Chapter 6 - ch 4 surprising twist contd

Watching her smooth beautiful face, I see how totally she has charmed me, bewitching me into the shape I'm now in - a mass of fat something between man and pig. I am afraid to ask it, but I do -- the question that's been on my mind for days now. I shudder a little at the thought of asking it, sending ripples along my flesh. I grunt and groan the words in a deep tone which sounds nothing like my voice.

"How big are you going to make me, Circe?"

"Well, that's up to you, darling, isn't it? You are in control of that. It's your choice."

She smiles sweetly at me from the mirror, her eyes flashing a little devilish look at me. I watch her hands once again upon my ballooning buttocks, rubbing them down. "How big would you like to be, my lard-filled lover?"

I ponder her question, and suddenly, I feel like getting up and running away from her, from this cottage, from this gluttonous life which has doomed me to a fat-filled future. As if running were still something I could do. I start to open my mouth, uncertain what to say. Just then, my belly grumbles loudly even though it's padded by the huge mattress and all my fat.

"I guess that's your answer, isn't it?" she says, smiling sweetly. "You're going to keep eating and growing for me. I am so delighted. Thank you, lover. I don't want you to ever stop."

I close my eyes again, feeling the sting of tears gathering behind my eyeballs, knowing there is no escaping her perverse desires - or my own.

I feel her hands floating lightly across my flab and down my short thick soft thighs, rubbing the insides of them deeply and sensuously. Circe reaches up between my thighs and touches me in all kinds of pleasurable places. I cannot help but groan and let out soft mewling squeals of erotic joys, even as I feel like screaming and crying out to her to let me go.

I relax, however, and try to breathe deeply. I know it would do no good to argue with her. Her will is more powerful than mine. I let the tension wash away. I might as well get some pleasure from her touch. Again, the massage feels right to me, as her hands drift back to the top of my buttocks, right below my back at the upper part of my crack.

I open my eyes to see her massaging me deeply there where fat has dimpled across my back. I feel a tingling beneath her fingertips and I hear Circe gasp aloud. "Oh my," she says excitedly, not to me but to herself, in a lusty tone.

I feel something growing there beneath her touch, not fat but something soft and -

She interrupts my thoughts with her touch, stroking me now, pulling upon a curly tail which has sprung forth from the fat upon my bottom. A tail! I have a tail! My heart starts pounding wildly, and I open my mouth to scream, but no sound comes out.

I see the horror on my face and watch the pleasure on hers. She seems mesmerized by how springy and soft this new appendage - a curly pig's tail -- is to her touch.

I suddenly feel very tired. My horror drifts to pleasure as I feel her pulling softly on my tail and then kissing it with her moist lips. I close my eyes and drift into a deep sleep, during which I know she will feed me pizzas and cakes. It is her desire to feed, and my desire to eat.