Chapter 2 - of mice and men

In the midst of the ecstasy of eating, you open your eyes to look at your naked fat body in the mirror again. "I think I'm a pear-shaped," you say, struggling to turn over so you can see your fattened bottom. "Ugh, even my ass has gotten so fat."

I quickly reassure you. Women - and even some men -- love men with big rears. Come on, Big Boy, finish the lasagna, and I'll give you a big surprise.

You listen and obey, as I scrape the last bites onto your fork. You eat them carefully but quickly, not letting one calorie escape its destination between those plump lips.

You relax now, your belly full and domelike now, like a mound of blubber growing toward the ceiling. I rub it slowly and senuously as you say, "I can't believe I ate it all. Burp. I'm a big glutton, ugh."

And I will be a glutton for you, my piggy boy. I can't get enough of you. Don't worry about a thing, just listen to me.

The cake's sugar and lasagna carbs hit your body with a surge, and the chocolate heightens your mood, making you feel full but also very happy with yourself. Who isn't happy when they eat chocolate?

You're getting bigger all over, very nice. I whisper false flatteries to you. Good strong thick thighs, beautiful bulging belly, sexy love handles. You look fantastic. Now, I want you to keep eating for me, Piglet.

You eyes are alarmed. "I can't hold any more."

Oh, yes, you can, Piglet. For me, you can. I caress your love handles, a wicked smile tracing its way across my lips. You like this feeling so much, this full-full feeling. You like what all this gluttony is doing to your body, you like it too much to ever stop.

This is your greatest desire, is it not - to just let a sexy woman stuff you and fatten you up and *** your brains out? You know it is, don't you?

Ahh, gluttony is the funnest of all the deadly sins. Wouldn't you agree, sweet Piglet. You, like most humans, are programmed biologically for gluttony. Combine gluttony with lust, and you have an unbeatable combination - just enough to drag your fat carcass to the evil side of life. Food and sex - men like you can't get enough.

But we haven't even mentioned your deepest and darkest fantasy yet, have we, Piglet? I planted that fantasy in your brain just a few months ago, as you watched your belly bulging outward and the numbers on the scale start to climb.

Yours is the ultimate fantasy for a man experiencing the pleasures of eating and the pleasures of sex - what I like to call the twin pleasures of the flesh. Your brain is hardwired for such pleasures.

Psychology researchers will tell you that a lab mouse will literally eat itself to death if given the right kind of reward - a sexual orgasm after filling its belly. And this is what I have been doing to you - conditioning you for tonight and the moment of your greatest pleasure.

It's a rather simple experiment actually. Slice into the mouse's brain and attach stimulating electrodes to the greatest pleasure centers - where the experience of food and sexual pleasures can be found.

Then, feed the mouse. Once the mouse has eaten a little bit of food, send forth the stimulating shock, so he experiences the immense enjoyment of an orgasm.

This was easy with you. I did not have to cut into your brain, just send some naughty thoughts into your mind. You remember. You started masturbating every time you filled your belly.

"Oh no, oh no, oh no," you groan. I love your protests. How often I've made you play with your belly, you flabby breasts and your hard throbbing manhood. Finally, the stimulation of food brings you such desire, so much horniness.

With the lab mouse, researchers repeat the stimulation, rewarding the creature with sexual pleasures each time it eats more and more and more, training it to overeat.

At this point, the mouse will quickly grow very fat, very fast. He will live only for that moment of fullness, when his belly is stretched to the max. He will become lazy and sedentary. His only reason to live will be for pleasure.

Sound familiar, PIglet?

Some say treating a mouse in such a way is cruel. But that's not the proper perspective. Compare the mouse's immense treasure of joy to that of a common mouse, scared and scurrying about, scrounging to find food and survive predators.

Fattening up a mouse in this fashion is not cruel at all. This research is kind and loving. The experiment permits the researcher to fatten the rat to three or four times its normal size. Eventually, the rat's belly grows so huge that its feet can barely touch the ground.

Eventually, some of the mice eat so much at one time that their bellies explode inside of themselves, and they die quickly of their own gluttony. Others succumb to heart attacks or go into diabetic comas, never to awaken again.

Even when the mouse can barely move, it still finds great pleasure from overeating and feeling that wondrous surge of sensuality tingle through its bloated body. Oh, to live the life of that mouse! How wondrous that must be!

Don't you agree, Piglet?

"No, no, no," you moan, recognizing what I have done to you, seeing your fate clearly now.

What joy and wonder the mouse must feel, even the deliciousness of that fatal final bite!

You shake your head violently.

You know that mouse's joy, don't you, Piglet? At my suggestions planted in your brain, you've jerked off repeatedly as you've filled your belly again and again and again. You couldn't stop as you outgrew your clothes. You couldn't stop as you gained weight, as your hips spread, as your chest softened, as your belly bulged and your love handles appeared.

And you can't stop now. It's just too pleasurable, too satisfying, to ever quit.

But all good things must come to an end sometimes in the lives of mice and men alike.

A butterscotch cream pie appears, and I spoon a bit toward your face. A little more food won't hurt you one bit. I push you on. You're not even clinically obese yet. You're practically skin and bones. You know you enjoy this food, and how fat you are growing, so why not give in to your desires?

As an answer to this question, you wiggle in sensual ecstasy atop my bed, your eyes closed now as you envision yourself losing all control, eating like a pig, and getting even bigger and softer and flabbier. Your mouth opens each time I touch the spoon to your lips.

I untie your arms, and your hands reach for your love handles, the feel of that flab pushing between your fingers makes you tingle just below your growing belly.

Ahhhh, you love those love handles. Let's make them bigger, Piglet. I quickly feed you the rest of the pie, and your belly seemingly bulges even more. I untie your legs now to free you.

You get up as in a trance, go to the kitchen and return with a huge bag of chocolate cookies. So easily influenced, chocoholics like you are just so easy to fatten up.

Spoil yourself, and love yourself so much that it really shows, my sweet Piglet. I am laughing my devilish laugh now, its wickedness bouncing off the walls. A succubus knows such joy at a moment like this.

You take two cookies at a time, cram them into your mouth, chew quickly, swallow them, then your fingers are back in the bag for more. They are so delicious, and this eating is so deliciously sinful, you can't stop yourself.

You look down at your belly as you eat.

Imagine, plump Piglet, what those cookies are doing to your belly - making it more blubbery, more sensitive to your touch.

And my touch. I graze my fingernails against your flab.

"Mmmmm," you groan.

You really should eat all the cookies in the bag. If a few taste good, imagine how much you'll love the whole package. It will help you get bigger and more luscious, Piglet.

Again you moan. You like being called a pig. It is no insult to your greedy, gluttonous mind.

Go ahead, deary. Be bad Be greedy. Be decadent.

More moaning as you continue to stuff yourself.

And be naughty, haha, how naughty it is to eat and grow so fat. This is not what good boys do at all, piggy.

You make a grunting sound, then start to oink like a pig. "Oink, oink, oink," you say to yourself. You lie back on the pillows and look up in the mirror, watching yourself eat, watching how your bulging belly shake as you laugh at your oinking piggish sounds.

Such a hungry little pig, but not 'little' for long, eh? That you love to eat is showing. Your gluttony will become more apparent in the next few weeks - if you live that long. You have just now started down the path to obesity, Piglet, toward obesity and the end. How does it feel?

"Oink, oink, oink," you chuckle sensuously as I rub your bloated belly, so hard and packed full.

Soon, Piglet, you will be able to eat more than you ever have. If you think you are a piggy now, just wait. Soon, you will have a hog-sized appetite. Think how you will look at 250 pounds - at 300 - at 500 pounds, a quarter-ton!

The notion sends you into a manic ecstasy. You eat quicker and quicker, grunting, moaning, groaning and occasionally making an "oink" sound followed by a deep throaty sensuous chuckle.

Go ahead, hungry fatso. Stuff those cookies into your mouth.

You smile at your reflection.

You have already outgrown your clothes. No more fitted suits or bike shorts for you, Piglet! For the rest of your shortened life, you will live in sweatpants and food-stained XXL tshirts.

Just the thought of that makes you moan again, "Mmmmm." You can scarcely believe you are getting so turned on by simply thinking about outgrowing your clothes.

Let those calories pile up on your middle, your belly will grow more fat rolls, eventually becoming one huge delicious ball of fat.

"I can't believe how good this feels!" you sputter with your mouth full. You rub your belly with one hand as you stuff yourself with the other, your eyes watching your bod