Chapter 1

Dark Berry: Pig Pen
“Get up you lazy sluts its show time!” Chains lift me in the air, and drag me down the dressing line, before I even open my eyes. I’m fitted into a loose fitting T-shirt and a pair of jogging shorts, with the words “Juicy” inscribed over the ass. I look around, I see Red and Blue being taken away, a strange pair they make, Red acts like she is in control but she is just as trapped as the rest of us. Some day she’s gonna lose that plaything of hers: Blue, then she will finally understand this place. My chains take me over the main playroom where most of us are divided up and handed out for our masters and others enjoyment. As I travel I vaguely wonder what will happen to me tonight, Blueberry? Cherry? BE? Air? I’ve had it all, I’ve been here longer then most of the girls, luck mostly that I haven’t been popped yet, but every night could be my last, it scares me but after a year or two you just get used to it.
My chains take me to a new part of the prison; this area has a low fence, with people around it. My chains drop me in the center of the fenced in area. The ground is soft and spongy, but it’s covered with a white sticky glaze almost like “Cake?” I hear myself say out loud, this is a new torture to me. Most of the spectators laugh, but one he is tall and wears a cowboy hat, he waves me over and scoops up a bit of the floor when I come over to him, he shoves it into my mouth, I want to fight back but it tastes so, so, GOOOOOOD! I squeal as I eat the bit of cake when it’s gone I crave more. I drop to my knees and start shoveling the cake into my mouth regardless of what’s going on around me, the cake is so good I just have to eat more and more. The spectators laugh and point at my gluttony but I don’t even care, I’ve become an eating machine and it feels great. As I eat I start to feel a warm fullness start to come over me starting in my belly then starting to travel outward until it covers me completely, the heaviness bothers me but I am far to interested in eating as much cake as possible to really care. After a while I slow down enough to look at myself, I moan in terror at what I’ve become; my belly is large and sagging down, the tip peaking out of the once loose fitting t-shirt, my ass has swelled and tighten my pants to an uncomfortable degree, the letters in “juicy” stretched out to near breaking point, my breast are also contributing to my shirt shrinking they are straining my once good sized bra, now it had moving into the tiny range. I had gained all that weight yet I’m still eating! As I eat I rub belly to sooth it from my gorging, as I do I shmear butter cream and cake over the pale dome of flesh.
“Juicy” says one of the spectators, reading the word printed on my ass, “more like wide load!” the others laugh at his jibe I try to tell myself to stop eating but my mind is now addicted to the cake and refuses to follow my will, finally I mange to exert enough control to stand up, I start to walk, rather waddle out of the crater that I’m manage to eat my way into, my enlarged and quite tubby hips and ass swaying behind me and my huge belly and boobs bounce in the front one of the spectators picks up a handful of the cake and holds it out to me
“Here piggy, piggy” he coos. I fight to resist the urge to run over and swallow the cake but then someone spanks my ass hard, making my butt cellulite jiggle wildly, this bit of distraction makes me lose control handing me over to the cravings and I feel my-self moving as fast as my bloated body will allow toward the one holding the cake out, I reach him, eat the cake then fall flat on my knees again to resume gorging again much to my minds horror. In my daze of cake I am vaguely aware of the comments that the spectators are making about me, words float by as I drift in and out of focus such as “porker… fatty … piggy …tubby…blimp”. Over the sounds of my stuffing I hear a distinct ripping sound, my shorts giving up the fight exposing my giant ass, now that my once full sized panties have shrunk to a tiny thong. Some of the spectators wolf whistle as they stare at by bare ass rippling as it grows larger.
“Dam! Baby got back!” someone yells as I stuff I begin to feel something cool pressing on my stomach. I try to peer over my giant boobs to see what it is but it is impossible while I using both my hands to stuff my ever expanding face. I try to reign in some will from two-fisting the cake but when I do I find that my arms are now barred from reaching the cold spot by my boobs, which are now causing holes to form in my once oversized tee-shirt. The feeling of my giant breast is turning me on as they tickle the tips of the frosting. As I grow bigger I find that my arms are having more and more trouble reaching my hungry mouth as the fat on my arms and elbows forces them out wide. Then I hear a tiny “thwinp” as my ass finally snaps my panties off As I get fatter my weight also pushes my arms deeper into the cake I am sitting in. then with one last hand full I realize that arms have become so fat that they are no longer able to reach my mouth.
“My, my too fat to feed yourself are we? How will you survive now?” a voice asks as a hand spanks my giant ass, sending the flesh into a frantic quivering dance. My body start to quiver as my cake laden mind struggles to find a way to feed myself; I feel signs of with-drawl go through me as I think. I am kneeling in a giant cake with my now 3 foot wide ass sticking up in the air almost begging for someone to fuck it and all my mind can do is try and eat more of the super addicting and fatting cake. The answer to my dilemma comes in the form of someone jerking my head down into the cake then the insertion of something into my fleshy ass, my mind is so numbed by the taste of the cake that I don’t even realized that I am being fucked until I feel wetness between my legs from my massive butt cheeks. As others come to play with my flesh I hear a group of rips that signal the death of my t-shirt, leaving me naked and severely obese, what horrifies me is that my only reaction to this is a squeal of enjoyment at the amount of cake that my gluttonousness side has inhaled.
“You're such a plump one” a man teases “maybe a gym would be of use to you, that is if you could even lift that fat ass of yours.” As the wetness dribbles from my vagnia my mind begins to reel at the size that I have become, I am at least 5ft wide and twice as big around the one riding my ass is holding on to my folds since his arms don’t reach around my massive belly, as the other men walk around me I feel like a cow at market waiting for the butcher to buy me.
A Man reaches out a pinches one of my breast hanging in the icing I jump in surprise causing all my cellulite to jiggle and shake, I moan out instinctually but in my mind its more like a moo, I feel like such a cow, content to stuff my face while other have their way with me. I feel a sharp spank on my ass causing it to jiggle again “oh my gosh Becky, look at her butt it is so big” I hear a girl say followed by her companion giggling. They walk around to my front and lift my face out of the icing by my chin. “Tsk Tsk” they scold “you shouldn’t eat too much dearest all those carbs are going to spoil your figure” one; Becky says.
“What figure? This cow is so out of shape she is just a blob now” the other one asks.
“Don’t be silly Janey, this poor fat sow is in shape, round is a shape” they both giggle again.
I want to fight back to struggle or do something but the cake has dulled my mind and fattened my body up to the point that this is out of the question. Janey then calls out to the others “Come on help me get her on her back” With a mighty push I feel my face leave the cake and point upward into cake less air, my fat arms struggle uselessly as they try to get more of the delicious cake, their efforts are futile however as all they do it make my flab jiggle more, then Becky walks back into my rang of vision, holding a large chunk of cake in her hand “here you go piggy eat up!” she says shoving the cake into my awaiting mouth, as I chew on the cake Becky reaches down and picks up another glob of cake, shoving it into my mouth as soon as I finish the last swallow, “come on everyone, lets feed this fat pig till she burst!” Bursts! I think, the stunning realization that that is entirely possible it horrifying, but I don’t have a choice I am squealing with joy as I am force fed the cake, I love my new body far to much now, suddenly I’m back on my stomach again and gorging like I’ve been starved for weeks
Suddenly I hear a sharp crack under me. “Look out mates! She’s breaking the floor!” someone yells its true my immense weight is starting to break the floor under me I yell and scream at my mouth to stop eating the cake but there is nothing I can do, I’m not in control anymore the cake is running the show and it wants me to keep eating. As the creaking around me gets louder, I know that my time is near my body responds by making me eat faster, to get as much food in my ever expanding gut as possible before there is no more to be had. “I have to stop” I think, “I need to stop, I…” then with a loud crack the floor gives way and my massive body slides out of sight.