chapter 6 too big

The sins of gluttony and lust multiply, and I wonder what I will have to pay for all the evil I have been tempted into. Should I have to suffer the consequences for a witch goading me and forcing me into all this hedonism?

With no notion of time, I only remember more eating and more pleasures of the flesh, as Circe handles my manhood skillfully and gracefully, filling my belly and emptying my manhood over and over again.

What a way to say it! And how true! It is as if she is taking away my manhood in some way -- my humanity, oh god! The days swirl into a drunken rotation of wine, food and sex. My senses enjoy this, and at the same time, they seem to dull from the excesses.

We do it every which way that is possible - given how fat I am getting. I am on top some, at least until I get so out of breath that I can barely move. And then she is on top, her long legs encircling my girth. Circe is on top much more now, very much in control. Most men might find pleasure in this, but believe me, the pleasure fades as I become more and more subservient to her desires.

She forces me to make love to her "hoggy-style" as she calls it. My globular soft belly bobs and bounces atop her beautifully heart-shaped bottom as I thrust in and out, feeling my heart pounding as I try to catch my breath. She sings a beautiful orgasmic song as she feels the pleasure of my softness and hardness at the same time. I spasm in pleasure and pain, grunt, moan and then withdraw my spent self and drop to the huge mattress with a thud.

I say she "forces" me because I feel as if I am some unwilling passenger on a carnival ride which I can't get off of. It spins and twirls and takes me with it in a dizzying journey of pleasure and horror all at once.

She stuffs me mercilessly and without ceasing now. "I won't have you leaving me again, so don't even think about it," she says as she crams butter-soaked pancakes into my mouth. "Soon, you will be too fat to ever leave your sweet Circe."

Eventually, I am too fat - and too easily out of breath - to do much more than lie there on my back and let her bounce atop my belly as she feeds me. "You can't resist your Circe's desires, can you?" she asks, and I grunt a reply.

Finally, one day, I awaken to some sort of fuller consciousness, almost like my old self. I am uncertain of how many days have passed since I felt so aware. I just don't know. And then, within a few minutes, I no longer care. I am forgetful like that now, my mind more like an creature's -- no longer to hold onto even the simplest idea.

I am comfortable lying on my side, and that's all that matters to me now -- just the comfort of lying here on the bed.

Besides, lying on my side is the only way I can lie down now. I am like those huge fat hogs that would win the big prizes at the fair -- fattest of them all! Behind the fence where the blue ribbons are tied, these massive hogs can barely move. I recall them lying with their full distended bellies flopped out beside them. Just like I am now.

My belly is too big for me to lie on top of anymore, and I can't get onto my back. I don't have the energy or the strength to do so. So I am on my side, my belly out beside me, my short thick stumpy legs out beside me as well. Legs - four legs! I lift the front legs so I can see them. They used to be my arms, oh God help me!

I turn my head slightly, so I can view myself in the mirror. Before I can get a good look, Circe is before me, blocking my view of my image in the mirror. "Oh, you're awake," she coos. She is carrying in a tray filled with cheesecakes and a big chocolate cake. The delicious smell moves me to tears. I feel my eyes water at their corners and little salty tears drip down my jowls and into the corners of my mouth. I try to see myself in the mirror, but I know I am no longer recognizable even to myself.

I am crying tears now - of the joy I anticipate in being fed by the beautiful curvy Circe. Or are they tears of bittersweet loss? Maybe both.

Since I cannot leave, I no longer desire to. I forget about escaping. I accept my fate the best I can.

I cry aloud, whimpering in a soft squealing sound. I feel joy and pleasure, but still I cry. I cannot believe my good fortune at finding someone like Circe, so loving, so good at serving me and spoiling me. And making me into the object of her intense affections. I try to speak, but only grunts come out and little oinks and squeals. "Circe, you have had your way with me, despite my earlier misgivings," I want to say, but I can no longer form words. I feel horror that I cannot speak. Then I realize that this is a wonderful life that she has made for me here in this bed, in my kitchen chair, in the warm tub with her.

But then, I see my hog's face in the mirror, and I see my face furrow with questions. "When was I last in the kitchen?" I think to myself. It seems a distant time for some reason. And the tub? I remember getting stuck in the doorway on my way there the last time Circe bathed me, uh, when? Yesterday? The day before? Last week? Last month?

But now, my mind again forgets all that and passively accepts how wonderful this moment is, how wonderful the smell of food is to a gluttonous being like me. I cannot concentrate on anything even for a few seconds. I have the brain of a baby -- or a creature of appetite.

"What more could a man want out of life?" I wish to say. "Or a pig for that matter?"

Life is wondrous! A splendid woman, the excesses of decadence, such loving care. I wonder for a few seconds if I am still a man, but my mind drifts as my snout digs into the cheesecake. Circe looks at me, and I know she understands what I am trying to say.

"My dear, I know you like this life, and you will never leave me now," she says softly. "Your appetite is too great now for you to ever leave even if you wanted to."

She pets the side of my belly lovingly as she feeds me cheesecake. I just lie there and enjoy it all, so much gluttony and so much physical pleasure. I feel myself nearing orgasm with every bite of cheesecake and every tender touch of her long-fingered soft hands against my flesh.

I am content for a while, but as she finishes feeding me the last of the cheesecake, she seems to sense a worry that I have. I oink and grunt my question, but no words come out. Circe knows instinctively the question I want to ask, it seems, and she speaks to me in soothing tones.

"Oh? You're worried what will happen when you get too big for the bed? Well, you're already too big for the kitchen chair, remember?" I suddenly recall she has been feeding me either in the tub or here in bed lately. She continues to speak as she rubs my soft fattened chest. Her touch feels so erotically charged.

"And that tub is starting to be a challenge. I haven't been able to squeeze in with you for the last month. And getting you in and out, well, it's almost impossible with such a big beautiful belly." She smiles, perhaps a bit sadly, and pats my stuffed bulging sides for emphasis.

"You can't stop growing now," she continues. "I won't allow it, but - well - let's worry about that when the time comes. For now, just enjoy. I've got your favorite, a chocolate cake here for you to eat, while I take care of your other growing hunger."

I stick my snout into a special trough she has set on a bedside table and begin to eat. Circe's hand slides down beneath my belly and she grabs my shaft in her olive-oil-covered hand.

"You eat, and don't worry about a thing." And my worries melt, as she and the chocolate pleasure me.