Chapter 1

Take a good look at yourself. You have been blindfolded for so long, you have been experiencing sensory deprivation. In fact, your whole body feels numb. You can’t feel anything, but first you regain feeling in your face, it feels, not just soft, but squishy too, plush and plump. That is because your cheeks and chin and neck are all squished together to create one pancake form of a face, melted into each other like a puddle. Your eyes are squinted slits to peer out of at what is ahead of you: a blank tv screen. You start to wriggle around, realizing you were restrained, all of your senses numb to you.
There is a sound speaker above you, playing a pre recorded message.

“Good morning pig, and congratulations. Your surgery and transformation was successful. While you wait for the anesthesia to subside, why don’t we do a play by play of your progression while you have been in my care. Before you is a mirror and tv set. I will now play your progression, and honestly I can say that I’m proud of you. At first, I didn’t think you were going to pass my trials, but now you pass the test. You are my prize winning pig for certain. Let’s begin the play back, shall we?”

The tv cuts on first, what was happening? You have no time to gain back your bearings at all, because now all of your attention is on the tv screen. It flickers to life and sure enough the video begins. It’s a picture of you. Long hair, curvaceous figure, bright smile, eyes full of life. A cocky smile, you look more than good, you look sexy, a true diva indeed. A bright future ahead of you. Or so you thought. The speaker system lists of your stats. “Starter weight: 150. Pounds gained: 0”

You were in shock, the shock had seemed to have brought you more to your senses. You felt more of yourself, it was a hard feeling to describe you felt...absorbed into your own body. You tried to move, but moving only causes you to wriggle, you gasp for breathe, starting to panic.’I-I-I’m stuck!’
“Mf!” The monitor just continues to play it’s video presented before you. The next scene sends a wave of shock and anxiety through your whole entire form. There was a loud moaning and groaning on the screen, a video of an obese women splayed amongst a bariatric bed, piling in cake into her mouth. Who the hell was that?

Her breasts pooled over the splattered mounds that pinned her into the sinking foam mattress, toes and feet swollen and puffy. One wide distended belly over the next, her belly button invisible and overlapping onto her fupa that pushed against the edge of the bed. She belched, and dived into the third bucket of chicken, feverishly reaching out her arm with it’s flapping distended sacks of flesh dangling two feet onto her sides and in the air to reach for a big gulp cup full of cola. The sound of slurping ice cold pop makes you flinch, then sends hunger pains into the pit of your stomach watching her devour more and more buckets and drinks. That was all you could feel aside from your cheeks and face was the pit of your empty gnawing stomach, but you were too focused on the screen to be bothered by it.

Now this was starting to freak you out, the speakers come to life again. “After your daily doses of medicine as you can see you have had no problems reaching your goal weight over time, gaining a whopping 300 pounds in record time all on your own without the assistance of a machine to help speed up the process. That’s how I knew you were going to succeed, I wanted to see how far you can go, what lengths you can reach, literally and figuratively that is. Your favorite food I learned, is Lasagna.”

The screen transitions to a new video, this time the large vastness of the women was sitting up, all parts of her hanging and sagging onto the floor beneath her while she sat in a chair at table, stacked empty pans ate clean piled on next to her and several more filled to the brim with cheese and sauce waiting their turn to be ate up. There was red sauce all over her packed in cheeks, and the noises she made made you flinch at how animal like and slobbish she sounded. Grunting, slurping, sucking in air and food alike. The large spoon moved so fast, she was inhaling the platters of lasagna as if it were about to run away. She gasps for air. “Ungh-ah-belch!Shlurp-uhhhh,” The sounds turned into sexual moans of ecstasy, her eyes were rolling in the back of her head after the 14th finished casserole tray.

‘Did she just orgasm?’ You thought to yourself. Again, a gurgle emits in the pit of your stomach, you squirm a bit, still numb, you felt sedated, stuck as if you couldn’t move.

You try, but it was no use. You narrow it down to the idea that you were held captive, a stalker of yours must have finally kidnapped you and taken their fetish too far. But who was this ugly obese women? 20 pans later, finished all in the span of 30 minutes and 6 wet orgasms later, The women was done with her feast. Her taut belly pushing the table back, then suddenly, the sound of a “crack!” then a splintering crash, the whale of a women ends up on her bulbous rear end, stomach pushing her swollen thighs and calves into a full split. “M-more! I need more!” She cries aloud, uncaring that her own weight had destroyed the furniture. She only cared that her trays and cup were empty. The distorted voice drones on. “As you can see, my catering wasn’t enough to satisfy that pig within you, you needed more.” The voice’s emphasis on need was said with a quivering voice, as if he was liking this a bit too much for their own good.

‘I’ve had enough of this, I want out!’ You open your mouth to scream but to your horror, you bellow out a squeal instead. A pig’s squeal. It made you scream louder, squirm and wriggle, gaining more feeling to your mid region, you felt ticklish, heavy, squishy…like parts of you were pressed together, but still you couldn’t see anything but walls and a tv, and the smell of something cooking...


“So I upgraded you to better arrangements to befit your needs, my love…”

The tv flickered, to a horrifying scene, the women was now on her feet, struggling to hold herself up, a back view of her naked, her entire shelf of an ass jutting up and down and around with each wobbling and earth quaking step, taking a toll on her entirely. She would stop to catch her breathe and hold herself up against the wall. Her back rolls stacked and drooping into the parts of her gut that even from behind you could see were in the way of her thighs and legs...and feet as well. Flop flop flop. The tv flickered to the front view. The sagging end of her belly flapped around up and down, shoving her knees into it, kicking it away, swaying back and forward left to right, crying out in pain. But something was urging her to continue to move anyway. What could it possibly be giving her the will power to struggle along for a whole hour down the dark hallways like this? You had no choice but to watch the whole and entire segment of her gelatinous mass moving more than she was, until she reached her prize that awaited her.

A five foot high chocolate cake coated in sweet icing and ice cream in the middle. The noise of happiness that emitted from her was not human at all, a happy squeal of delight as she fell to her hands and knees, propping herself up on the floor with her mounds instead of her hands and ate away taking piles of chocolate cake from puffy hand to chubby cheeks and open mouth, devouring it whole, when her arms atrophied and went limp she scooted closer and stuck her face into the rest of her treat. Still, there was no sign of her captor anywhere in the room in any of the clips played so far. Just the narrative of that eerie disturbing voice who was responsible for this.

‘She must have been kidnapped and held captive too, but what happened to her?’ You wondered, breathing heavily through your nose. You feel like you might choke. You feel like you’re not getting enough air, like something was weighing you down heavily against your chest, preventing you from getting not a single full breathe in at all. You open your mouth sucking in as hard as you can, and snorting the exhale out. Snort in, snorting out, you felt claustrophobic being in this little room almost wall to wall like this, you can’t look down to see the floor but you assume you are...what, standing? Floating? Suspended? Tied up?

You are indeed suspended from straps that you can feel in between your rolls. Wait, rolls?


The tv continues to digress. It displays digital numbers; measurements possibly. Or maybe it is an amount of something? Whatever the numbers are referring to it reads as such: 999, then 9’s turns into 3 zeros and a one: 1,000.

The voice continues: “At last you had proven yourself worthy to reach onto new heights, new challenges, truly willing to push yourself beyond your limits, I admired you aspiration to over exceeding my expectation, like, who was I to stop you? I wanted to see you do great without anything stopping you, not even me. That’s when I agreed with myself to perform the operation on you. I just wanted to see how far you would go, if it would be worth it. More progress than decline….”

The screen goes black, but the voice goes on. “It was.” The tv then cuts off automatically, and retreats on it’s stand upwards away into the ceiling.

Down comes the mirror taking up the entirety of the wall in front of you. You start to think that it’s another tv screen, for what you see in front of you does not register right away. That is when your eyes lock with your own...you can’t believe it.


You see before you something resembling a face, with it’s mouth agape and hair that can only reach the length past it’s blimped up shoulders that circumferences around the top of the head, fat towering above it. You see stacks and ripples of chins among st the main bulge, a face with eyes pressed into squints by the cheeks packed full of chunky fat. The rest of the body was a site that took up the entirety of the mirror itself and you see why the mirror was so huge to begin with.
It’s you.
The women on the tv was you all along, before you became….this!

Looking down the length of the mirror you can see your breasts propped up and over lapping the top belly of yours that sags just as hard as the ones behind it, in the position you are in, suspended from the ceiling, the other two stomachs trail behind the first, hanging lower and lower, a few feet long in length as if stretching to touch the floor. Now you start to seriously panic. You thrust yourself around, you flex to put your legs and arms in gear to free yourself and try to get down from your suspension. Until you realize...your arms, which would have been stuffed full of cellulite, are gone. Your thighs were saddled in fat and trapped straddling your sagging fupa and gut with two large ass cheeks behind you.

You heave, moving the chubby stubs of what used to be your legs which are now just your packed up thighs that bulge against your firthy fupa, and your ass that challenges your stomachs with size just as big as all three of them. Your arms and your legs were gone, what sat in their place where chunky stubs sinking into the rest of your body. Three sets of stomachs and two gelatinous ass cheeks with drooping sacks of tits were all that was left of you, or more was what became of it. You were a literal sack of hanging dangling flesh, and a face that hardly resembled what you used to be. You were now a literal giant blob.
You begin to cry, scream, and wriggle, swinging yourself to and frow hoping to break free of your bindings. The rumbling in your stomach makes your skin ripple, you scream even louder. ‘Help! *gasp*somebody help me, help I’m-! I’m!I’m-!”

A long pause and your facial expression changes from fear to dumbfoundedness.

“..Hungry…”