chapter three

Katsuo was very pleased by his first night with his new pet. The American boy was exactly what he'd wanted. Vain and a show off. He wanted Katsuo to notice how 'sexy' he was at every moment. He spread out during dinner to show off his perfect body and danced like a complete whore after. And best of all, he was an idiot. Who leaves a stranger alone with their drink?

A special mix of drugs Katsuo had put together himself was more than enough to jump start his plan. It would make his piggy hungry as fuck, and just the right amount of out-of-it to not realize what he was doing. Because he was hungry with no food, he gulped down sugary drinks like water, and it was easy to drag his tiny ass home. Shin was there, and everything was set.

"Jordan? Sweetheart?" he cooed in a way that made Shin uneasy, cupping the boy's face with his hands. "I think you're drunk, cutie."

His voice was tinged with malicious intent, but his piggy was too drunk to notice. He just smiled. He could feel Shin's glare through those tinted shades of his, but he bit his tongue. He knew the blond was drugged, what was about to happen. He'd seen it before, though usually Katsuo was very vocal about exactly what was happening. This time, he worked to hide his intentions. It was even more off putting this way.

"Little drunk... sorry. I didn't..." he started, stumbling over thoughts. "Nn... I'm really hungry."

"I got food for you here. Would you like some?"

His piglet could only nod, and Katsuo showed his teeth.

"Give piggy his food." Katsuo ordered, not even bothering to speak Japanese. Jordan wouldn't remember any of this tomorrow. He was sure of it.

Shin couldn't disobey. Katsuo's new pet was propped at the dinner table, barely able to sit up straight, as an entire vat of katsudon was lowered in front of him. His little pig probably couldn't even recognize the dish, but he didn't need to. The pun would be lost on him, as well, but the fried pork and greasy eggs wouldn't be. He'd instructed Shin to make it just the way he'd made it for all of his other pigs- it tasted like garbage, but had thousands of calories in it.

The American boy dove head first into the bowl, eating like his life depended on it. He was so drunk and desperate that he thought nothing of digging his hands straight into the greasy pile to force food into his mouth as quickly as he could. The entire time, Katsuo sat across from him at the table, pupils dilated.

"Mm... Such a cute little hog." he mused aloud. Shin was the only one who could appreciate his words, because Jordan was so hypnotized by food he didn't even flinch. "You know he ate a salad at dinner? Stupid pig. He has no idea what's about to happen to him."

The American was gasping for air between bites, unable to find a balance between eating and breathing anymore. His stomach wasn't used to so many calories and so much grease at once, but he couldn't stop himself. He wasn't even aware of what he was doing. His shirt started to hike up higher than it was ever meant to. His cute pseudo-abs were easily replaced by a bloated belly before he was even a third of the way done with his meal.

"He wants to be a model... I hope his gut gets huge. All of mine have fat asses, but I want a proper American fatty." Katsuo went on as he watched Jordan struggle. Shin didn't flinch from his spot in the corner of the room. "Listen. He's already snorting. He came up the stairs to the penthouse so easily this time... I wonder how easy it will be in a few weeks."

His drugs did more than make the piggy hungry. That would hardly be enough. The mix would also slow his metabolism to a crawl, and weaken what little muscle there was already. It would all turn to flab practically overnight if his victim didn't work out, and he was going to make sure he didn't. He wanted a huffing, puffing piglet. All red-faced and whining, begging to be allowed to lie back down every time he was forced to his feet. Totally weak and helpless.

From inside the pot he was eating out of, a wet belch echoed. His stomach was groaning and churning. He felt sick, but he was almost done already. After he finished the last scrap of rice, he sat back. He groaned loudly, his drunken mind not allowing for shame as he cupped his gut.

"Katsuo, it... urp... it hurts." He whined, looking at the empty pot. "Did I eat it... urp... a-all of it?"

"You sure did, fatboy." Katsuo hummed as he stood up. "And I bet you're still hungry, aren't you?"

His victim groaned and whimpered, trying to find some sort of release. He could only burp to try to get rid of some of the strain, his vision felt hazy. Normally he'd be throwing up this drunk, not stuffing his face, but he couldn't even comprehend that much.

His fingers and face were shiny from grease, and he was speckled with rice. As he rubbed circles on his bloated gut, he smeared grease on that, as well. Katsuo felt himself getting hard, imagining the skinny boy turning into a fat blob. Filling the wooden chair he was in, breaking it under his mass and crying when he realized how huge he was. Katsuo looked into the bowl, which was lined with grease, too. There were tongue marks across the sides, digging into the grease so that his pig could taste it. So greedy.

"Shin. Bring out dessert. Out little piggy is starving."

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It took a lot to hide the damage of what he'd done to his newest victim for the next morning. Jordan passed out in his chair after demolishing a chocolate cake, with frosting smeared all over his piggish face and stomach completely uncovered by his 'sexy' muscle shirt. Black was meant to be slimming, but when it was hiked up a rounded, white stomach that was coated in the remains of a frenzied meal, it only served to make his piglet look even more slobbish. Before he set about fixing him up, he took a few pictures on his phone, saving them to a secure server.

"One day I'll show him. Every step of it. I'll make him watch his own progress of human to pig." he mumbled. Maybe to Shin, but mostly to himself. He cupped himself through his jeans, his dick aching and hard. "What a show he put on. I hope the cameras got all of it..."

Katsuo wasn't sure if he was going to sell the footage yet, but he wanted every moment caught on digital film. He had documentation for all of his piggies, and it was so fun to make them watch later, while they were suckling down vatfuls of butter for midday snacks. Seeing themselves first start to push out small potbellies once they were so fat they needed help to lift their bulbous bodies off their beds... Delicious.

He couldn't just let his pig wake up in this state, however. That would tip him off. He wanted to play with him for a long time yet. The drugs in his system would get rid of the bloating well enough, though Katsuo knew from watching his other pigs that Jordan would feel fat and sluggish long before the weight really started to show. He had to strip the American boy, which he made Shin do.

"He's never going to fit into those again." he hissed under his breath as Shin peeled off the piglets jeans. Somewhere along the way the button had come undone, but by that point Jordan had been so swollen it wasn't noticeable beneath the impossibly large food baby.

As Shin hefted the victim up after stripping him down, a loud roar pushed out of the future sow's backside, and Jordan moaned and twisted from discomfort even while completely blacked out. Shin wrinkled his nose but otherwise showed no reaction, while Katsuo slipped his hand into his boxers. Good. The drugs were already fucking with his metabolism that way, too. At first, it had been an unwelcome side-effect. Katsuo himself had been rather disgusted, wanted to fix the mixture to get rid of it, but then he saw his little piggies react to what happened to them.

Now, he couldn't wait for the first time his piglet let one loose in public after helplessly stuffing himself. He wondered how the boy would take it. Would he try to pretend it wasn't happening? Would he whimper and whine? God, he hoped that he tried to hold it in as long as he could, letting his gut inflate and writhing in discomfort while he tried his best to play pretend at being a person. Then finally losing the battle and completely humiliating himself.

They had to wipe him down with a washcloth to get away all the chocolate and grease, as much as Katsuo thought the look suited him. Well, they didn't. Shin did. Katsuo watched, instructed. Each time Shin jostled or pushed on the fat gut he was sporting, Jordan would burp or fart in his sleep. So much gas, that meant the drugs were working extra well.

They kept his boxers on and lowered him into the guestroom bed. After he was lying down, the pig rolled onto his back, both hands subconsciously moving to cup his overfed stomach. He whimpered and burped. For a moment his eyes opened and focused on the mound of gut in front of him.

"What... is..." he started. He looked confused, maybe mildly alarmed. Then his next words were drowned out by a long, low fart, and by the time it was over the hog was asleep again.

He was going to be a work of art.