blubberchubx:“We only have an hour before dinner so you can have a snack while we wait.”
blubberchubx:“We only have an hour before dinner so you can have a snack while we wait.” The muscular feeder stared at his fatboy. He could barely fit and had to use two chairs as not to break one. 750 lbs. A lovely sight. Every pound of this fatty lard heap was his. He wanted him bigger of course. The fatty had wanted to stop but he was the one in charge now. This would be one of the last times the pig would leave the house, and soon the bed would be his home. He watched as his pig sweated as he stared at the food. While the pig claimed he wanted to stop growing, his eyes said something else. So did his little cock that was buried somewhere in an abyss of pure fat. This was his third pig in nine years. They usually only lasted about three years with him. The current one had been with him for three years now. Once they got stuck inside, they blew up quickly. Then the feeder’s dark side would come into the play. He longed for the pleasure of exploring and owning a 1000 lbs glutton again. Soon he would. He looked at his pathetic victim. Only 24 years and his future would only consist of food and fat. Maybe sex if he did as he was told. The man tried to hide his grin as his cold eyes met the eyes of the ravenous fatty. “Eat up, piggy, if you hurry we’ll have time for some ice cream before dinner.” He handed the fat slob the trays, sat back and enjoyed the show as food, grease and sweat covered the glutton’s face. -- source link