Chapter 3 - the next stage

The time passed is unable to be told. I have slept and woken up to he now familiar belly stuffing. Even if it is a familiar feeling, though, it still remains unbearable. Sometimes, well, most of the times, I feel that the slightest movement I make will result in bursting. I am afraid to even try to move, so I am just tryng to sit in silence and hope the machine will stop pumping so quickly. When my tummy is not unbearably stuffed, I try to move my legs, and day by day I can feel them becoming heavier and lazier. and fatter, of course. the last couple of times that I tried to lift them up, I felt my whole body jiggling.

The thing that embarasses me the most, though, is that i cannot help myself from feeling turned on by my helplessness. By my growing body, by knowing that i will never be able to even stand on my feet, and that my future is completely out of my hand. i am just praying that he will come to see how I'm doing, to get through this stage quickly, hoping that the things He has in store for me will be less brutal.

I have to admit though, that I became quitely soon accustumed to the changes he has so far made to me. I believe the time I had to sit alone, meditate and accept it was more than enough. But wait... I think I'm hearing something. Yes, it's true! I can finally hear Master's steps again! I can hear Him coming. I am in need to hear Him speaking to me, to hear something except the pumping of the feeding machine. The door is opening, I feel so happy! I am starting to snort frantically, unable to hide my happiness as i see his figure entering the room. I accepted that I won't be able to talk again; there is nothing I can do about it. I am just thankful I am still able to hear and understand, I am happy that he will take care of me, as I obviously can no longer take care of myself.

I can sense Him getting ready to talk to me. But before that he is starting to inspect my belly. I feel so embarassed. He is inspecting it like I am some kind of soulless creature. I want to shout "I am not an animal... Under all this fat that You improsoned me I am still me, I am still myself, I am a human." But unfortunately, nothing more comes out of my mouth than nonsense resembling squeals. I find myself snorting, too. he presses my belly quite violently, and firm, as my belly is, results in terrible pain, for which I am trying to complain by sqealing even more.

He then presses a button on the machine and the pumping becomes more aggressive. "Today is the day, Tubby, the day that we will see if you are able to continue your beacoming into a sow. I see that you have accepted your new way of life, and to tell you the truth, I am very happy about it. Expect me though not to be relenting, but indeed strict and at the same time caring. I will proceed into untying your hands, and I would like you to obay my every order, or the consequances will be pretty serious for you."

After fonoshing His phrase, He did as He told He would. He took my fingerless hands into His and untied me. Then He gave me a gentle stroke on my forhead, while I tried to observe His face, as much as I could with my blurry vision. "Now the crucial part, Tubby. I want you to take yor left hand and start rubbing yor clitoris." I am sure my face turned red because of my embarassment, but I obayed Him, not wanting to get myself into punishment. I tried to reach for my clitoris.

To my astonishment and further embarassment, I could not reach it. I tried as hard as I could, but still, i could not reach it. I expected him to get angry, but instead he instructed me with a gentle voice to try to reach it using my right hand. I did as best as I could, but the result was the same. I started crying and squealing as I realized that i could not even take care of cumming, a biological first and foremost, need.

He, on the other hand, started smiling and laughing out loud. "I am glad to inform you that you are ready to proceed to the next stage of your tranformation, Tubby. I will come back shortly in order to transport you to a special room I have made for you. The bad news is that it will be very difficult for you to adjust to your new life, the good news is that you will not get your limbs tied, ever egain, when you get in that room."

With that he left the room and I am just here waiting for Him, hoping that he will come back quickly. And here he is, again, but He is bringing something with Him, too. He informed me that He brought a chair with Him. He helped me stand up. It was unsuccessful. I almost immediately dropped to my knees, feeling for the first time how heavy I have become. He let a sadistic laughter escape through His lips, as He sat me to the chair and quickly strapped my limbs, making me immobile.

Strangely, I felt Him starting smearing hot wax all over my body, including my private parts. The process of my body hair removal was long and very painful. As I felt the last hair coming out of my body, I got so happy and relieved. But he didn't untie me, to my surprise. Soon I heard scissors. "oh, no!" I thought to myself, "He is going to cut my hair" and instantly I started snorting and squealing. He just laughed and despite my frantic movements, he managed to cut my hair pretty short, as he told me, in order to make my fat face look even uglier. I just cried silently, and my cries were uncompanied by His laughter and words: "I am so happy my Tubby that you entertain me with your misery".

"But now, let me lead you to your room." He untied me and helped me stand up. Before my knees folded, He grabbed me from my stainless steel collar and started dragging me. I was so confused. I was also very dizzy. With wih right arm He was drugging me, His sow, and with the other hand he was dragging my feeding machine. I thought to myself that he must be very strong, so I'd better obey Him.

Some time of dizziness and disorientation have passed, as he started dragging me down the stairs. I saw my huge thighs jiggling stair my stair and i felt my astonishingly huge belly hurt terribly, too. Suddenly, everything stopped and He dropped my to the ground. "That's it, Tubby. Time for you to enter your room. You will never be able to see the sun again, or feel the sweet summer breezes on your cheeks. This is permanent, Tubby. I want you to tank you for giving your existence to my hands. but enough talking, let's get you there. i want you to crawl into this door and get into the room. Leave the rest to me."

I did as instructed and let a tear crawl down my cheek, too as I was crawling with my heavy jiggling body through the door. He followed me, dragging my feeding machine inside. I also found out that the tube attached to eat is pretty long and adjustable. The first thought that came into my mind as I walked inside, was that the room was very cold. It was also very dimmed lit, and made out of pure concrete. There was only a little bucket full of water, with which I would clean myself, as He told me, and is to be renewed once per week. "Pigs are filthy", He said while laughing. He also led me to a big litterbox, where I was instructed to relieve myself. I cried to even the thought of it.

"But that's not just it;" He told as he lifted a huge iron ball and a chain atteched to it. "Remember the locking mechanism of your collar, Tubby? Tthe mechanism of this chain attathed to the iron ball is completely the same." After these words the procedure that follwed was exactly the same with the attaching of my collar, except thid time, the shackle was locked on my leg. The ball is so heavy. It takes quite a while for me to get to the place I want now.

He is now telling me that He is going to leave me alone and He will come back when he feels like it. He will leave me to sink deep into my thoughts of helplessness. "But there is one last thing. I am going to build up the door you came through, leaving just a tiny space from which I will be able to enter. You simply won't fit." My tears run down like waterfalls as I understood that I would never leave this place. He led me by the collar to the furthest corner away from the door, and He started taking heavy bricks and liquid concrete, and started building up the door opening. I tried to hurry up and get close to Him, to beg Him, to even kiss and lick His boots in order to change His mind, but the iron ball was amazingly heavy, and His building was really quick.

As soon as I got there He was done, He had even attached a heavy steel solid door to the opening. Unrelenting, He led me again to the center or the room and made me lay down, on my back. I felt my big belly spreading on the concrete and becoming cold. To my surprise, He started stroking my clitoris with smooth movements. I started snorting lightly and squealing in a begging manner, in return. I felt myself edging, and at the time I was about to cum, He took His hand away.

"I am going to leave you now, Tubby. You may use your litterbox to stroke your pussy. I am pretty sure you have so many questions. Why am I doing this to you, what am I planning for you, why I put you in this basement... You will soon find out. You will find out when I'll come back in order to use you my little piggy. Bye, Tubby."

He crawled out of the door and locked it. I tried to see if I fit throuth the opening, but there would be no way. I am way too big for that. I cannot stop thinking of my hotness, though, and for now cumming is all I am asking for. As my tries to reach my private parts with my hands have been unsuccessful, I am doing as instructed and slowly crawl to the litterbox, even though I know I will not be able to cum while using it.

With the thought of my image naked, and humping the sand of my litterbox, while not knowing yet His final plans for me, I fall asleep on the sand.