and heavy cream pudding on the silver surface. He grabbed it greedily and waddled back, sinking into the bed.

"Guess there's only one way to reach my goals!" he said, shoving a burger in his mouth, "mmf- patience is a virtue, after all."

Rodrigo began to gobble his treats, relieved to sooth his hunger. It was going to be another long day of eating, and he was more than ready for it.

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