Chapter 5 - ch 4 surprising twist

It is now some weeks later. I think.

Or has it been months or even years? I no longer know. And the sad thing is that most of the time, I don't even care. I have been like a man in a deep sleep for much of the time since I came to Circe's cottage, going through the motions of living without thought, without reflection. But right now, I am thinking a lot about my predicament because of the trouble I'm having just sitting up.

I awaken in my huge bed as the mid-morning sun plays across the wall. I feel like I have already eaten today, eaten a huge breakfast while in something of a sleep-state, and I can barely remember eating.

I am trying to sit on the corner of the bed, looking at myself in the mirror. I say "trying to sit" because lately my body has lost almost all muscle tone, and I find myself more comfortable lying on my side with my belly sticking out beside me.

I am practically too heavy to stand upright any more, but I can move around on all fours without too great of discomfort although my belly nearly rubs against the floor. As my belly has grown, my arms and legs have gotten shorter and thicker it seems, so the weight distributes nicely on all my limbs when I crawl to the kitchen for my daily feedings.

That is, when I go to the kitchen. I've taken to eating many of my meals and snacks right here in bed. And now I remember breakfast, its taste still upon my tongue and lips. Earlier today, before sunrise even, Circe stuffed me full of breakfast - an assortment of sweet soft pastries, delicious gravy and biscuits, fried eggs dripping with lard, mouth-watering pancakes with syrup and butter. No wonder I feel so heavy now.

And because of my weight, I'm having trouble sitting up like a man. I grunt and groan and exert my weak soft muscles, but it is no good. Giving up, I sigh deeply. I lie back and take a good look at myself in the mirror now for the first time in a long while. I have already experienced so many of the signs of my metamorphosis that I really don't want to see what is happening to me. I am indeed turning into a pig! No, not a pig so much as a huge hog! I already fill more than half the huge bed - this once-massive bed which seems to grow smaller every day.

When Circe had first said this would happen to me, I thought she meant metaphorically, that I would become a big fat man and pig-like in that way. Like when someone says casually, "I'm making a pig of myself" or "I'm such a pig." But, sadly, that is not the case. And the evidence of my changes is difficult to ignore.

I first check my face and see that my ears have strangely elongated. They are starting to get pointy and to flop over a bit on top. My ears are now on each side of a much wider face than I once had. My chubby cheeks are covered with the chocolate from the éclairs she has been feeding me here in bed. These cheeks are on the verge of becoming hog jowls, sagging with the weight of their own fleshiness.

My ears are more sensitive than they once were. I can hear Circe in the kitchen, singing to herself and opening cabinets and the icebox, getting more chocolate, more sugar, more lard, flour, creams and cheeses. Now I hear her open the oven to check on her latest delectable recipe. I can smell the spicy heavenly food from here, and I notice that my nose is more attuned to smelling than it ever was.

I look at my nose in the mirror now and see how my it has flattened around my nostrils and grown more snout-like. My nostrils flare open a little as I snort loudly in disgust at my reflection. My own animal smell rises up into my nose. Circe keeps me very clean and oiled with fine massage oils, aromas which mix with my own musky body smells to make something she finds mildly intoxicating - full of sex and gluttony and lust.

Or so she says.

My body's pungent but pleasing odor mixes with all the other smells as I continue to sniff for the aroma of delicious cooking. Mmm, that food smells so good. I hear myself grunt in approval, my jowls jiggling as I do so.

I don't know whether to laugh or cry. I look so odd in some ways that I start to chuckle, causing a wave of wobbling across my body. My flabby multiple chins and folds of neck fat start wobbling. And then I stop laughing, feeling the horror of what has become of me. Of what I have become. I am turning into a pig, oh lord.

As if on cue, Circe enters the room, and places her warm naked body behind mine as I pick up her lovely scent. I feel her hands upon me as I continue to assess my appearance. My huge body blocks my view of her in the mirror. I see her fingers coming over the top of me to rub my belly.

"Looking at your handsome figure, big boy?" she whispers into my ear.

I grunt, and my belly growls softly. "I'll have something more for you to eat in a few minutes. I'm learning to make pizzas now. I know you love pizza, don't you?"

Again, I grunt.

I see her smiling face rise above my bulky figure as she sits up and massages my massive body, making me jiggle all over.

"Admiring my handiwork,aren't you? What a beautiful creature you have become, my dear," she says.

I moan at the pleasure of her touch. Then, my eyes move to another place on my body where her massage is making me jiggle.

My pecs practically bounce up and down, no longer smooth and tight and muscular. My little man nipples have grown into large teats topping off mounds of fatness, like huge cherries on top of two extra-large sundaes. You reach around me from the back and lovingly play with my huge flabby man-breasts. "Mmmm, you are delicious, my dear," you whisper.

Delicious! I hardly say that, and I suddenly feel embarrassed at my nakedness. I no longer have shirts or pants which can fit me. I'd been here just a day or two when I inhaled the smell of her delicious pasta too deeply, and a button popped of my shirt, exposing my then-small potbelly.

Over time, Circe sewed me clothes and kept me outfitted as best as she could, so I could pretend that I was still in the world of humanity. Meanwhile, she fattened me into the porcine creature I see before me now. Now, even the biggest sizes of clothes from the online Big and Tall Man Store could not fit onto this body - my body! Hard to believe, this body is my body!

Circe tugs on my love handles and rolls me over so she can massage my back, and I turn my head to continue watching in the mirror. Her hands push against the great rolls of fat I have grown on my shoulders and back. My shoulders, once squared off and so strong, are now huge and round, their softness pushing between her strong skillful fingers.

She puts fragrant jasmine oils onto her hands as she continues down my body, now massaging the huge wad of softness encircling my waist. I groan in pleasure at her touch and close my eyes. She massages me as the aromas of cakes and pizzas mix with the lilac of her perfume and the sweetness of the oil.

I feel her pushing against my food-stuffed body, and something moves within me. A loud burp emits from my mouth, and I grunt softly with satisfaction. I hear Circe sigh with pleasure. I've learned not to say, "Excuse me" when this happens. To her, belching is a compliment to her fine culinary skills.

"You're welcome," I hear Circe say as I open my eyes to see her smiling from the mirror.

(chapter 4 continued)