chapter five

Katsuo chuckled to himself as he watched his pig on his laptop. He was sitting in the library at school, but he had paused his studying to check on the progress of his pet.

He was almost frustrated by how slow the progress had been so far, but that also added to the fun of it. He'd never fattened one over time this way. Usually, it was fun to see them grow quickly. To wake up one week 30-40 pounds heavier than the last, unable to stand even at objectively 'smaller' sizes because their portly new bodies couldn't compensate. But this had it's own charm. He liked watching how deeply in denial the American boy was.

First of all, it had been maybe a month and he was already quite plump. Not fat, or even chubby, but Katsuo's dreams had come true. The fourteen pounds his pig had gained had filled in all of the concave parts of his body and then accumulated just a bit into a small, barely noticeable tummy. He knew it was exactly fourteen, too, because he weighed him while he slept. His pig was a heavy drinker and a heavier sleeper as a result, which was great. He could make Shin lift him and prop him up on the industrial scale he had in the back room of his penthouse, as well as pose him however he wanted.

So far his favorite picture was of his little pig hunched in the corner in just his boxers. He was leaning forward, covered in food stains from one of his many binges, eyes half-lidded but not fully asleep yet. His full, bloated tummy looked so much larger in that position, and he had just a trace of tears in his eyes from the pain of being so incredibly full.

Now he looked quite fat, too. Lying on his couch asleep after his big meal, shirt riding up. His gut was definitely starting to go to pot, hanging over his pajama bottoms like that. The best part was that his little hog had no idea why he suddenly felt drawn towards fattier foods. He assumed his appetite was growing, not knowing that every night he went out dancing with his boyfriend he was being reprogrammed afterwards. His body wanted the sugars and salts and fat content of the meals he ate with Katsuo, even if he wasn't consciously aware of it.

It was time to start getting serious, before the hog could notice what was happening. Starting tomorrow, there'd be no turning back.

And as long as his laptop was open... Katsuo checked over his shoulder before opening Tor and typing in his very special link to his page. He had to check on his piggies.

At the top of the page the words "The Pig Pen" were centered and bolded, and then as he scrolled down there were 12 different cameras situated around what might have been a very nice penthouse apartment- if the windows weren't all blacked out and the remains of meals thrown about everywhere. He had cleaning people come in three times a week, but it only managed to keep the place habitable given his pigs slovenly habits.

There were four of them, but Katsuo had never bothered to remember their names. Pigs didn't need names. Each of them had their own room, though currently only one was actually in said room. Though to be fair, he always was.

That pig was his first and the biggest, too fat to stand now. He required the most upkeep, but it was worth it considering how often he mewed and was embarrassed by his huge body. He was ashamed of himself, but also completely dependent on food, and the formula Katsuo had cooked up. The look on his face when Katsuo had informed him that he'd bought a special bed so he wouldn't need to stand up to use the restroom anymore was priceless. He cried and begged to be given more chances, but really it wasn't as if he didn't have the same access to the gym all the other piggies had. He spent the weekend fattening him up, and since that weekend he'd only stood up less than a handful of times- each time specifically for Katsuo. So he could watch his fat, wobbing blob try and fail to move across the room. Once, he fell. It was glorious watching the way his body moved in waves.

Right now, he was eating. He was usually eating. That's what turned him into an immobile porker. One of the nurses was helping- hand-feeding him cake and making him lick his fingers to get every last bit off. It was a workout for him to feed himself now, with arms twice the size of most mens thighs. The nurse had an erection and wasn't trying to hide it. He was speaking, but without headphones Katsuo couldn't turn on the speaker and see what he was saying to make his hog look so deliciously ashamed of himself while he ate. His free hand was moving in and out of one of the pigs rolls, and Katsuo looked close to see it was slick- butter or lube, it was hard to tell. Either way, his fattest hog was going to get a workout soon. He'd probably not even care as long as he was still being fed the entire time.

Two more were in the living room, also eating but watching television. Their eyes were unfocused, and Katsuo could tell they'd just gotten a good filling of the formula. It was an option in the pig pen- they were allowed to go without it- but... Well, that was just another cruel game to Katsuo. The shit was so addictive that eventually they always gave in. The ones who resisted the most always ended up regretting it the most when they do cave. It made the side effects worse- the hunger, the bloating, the gas, and the final results. Instead of gaining two or three pounds in a week, they'd get ten for their attempt.

Both men looked like blobs of fat wrapped in ill-fitting clothes. The couch that could fit three or four only fit the two of them so long as their sides pushed against one another, and their tummies both hung out of their shirts covered in stretch marks, heavy with food and growing heavier by the moment.

There were two scooters by the couch. The flat was big enough that all of his piggies were given one to stay 'mobile', though it was a double edged sword. Maybe if they walked a little more, they wouldn't be so huge, but it was so hard and his fat-asses had no muscles to help pull their overweight bodies forward. Even now just sitting on the couch both hogs had sweat-stains on their shirts that combined beautifully with the hodge-podge of other stains. He watched as they stuffed their faces for a bit before moving on to the other pig.

His scooter was outside of the gym, and Katsuo made a mental note to tease his hog for that one. ("What good is going into the gym if you're going to ride your lard ass in there with a scooter?") Inside, the boy was sitting on the treadmill, coated in sweat and had tears running down in eyes. In his hands, a gallon bucket of cheap mochi ice-cream balls. They were small, round dessert balls consisting of a soft, pounded sticky rice cake wrapped around an ice cream filling. There were at least a hundred or so of them- or there had been when the hog had started. Now there were maybe twenty, and they squished in the piglets hands whenever he reached for another- sometimes two or three at a time. He was a mess, and there were two more slowly melting gallons next to him still to eat.

One of the rules he gave his nurses was this- the pigs are welcome to use the gym. Encouraged, even. Let them know how fat and disgusting they were, and even drag the mobile ones in to see their 'big brother' every so often so they are well aware of their futures if they stayed on this path... But when they do use the gym, there were constant food programs running on every machine and the smells of food being cooked were pumping in 24/7. The shit that Disney parks manufactured to make people hungry. And across from the typical gym wall of mirrors, there was a wall of food- freezers and refrigerators, cabinets, candy, everything they could ask for. Sometimes his pigs would show enough willpower- this pig in particular, with his hair cropped short and his ass hanging over the top of his sweatpants- managed to be the smallest in the house because he resisted temptation so often.

That still meant that at least half the time one of the nurses found him lying on his back on the treadmill, huge gut jutting up above him, crying and sweating just trying to hold back the gas that threatened to push out of both ends instead of by working off the huge amount of weight that had been forced onto his body. It had happened enough times that Katsuo had a mirror installed on the ceiling, as well, so the pig could get a real good look at himself at his lowest.

That particular pig had bored him by being too stubborn. He'd let him go after gaining barely 200 pounds and abandoned him in the pig pen to spend the rest of his life fighting the inevitable (though Katsuo made it his mission to not make that easy for him). His newest pig wouldn't get off that easily. Katsuo wouldn't make the same mistakes. He'd make sure this one had no fight left in him long before he made it into the pen.

He checked the time and browsed the chat a little bit before packing up for his next class, sending a text to his newest victim before walking out of the library.

"Hey cutie! Dancing tonight? I got a surprise for you. xoxo"