chapter two

I leave them for a few minutes. They have to talk about this, talk about how they're getting away, talk about how they'll never leave each other, talking about how they're going to escape this, and never be stupid enough to take a rental car again. It's human psychology, so I let them settle in without me for a while. Then I send Franklin out to get Gretel. She and I dislike each other already, might as well let him handle her.

He drags her in, cussing and screaming, and shoves a mop in her hand. I point to the floor.

While she cusses and mops, I make Hansel a milkshake. Inside, is about a quart of ice cream, milk, a scoop of weight gain powder, and some codeine. I have to take the edge off. If he sits out there thinking about all this, he's going to go mad. I'll have to keep him a bit drugged for a while, he'll be easier to deal with. It's cruel really not to drug him. To let him sit and think about what's going to happen to him.

I bring him his drink.

"I'm not touching that", he insists.

"It's just ice cream, aren't you hungry?" I ask.

"Go to hell!" he shouts.

I cup his face. He's got slightly chubby cheeks, brilliant blue eyes, big soft lips I want to kiss. I want to make him mine so badly.

"Please, just a sip..."

"No!"

"Y ou can drink it or I can get Franklin to come out here, hold your nose, and pour it down your throat. Your choice, but either way you're drinking it" I inform him.

He grabs it from my hand.

"Wise choice."

"I'm not going to let you do anything to me", he protests.

"I'm only helping you find who you really are", I tell him, "I promise, I swear to you, nothing will happen to you that you don't want."

"You swear?" he brightens.

"I swear. Now drink."

He sucks downs his shake.

"Good boy. Obedient piglets get treats, whereas bad piglets get punishments", I tell him. "The choice will always be yours. Now would you like to eat something and be a good piggy?"

He doesn't say anything. I smile. He's naturally submissive, he's not even going to fight me. This is going to be so much fun.

Franklin goes out the barn an hour later with two large pizzas. My new piggy finishes them both.

I give him freedom for two weeks, letting his curiosity about me grow, doing nothing but feeding him, being gentle and caring toward him. Since he's sitting doing nothing, and weight gain powder accompanies every meal, he's putting on about 5 pounds a week.

Finally one day I sit out there and share a meal with him.

"I've always been attracted to fat men", I say, "So soft and round and...oh my..."

I can see he's growing hard.

"You don't have to kidnap one. Just let me go", he says.

"Cant' do that, you're mine now. I want to make you mine in truth, Hansel, I want you. I want to make love to you."

"Do you think I can stand you?" he asks.

"Yes, I think you can", I say, cupping his face, and pulling him into a kiss. He tries not to kiss me back. He fails.

My hands move to his pants, the zipper on those jeans goes down. "I'm going to *** you like what you are, baby, livestock. Right here in the barn. Like a lonely farmer and her pig, that's good for so few things. Piggies are only good for feeding, eating, and ***ing. I've been feeding you, you're too thin to eat, and it's time to ***."
"Get on your hands and knees", he says.

I cackle out loud. "Doggie style? Really? You have a lot to learn about being submissive, piggy, any position in which you were in control, is now a thing of the past." I roll him over, and push his face down in the hay.

"What are you doing?!" he shouts

"Taking you." With a strap on, I push slowly inside him.

"Ow!"

"Relax and it won't hurt, I promise, piggy. Get on YOUR hands and knees."

He does, and I take him from behind as gently as I can. He's hard and dripping, and I play with his cock and tug as he gets closer.

He screams out in wild pleasure. "What are you doing?"

"Milking my piggy", I tell him, "You're mine, My possession, and you're going to do what I say. Are you my piggy? Are you? Are you my obedient piggy?"

"Yes", he screams, and he cums. In my hands, all over the barn floor, screaming, for what seems like many minutes. More cum than I've seen from one man.

"I think you liked that", I say.

"I hate it", he says, still shaking with pleasure so extreme he's lost control of himself, tears are rolling down his cheeks.

I kiss his cheek. "No you don't. My turn."

I spread thick frosting on every bit of me between my legs. "Get it all, my greedy piggy."

He leaps at the opportunity, and licks and licks and gets every bit as I shudder in his arms. He's warm and wonderful and bigger by the day.

Missionary one night, cowgirl the next, we have sex after I feed him every night now. He tells me about his life, his dreams, his hopes. I feel terrible they won't come true. And I find I want him on my silk sheets. I want my piggy in my bed, sleeping at my feet, or maybe right next to me.

Gretel stares daggers through him. She knows what he's been doing. She knows, she can hear him. She hates the fact that he finds such pleasure in my bed, and that he now admits he loves growing.

His feedings increase, 4,000, 6,000, 10,000, 20,000 calories a day. He fattens so quickly. It's only been months and he's 50 pounds fatter. But my pig needs to be big.

"46 inches", grin, measuring his belly. I pinch the fat on his back. "You're getting some great bacon on your back. That will be yummy."

"Are you really going to kill me?" he asks.

"Sweetheart, please don't worry about it..."

"How can I not? How will it happen?"

I swallow. "I drug a pig first....they never know when, they're out of it when...it's done, and it bleeds out in my arms. I...love you, Hansel. Never forget that."

He's tearing up.

"It won't hurt, I swear. I said it would be your choice. I want you to ask me, I want you to offer yourself to me, none ever have..."

"I won't just accept death", he spits.

"That's your choice."