Chapter 4 - the end

Chad: Every day after that was the same living hell of pleasure and pain. Constantly on the precipice of horrific suffering and excruciating joy. He forced me to grow fatter and fatter. More meals each day, larger portions, huge snacks in between, waking me from a two hour digesting nap to force more fattening ingredients into my endlessly growing body. He knew I loved it and yet I also hated it. I knew that with each drum of gainer shake I would only be weaker and further from escaping this hell, though I couldn't bring myself to even beg him to stop. I wanted everything he was giving me. If I hadn't then I'd have stopped long ago when I outgrew all my clothes. He had trained me to want this. He trained me to crave the feeling of my stomach wildly stretched to accommodate ridiculous amounts of fatty foods. Especially after he started ***ing me during my feedings.

Chad: There was one day, I think it was to celebrate passing 1000lbs, that he forced me to eat from the second I woke until I finally passed out 22 hours later. I slept for three days after that, but I was still being fed by the hose that's always in my throat. Now I'm over one ton of soft blubber for him to grow and play with and ***, I've had a realization. It was really only because he was two hours late for one of my meals when his car broke down coming home. I realized that I'm going to die here. I'll probably be some enormous, well even more enormous, mountain of fat. Remember the summer I got up to 400lbs before you demanded I lose it? Well my belly was huge and hung down heavily, half-way to my knees. My tits now are each bigger than that, they're very soft and sensitive. I can barely see them over my three huge chins that melt into my thick neck roll though. My arms and legs were untied a couple years ago because he knows I can't really use them to get away. Even just typing is nearly impossible. I'm slow and clumsy because my fingers can barely move and my arms are so heavy. My limbs are bloated with pure fat. I don't know that I even have muscle left in my legs. I can't see my arms or legs, but I know they must be giant sacks of blubber connected to my even fatter body. I haven't seen it in so long, though he tells me that my ass is so big and round that it resembles two fat pigs fighting for space at the trough. He said it was a very appropriate description since I'm his pig. Above all else though is my massive belly. It sticks up higher than my tits, so tall that I can't see him at all if he's standing at the end of the bed, even if he holds his hands up in the air. I can feel its gigantic weight pressing down on my legs, covering them completely in its soft warmth. Naturally my cock has been buried beyond even his reach for well over a year. He is kind enough to slosh my belly when I've just had one of my 8 monstrous meals, which will always make me cum hard into all my blubber.

Matt: Dude...what the ***...

Matt: That's just...

Matt: I mean, how can....

Chad: SHIT!

Chad: He's been

Chad: Logged out

Matt: Chad?

Matt: Oh, ***. I'm gonna leave my messenger open at work and here at home at all times. If you get this, tell me where you are and I swear I'll be there with the cops to save you.

Matt: I'm so sorry, Chad.
-----1 day later-----

Matt: Chad, man, are you ok?

Matt: Please answer as soon as you're on.
-----3 days later-----

Matt: Come on man!

Matt: I can't help if you don't tell me where you are or something!
-----2 hours later-----

Matt: Please, be ok, Chad.
-----2 weeks later-----

Chad: Are you still there, Matt?

Matt: ***! I'M SO HAPPY TO HEAR FROM YOU!!!

Matt: What happened!?

Chad: Well it was feeding time. Found the laptop.

Matt: How did you get out of it? Are you ok?

Chad: Hahahahaha.

Matt: ??

Matt: What's so funny? What was this all a joke?

Chad: Oh, no. Every word was true. I read through the entire conversation. Every detail is exactly as it happened.

Chad: What's funny is that my piggy was very naughty for trying to contact someone.

Matt: Oh, shit...

Chad: Yes. Piggy is a bit pre-occupied at the moment. See it has an already packed full belly to stretch and force to grow fatter. You'd be surprised how effective a bit of psychology and patience can be on the mind of an already exhausted and weak boy. Hell you can take a perfectly normal chubby boy and grow him into a proper pig. 2493lbs of blubber with thoughts only consisting of eating and being ***ed.

Matt: WHAT THE *** IS WRONG WITH YOU!

Matt: YOU'RE A SICK BASTARD AND I SWEAR I'M GOING TO HAVE THE COPS FIND YOU AND MAKE SURE YOU GET THE DEATH PENALTY FOR WHAT YOU'VE DONE!!!

Chad: Hmm. Big talk for such a little guy. I think if you're going to talk so big, we should make you into a big guy too. Don't worry, soon you'll love it just as much as my beautiful piggy does. I'll make sure of it.

Matt: *** YOU! YOU FREAK!

Chad: Haha. Ever been chloroformed? It's an unpleasant experience. Say good night....pig boy.