Chapter 4 - the reason

I don't know how obese He has made me. I know almost nothing of His reasons, His way of thinking, His motives. I have started to ignore things for even myself. I no longer feel the will to talk humanly. There's no reason for it. There is no one here, and even if He was, He wouldn't care about my words, even if I could still utter them.

Though I've learnt to igonore some thing, I've learnt to observe and be thankful for the little ones. I can't see myself. I can't even feel it completely. But with my ability to touch, whatever is left from it, anyway, I know that I must be huge. I'm feeling myself every day. I stroke my huge belly, which touches the floor as I kneel, in order to ease the perpetual stuffing pain. I can't describe you the feeling of how it is ballooning every day, minute by minute. I'm laying on my back in order to sleep every night -or day? I can't be sure- and I can feel it spreading on the cold concrete, chilling my whole body and soul. At first I used to hate it. But in the state I am now, I feel it almost arousing. It's almost the only stimulation I have, after all.

There is no question if I can pass through the tiny door, or if I will ever be able to. My belly is almost 4 times its width. My Master comes every week to change the water I use to wash myself. He hasn't touched me though since the first day he put me in here. He doesn't even talk to me, for God's shake. I try to get close to Him each time He enters. I need His attention, I need His stimulation. I try to rub myself on His boots. He, on the other hand, just changes the bucket, kicks me to let Him alone, laughs and leaves.

I just need Him. I know that he's a sadistic monster, I know that He has put me in here despite of my will. But I feel the need to have company. Even His company. I need Him to talk to me, even if that means that He will just make fun of me. I need Him to touch my clitoris, to make me cum. I know the situation is tragic. But I just can't keep myself from thinking that I have to orgasm.

Since the day He made me edge, I can't stop thinking about it. I try desperately to touch my clit. I have even tried to use my belly to touch it, but it was a failed experiment. I have tried to rub it on the floor, but still, my big belly and thighs made it impossible. I have never been so aroused in my life without any stimulation at all. I have noticed that when I am extremely stuffed, and this is an almost perpetual feeling, and especially when I am stuffed to the point of immobility, when I can't even move my arms from the pain and pressure, I get so turned on. I get turned on so mush I think that even if he came and just touched me I would climax right in front of Him while He would laugh and make degrading comments.

My arousal has become inseperable with being extremely stuffed, desperate and almost immobile. I get to the point where I can't think of anything else but my arousal. Where I don't care that I can't feel, talk, touch or see. I just close my eyes, squeal and snort, and try to roll over, in order to make one last attempt to touch myself, even if I know there is no way. I haven't come since 10 weeks, anyway. This is how many times He has come to change the water.

I think I don't have to comment about the littebox and what I am supposed to do with it. It's been almost 3 months since I have been using it and i still feel completely humiliated about it, and I think I will always feel this way.

But where is He now? I am letting my tears flow down my cheeks, like waterfalls. I miss Him. I know, it sounds crazy, but I do. My belly is stuffed beyond every imagination. This immobility feeling has kicked in again. Oh my God.. I think I am hearing Him, I think I am hearing His strong footsteps getting louder and louder... And here are the door noises. It scratches the concrete floor.

He's coming in. I really hope He will make me climax. I really do. If You asked what I prefer now, to get to orgasm here from now on while always stuffed or become thin again and leave this place, I think I would be in a huge dilemma and probably choose the first option.

I'm looking at Him-as well as I can look and see, anyway-as He is changing the water of the bucket. I wish I could move towards Him, but I'm way too stuffed, and the iron ball is too heavy. So I am just laying on my back, breathing heavily and stroking my ballooned belly, while a huge paddle has formed under my thighs from my juices. I'm feeling way too sleepy, too.

But wait. He changed the bucket, but He is not leaving. Oh my God, he is coming towards me. Please look at me, Master, please notice me, please touch me, I need You, I'm saying to myself trying to move as much as I can, even if this is an awfully hurtful action. I'm squealing and oinking in a begging manner. I'm trying to make sexual moves with my obese-close to actual immobility-body.

And He's noticing me, I know, and starts speaking to me as He is putting His hand on my belly. "Look what a nice sow you are, my little Tubby. Look how obediently you are squealing, how wonderfully your once tight body has enormously expanded. I'm so proud of you. I have installed a camera into this concrete basement you are in. I have seen how yous belly touches the ground as you crawl, always slowly, as you carry this permanent huge iron ball. I love seeing you struggle, my Tubby. I simply love it. My efforts are rewarded every time I see your hideous body jingle with every tiny movement you make. And your udders? Oh, it's hard to unsee them. They have become so huge and saggy, they rest on your belly so nicely. I am sure they are putting a lot of pressure when you are already stuffed. I love the way they spread, one tit facing the west and the other the east, as you lay on your back.

I just can't stop looking at this disgusting body. I have done such a good job ruining every inch of you and I am so proud of my successful experiment. I can see how you are hoplessly wet all the time and you have tried a million ways to touch your piggy self in a sexual manner. I love the way your huge thighs shine covered in your thick juices. Oh, you are so desperate to cum, I know, my little butterball. If only you could regain your vision for a few minutes, I would show you ypurself in a full length mirror, and watch you get super humiliated and turned on at the same time. Oh, Tubby, I am so happy I destroyed you almost completely. And you have so many feelings right now, your tears are flowing. And still, you can't utter a thing, can you?"

I squealed and oinked and snorted many times while I cried. But still, I love it when He taks to me, even in this humiliating and degrading manner. I love it and hate myself for it. But still, what can I do? He is the only person I will ever see again. Why is He doing all of this? He just wants to see me suffer? Like He read, He started talking to me again.

"Let's continue, though, my wet pet. I'm going to start explaining from the little things, and I hope you will follow my thought and you won't get lost in your greedy dirty little-minded ones. First of all, as you see, you find yourself perpetually aroused, especially when you are stuffed to immobility. Well, I've put in your food hormones, which accelerate your arousal. The thing is, though, I've stopped putting them in your food for about a month. Your body now has accepted that the belly stuffing is a part pf your sexuality, and gets aroused every single time you are full.

In the food also I have put hormones to induce you slowly to breast lactation. In a few weeks your udders are going to be filled with milk, which is going to be pumped with a machine and cups. Don't have hopes for cumming though, Tubby. The cups are going to perpanently arranged to your udders in a painful way, plus they will pump so lightly and continually that they will only arouse you more, leaving you unable to cum. Of course, the milk is going to be sold to many wealthy people around the country. In this way I can pay your food expenses.

Now, I'll tell you my final-for now-plans for you. As you can see, fat pigs are not to be sexually attractive, at least to me. I have a hot girlfriend to make love to and love. Pigs like you are meant to entertain. You see and feel that your belly has gotten huge. I love it. I love laughing at it while you sob and squeal.I love your suffering. I love that you know that now you are so ruined that nobody could love you, nobody would *** you even if you paid him. And you know what? I know that you secretely like that, you love the way I made your body and how awanted you became. But let's face it. You are an ugly sow. Your third chin is on its way to dangle.

I'm not sexually attracted to you, neither to your body and fat. I'm attracted to your suffering. To this, silent suffering. To this soul that's imprisoned in its own body, a body full of lard. I dream about making you so huge, I dream about making you immobile. How experimentally awesome would that be? Oh no, I don't care if you die early. I'm the Master of your pity life and you have dedicated yourself to me. If it makes me happy to see you suffer, you will suffer just to please me. You exist to please me, and please me to exist.

I'm going to use your belly to have sex, Tubby, I am going to *** your belly button so deep, you will feel like I am ripping apart your belly. And I'm going to do it soon. You're almost there, your belly is almost huge enough for my cock. I know you really need to medidate, I know. I'm going to leave you now, my sow, but first, one thing;"

He is going by the feeding machine and is pressing some buttons. What is he doin...OH MY GOD. I am snorting like I have never before. The rate of the feeding has increased. "Don't worry, it's a smart feeding machine. I will stop when you are trully full." He is rolling my wet body over and make me lay on my belly. The pain is unbearable. He's away now. If only I could touch