Locked away

Chapter 1 - locked away

My little pet. Actually, my BIG pet I should say. My obese, fat filled freak! Locked away where no one can find you. Your life is cradled in my hands. Poor plump little piglet, you can’t escape. Even if you rolled your hog body off of the bed and tried to climb those two sets of stairs to freedom you would die trying. You have been so fat and lazy the last four years that your lard filled heart would burst from excessive exertion. I love how you mind me when I make you walk around on all fours. Gazing at your massive bulk rolling around and wobbling as you struggle to even get out of bed gets me going. Seeing your heavy sagging fat shift in each direction you roll in is so mesmerizing. You hate it when I make you move though. I know you just can’t wait for me to pump the rest of your flesh so full of fat that you are ready to squeal! Typical lazy hog. But in the meantime I will keep myself entertained by making you do small exercises like walking and crawling. Your huge heavy tits drooping towards the floor flopping against your lard filled sack of a gut.

Your thighs hurt from rubbing together so I have to rub lotion into them, and that is one of my other favorite things to do. When you spread your swollen legs out for me, revealing a mess of flabby fat rolls that once were nice toned legs. Squishing my hands into them with lotion, squeezing the cellulite filled globs that refuse to stop growing. Your legs just keep getting spread further and further apart from your thighs storing so many calories. Your swollen fat pad is starting to resemble a fourth belly roll now. It's grown so big I can’t even see your genitalia anymore and I know you struggle to even touch it, poor fat pet. I love to stuff my hand between your soft warm thighs and belly and rub you slowly just to tease you.

I love having my own personal obese pet to play with. I remember when you first tried to make a run for it. You just couldn't. Your muscles had atrophied for far too long and you grew too big to get up the stairs. You stopped halfway through wheezing and panting begging me to let you leave. You learned real quick that my pets belong to ME. Your punishment was two large vats of slop. After hours and hours of being forced to guzzle down thick, greasy, sugary, sludge I left you to lay in your own filth. You know what straight grease does to your insides. Leaving you with a slick oil coated chest from it dribbling out of your hog mouth.

I know you were slowly learning to love being an obese slave to me. Having to do nothing all day is a nice life. Eat, grow, eat, grow, eat more. I love bending you over while your face is buried in a bowl of treats and fucking your tight little hole. Your massive ass bounces nicely against me. You used to put some effort into it but I’ve made you lazy and sloppy. Soon your ass might grow too plump for me to reach your little hole. I might just have to start fucking your fat rolls, theres plenty of them.

Also, all your begging and pleading falls on deaf ears when I feed you. I like to push you past your limits and then some. I love to make your over gluttoned belly so swollen it makes you whimper and cry for me to stop. My fat little eating machine. Taking in copious amounts of food and pinning you further and further into the bed. Pretty soon my fat pet will be my immobile pet. My precious fattened prize. I may just sell you to another feeder. Someone who doesn’t have as much mercy as I do.