Chapter 2 - the second meeting

I do not know how many hours have passed. Maybe hours, maybe minutes, maybe just seconds. I have no way to tell here. The light is always turned on. My *** is so wet now, and I am unable to cum. I cannot take it any more. I feel my tummy being filled slowly, continually, without breaks. I feel it tighten, stretching. I do not want to get very fat, not for real. How can he do that to me?

I feel so dizzy because of the lust I have to relieve myself with cumming. But my arm is just long enough to reach and stroke lightly, yet alone cum. This is not an option. I do have the option to stop stroking myself, though. But the pleasure I get is quite satiafying, even though I cannot achieve an orgasm. It is also annoying though. It just builds up, while I have no hope of release.

I am trying to look around the room. Nothing. All I see is white everywhere. I can see my boobs resting, because they are close to my eyes. I can see a vague tube going out of my nose and being hooked to a feeding machine, I can hear it pumping. Even if he untied me, I would not be able to turn it off, though since it will be very difficult with missing fingers and poor eyesight. But I hear something. He is coming again.

"Hello again, Tubby. How are you doing? "Nothing more escaped my mouth than nonsense again. He laughed mocking me. "You know what? It would be fun if I released you like that. I would let you out and see where you would go. You would be so complicated that you'd return, Tubby, I am sure of that.

Now, let s see how you walk", and with that he quickly untied my right hand and both legs. He helped me sit upright. I watched into his eyes and when I had the right chance I got up and started running! And immedietely fell down. "hahahahahaha" he shouted and continued speaking "Where do you think you are going, piglet? To your previous life?" He helped me stand up again, but I could barely take a few steps.

"I am glad to announce you that the toes' removal has been successful. See, my pretty piglet, when we remove even the big toe, the stability of the person decreases dramatically. Imagine having all of your toes removed, on both feet. Your ability to walk almost disappears. Good pigs do not walk after all, do they, Tubby?" I shook my head. "So now, I can assure you that you will not be able to walk except for a few steps. Now that I explained this to you, piggy, it is time to tell you the code we will have for communicating. It is very simple, even a worthless stupid sow like you can learn it. You are going to snort, once for yes, twice for no. Understood, Tubby?" I snorted once. "Great. Also, many snorts, meaning more than two, means excitement or fear. Since you will rarely feel excitement, if ever, I will be able to intergrate your spasmodic snorts into the context."

He is coming close to me now, and lifts something under the bed. It seems shiny. "This is your collar piggy. It is made out of stainless steel. This collar though is not special for the material it is made of, but for its lock. It has a special lock on it. When I am going to place it and close it on your neck, a tiny piece of metal will break, locking the collar to your neck forever. But that is not just it. It was a special order, and since they do not make collars with no locks, I ordered the hole for the key to be in the inside of it, towards your neck. This way, even if the piece of metal does not break, you will never be able to place a key to open it. But because I like real security, I am also going to pour superglue into the keyhole. Your escape will be eliminated to impossible, Tubby."

He is now telling me to hold the collar into my fingerless hands. It is astonishing. When he first gave it to me, I almost dropped it. It is so heavy, at least 15 pounds. It is also very think, almost 1 inch and not very tall though, just 2 inches. He grabbed the superglue and poured a generous amount into the keyhole. Then he lifted it on my neck. I panicked and started snorting frantically. He laughed as he pinned me down and closed the collar on my neck. I am crying now. I cannot believe that I got so easily eliminated from human to a pet.

He stood up, tied me again, without letting the left hand untied without saying a word. He went by the feeding machine. "I am going to set it a little faster" and with the press of a button my belly began to fill up uncontrolably. "I am going now, sow. You will not see or talk to me again before I see you passing your second stage. Enjoy your continuous stuffing Oh, I forgot to mention, the collar as you might feel is loose. Expect it to slowly tighten up, giving you just enough space in order to take short pathetic breaths. Bye, Tubby."

He left. He also dimmed the light. He hasn t even left and I feel like I am about to burst. I think I should get used to this feeling, as the collar is pretty loose. It can fit half of another neck in there, and if it is made of fat, I guess even more, holding it snuggly. He will try to make me a fat sow. And I have no choice but to watch myself expand like a balloon. To this thought I fell asleep.