Chapter 1

I've never been the smartest girl. That could be how I always get myself in these situations. I'm the type of person to believes in the good in people which backfires a lot. That's probably why I'm drugged and tied up in someone's trunk. I decided to go to a buffet tonight. I've been on this diet for about a week and I couldn't take it anymore. I needed a treat. I had stacks of pancakes, sweets, seafood, and anything else I wanted. I sat down and ate like a pig. Food was all over my clothes and face. My pants weren't stretchy enough and needed to be unbuttoned later. I was tired and my guard was down. "Hello, Sweetie" I look up to see a handsome man out of my league. That was the first red flag I ignored. I whipped my mouth and struggled to look presentable. "Can I sit here?" He instantly moved my plates out of the way and sat, not asking for permission. I nodded my head and finished chewing. "Oh don't stop eating...I will be right back with drinks" The stranger walked off in a random direction as I continued to stuff myself silly. He placed down a drink and I continued to eat, not noticing him watching me. Observing my growing belly.

She began to get noticeably sleepy like normal if she wasn't on this ridiculous diet. I hate it when Piggy goes on a diet. She gets too slim for my liking. She's weaker than normal because she put her body into starvation mode. I enjoy her chubby frame. I think it's cute and perfect for taking care of, which is why I'm taking things into my own hands. "I'm going to excuse myself" She slowly gets up from the table. Her stomach is struggling against her pants. "Why don't I walk you to your car?" She looks out the restaurant window seeing how dark it is then she looks back at me shyly. "Sure, I don't see why not" We begin to walk as I look around. She begins to walk to her car as I follow closely behind. I begin to analyze her walking, not that I haven't been doing that for years. She's slow and heavy. We reached her car which is a good distance from the restaurant. "Goodbye, thanks for walking me...Can I get your number?" She's so predictable. She's making it so easy for me. I took her phone from her hand and dropped it on the ground and proceeded to crush it under my foot. "What the hell are you doing?" I didn't say anything and socked her in the face. She hit the asphalt and her head began to bleed. "What are you doing?" She struggled to get away from home as she backed up away from me. I picked her up from her collar. She struggled against me as she tried to get away. "Please stop...I can give you money... I-I-I'm sorry if I upset you. Just let me go home." "Don't worry you will be home soon" She had a fearful look of confusion on her face. "Help please someone, anyone help me" I dropped her from the neck to the ground and proceeded to step on her knees slowly one at a time. One of her weak points from high school sports. "Pigs aren't meant for running."

Everything hurts. I tried my best to stand up. I whimpered as I debated screaming for help. "H-Help!" I stuttered. "So I should step on your neck too?" "N-no P-please don't hurt me" I looked up nervously. "It's a bit too late for that" He began to pick me up again like I weighed nothing even while full of food. I tried to break away but I was in too much pain. "Stop it pig" I felt a strange sensation come over me. Everything began to become blurry and I stopped fighting. I closed my eyes for a bit and when I opened them I was in a dark small space. I couldn't move and I struggled to breathe. I close my eyes again and wake up in a small room. I get up to move but my legs ache in pain. "I told you pigs aren't meant for running" I look over to see the man. He was sitting in a chair looking over at me. My legs are bandaged but nothing is helping my pain. "Where am I? Who are you? What am I doing here?" "When did I say you can talk?" He seemed to be angry with me. I need to get out of here. "This is your new home. When you are ready you can see other parts of our home but till then you will stay here. Your legs are broken and I might let them get better if you are good"

I begin to breathe heavily as I try to stand. I begin to cry as my legs ache in pain. "***" I look over to see the man scoffing at me. He opens a door and turns the corner. I fight through the pain and begin to crawl towards the door when I realize my ankle is tied down to a weight. "What are you doing oinkers? You're not that strong in the least. I thought going to the gym would teach you that." I crawl back over to the wall and lean myself against it carefully. "What's going on? What am I doing here?" "I didn't give you permission to speak" I nervously began to bite my lip. "Now I made you lunch" He walked off to the right side of the door and came back with a tray of 3 burgers and a large side of French fries alongside chicken nuggets. "I can't eat this all" "You an ungrateful *** always have been. When I give you food you take it and finish it or there will be consequences. Now I know you're hungry, you've never been good at fasting. So don't pretend to be picky"

I took a large bite out of the first burger. I was starving. There was no point in pretending to be picky. I began to eat quickly. I don't know how long I've been here but I'm exhausted. My stomach is beginning to get full fairly quickly and I still have two burgers to go. I suddenly felt my head being pressed against the wall as a burger was shoved down my throat. "You can eat fast brat". My eyes began to water as I struggled against the kidnapper for air. I had a second to breathe then a handful of chicken nuggets was shoveled down my throat. "There we go fat ass that's much much better." A handful of my stomach was grabbed. "We need much more of this"

After a few more minutes of stuffing. He left me in this dark room. There was no mattress or anything to sleep on. I struggled to move much and I was left in an awkward position anyway. My eyes feel heavy and my head is a little dizzy. I want to stay awake for as long as possible but my body is failing me. Maybe if I close my eyes a little bit I won't fall asleep.

I felt myself being lifted and pressed against the wall. "I'm going to place you on your feet and you aren't going to complain about the pain." I nodded my head slowly before a blood-curdling scream came out of my body. My knees began to shake and tried to buckle under me but I was being forced to stand. "You are terrible at following directions. Standing and not making pig sounds should be easy for a person, but of course not you." "I'm sorry-" "You aren't sorry and I didn't give you permission to speak to me" I let out an uncontrollable sob full of whimpers and breathing struggles. While all this is happening I don't realize my clothes are being cut off and I'm being stripped.

My pathetic little mess looks so perfect. She has softened up so much and she looks like a butterball. I press her into the wall a little bit more before her whole body shakes from pain. Her back has never been good so I press her lower back while she begins to try to struggle against me. "You can't walk...I would stop if I were you" "You are hurting me" "That wasn't permission to talk"

He began to fuck me. Rocking my soft body up and down slowly. Pressing me into the wall, he was using my body against me. I needed to get out of here. After a few minutes, he gave me clothes. No pants, just tight underwear, and an oversized shirt. "You know this is for your good. Having a baby will keep you preoccupied and happy."

I was dropped on the floor in worse condition than I was before. I could barely stand with help, how am I supposed to walk? I began to put my clothes on. My shirt was easy but my legs trembled as I pulled up my underwear. "I want to go home, '' I cried. "With my baby inside you, never" He snickered to himself as he left the room again. I fell back asleep and woke up in a different room on a mattress. It was on the floor. They were folded-up sheets. I just sat for a second before struggling to crawl. Hot tears ran down my cheeks as I cried from the pain. I slowly began to crawl over to each corner of the bed and make it up. It was messy but I got the job done. I heard loud footsteps as I finished up. He walked into a dark small room and placed two plates in front of me. He patted my head "Eating for two" I looked down at his shoes but I was too afraid to make eye contact. I sat there in front of him as I felt my thoughts drift off. I felt myself being picked up again by the neck as he began to speak. "Don't think that I won't hurt you. I know you are a stupid pig but you have one job and that's to take care of my baby. " Just like that he throws me against the wall and I fall onto the mattress. I roll onto one of the plates which causes him to kick me. "You better eat it all or else" He walks out of the room and closes the door leaving me in the dark.

I begin to pick up the food with my hands and gore it down my throat. I feel like I've been starving and I could care less about how messy I am. Suddenly the door opens and I look down in my lap again. "Fat ass, it's tube time" He reaches down and yanks my hair, and tilts my head back. "Now you're going to put this tube into your mouth and you're going to drink. Understand?" I nodded my head to the best of my ability. He tightened his grip on my hair. "Do you understand?" "Yes," I whimpered "Yes what?" "Yes S-sir" "You still have that stupid stutter" I nodded my head. He walked over to the wall and had the tube in his hand. He picked me up again and laid me down against the wall.

I lift her softened arms above her head and put handcuffs on her from overhead. She doesn't resist which is a good sign. I begin to pour a thick creamy liquid down her throat. It was about 5 minutes before she started squirming. Her fat thighs clapping together as she tries to get up. "Sit your fat ass down before you regret it." She sits as hot tears roll down her face. "What's wrong If you had eaten all your food it wouldn't hurt." I reach down and rub her overstuffed stomach. After a few minutes, I took the tube out of her mouth. "Keep your pig slobber off me" She wiped her mouth with her arm and she wiped her eyes. She turned over and lay down. I could hear her sweet whimpering.

I was so full. I've never been this full before, not even during my worst binges. I began to slowly fall asleep. I tried my best to stay awake but my weak legs were so heavy. I feel so helpless. I closed my eyes for just a second and then I was out.

I need to show her that she needs me. I need her to understand without me she is nothing, which is why I'm teaching her a lesson. I got up after she fell asleep and closed the door leaving her in the dark. She needed time to think. Think about her decision leading up to this point. From quitting sports to the fad diets and the fasting, she fucked herself up. I'm only saving her from herself. I was going to use one of her techniques to break her. A good old-fashioned fast. Just 24 hours. She's not pregnant yet so that shouldn't hurt.

After she woke up it had already been a good 5 hours. She struggled to wake up because it was so dark and she was tired. She rolled onto her other side and crawled her way to the wall. She sat upright with her back against the wall. She sat in silence as she waited. She was waiting for that man to appear, possibly with more food. Her stomach growled crying for attention. After about an hour she spoke. "Hello..." she said in a whisper. "I'm hungry..." she got a little louder. She began to yell mostly about how hungry she was and how she needed food. She began to ramble to herself about how she was missing work, school, and her outside life. The only thing that was keeping her sanity. After 2 more hours of rambling. She began to sob and then continued to nap. After the second time she woke up she tried to get up. She leaned herself against the wall before finally adding pressure to her legs. She immediately fell onto the floor in an awkward position. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she tried to get up.

It's almost comical watching someone fail at everything. Even walking at this point. I told her pigs aren't meant for running and look where we are now. I watched her on the cameras. It's so much easier than having to put cameras in her apartment. It's safer to have her with me instead of on her own.

I cut the time short since clearly she can't handle anything. Let alone hunger. I dropped a pile of burgers on the floor before picking her up. "Come on stop crying ***" I kiss her on her forehead which surprises her. "You know you can't last a 24-hour fast. You've fattened up." She seems to ignore me but I know she's listening.

Now getting a girl pregnant can be very difficult and in Piglet's case, it could be easy. So I began to give her medication every day and I put her on a nice little schedule. When she wakes up she eats 500-1000 calories along with a nice little weight gain shake. Then she will practice walking with help of course which she says is very humbling. You have to keep your piggies humble. Then for lunch, it's a 1,200 meal with another shake and then it's nap time. She's moved out of her punishment room to a nice little bedroom next to mine. So she sleeps and then it's snack time which is 300-500 calories along with a shake and then her second nap which then it's dinner time which consists of 2,500 calories and two shakes. I can't let my baby go hungry so it's good to keep the pig full for most of the day. I also prepared something for her when she sneaks into the kitchen which is quite often. Now I give her plenty of pills: two prenatal pills, one pill for weight gain, another for increasing appetite, another for sleeping, and the last one for pain. I keep her nice and heavy to make a comfortable home for my baby.

Waking up half asleep I grabbed my walker and slowly walked to the kitchen. I have to take breaks every few steps because it's hard. He didn't leave food out like normal so I decided to open the refrigerator. I saw a large pitcher of shake and I got down on my weak knees and began to chug. I felt each heavy drop go down my throat and I felt myself getting full. "Well, what do we have here?" I nervously turn around to see my kidnapper. "I was just hungry and I know-" "Yes you do know you're not supposed to go into MY refrigerator and take MY food. You know I feed you, cloth you, and put a roof over your head and this is how you treat me ""Y-yes Sir I'm very sorry ""Sorry doesn't cut it you know that. I'm the only one who does the work around here and you just waddle around and lounge about." He took the pitcher from my hands and placed it in the sink. "Wash it" I took my walker over to the sink and struggled to stand and wash it. "Without that pathetic walker..." I took it to the side and struggled to stand up by the sink. A tear rolled down my cheek from the pain. "You dare to cry. You are such an ungrateful brat" He took the sink faucet from my hand and sprayed me with it. "Oh my I guess you need a shower...go to the bathroom without the walker." I hate taking showers. I find it humiliating to look at my flabby body and be washed by someone else. I take off my clothes slowly and sit in the shower. I try to cover myself which he never likes but what else can I do? "I'm done cleaning up both of your messes." He reaches over and turns on the hot water. He begins to strip as I look down at my stomach. He bends down and takes the soap and begins to wash me on the floor. "I need to wash your back. Put your hands against the wall." I do as I'm told before I feel him press me against the wall. I squirm as I realize what he's doing. "Please d-" "Shut up" He cupped my breast in his hands and lightly squeezed which made me let out a small squeal. He began to fuck me pressing my body against the wall as I moaned in pleasure maybe I wasn't supposed to enjoy it, but no one has ever touched me besides him. I moved slowly up and down as he held my chubby body up. "Such a good girl"

I haven't worked out or done anything related to fitness in what feels like years. So when he moved my plump body I quickly felt myself running out of energy. "Get on all fours", he said. I moved towards the middle of the tub and went on all fours. I stayed on all fours for as long as I could before he spread his hand to hold me up while fucking me from behind. He suddenly got up and got the towel to dry himself off. He didn't grab me a towel. He turned off the shower and started running the bath water. The bathtub quickly filled up as he walked towards it. He gripped my hair tight with his fist before bringing me under the water. He held me down as I struggled to breathe. He lifted my head out of the water. I calmed down as He slowly began to bring me back down. He did this two more times before he threw his wet towel at me and drained the tub. I dried myself off to the best of my ability before he grabbed me by the neck and dragged my naked body out into the hall.

He slapped me in the face as tears rolled down my cheeks. "Don't ever eat MY food without permission or wake me up at 3 in the morning. God damn binge eater. I mean you can barely walk from all the weight." I knew what he said wasn't true but why did it still hurt? "This is exactly why you are here. You're a fat ass you can't even wash yourself let alone feed yourself. Grabbed the fucking walker and get to bed" I did as I was told.

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