Punishment

chapter 1

“Since you think you can run away from me, I’ll let you get all the running you want today.”
I hadn’t expected her to try and escape, she had barely moved ten feet over the last year and her diet wasn’t one that was conducive to good health. Still, imagine my shock when I came home and found this little pig rushing, rather, waddling to the front door. Luckily, she ran into me, and it only took a mild interrogation session to figure out she was making a run for it. She wasn’t eager to tell me what she was doing at first, but a quick slap to the face and threatening of a much worse punishment got the truth out of her. At 5’3 and 507 pounds, she was no match physically for my toned and fit body.

“You’re going to walk on this treadmill until I say you’re finished. If you slow down, you’re going to regret it.” I had shackled her hands to the sides of the machine, the base super wide to accommodate her enormous ass and thighs. Her belly rested on the top of her thighs, her heavy and saggy breasts pushing out in front of her and dragging her down. The angry red stretch marks contrasted nicely with her extremely pale skin, her back tattoo of angel wings stretched with her lard. She was shaking with fear.

“Please, master, I’m sorry! I won’t disappoint you again!” Her words fell on deaf ears.

“I know you won’t, piggy. I know you won’t.” I started the machine, and it’s slow pace already proved to be too much for her. I had a contingency in place for this.

With a loud snapping sound, the cattle prod I had produced let off a nasty shock to my pigs ass, striking her into moving faster to keep pace with the machine. Her breathing was heavy and erratic, her ruined and fattened body no match for this slow pace. Her pale skin soon became red in spots, and her face was all but a different color from exertion. Sweat pooled into her eyes and down her body, soaking the treadmill. I sent more jolts into her, forcing her to somehow keep up.

“Listen to me, you f*cking pig. If you don’t think I’ll keep you on this machine until your heart explodes, you’re dead wrong. And looking at you, that won’t be long.” She looked like she was trying to say something, but couldn’t get it out.
“STOP SLOWING DOWN” my voice shocked her into keeping pace, and it looked like tears began to fall from her eyes, mixing with the sweat. She was a wreck, physically and mentally.

“Master, it hurts so bad! I’m cramping up, I can’t keep-“ another shock sent a loud scream from her lips, before more gasping for air. I wish I had installed something to monitor her vitals-her heart rate was surely through the roof.

“Pig, if you collapse before I tell you to, I’ll starve you.” She knew I was serious, and kept going despite the enormous pain and stress her body was in. She had awful cramps at this point, and was probably close to having a heat stroke.

“Tell me you’re sorry.”
She struggled to get any words out, instead sounding like gibberish. I shut off the machine and freed her arms, with her collapsing on the floor in a heap of sweat and fat. She was gasping for air that she couldn’t get, due to her enormous chest compressing her lungs. I leaned over her, caressing her cheek.

“Alright now, my little princess. What’s going to happen next is this: you’re gonna get back in your bed, and get ready for your feeding. We have to really feed you extra today because of all those calories you lost. I’ll help you up.” With great difficulty, I ended up getting her back to her bariatric bed, her lungs still trying to catch up. She probably wouldn’t remember anything from this day, I probably fried her brain with that exercise session.

I was soon next to her enormous, naked body, feeding her a fresh batch of pancakes cupcakes and pastries I’d made. She greedily swallowed everything, as if it was the last thing she’d ever eat.

“Alright my little piggy princess, I hope we learned our lesson today.” I gave her a quick kiss on the forehead.

“If you ever go against me again, I’ll stick that cattle prod up your ass and leave it on until your heart pops like a balloon. Understand?”

I could see in her eyes she wouldn’t dare leave that bed again.