Chatting With Masterfeeder - Part 2

Chapter 1 - The Perfect Enabler

This story is the Part 2 of:
Chatting With Masterfeeder

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Alex sat at his desk in a nondescript software company, a thirty-year-old man with an ordinary demeanor that masked his secret online world of perversion. On the monitor before him, a chaotic array of windows and tabs overlapped: open chats with girls scattered who-knows-where, each a plaything in his dark game of transformation. Photos and videos of bodies growing under his words, girls surrendering to gluttony to please his desires, some becoming obese, others even more so. But one chat stood out above the rest, the one with Becky, the star of the story we’re following. And then there was the other chat of interest, the one with her brother Tomas, a new and intriguing project that made him smile with an almost perverse excitement. It hadn’t been his idea to start this, and it was the first time he had an accomplice who could act on his behalf with one of his piglets, an idea that thrilled him so much that Becky had become the girl he enjoyed the most, since she had an admirer of his creation who wouldn’t encroach on his territory. His fingers danced across the keyboard, whether coding or typing to his piglets, each message a taut thread to ensnare his targets, like a spider weaving a web to trap flies.

With Becky yesterday, the conversation was like the others: a blend of flattery, encouragement, and veiled commands to push her to eat, to let go, to become the “piglet” he desired. Photos of her, increasingly fat, filled the screen: her taut belly, hips spilling over her jeans, a double chin quivering when she laughed. But the chat with Tomas was different. There, Alex planted images and words designed to fuel an obsession, to make the stepbrother complicit in Becky’s downfall. Every photo she sent him, he automatically forwarded to Tomas, flooding him, paired with comments to stoke his desire: “Look how your little sis is growing. Isn’t she delicious so round?”

Alex reveled in the power he held over them, unaware of how well his plan was already working, since Tomas rarely responded. He only knew Becky was fattening up and being corrupted like the many feedees he chatted with daily. He didn’t yet know what had happened that morning between Becky and Tomas, but he was certain that if anything significant had occurred, one of them would eventually spill the details. For now, he relied on imagining, piecing together the puzzle from what they told him. He knew Becky was increasingly aware of her growing curves, that she got off on showing them off in chats, even if she felt uneasy in real life. And he suspected Tomas was already obsessed, unable to tear his eyes from his sister’s body, since he always viewed the messages even if he didn’t reply, never revealing the full depth of his feelings.

His phone buzzed with a new message from Becky. Alex shifted in his chair, his face lit by the screen’s glow, and opened the chat.

Becky: “Hey Master, just wanted to update you on this morning.”

Alex: “Oh, really? What’s up, PRINCESS?”

Becky: “Well, you know, my little bro was following me all morning. Staring at my ass like a perv…”

Alex held back a grin, feigning surprise. Alex: “No way? That’s weird. Maybe your butt’s getting too big to miss.”

He teased her, knowing it would turn her on.

Becky: “What a creep… Yeah, he’s gotten totally obsessed with staring at me. It’s kinda weird, but… also kinda nice.”

Alex: “Nice how?”

Becky: “Well, I like it when people notice I’m getting bigger… It’s nice to have attention on my changes… I’m really getting fat…”

Alex: “Really, PIGGY? You like it when he stares at your huge ass? Turns you on, PRINCESS?”

Becky: “Yeah, it’s… exciting, you know? I feel like he’s obsessed with my body, like he can’t take his eyes off me. I like it when he follows and stares. He looks at me differently than others… Today he told me I’m getting fat…”

Alex felt a surge of adrenaline. This was exactly what he wanted. He tilted his head, a smirk spreading as he typed, teasing her to fuel that desire. Alex: “So you like the idea of driving your brother crazy with your growing curves, huh? You’re such a desperate little piglet, aren’t you? Begging for attention by getting fatter. Didn’t you used to think your stepbrother was a pain?”

Becky blushed, her heart racing as she read his words in class. Becky: “Seriously? You can’t say stuff like that while I’m in class! How the hell am I supposed to focus when you’re making my… panties wet…”

Alex loved the effect he had on her. He knew he could push her further. Alex: “You should sneak to the bathroom and keep chatting with me, Becky. Oh, and bring something to eat. How about a pack of cookies or a bag of chips? Perfect, right?”

Becky: “Really, Master? You want me to go to the bathroom to chat with you? And bring snacks? But I’m in class… and I don’t have any snacks…”

Alex: “Come on, don’t play shy, PRINCESS. I know you want to talk to me, and a quick bathroom break won’t hurt. Think about what we could talk about… and what snacks you could grab from the vending machine…”

He kept pushing, playing on what turned her on, until she gave in. Becky: “Okay, okay, fine. I’m heading to the bathroom now. I’ll do it…”

A chilling smile spread across Alex’s face, which he tried to hide from his colleagues in the open-plan office. It was a wicked, diabolical grin that needed to be concealed, the reflection of a plan coming together. He didn’t yet know about the bus encounter, but every message from Becky confirmed his game was working. Tomas was already obsessed, a perfect real-life enabler, and Becky was surrendering to the thrill of being obsessively watched, of growing for them. Alex leaned back in his chair, his eyes gleaming with perverse satisfaction. They had no idea how much they were already his.