"the dealer- new victim" author: joshbi

"Where the Hell? What the *** is going on?"
This was Will's initial reaction, waking up in a sterile white room, almost like a hospital room, only without all of the equipment, and he was laying on a large king sized bed, instead of one of those uncomfortable hospital beds, with a sheet covering his lower half. Will's next reaction is to get up and find out where he is and what he's doing here, only one problem....he can't move. He is able to turn his head to see what's binding him and, to his surprise, he is not tied down or hindered in anyway. His limbs are lying limply at his sides, his legs limply in front of him, and yet he can't move, he's paralyzed. At this point Will begins to panic, shaking his head side to side, hoping momentum will get him moving. He does this for what seems like hours, not once able to move himself even the slightest distance. He finally gives up, either from exhaustion or realization of his situation. He begins to grow tired after hours of exertion. Soon he begins to drift into sleep, when suddenly he hears laughing coming from far away....and its growing louder. He is unable to pinpoint the direction in his delirium; maybe he's losing his mind? maybe these auditory hallucinations are the culmination of hours of panic, stress and physical exercise.....or maybe it's been days....Will can't remember how long he's been here, yet alone how long it's been since he's had to eat or go to the bathroom. As he contemplates these things in his sleep induced hysteria, a door opens, the laughter is now inside his room.
"You know, I've seen my fair share of reactions to this, but you my dear, take the cake hahaha" this is no dream, no hallucination...someone is definitely in the room with him.
"For days now, you've been shaking your head back and forth fervently, trying in vain to release yourself from your invisible bonds, when only now do you realize just how ***ed you really are" as this last line hits Will with a force more physical than anything he's ever felt before, a figure comes into view....its a woman
she stands over him, and he can now get a good look at her: she stands about 5'8 from his estimation, shoulder length black hair, very beautiful face with her cute curled smirk, red lipstick covering her pouty lips, cute upturned nose, quite honestly one of the most beautiful woman he's ever seen in person, and the feature the stands out most to him, her fierce hazel-red eyes. Never before has he seen such a color, he is entranced by her eyes, staring down at him as if he was a piece of meat for her to do with as she pleased.
Will has so many things running through his mind, so many angry thoughts and threats he wants to scream at the top of his lungs towards this woman, but all the comes out is a feeble "why?". She smirks at him, walks over and bends down into his ear; she whispers "it's my job".
"You are here to become another one of my products, that is WHY you are here" she says to him matter-of-factly.
"What do you mean product?" will says faintly in reply
"Let's just say I'm a farmer of sorts, and you're the product I grow and sell to those who need it, and like most good farmers, your success is based on not only the number you have, but the size as well" she gently chuckles to herself
Will is very much confused by this analogy, still unable to get a straight answer for why he is here in this predicament. As he lies there contemplating this he begins to feel sensation returning to his fingers, he begins to wiggle them back and forth, and slowly sensation is returning to all his limbs, very faint at first. Unfortunately for Will, she notices this, walks around the corner from him and returns with a syringe, she sticks it in his neck and immediately he feels numb again all over.
"Silly me, I always get so excite about his part that I forget to inject the serum into you patients a second time, now that should keep you docile for another week or so"
"Another week? Have I been here a week?" Will responds
"oh yes, that's how it works for all my patients, I keep you like this the first week to weaken your body and mind, I make sure not to feed you to work up an appetite, and I make sure to flush your body out to give me a clean slate to work with, the catheter in your bladder and the tube in your ass make sure you never have to leave this bed for restroom purposes. Wouldn't want my new fatty working any of the meals off now would I?" she replies as she rubs his flat stomach
"Fatty? What do you mean fatty?" Will asks in fear and confusion
"I'm surprised you haven't figured it out yet, I'm 'the Dealer' after all, well that's what others like to call me anyway. I pick out potential fatties off the street, mold them into perfect piggies of various sizes and shapes, then sell them off to various buyers around the world, for them to do with as they please. Have you never heard of me?" the woman asks perplexed
"....No" Will responds, lip quivering
"well then, I think I need to get people's attention, and you've just given me an idea, but that can wait , for now we need to begin the gaining, got a business to run after all" she says while playfully pinching his cheek. "I love this part very much".
With that statement she leaves the room for a moment only to return with a rather large and strange machine. The first thing Will notices about it is the gigantic clear cylinder protruding from the top, filled with a dark brown fluid, " not very appetizing looking" Will thinks to himself. Around the bottom of the cylinder reside four piston-like protrusions sticking out above the rest of the machine. The bulk of the machine contains many buttons and displays on it, none of which make any sense to Will. She rolls the machine up next to him and begins hooking things up to various outlets for power, and other cords and wires are attached to various parts of his body. As she attaches these to him, parts of the machine begin to turn on, one to measure his heart rate, another to measure his blood pressure. There is a 0% figure displayed that Will has no clue on what it is supposed to show. The last chord she hooks up plugs into the side of the bed, as soon as that is hooked up, the number '172lbs' is displayed in large green digital text. Next she places a bed sheet over his entire body, thin enough for will to see a faint outline of his svelte physique and all the wires attached to his body. The last thing she does is hook a tube into what looks like a gas mask. She walks over to place to make over his face when she stops and looks down at him with a rather stern look and utters three terrifying words.
"Any last Words?"









"What do you mean?" Will utters almost under his breath
"Once the mask goes on it ain't coming off until you're on your way out, I usually don't give a damn about giving the others a chance like this, but there's something about you I like, so...make it count" she says very erotically
"Please...don't do this....I just want to go home, please...I don't want to be here!" Will pleads with as much energy as he can muster
"How heartbreaking, truly, I'll be crying myself to sleep tonight boohoohoohoo" she replies very mockingly
She's laughing to herself and she begins to attach the mask to his face, a strap wraps over his head, which she adjusts to tightly grip the top half of his skull from all sides. The mask wraps securely over his mouth, sealed around it tight enough to make sure nothing spills out. Will begins to protest through the mask, begging her to stop, or at least allow him another chance for his last words. The tube attached to the mask is then forced through his mouth and down his throat, as this woman skillfully maneuvers it down into his stomach
Tears form in his eyes from the pain of the ordeal. She turns the machine on and the four pistons begin to rhythmically churn, pumping the fluid out of the cylinder and into the tube. Will can now see how thick the fluid is, it takes four powerful pistons to pump it through the tube, and still moves through very slowly. After about a minute or so, it finally hits his mouth, he can feel the weight of it slide down the tube, deeper down his throat until it finally hits his gut. Each steady churn of the four pistons pushes a little more inside, and now Will notices the display on the machine has gone up to 1%. Every two churns from the machine forces it to grow another 1%.
"This machine is a miracle of modern technology I've always thought. It will constantly pump your gut full to 100% capacity. That means it will make sure your stomach is just full enough not to rupture, stretching it out most efficiently." She says this while she lays her head unto his stomach. "Once it hits 100% it shuts down, waits for your body to process the fluid until your capacity decreases to 50% then turns back on. Pretty cool huh?" she tells him this while rubbing his now slightly rounded belly
Will just stares at the machine, '5%'. This is all he sees and now he only hopes by some miracle she lets him go once it hits 100%, hoping that this entire ordeal has been somebody's idea of a cruel and sick joke. Will takes solace in the fact that he can't feel any of this; he could only imagine the pain that would be inflicted upon him as it neared 100%.
"8%" her voice snaps him out of his daydreaming. "You're coming along pretty nicely piggy, I think everything should be set for you, attendants will come in periodically to check your vitals and refill the machine, I'll check back on you in a while, Have fun you ***ing glutton" she snickers to herself as she begins to walk out of the room.
"oh yes, I have one more thing for you" and with this remark she hits a switch and the wall in front of Will slides apart to reveal a very large, wide mirror. Through this he is able to get a great look at himself, and the first thing that catches his eye is his belly protruding a few inches upward. "You're welcome" her last words before shutting the door behind her, and leaving Will to lie paralyzed, bloated, and terrified. As he lies there, he closes his eyes and reminisces on his last memory before he awoke in this hell hole.
He had just finished having sex with the latest slutty piece he picked up at a bar earlier that day. This woman also happened to be the 13th......maybe the 14th.....he lost count...woman he's cheated on his fiancé' with. Will was always a hit with women, and over the course 8 years, from when he first had sex at 15 with his then high school sweetheart, he estimated his sexual partners to be around 60-65. He was always on the lookout for potential new partners, even though he was in a 'serious' relationship for the past 4 years. His fiancé' Christine, about as nice and kind-hearted a person you could ever meet, was completely oblivious to his cheating. She spent most of her time working or going to school, with her ultimate goal wanting to be a doctor, Pediatrician specifically. All her time away gave Will plenty of opportunity to play, and he took full advantage. He would prowl local pubs, bars, clubs, any place with plenty of hot drunk girls he could take advantage of. Any girl he picked up he would take to a local motel, and any girl who grew suspicious of why he was in a motel, he would lie to a state he was there on business. This last girls name was Sarah....or was it Shauna? Anyway, he had finished and sent her on her way home, the kind of gentleman Will was. After he cleaned himself up he decided to go to the soda machine to quench his thirst. The last thing he remembers is feeling a pinch on his neck and then blacking out. These thought brings Will to tears, only now he wishes he could have been different. Only now does he realize how much he misses Christine, and how sorry he is he ever cheated on her. Only now does he realize this must be karma, for all the women he cheated with. He snaps out of his thoughts to see where the machines at.
"57%" he can't believe this, he looks down at his stomach to see it protruding out enough to make him look like he's in the 4 month of pregnancy
For the next few hours, Will drifts in and out of consciousness, the entire time staring as the machine displays the numbers: 64%.........68%.....75%.......89%.........92%
As the machine approaches 100%, Will stares at his immense belly. He can actually hear it stretching, straining to hold itself together. It rests a foot and a half above him. At 97% his belly button officially becomes an outie, with a very loud pop. The machine stops pumping and as the number displays "100%". Will is still clinging to hope this is the end of his ordeal, that this was all just a lesson in being a better person, any minute now someone will walk through that door to release him and send him on his way. He thinks these wonderful fantasies as he closes his eyes and begins to drift to sleep......
Hours later......
Will is awakened to the piercing sound of the machine starting up again, he looks around in shock. His eyes take a second to focus on the machine and he realizes what's happening..... "50%" the machine reads "50%". "She was right.....this isn't going to end......I'm really stuck here.......no....." these are the thought drifting through his head as he's stuffed silly again.......and again....and again......









~~ "Where am I? I can't breathe!!" Will is struggling to move around in the darkness, it's getting harder to breathe. Will tries to move but is being held still by an invisible force. He can hear noises around him, he cannot tell if it is the humming of a machine nearby or a multitude of people mumbling, gasping, and talking amongst each other. No matter how much he tries to move he makes no progress in any direction, he's just floating in the darkness. As he floats here, a vision flashes before his eyes.....his fiancée Christine, she stares at him in disgust and contempt. He calls out to her, apologizes to her, and pleads for forgiveness. She turns away and begins to vanish right before his eyes, he tries to reach out for her, begging her not to go, but again he can't move a muscle. As she fades away before his eyes, a light shines down upon him from above. He looks up, and is blinded by its brightness, but it allows him to look around and he sees what's pinning him down........it's his immense body~~
"Wake up Fatty!" Will is startled awake only to be greeted by his captor, he realizes he was dreaming.
"You look like you were having a hell of a dream piggy, care to talk about it?" she says this as she mockingly holds her hand to her ear and bends down right next to the mask, knowing full well there's no chance of communication
"Not very talkative lately are you? All you seem to do is gorge yourself and sleep, you should try getting up sometime, getting some exercise" she teases as she gently grips one of his new, fat rolls.
Will has been hooked to this machine for two weeks, not that he would know. Will spends most days by himself aside from the occasional person who comes in to refill the machine and check on him, not that he would be able to have a conversation with them anyway. To keep himself busy he thinks constantly about his life before, past mistakes, and mostly about his fiancée. There are no windows to count days and nights, no clock to tell time, no sense of existence at all really...aside from his growing form.
"Take a look at the read out piggy" she points to the display on the machine. "216lbs, 44lb gain in two weeks isn't bad piggy, but I still think I should increase the speed a couple notches, after all, your body can't keep processing what isn't there right?" She begins to turn the dial on the side of the machine, he can't see the settings but based on how fast it's going now, it must have been on the lowest setting this entire time. The pistons are pumping nearly four times faster, forcing the fluid through the tube with so much force it begins to whip the tube around. This is very uncomfortable for Will, not only does it move around inside his throat, but the most uncomfortable part is watching his new chubby body wiggle back and forth from the force of it. Fat ripples slightly across his entire body, mainly his gut, which seems to be getting to brunt of the weight.
She begins to giggle to herself, a giggle that frightens Will. It's half a giggle of mockery and half a giggle of pleasure. She begins to bite her lower lip watching this happen, obviously aroused by watching this once svelte chauvinist become a chubby little weakling.
"You're growing so nicely piggy, I may have to give you a treat later if you keep this up" she rests her hand atop his globular gut, expanding in all directions before their eyes. "87% capacity piggy, over a quarter of that was forced inside in the last 30 seconds" she lays her head against it, listening to the gurgling of a body forcing itself to digest all of this as fast as possible. She hears a stomach straining, crying from being constantly pushed to its limits for two weeks straight. She hears the sloshing of massive amounts of thick fattening fluid pouring inside, it sounds almost like the ocean to her. She smirks and gently kisses his belly through the sheet covering him. She looks him in the eye, with those beautiful, hypnotic hazel-red eyes of hers. "You have a surprise coming your way piggy, once this says 300lbs" she points to the display.
The mere thought of being 300lbs would sink down hard into his gullet if there was room. The surprise she speaks of gets his mind racing a million miles a second. IS 300lbs the limit before I'm released? What if she was serious about selling me, is that when I'm given to some pervert? Maybe she'll let me talk to her then? Or worse, maybe that's when she puts this machine on full blast and ends this for me.
These thoughts flow through his psyche in a matter of a couple seconds to her. She notices he's deep in thought, she leans down to his ear and whispers, "Keep it up fatty, your making me very proud" this statement pulls him back to reality just in time to hear the machine beep. "100%". She kisses him on his cheek then leaves the room. Will is left there, staring at his belly, which seems to be able to hold more and more each time. He can hear the gurgling and squealing of his obviously upset stomach try to digest this mass. Aside from the occasional visit from this woman known only as the Dealer, his stomach seems to be the only other thing that tries to communicate, at least that's what it sounds like to Will. Will tries his hardest to keep thoughts like this from creeping up in his consciousness, knowing he needs to try and keep his sanity as long as he can. After all its only been a few weeks since he was first put here, he assures himself that his fiancée has long ago called the authorities to locate him, he knows this bitch keeping him here had to of made a mistake that will lead them here any day now. To Will this is a waiting game now, holding out as long as he can until he can go back to living a normal life, once he works off this fat of course.
Will lets these thoughts resonate in his mind for a few days, even as attendants come in to do their daily duties, but there is one thing that keeps him grounded from time to time...the rising number on the dial. Yesterday, one of the attendants was given permission to increase speed one more notch, and he estimates his body can digest these meals back down to 50% about 5 times a day now, this of course is having dramatic effects on his form. His stomach is huge, rising nearly 3 feet in the air from his lying form, while he can make out rolls forming at his sides through the sheet. He can see his hips and back side have grown quite a bit as well, widening a little more each day. He has a solid B cup resting above his massive gut. He can't feel any of his new weight, the only thing he can feel is fatter is his neck, which now has two full chins, which are beginning to limit his neck movement slightly. He's staring at the machine now, "97 % capacity, 292lbs". In a few seconds the machine reads full capacity and stops pumping as usual, and as soon as it does he hears multiple people enter his room, this is new.
Four attendants walk into the room, each carrying a rope of some sort in their hands, they each take a corner of the bed and attach one end to the posts of the king sized bed. The ropes have handcuffs on the other ends, and they begin to attach them to his limbs. His arms are lifted up for him, from underneath the sheet, and he can now see some fat as accumulated there, but it mainly looks like a limp, weak slab of meat, no muscle definition at all. He can't see his feet from this angle with his gut in the way, but he is sure they are the same as well. He doesn't understand why they're doing this, he's already paralyzed, and there is no point. They finish what they came to do and leave, leaving him lying there, limply tied to the four corners of the bed.
He lies there for hours wondering why they would do that, when suddenly he's struck with an overwhelming feeling. He's beginning to feel intense pain in his gut, so bad he can't think straight.....the serum is wearing off. His body has had the ability to acclimate itself to the intense feedings, but he hasn't. The pain grows by the second as the serum slowly brings him back to the realm of sensory recognition. As he tries desperately to calm his nerves and get used to this.
As he tries so desperately, the worst thing begins to happen, but Will is too pain stricken to notice.
The machine just turned back on...









Will almost passes out from the pain; his stomach feels to him like it is going to rupture.
Will tries to scream out in pain, but all that can be heard is muffled gargling and moaning. He tries as best as he can to pull at the restraints, he puts all he has into trying to rip him from bondage and turn that damn machine off. From his perspective he's putting in a valiant, heroic effort to break free; he's showing a true feat of determination and strength to get out of this. In reality he looks only slightly stronger than a newborn, weakly flailing his arms and legs, putting no real strain on the bonds. The machine displays "67%" when he finally grows too weak and tired from the excursion and pain in his ever growing gut. He lies there for a minute, being ruthlessly stuffed and for the first time having to endure the pain of it all.
Tears are forming in his eyes and begin rolling down his cheeks. IT continues like this for 15 minutes then the machine turns off once it hits "90%". This is new, and confuses Will greatly, but he's unable to concentrate too much on it; he's in a pain stricken delirium. He snaps out of it however when he hears footsteps approaching his room, accompanied by another sound he can't make out. The Dealer comes through the door, bringing with her a cart of actual food. Two attendants follow closely behind her, servants to her every word.

"Remove his mask, now!" she tells the attendant to behind her to the right. "You're very lucky fatty, you're the first piggy to have this mask removed before they were sold off." She begins to sensually walk up toward his face, gently rubbing her fingers over his new form, over every roll and crevasse. She bites her bottom lip at the thought of knowing she did this to him, knowing every new roll was formed by her special formula. She has taken quite a liking to this one in particular. She never tries to form a relationship of any kind with her piggies, she makes sure to keep this professional, it's easier that way, but this one has big things in his future.
"You're making me very happy piggy, I've taken a liking to you, which is why you've been given this opportunity" she looks deep into his eyes, as he does into hers.
The tube is pulled out forcibly, causing his eyes to water even more, and the masked is removed in time for him to reply.
"Wha......do you......want....now?.." he replies, breathing very heavily and grunting from the pain
"Now, Now Piggy..." she responds by pushing down on his stomach harder and harder, "That's no way to say hello, is it?" He begins to cry out in pain now, as she smashes his very full stomach. Some of the fluid in his gut is forced up and out of his mouth, dribbling down his chins and chest.
"My, My, such a messy boy aren't we? Well at least there's more room now," she reaches for big slice of rich chocolate cake, oozing with fudge, she brings it up to his mouth, "Open wide ***!"
Will tries his hardest to keep his mouth shut but the pain is too great for him, he cries out as one of the attendants pushes on his belly. As soon as his mouth is open, The Dealer forces the entire chunk of cake into his fat cheeks, leaving no crumb out. Will wants to spit it out but two things stop him: the first is the thought of what she'll do to him if he struggles or resists in any way, the other is more terrifying to him....he wants the food. It's been weeks since he's eaten any real food, yet alone tasted anything. The cake is just too delicious to him, and he suddenly wants more. He chews the piece as fast as he can, savoring every bite, every bursting pocket of fudge, every rich flavor of chocolate, overwhelming him into flavor orgasm.
"That's such a good piggy, eat every bite" she coos sensually at him as another large chunk of cake is shoved into his gaping maw, "You know I never do this piggy, I have never personally fed one of my products like this, but I have big plans in store for you, and I figured I might as well have my fun in the process." Over the course of the next 15 minutes, she masterfully stuffs a total of 18 large chunks of this cake into Will, making sure every single crumb reaches his gut, which is now incredibly round and tight. The pain has subsided some for Will. As the two attendants take turns massaging his belly as he's stuffed mercilessly. It helps Will to focus as much as he can on the delicious cake, and not too much on the pain and negative thoughts that constantly tries to creep into his mind.
"Take a look piggy" she points to the display on the machine, "301lbs! I'm so proud of you, I think it's time for that treat I promised." She begins to kiss and rub his belly, she begins to slowly move upward, kissing his newly formed man boobs, rubbing her tongue gently across the nipple of each one. She makes her way up his fat neck, then his plump cheek, until she reaches his ear and whispers to him, "Your all mine you know, you have no more say in the matter" she begins to slide her hand down his chest and onto his large gut, "This is mine to do with as I please, I will make it grow as large as I want, you're not going anywhere, you're not for sale." Will is too scared to reply, he begins to shake slightly, causing his form to ripple, like a lake surface during a light drizzle. She pulls away from his head, but continues to keep her beautiful eyes fixed on his. She reaches underneath the sheet and his gut, and she finds his member, and gives it a hard squeeze. "This is no longer yours to do with as you please. This is no longer yours to cheat with, it is MINE!! And I choose when it can be used or touched in any way." She begins to squeeze his balls hard, causing him to let out a scream that sounds more beast than man, almost like a squeal.
"You cheated with dozens of women, you lied to your fiancée constantly, and all the while she continued to stay by your side, she continued to love you unconditionally" she begins to twist his balls slowly now. "You know ***, she actually cried for the first couple days you were gone, she was even gonna call the authorities to report you missing. She spent every waking hour thinking of you, until someone sent her a mysterious envelope, filled with pictures and videos of your unfaithfulness. I did set up your last several encounters after all, so there was plenty to use. After she saw that she figured you ran off with some skank, that's what she told all of your friends and loved ones. They all knew who you really were, that's why no one cared you were gone, and they figured you were off living with some slut. No one tried to look for you, no one made an effort to know if you're ok, Hell, no one even picked up the damn phone to try and find you!! Nobody cares where you are; nobody cares if your alive Piggy, but I do." She begins to release her grip and let go of his manhood. "I love you very much piggy; you're going to be my prized piglet someday, and all you have to do accept it. I'll make sure you get all of the food you could ever desire and much, much more. You are mine forever piggy, til death do us part, and I am the only one person you'll ever see, ever talk to, and ever love again."
Will is sobbing uncontrollably now, he knows now that there is no hope of leaving; he knows she is in complete control over him, he has no choices anymore. "To show you how much I care..." she rolls the cart over to her so its within arm's reach, and she begins to feed him the rest of the treats with her right hand, while simultaneously stroking his manhood with the left. Will ate the food, trying his best to find the joy in this, knowing it's all he has. Each bite brings him closer to orgasm, and each bite puts more and more strain on his ever growing belly. 8 slices in, he cums in her hand, his eyes roll back on pleasure, and after a he regains himself, he glares at the display, "100% capacity, 304lbs". She doesn't speak a word to him, she just kisses him on the belly, gives it a hug then leaves. The Attendants put the mask back on him and clean him up. They soon depart as well, and Will now let's all of the past couple hours sink in, He knows this will be the place he lives the rest of his life.









Will has been living in a very long dream with no end. To him he has been here for eternity, an eternity of never ending stuffing.
4 Months have passed since he was first brought to this place, and the time has not been kind to his body.
Will weighs in at 798lbs, and the bed sheet that used to cover him not simply rests on his massive form. His largest feature is his gut. It is around three feet high and five feet wide from his estimation, and has long since blocked his view of the mirror in front of him, but he doesn't need to see it to know his condition. His arms are thick and riddled with rolls fat, each as large as his gut when he was 250lbs. His chest sports enormous man breasts, now beginning to look more and more like a fat lady's buxom bosom, they lie at his sides resting where his arm fat and back fat meet. He can't see his lower half too much, but he does notice his rear end spills out as wide, if not slightly wider across as his gut. He can feel his thigh fat pressing hard into each other all the way down to his knee. He feels rolls of fat enveloping his feet, slowly but surely. He has been unrestrained for a month, but his massive size and weakened condition have left him immobile.
"Almost at another milestone piggy, ready for another treat?" this voice is all he's known these past 4 months, and he has grown to love and respect it. This woman has made him into what he is today, and yet she is his only company, his only caretaker, his only lover, and his only friend. Every 100lbs he gains, she would come in, feed him delicious food, and treat him to a night of orgasmic pleasure. These goals excite him now, because he knows the type of love and physical contact it entails. She knows just how he feels, and is not surprised by it, it was her plan all along.
"You look hungry piggy, you want some delicious food?" she asks him, almost like she's talking to a baby. Will nods as best as he can, which is really just him shaking his chins and cheek meat up and down. "You don't seem to sure, you gotta want it!" she holds a large greasy slice of pizza just above his face, grease begins to drip down unto his cheek, and Will tries with all his might to lick it off, to no avail. She holds the slice, which is loaded with all kinds of delicious looking meats and cheeses, just a few inches away from his eagerly awaiting mouth. He tries with all his might to lift his head the few inches needed, he needs that slice of pizza. Every time he tries to lift his head, all that happens is his chins, bunch together, stopping his progression.
"If you don't want it I can take it to one of my other pigs, I bet they would eagerly want to it!!hahaha" she begins to cruelly laugh at him now, while she hovers the pizza over his face, causing grease to drip everywhere but inside his mouth. Will struggles like this for a few minutes, he's used to this kind of treatment, this isn't the first time she's teased him like this. Will finally gives up from exhaustion, sweating profusely now, and he begins to sob and whine slightly. "Awww you really wants this don't you? Well you can have all you want, don't cry" she giggles to herself as she shoves the entire slice in his mouth, filling his cheeks completely, leaving him unable to close his mouth as he chews it viciously. She wastes no time and shoves another piece in before he can quite finish the first. This continues as slice after slice, and pizza after pizza is forced into him, and occasionally she sings her own version of pop goes the weasel to him.
"He opens his mouth, I shove it in, to feed the greedy piggy, but feed him too much and pretty soon, POP! Goes the piggy" she laughs to herself every time she sings this to him. After 4 extra-large pizzas are forced into him, she begins to feed him dessert, which tonight consists of 4 dozen donuts, 3 large cheesecakes, and a gallon of her special formula. The machine says he weighs in at 805lbs and is at 96% capacity when she begins to feed him the first donut. Will is in great pain, he has gotten used to these stuffing's as much as he can, but she makes sure they never get easier, she makes sure he out does himself each time.
"You know piggy, I'm not going to be able to check in on you as much anymore" she says coyly to him as she trudges through the first dozen donuts.
"I'm growing far too busy to keep feeding you like this, so I think we need to go back to the machine from here on out." Will tries to plea to her and ask her why, but she makes sure he can't speak. "I want you to enjoy this meal from me; it's highly possible it's the last one you'll get from me." She continues on through the donuts, half of the gallon of formula and 2 of the cheesecakes in silence, only humming pleasantly to herself. Will has been lying there in disbelief at what she's told him. She finishes the cheesecake as the machine beeps to indicate he's at 100%. "Damn, your full piggy, and we still have formula left...." She stares and the jug, "Oh well, what could it hurt?" she smiles devilishly at him and she rests the jug in his mouth and begins to tilt it up. Will is forced to swallow it or choke, and every gulp sends horrible pain throughout his body. It takes him 10 minutes to fit the rest inside, but he eventually succeeds.
"God job piggy, I'll let you rest a while before I have someone comes in to put the mask back on you" she finishes this statement by kissing him on his plump greasy lips, "Keep it up piggy, see you later."
With this she turns and leaves to room, leaving Will massive, bloated and alone. He is in a great deal of pain, and tries to take his mind off it by reminiscing on his life before all of this. He tries to remember all of the women he slept with, whose names he never once cared to learn. He tries to recall his family and friends, but most of all he thinks of his fiancée Catherine.......or was it Karen? He can't remember her name; he tries to remember what she looked like. She had long black hair....or was it short and brown? He begins to confuse her with some of the other woman he's been with. He eventually falls asleep, and is once again plagued by nightmares of growing fatter and seeing all his loved ones repulsed by him. He is awoken a few hours later, as an attendant comes in to put the mask back on him; he knows it's time to feed again. It doesn't take long for him to be put back in the same situation he's been in, only difference now is the machine is turned up all the way this time. Will accepts this, as he lies there and feels himself grow and grow. Growing fatter is her goal for him, and growing fatter he shall.









Wills fate has long since been sealed and he's known it now for months. It's been 6 months since The Dealer announced she would leave him be, and true to her word, Will has only seen her twice during that time. The last time she visited, she'd thought she'd surprise him with a massive meal and a handjob, but she couldn't reach nor find his penis, not under his current immensity. So instead she just fed him amazing food and played with his many, many rolls. She marveled at him, never before had she made somebody so immensely fat, and she made sure to tell him over and over about it.
Will was very happy with his size because of two reasons: for one he made her happy, and that was all he could hope for now and another reason was he knew it couldn't go on much longer, they both did. Will has been unable to turn his head to look at the machine for 4 months, and last he saw he was at 1076lbs. He knew he had to be close to, if not past, a ton by now and for the last few months, he's needed constant attention and medical treatment. He thinks he's had a couple heart attacks over that span, but other than that, they have been keeping him alive and well, and lately it's been harder and harder for them to do. He can hear his heart rate through the machine, and it is constantly pulsing at an incredible rate, oxygen tubes have long ago been needed to provide air into his over stressed lungs. He knows no human can live at this size, and it has been a miracle that he even made it this long.
He covers the entire king sized bed and has begun to sag off it in places. The sheet now rest atop his belly, and looks more like a napkin now in comparison. His breasts are massive, the size of obese bellies all by themselves. His belly is indistinguishable, more mounds and rolls than any other discernible shape. He hasn't seen his legs in months, but can feel his feet swallowed by fat and his thighs are spilling over the entire lower half of the bed. His ass rivals his gut in width, spilling over the bed more and more each day. His arms blend in with the rest of his top half, his fingers hidden under various rolls.
"How are we doing today piggy?" a familiar voice asks him lovingly. Will has been unable to form words for a while now and instead lets out a low, drawn out whine in response, trying his best to tell her, "Not so good." "I can't believe you've made it this long piggy, I didn't think sizes like this were possible, and we both know there isn't much time left." She reaches in and plants a long drawn out kiss on his cheek. She begins to rub his massive form, "You know piggy, I never let my pigs grow larger than 400lbs before I sell them off, but I've had special plans in store for you from the beginning." She sprawls herself out over him, like a child would to a large stuffed animal. "After our first discussion I knew I couldn't sell you, I knew you were destined for bigger things than being someone else's piggy. You said to me that day that you had never heard of me, and I figured I wasn't advertising myself well enough, and that's when I got the idea of what to do with you."
Will stares blankly in front of him; it's all he can really do anymore. He listens to her reveal her plan, and all he can think about is how he knew this was his fate all along somehow.
"I figured you were my perfect piggy to use, after all, nobody seemed to really care you were gone, and we both know you deserve this for all those years of infidelity. So I decided to put all of my resources into making you as fat as humanly possible, it's something I've always been curious about. I figure that's the best way to grab people attentions, and after seeing you now, I'm gonna be world famous, the clients will start pouring in ." She begins to hug as much of him as she can.
Will begins to cry now, he knew this was his fate, deep down, but now that it's actually happening, he can't help himself. She rests her head on his massive left man boob, staring at him. "don't worry piggy, your being used for a greater purpose, and if it's any consolation, I really did care about you." She crawls towards him, and kisses his fat lips, "It's just business......it's been fun piggy, take care" She says this to him with no emotion, no remorse, no other feeling than pride and joy. She climbs off of him and turns the machine back on, "oh and by the way, my real names Rebecca, thought you'd like to know." With that she turns and walks out of the room, never looking back, actually humming and a skip in her step as she leaves.
Will lies there, feeling very weak and drained from the emotion overwhelming him. He begins to close his eyes to sleep, and he immediately sees the face of his ex-fiancee in front of him, and immediately a name pops in his head, "Christine......." The machine continues to pump as his heart rate increases, Will falls into a deep sleep, waiting for this to be over.









"it's too late, he's been gone for hours."
A medical examiner kneels before a large blob of a man on a flatbed. This large behemoth was discovered in the middle of Times Square, sprawled out over a large flatbed truck, with a large sign attached to him that said, "From: the Dealer". Crowds are gathered around, gasping in ah and chatting amongst themselves in disgust at the sight.
"Dammit! Who the hell did this?" Police Chief Mark Sanford stands nearby in complete disgust. "Sir we got an I.D. on the .......man....thing." a deputy comes running to Sanford with a piece of paper. "His name is William Hurst, age 28, reported dead over ten months ago sir."
"What did you say? How is that possible?" Chief Sanford screams as he snatches the paper from the deputy. As he reads the sheet, a noise snaps him from his thoughts. A crane is needed to lift Will's body from the abandoned flatbed unto another for transportation. It takes almost a half hour to secure him properly, before he is gingerly lifted from one to the other. The Chief looks down at the paper, sickened by the sight, and continue reading.
"This can't be right, it says here he was one of two fatalities in a car crash last year. Says him and his fiancée Christine Reynolds were killed when their car drove off a cliff upstate, says they burned to ash from the inferno. How is that thing Will Hurst?" the Chief yells rhetorically to no one in particular, more out of frustration.
"Do we have any idea who did this? Who this ***ing Dealer is anyway?"
"Not much sir, it seems he is an urban legend of sorts, all we've been able to find on him is rumor from online forums and cheap magazine articles about it."
"Find me that Magazine writer pronto! We need to get this sick ***, NOW!!!" the Chief walks away toward his car, stunned and disgusted.
"We have one more problem Chief!"
"What is it now?"
"If he survived the crash, what happened to his fiancée?"

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"Where the hell am I? Hello is any one there!!!" Christine shouts out, she is paralyzed from the neck down; she lies in a hospital room, naked and alone.
"Hello! Is anyone th..." she is cut off by the sound of footsteps and humming coming closer and closer to her. It sounds like a woman.....
To be continued......