As I walk down the street i get the feeling that I'm being followed. I shake it off and continue walking home. But before I open the door, I'm bashed on the head.
*two hours later*
I wake up with an immense pain up my side. I try to hold it, but my hands are tied. I look down and see my shirt is tighter and a bit of my belly is poking out. It looks flabby and disgusting.
I'm tied to a chair and at a large dinner table. Its covered in many foods. And on the wall in front of me I see a timeline looking rack of clothes, the beginning one being about my size, maybe a bit bigger, then the one at the end looks like it could cover the entirety of Texas.
I see that my jeans are digging into my stomach, fucking perfect. I wriggle against the ropes but nothing happens. I give up and just sit. About 5 minutes later there is someone massaging my stomach.
I try to pull away but every time I do the person grabs my stomach hard and I groan out in pain. The person comes out from behind me and looks me up and down. "You'll do nicely...."he says. He grabs a cupcake and puts it to my mouth. I shake my head no but he opens my mouth and shoves it down my throat anyways.
"You will eat. And do whatever I tell you, because if you don't, you'll be right where your husband is." He says. It pains me to think of my husband who died a while back... But how does this guy know? He grabs a needle and injects my belly with it.
"Now, what would you like?" He asks me. I stay silent, "okay fine." He says "then you eat what ever I give you..." He smiles and grabs a burger. He puts it to my lips like the cake, but this time I eat it, slowly. "Faster little pig" he says, he gets impatient and sits on my legs, and puts his body against mine. He pushes he burger into my mouth .
It goes into my stomach and I see it has grown a bit, my shirt is very strained against my skin, and my pink belly is popping out. He massages my belly with one hand and feeds me with the other.
I groan in pain as he pinches my belly hard. I gasp and he shoves seven cookies into my mouth at once. He tips my head back and pours milk into it. It goes into my throat. "Good little pig..." He says. You can obviously see my stomach growing fast... Really fast. Fucking perfect.
"You thirsty?" He smiles. I slowly nod, and he goes to grab a soda. He gets a large bottle of coke. He shakes it up, and puts it in my mouth, I gulp it down. "Now, while its still fresh inside your fat self, " he mutters pulling out a pack of mentos.
He puts them into my mouth, not letting me chew them, and i swallow them with more soda. He continues this for about an hour. When he's done, it looks like I'm pregnant with triplets, my arms look like fat tubes of meat, my ass has ripped the back of my jeans, I have a fat double chin, the button on my jeans have long ago popped off, and my legs are ripping my pants open.
My stomach aches and feels like its about to burst. "Want more?" He smiles. I shake my head no. "Say it.." He says "N-no more" I say. "More? Okay little piggy." He smiles. He goes and grabs a big wedding cake. I keep muttering things like "no" or "too full" but he does nothing, he just shoves cake in my face.
When he is done with that, he unties me and walks to the other side of the room. "Come on my little Piggy. Walk to me and then we can get you out of those ripped monstrosities." He says confidently. I try to get up, but my stomach weighs me down.
I waddle over there slowly and I hold my belly as I walk because it is in so much pain. "Ah my dear come on." He smiles watching me jiggle and moan in pain as I walk. He ends up grabbing the third pair of pants and fourth top in the timeline of clothes. He walks me to a bed in a different room and pushes me on it, then laughs as I try to sit up.
