chapter 5 escape

And so it has come down to this single scary fact:

I really am turning into a pig!

The day she discovers that I had grown a curly tail, Circe the witch stuffs and pleasures me more than ever. "I am very excited by your progress," she whispers into my ear as I breath heavily, spent beneath her.

It does not feel like progress to me, but I don't' dare tell her that. It feels like my humanity is slipping away, that I am de-evolving into a brute and mindless beast. I cannot recall the last time I even left the bedroom. I feel like I am a prisoner of Circe's desires, unable to escape what is happening to me.

It is dark now, and she is out of the room. Maybe if I run away, if I can get back to my home, I will totally change back into the slender strong man I once was instead of the flabby huge pig-man I have become.

I try to think of "home" and I draw a blank. Surely, I had a home. I vaguely remember a farm and a girl I was involved with romantically, uh, Mary, that was her name. Or was it Margaret? Oh, if she were to see me now, what would she think!

And I worked on a farm, my farm. And I was strong and muscular; no woman could stop me from doing whatever I wanted to do. I think of Mary or Margaret or what was her name anyway? How did I treat her? I treated her well, didn't I? Did I cause her pain? Is this my punishment?

My thoughts shift as I move slowly from the big bed, hunched over from the weight of my belly dragging me toward the wood floor. I waddle across the room, and as I approach the door, I can no longer keep myself standing upright. I begin to crawl on all fours.

I hear the banging of pots and pans and spoons down the hallway in the kitchen. I try to move more quickly, but I find myself slowed down by the sheer weight of my bulk - and the pain from being stuffed without mercy.

The delicious aromas from the kitchen tempt me mightily, but if I am to escape, this might be my last chance.

I approach the door, but suddenly realize that I cannot fit through so easily now because I have grown so wide. I can't believe I am so big now, my love handles graze the door as I wobble through it, my thick skin picking up small splinters from the wood facing as I pull myself through using my bulk and weight.

I hear Circe behind me now, laughing at me. I try to run, but I am not very agile or quick. I wobble and waddle away from her laughing voice.

"Awww, how cute. I love how fat, slow and lazy you have become." Her teasing words taunt me from behind as I try to trot toward the outside door.

Just moving this little bit is a great effort for me, and I am breathing with some difficulty.

"Don't leave," she says tauntingly. "I want to feed you even more now that you have such a cute piggy tail." I feel her pulling gently on my curly tail as I head for the outside door.

"Haven't you made me fat enough?" I grunt. "I can barely stand up now or even walk, let alone run. Let me leave please." I am breathing with difficulty. The floorboards creak beneath my weight. The sound taunts me for being so foolish to have fallen under Circe's spell.

Circe lets go of my tail, then gives me a gentle slap across my ripened round bottom.

"I am leaving you," I snort, humiliated but also a little turned on at the notion of her spanking me. "You cannot stop me."

"Leave? You want to leave? Sure you can go." Her words curl into the air with humor. I wonder why. I become nervous and begin to physically shake. My soft flab vibrates and quivers as I hear her chuckle loudly.

I finally reach the door and struggle to stand but can't. I am too heavy to stand up. I reach with one hand for the doorknob as my other hand stays on the floor and keeps me balanced.

And now I see why Circe laughs. My hand - or is it even a hand anymore? - is so deformed, my fingers fused in an odd way. My thumb is joined to the rest of my hand so that I can't grasp the doorknob. Escape is impossible. My way to freedom is gone.

I am breathing hard now, and I feel a primal anger rising within me. I shudder with the indignity of my situation as Circe laughs loudly.

"Open the door and let me out!" I scream.

"You are in no position to make demands," she responds, and I turn to see her. She is naked now, the morning light from the windows enters and plays across her fine flawless skin. She is so beautiful, I feel I cannot resist her wicked designs.

But I know this may be my last chance to do so!

I cannot keep from looking at her. Her hourglass figure is as youthful and alluring as ever, but I know she is as ancient and timeless as sin. Her round breasts, slender waistline with only a bare amount of curve just below her navel, and those wonderfully wide hips, so seductive . . . I feel myself sliding into a trance, into her powers, and I struggle to awaken myself.

Suddenly, she has a trough - a pig trough - on wheels, and she is pushing it toward me. It is filled with steaming hot gravy and biscuits, my favorite breakfast foods. I see large pieces of sausage floating in the gravy with the biscuits.

"Come and eat, my piggy boy!" she says, her voice so warm and inviting.

"No, I will not!" I say loudly and defiantly.

"Oh . . . but yes, you will," she says softly. Her tone changes as anger flashes in her eyes. "Never defy the will of a witch."

I look down at my belly bulging out so wonderfully - and obscenely. I am naked, no longer able to fit into any man's clothing. I feel ashamed of myself.

"I see the consequences of what I have done," I confess to her as I look down at my bulging belly. "I have learned my lesson. Let me go. Please."

"Now, this," she whispers seductively, grabbing hold of my tail, "this is a consequence. And I cannot let you go now."

I realize that she is a great controlling force.

I dip my face into the trough and begin to eat with gusto as I hear her evil laughter echoing from the ceiling. I feel myself growing sleepy, so tired from such a small exertion, but I keep eating.