"Dinners ready." Picking himself up Jo waking into the kitchen. He was surprised to see a burger and fries waiting for him. His step mum always gave him salad's to keep him slim. He would always push her away and shout at her then order take out.
He started at his food hungrily munching. As he was coming up to the last bite he started to fall asleep.
When he woke up he was tied to the kitchen chair. Cold hard restraints bound his wrists and ankles to the chair. To his dismay infront of the entire dining table was covered in cakes, chocolate and pastries. He turned his head to see his step mum standing behind him with a evil smirk cut into her face.
He opened his mouth to speak but before even a sound left his mouth slice of cake was shoved in. He fought the food for about 10 seconds before giving up and chewing. As he opened his mouth to speak again another slice was shoved in. This pattern kept happening until the cake was finished.
Before he could even open his mouth a funnel was thrusted through his lips and farsighted in place. "Now you can't talk I'll explain what's happening," she started explaining "since you don't want to eat healthy you can eat unhealthy, I'm gonna feed you and make you a massive piggy."
No he didn't want to be a fat pig. Milk suddenly started coming out the funnel, he could feel his belly stretch and bloat as more and more milk fill his already stuffed gut. Finally he finished the milk and he could feel his stomach pressing up against his shirt.
His step mum rolled up his shirt exposing his bright red gut underneath. He held back a moan as she rubbed and he felt the tension ease. As he passed out.
He woke up to a pastry in his mouth. This time he didn't hesitate to start eating. More and more food she kept shovelling into his mouth. Pastry on pastry, cake on cake, donut on donut. His belly felt tight and bloated as she popped the funnel in his mouth and more milk filled his belly stretching it out more.
Over the next couple weeks these stuffings continued. His shirt got tighter and tighter.
Until one day she came in with a hoes and shoved it in his mouth. Grabbing his belly she said "today we are gonna brake that shirt of yours." She squeezed her thumb into his bellybutton and moved it around. Jo let out a little moan. Secretly he was starting to get turned when she rubbed his belly. He loved it when she slapped his fat and his hole body jiggled.
Without warning a sweet thick creamy started filling his belly. After about 5 minutes his shirt had started making tearing sounds. He felt the soft fabric squeezing his arm pits. Suddenly it ripped and his massive fat belly and man boobs flopped onto his lap. She grabbed one of his boobs and said "your gonna need a bra with all this."
As she squeezed his nipple little dribbles of milk started coming out. "Oh look what a fat cow," he moaned as she slapped his belly. Taking out the tube she sat on his lap rubbing her hands on the half bulge in his shorts. She started running her fingers in between his rolls and started squished and rubbing his belly. Jo could help but start moaning. "Ohhh does piggy like it when I play with him," she said sarcastically slapping his gut.
She shoved to tube back in his mouth and the creamy liquid started filling his belly again. Now he could feel his shorts straining as his fat pushed it to its limit. RIP! His shorts ripped. RIP! Next his boxers ripped letting his fat hard cock flop onto the chair.
After another week she came back with the tube saying "if you break the chair I'll reward you my fat pig." Again the creamy liquid started filling his belly after just 3 minutes the chair creaked then snapped Jo landing on on the floor unable to move as he was pinned down by his own weight. He just lay there and finished the last of the cream.
He moaned as she lifted his fat and grabbed his long, fat, hard cock and started jerking him off. He couldn't hold it in and started moaning as loud as he could cum squirting everywhere. He started coming harder as he entered her wet cunt. She grabbed his fat and rubbed in as she kissed him and moaned, whispering "what a good little piggy you will be."
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Revenge
Teen FictionJo had moved in with his step mum because his father died and she was now taking care of him. Jo's step mum always kept fit and healthy and the only food she ever made were healthy salads and small salmon based dishes. No alway rejected her and on...