It's Okay To Let Go

Present Mic looked at the building again, its derelict walls moved with every passing wind, he was hungry but he tried his best to ignore his stomach and focus on patrol. He looked at the lights all around him. He was alone he chose to be alone because he wanted to be taken seriously.

"Well no villains, tonight I should head home," Present Mic said.

"Are you sure?" came a voice from beside him.

"Who are you?" Present Mic asked.

The women smiled and let out a high-pitched cackle. She came out from the dark revealing her form to him. She revealed he hand they were like stingers, her red dress exposed her porcelain flesh. She lunged a stinger at the hero.

"I am called the mistress of gluttony care to find out why" The woman lunged again and again at the voice hero. Present Mic dodged best he could, slowly becoming exhausted. Finally, the woman nailed him in the arm.

"What did you do" Present Mic heard his belly gurgle leading to a long 'PHRRRRRRRRRRMMMMP' of fart from his rear. He groped his growing belly feeling it fill up with more and more of whatever it was causing him to have gas.

"Oh my you are a cute one you will make a great pig slave, your belly is getting quite round," The Mistress said with a cackle she came closer to him and breathed in the musk of his fart.

"What did you BWOOOOOOORRRRRP do" Present Mic belched feeling a strange feeling of satisfaction, and trying to ignore it.

"Well, my stingers are enlaced with an agent that can make even the simplest of heroes grow to be filled with numerous amounts of ice cream" The mistress cackle caressing his forming moobs. Present Mic grunted letting out a reverberating fart from his rear. Ice cream crept out from his mouth in little drool strands. He was beginning to lose himself to this new feeling.

"N-No...I...I...a-am....a....h-he...URRRRRRP" Present Mic moaned after burping feeling his mind erase everything but act like a fat, and gassy pig.

"That's it pig it's okay to let go," The mistress said with a smile. Present Mic let out a long sputter of a fart. Present Mic looks at his distended midsection, had it finally stopped growing, but he wanted to be huge and serve The Mistress.

"Me want be fatter," He said letting out a loud 'BRRRRRRRRAAAAAAPPPP' of a fart from his rear.

"Awww you will be fed soon don't worry" The Mistress rubbed his belly making him oink with glee. The Mistress pressed her stinger into his plump shoulder. Present Mic groans filling stretch marks form on his hanging gut, feeling his pants rip at the seams to reveal doughy flesh. Present Mic let out several puffs of gas from his rear and mouth as more and more ice cream filled him up his shirt already shreds, and his pants not far behind.

"You're becoming such a good pig"

"oink oink" 'BRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPP'.

"let's continue to feel that belly of yours".