Chapter 2

It seemed like all the fat was going straight to his hips and ass. They had doubled in size, giving him a nice gamer butt. His hips looked 3 inches bigger and his legs touched. They were covered in cellulite and looked like cottage cheese. His butt cheeks had cellulite and a few pimples. They also looked deflated. “You have outgrown plenty of clothes for sure! I wonder which ones are the tightest…” I started to look at his clean clothes and made him wear several outfits until I found the thong for his cowboy costume. “Why do you keep this? I wonder whether you can still use it. Pig, put this on,” I ordered, and gave him the thong. He started to pull it out but stopped at his thighs - it looked like it wasn’t going to make it. “Maybe if we put some cream on you, Pig… wait here and don’t take them off!” I went to his bathroom and found a cream that was for losing weight. “Wow, he’s still trying…” I took it and put a lot of it on his thighs and then ordered him to pull them harder. They fitted! They looked horribly tight and I could see that his penis was cramped too. “I’m going to make him suffer a little. Let’s find some jeans…” All the jeans fitted well enough, but I found a pair that looked very snug on his ass, making it look bigger. “This one will do it. And for the t-shirt, I’ve brought you something special.” I had brought a medium pink t-shirt with the face of a pig saying ‘oink oink’. “Ok pig, now you’re going to undress and put on these clothes. You’ll look for another pair of underwear but find none but you will be too embarrassed to ask me for them. You’ll put these jeans on, feeling ashamed for how tight they are. And you will wear this pink t-shirt as a favor for me.” I took the rest of his underwear and waited for him to get undressed, stepping outside of the bedroom. I closed the door and said, “You’re filling out nicely pig…” I waited a second “Dante? Are you in there?” He went to the door and put on it to avoid me to enter “Yeah, yeah, don’t come in,” he said. “I asked you if you would wear the pink t-shirt that I bought you? “ He looked at the bed and said “Yes, sure, just don’t come in” I started to walk back to the kitchen “Okay. Well hurry up, dinner is ready!”

He sighed with relief when he finally heard me leave and went back to look for clothes. “Let’s see. Where are my boxers?” When he realized that the thong was the only thing he could wear, he stared to worry. “Maybe she forgot to bring the boxers from her house… but I don’t want her to know that I don’t have any other clean underwear! I’ll have to try the thong on… but I don’t think it will fit, I’m too fat.” He realized what he had just said. “NO! I’m not too fat, I haven’t outgrown it. I’m going to wear it.” Again, he tried it on but it stopped on his thighs. “Oh come on! Move! Maybe if I put on some of that cream I bought last week, I can make them fit…” And again he rubbed cream onto his thighs and pulled the thong up. It felt uncomfortably tight. “Ugh. I know it will fit. Ugh… but it’s a bit tight. I just have to try not to eat too much.” He then took the jeans and put them on. “I don’t think this was a good idea. These make my ass look bigger. And you can tell that I’m wearing a thong. Ugh. Well I guess I’m going to have to face her… ” His belly was hanging from the waistband of the jeans and looked very rounded. This made him feel bad and he looked for the t-shirt to cover himself. “Pink? And with a pig on it?! This is perfect, just perfect. Wait a second. This is a medium size and I’m large. But I don’t want her to know that. I’ll wear it, maybe it won’t look so snug.” He pulled it over his head and the neck gave a nice pink frame to his double chin. His arms almost ripped it and he had a rough time trying to pull it down to cover his belly. The pig face was stretched and deformed. It was placed between his moobs. It didn’t go all the way down and you could see his belly hanging out of the jeans. When he saw himself in the mirror he couldn’t believe how fat he had become. He felt humiliated. He had lost his great body and now he saw a fat disgusting man wearing clothes too small for him. This depressed him but because of the orders that I had given him, he decided to wear them anyway. He went downstairs to the kitchen. I was already sitting facing the door so when I saw him enter I started to laugh. “I guess I bought the wrong size ahahaha, but the color and the logo fits you perfectly.” He looked down and tried to pull his shirt down more, his face red and angry. “Shut up Natalie… is the food ready?” He sat down and tried to fix his jeans and thong. I put the salad and cream in front of him. “I’m sorry Dante, I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. But that’s what you get for not doing any exercise.” I placed a hand on his shoulder. “I do exercise! Just not as often as before” he said starting to eat. “Yeah, like once a month.” I sat down to eat.

We didn’t talk much. When we were finished I put the dishes in the sink and brought out the salmon and the steak. “Why aren’t you eating steak?” he asked me. “Well because I’m on a diet, that’s why,” I said, and began to eat without looking at him. He felt fatter for eating his big steak rather than my small and healthy salmon, but forgot about that the moment he started to eat. When he was finished I could see that he was sweating a little. “Dante? Is everything ok?” I asked him. “Yeah, fine. What’s for dessert?” I could see that the jeans and the thong were making him feel uncomfortable. “If she’s on a diet then she won’t eat dessert and I’ll have an opportunity to leave so she won’t see my jeans. God, this is torture.” He thought. “I’ll be right back with it, but if you ask me, you can skip dessert.” I left with our dishes and came back with a small slice of pie for me and a big one with a big scoop of ice cream for him. “Here you are, enjoy.” I sat back and looked at him. He looked confused and scared. “Y-You’re g-going to have d-dessert too? I thought that you were on a diet?” he asked me. “Oh yes, I am. But I couldn’t help it, it look so tasty!” I said and started to eat. He was truly worried now. “I’ll have to eat this and tolerate the pain a little longer…” He ate slowly, hoping that when I finished I’d leave but even when I finished before him I stayed there. When he couldn’t take it anymore he decided he didn’t care if I saw him. “Well I’m finished, I’ll go back to my room now,” he was about to get up when I said “You sure that you’re full? There is more pie in the freezer if you want. You look hungry, hog.” He stopped moving and stared at me wide-eyed. “Tell me pig, how is your thong, does it feel tight? Tell me how tight it is.” He answered “It feels very tight. It’s hurting me. I want to take it off. And the jeans too.” I laughed. “Well then you’ll have to eat until you’ve broken that button. When you leave the trance you’ll feel a terrible hunger and you’ll ask me for the rest of the dessert. It won’t stop until your jeans pop. And you’ll keep eating no matter how tight your thong or jeans get. Understand?” “Yes.” I smiled in anticipation. “Ok pig, let’s go. You’re filling out nicely, pig.”