Chapter 1

The sound of the brakes squealing woke Ben woke up from his nap. The trailer creaked and groaned as it backed up to the chute. Drool had cascaded from the edges of his chubby cheeks down into the rings of fat that were called his neck. His body wobbled with every bounce. He brought him ham fist and sausage fingers up to wipe the drool from his mouth. These very hands had helped shovel thousands upon thousands of calories down his gullet. Deep within his fatpad, his cock began to stiffen from the constant rubbing. It had long disappeared from his sight and then from everyone's sight. No matter how he shifted, his arms would never reach around the great expanse that was his belly. It hadn't always been this way. It was different before he met him...



Ben was a typical farm boy growing up. Both of his parents had been 'big boned'. Raised on heavy Midwestern meals. He and his brothers had always been hefty. As they grew up, they also grew out. Ben started high school at 6 feet, 210 pounds. Throughout high school, the weight continue to pack on as his chores shifted into more sedentary jobs sitting in the tractor or hauling grain for the farm. Playing football, wrestling, and throwing in track kept him gaining muscle mass despite, the layers of pudge that hid said muscles. By graduation, he had grown another four inches and 150 pounds. He had quit wrestling as he was 70 pounds over the heavy weight category. His belly hung out of his football jersey making him appear like a wall on the line and his track jersey looked like spandex. Ben was never the smartest kid in school and chose not to attend college. He was much happier to feast and party. He had blacked out more than his fair share of weekends.

Ben's first job after high school was at the grain elevator. He had gotten his CDL and would make the trips to haul grain. The driving and waiting fit his lifestyle. He had gotten lazier as his paunch grew. His appetite was still ravenous as his life become more sedentary. Greasy truck stop food, huge sodas, and constant snacking while driving or waiting in line to unload became a norm in his life. By his 21st he had broken the scale that went up to 400 pounds.

The fateful day came weeks later. Ben waddled his way into the truck stop. His love handles rolling on top of his hips as his thighs rubbed one another. His belly jiggled with each labored step along the parking lot. Sweat made his shirt stick taut to his folds. There was no hiding any roll or fold on his body. Wet marks had begin to form on his skin tight shirt under his moobs, armpits, and belly button. His clothes stained with a mixture of oil, gas, grease, and sweat. The truck stop smelled of grease, making him salivate and his stomach grumble for lunch. The booth was tight as he sat down. The feeling of the table pushing into his table made him feel manly. Wedged into a comfortable seat, Ben picked up the menu and studied it intently. A few other skinny truck drivers were eating small meals. Ben wanted to show them how a real man ate. He easily weighed more than the two truck drivers combined. The waitress jotted down his order of two double bacon cheeseburgers, a double order of fries, and a large milkshake.

As Ben waited for his meal to be cooked, that's when he noticed him. In the corner of the cafe sat a handsome cowboy with a thick mustache. The cowboy tipped his hat as he took another bite of his lunch and read his paper. A feeling of lust coming over Ben. Much like his love for food, he wasn't picky about his attractions. Male or female made no difference to Ben as he lusted for the attention and affection of another. His attention was diverted from the cowboy as two plates were set down in front of him. Ben dug into his lunch with gusto. Taking little time to breath or truly taste the food. Soon both cheeseburgers had disappeared into his expanding stomach. The only evidence of their existence was the grease and ketchup that dripped onto his shirt joining the other stains of previous gorges. His chubby sausage fingers dragging handfuls of fries and forcing them down his gullet while he took heavy swings of the milkshake. Slurping up the last of the milkshake, he let out a large burp that drew the attention of the other patrons include the cowboy who smiled. Ben felt like a pig but was aroused by the power he felt. All eyes were on him, he felt large and in charge. Ben sat there for a bit letting his meal digest and then flagged down the waitress for the bill. To his surprise, the bill had been paid for. When he asked the waitress who paid it, she gave a slight glance towards the cowboy.

Ben heaved himself from the booth. The booth feeling slightly tighter after his binge. He waddled his way over to the cowboy. The cowboy looked up from the paper and motioned for Ben to sit down. The two men started chatting about their jobs and lives. The man finally introduced himself as Jack. He had been a hog farmer and was on his way to pick up a load to deliver back to his farm. Jack described the joys of caring for hogs and fattening them up. Catering to their whims to constantly gorge themselves despite knowing it would lead to their demise. Ben felt flush with the thoughts of the life of getting to laze about and eat all day. He hadn't noticed Jack's hand on his fat thigh. Jack leaned over and whispered into his ear that he had dessert in his truck in Ben was interested. With that, Jack stood up to his full height, clamped on his hat and headed towards his truck. Ben slowly waddled after him following him to his truck.

It didn't take long for clothes to be removed. Ben laid on his back staring at the roof of the cab as Jack worked at his fat pad, massaging his shrinking cock. He had gotten close to orgasming, but every time Jack would leave him on the edge. Jack rummaged around for something as Ben continued to lay on the sleeper bed content. His view was suddenly obscured by a fat cock covered in frosting. Without prompting Ben licked away at the frosting. His greedy tongue cleaning every bit of frosting from Jack's shaft. A large, strong, rough hand forced Ben's head into Jack's mushroom head as he bobbed back and forth until he felt loads of hot white spunk coat his throat. Jack then returned the favor, working Ben until he quickly released his load.

Months continued for meetups between the two. Ben's belly began to peek out of his shirt more and more with each meeting. Each time, Jack coercing Ben to eat more and more. Ben's brain became more focused on food and sex as he melted into Jack's hands.

Clearing out stacks of plate at the local buffet, Jack and Ben were in the midst another love making session when Jack popped the question asking Ben to become his next Ben. Jack pulled out his phone and showed Ben what he meant. Jack belonged to a feeder group called Hog Heaven. The group of members fattened up men and took them to show off their accomplishments at hog shows. Men stood next to massive rolls of fat that looked human. Jack stood next to a large wall of mass in one of the photos. A large smile on his face. A sash hang on the pale fresh wall that read 'Hank the Tank. 1,600 pound champion.' Ben connected the words to the buckle that Jack wore. Thoughts flooded Ben's lust filled brain. Ever since he was a young boy figuring out his sexuality, he had known deep down he was always destined to be a gluttonous hog. The joy he felt in his size and the power he felt from it, the pleasure of packing his gut full of food. He thought about the 1600 pound man in the photo and looked at Jack to agree as he shot load after load into his fat pad.

Ben turned in his resignation and packed his bags to move to Jack's ranch. Ben's life changed abruptly, no longer did he have to work or exert himself. Jack was relentless in stuffing Ben. Ben had seen the trophies and the pictures of Jack's previous hog. Ben had never considered that the human body could get so large and deep down he knew that was what he wanted as well. When pressed about Hank, Jack had explained that Hank was so successful in gaining weight and being an absolute glutton that a very rich man with extreme kinks had offered to pay for Hank to move to his hog farm to be fattened up even more. Hank was such a glutton that he was easily won over by the thought of eating constantly. Ben sat in Hank's old benches and bed and felt tiny despite weighing a quarter ton.

Each day passed as Ben became a bigger glutton, pushing his gut to the maximum. Falling asleep on his larger recliner while watching tv. He continued to give in to his primal urges. Every day packed to the brim with food, his body expanding outward in a relentless storm. Recliners got smaller, couches got smaller as the flab of his body pushed further. Doorways hugged him tightly, furniture snapped. His cock twitched as he tried to walk. It hadn't seen the light of day in months, but spewed out seed constantly. Only an occasional drop every made it out of his fat pad. Clothes quickly became a thing of the past as even the largest of his shirts struggled to just contain his moobs.