My Little Piggy - Chapter 4

In the months that followed my transformation at Lola’s hands my life followed essentially the same daily routine. I would be woken early as Lola let me out of my sty and into the garden. She would then fill a metal trough with a mixture of oats, stale vegetables and whatever leftovers had come from her plate the previous evening. This would serve as my meal for the rest of the day.

I would eat my fill of this foul substance for my breakfast before Lola gave me my daily wash. Back when being her piggy had been a kinky game she had washed me by scrubbing me down erotically with warm soapy water; but now that I was just an animal to her I had to shiver as she sprayed me down with the garden hose. Finally I would briefly be freed from the invasive pigtails plug which filled my ass, allowing me to go to toilet, before being re-plugged and left alone.

Apart from that brief time in the mornings I had pretty much no interaction with Lola at all. She treated me just as though I was a farm animal she housed in her garden and just gave me the bare minimum required to live. 

My days were spent mostly trying to keep warm in my sty and venturing out only for food. As the weather got warmer I made my way out more and explored the garden but mostly I had nothing to distract me from the constant monotony and crushing boredom that my life had become.

Once it got dark I would return to my sty for the night and Lola would lock me back inside. Each time I saw her I longed for her to say something, to remind me that under all this I was still human. But each time I was disappointed. 

As time passed I noticed that none of my body hair ever grew back. I thought back bitterly to her sweet smile as she had shaved me on that first day, making it seem like a kinky game but already permanently modifying my body without me even knowing.

Eventually I just grew used to the silence. My mind seemed to grow dull and sometimes entire days seemed to pass without a real thought going through my head aside from my instinctive need for food and warmth. I really was living like a pig and there was nothing I could do about it.

This went on for what must have been at least 5 or 6 months; though as the days blurred together it was difficult to tell. Until one evening when, as I lay on the hay pile that I had made my own, I noticed that something wasn't quite right. Though I couldn't quite put my finger on it there was definitely something amiss.

It hit me as I turned and looked out of my sty to the dark garden beyond; Lola hadn't locked me away yet. It was perhaps not too much later than she normally would have however I was now so used to the routine that I was sure she should have been by now.

I roused myself from the moderate comfort afforded by the straw and tentatively made my way over to the open door. Curiously I peered out into the night air; the kitchen light was on and a pool of light gently illuminated the garden. My eyes scanned the area for any sign of life but found none. I was however drawn to the back door to the house which to my surprise had been left ajar.

My mind raced with possibilities, if I could get into the house there could be a rare chance of escape. I had no idea whether Lola was bluffing when she said the motion sensors would kill me if I left the grounds of the property, frankly I didn't feel like testing her. But if I could sneak in unnoticed, I could at the very least get to a phone and call for help.

But as soon as these thoughts surfaced they slipped away. Perhaps it was through fear of being caught or maybe Lola really had broken my spirit but the idea of even attempting to escape this life seemed pointless. I was here until Lola decided otherwise and I had to accept that.

After briefly examining the lock and deciding that without the use of functioning hands I had no means of closing it; I turned back from the night air and began to retreat into the relative warmth of the sty. 

But as I turned a strange sensation stopped me in my tracks. I paused and waited but felt nothing. Perhaps I had imagined it but for a second I felt a familiar stirring from deep within me. Suddenly I felt it again, for certain this time. For just a fleeting moment the plug in my ass rumbled into life, waking after months of lying dormant. 

I sharply turned back towards the door and looked for any sign of Lola; I knew she controlled it and was sure this along with the open back door was no coincidence. She was playing with me, I just didn't know why.

As I poked my head back out into the night the vibrations started up again, lasting slightly longer this time. The 5 seconds may not seem like much but after months of nothing the sensation sent shivers of pleasure through my body.

Unsure of what was happening I paused at the door, torn between fear and excitement at what this might mean. Tentatively I crept forward into the night, expecting a jolt of pain to stop me at any moment. But none came; instead the moment I left the confines of the sty my plug started up again, very weakly this time but after the monotony my life had become it seemed like the most exciting thing in world.

Now that I was outside the vibration continued at a constant, albeit weak level. Acting on instinct I began a slow crawl toward the open door. As I approached the vibrations grew gradually stronger as if guiding me on. I hesitated briefly before crossing the threshold, the last time I had been in this house I had left a broken man. But knowing that ultimately I would have little choice in the matter I nudged the door open and pushed my way inside.

After months living like an animal the warmth I felt from simply being inside seemed an unbelievable luxury. How could I ever have resented sleeping in the kitchen before?

Suddenly I began to feel nerves building in the pit of my stomach. I had returned to the scene of my initial capture and had no idea why? Lola was definitely up to something but I had no idea what. My heart pounded against my chest as I crossed the kitchen floor with trepidation. I stopped as I reached the door to the living room, now beginning to doubt myself. What if this hadn't been an invite inside? Would she punish me if I was caught? Perhaps she would anyway...

My thoughts were interrupted as, for the first time in months; I heard Lola’s voice call out to me 

‘Don't be shy little piggy, come on in.’

Realising that I had passed the point of no return I mustered up as much courage as I could and pushed my way through. The moment I entered the room my eyes were drawn to Lola and again I couldn't help but be struck by her beauty. 

She was reclining in comfort on the sofa in front of me, cross legged and wearing just a tight fitting t-shirt with matching white panties. After spending so long looking up to her as my owner, while she all but ignored me, there was an almost supernatural air to her; as though I were being summoned by a goddess. Everything she had done to me only seemed to make her more beautiful in my eyes and between seeing her and the steady vibration in my ass, I felt my cock throbbing against its bonds.

‘Come here,’ she said gesturing to her feet ‘we need to have a talk.’

I nervously approached and sat on the spot she had indicted. Lola smiled and she leaned back, uncrossing her legs and sliding forward slightly so her pussy was tantalisingly close to my face. As I looked up at the woman who had stolen my freedom from me, I was torn between fear and arousal in equal measure.

‘Alright then,’ she started ‘I think you've been here long enough to see how things work and I have to say you've settled in very well. I am so proud of my little piggy.’

She sounded patronising but despite myself I couldn't help but feel a surge of pride at her words.

‘I hope it hasn't been too hard for you living out there by yourself but I had to make you understand what it really means to be a piggy. It's not because I don't care about you, I love my piggy. I want nothing more than to play and have fun with you. In fact now that you know your place hopefully we can do just that, but I need something from you first.’

I looked up at her in confusion, what else could she possibly want from me?

‘You see I want to continue your transformation, train and mould you into the perfect little pet pig; and I'm going to do that. But I'd rather not have to force you to do everything,’ Lola went on ‘I want my piggy to be willing, so I am going to give you a chance to accept your fate. If you agree, then you are effectively giving me permission for anything I may choose to do to you in the future and I'll expect no resistance.’

Lola leaned forward and whispered in my ear.

‘I will do things to you that you can’t even imagine, but I promise we’ll have lots of fun on the way.’

She sat back up straight and looked down at me seriously.

‘So what's it going to be? Go back to your life in the garden and hope whatever torture I inflict upon you isn't too bad? Or join me and see how much fun being my piggy can be?’

I sat for a moment deep in thought. Agreeing to this was surely madness, she would not only be ruining my life for her own amusement but I would be helping her to do so. She had already turned me into a naked, grunting animal that lived in a pigsty and the last thing I wanted was to let her go further.

But the more I considered it the more I began to think it may not be so bad. Lola seemed content to do whatever she wanted to me anyway and it's not like I was in a position to argue. If not resisting made my life easier then perhaps I should just give in. Besides, surely anything had to be better than the crushing boredom that my life in the garden had become?

Pushing my reluctance to one side I raised my eyes to meet hers and nodded slowly. 

‘Yes?’ she asked ‘you agree to be my piggy and accept everything that follows?’

Again I nodded my acceptance, more vigorously this time.

‘Oh that's wonderful’ she beamed, leaping forward and bringing me into a deep hug ‘Oh you are a good boy, we are going to have so much fun together!’

She playfully ran her hands across my skin as though I were a much loved pet. I already felt better about my decision, this was certainly preferable to be ignored and left in the garden like a farm animal.

As Lola pulled back she looked at me mischievously with a wicked glint in her eye.

‘I think you deserve a little reward for this, don't you?’ she asked innocently.

I was taken aback but quickly squeaked in excitement, it had been so long since anything good had happened to me I had almost forgotten what it felt like.

‘Well alright then, I think you’re going to enjoy this!’

Lola seductively grasped her T-shirt and pulled it off over her head. She then reached over to the table beside her and, taking hold of her phone, hit a few buttons which sparked my tail-plug into life. The weak vibrations that I had almost forgotten about had really been fired up and were now sending new waves of pleasure surging through me from deep within my ass.

Lola slid back onto the sofa and looked down at me knowingly.

‘That should provide you with sufficient motivation, now up you get,’ she said encouragingly, slapping her knees as she spoke.

I didn't need a second invitation. After so long with no stimulation at all, the chance for access to her stunning body was something I couldn't pass up.

I eagerly jumped up so that I was almost straddling the cushion of the sofa and my head was resting on her stomach. Her lightly perfumed, feminine scent filled my nose through the attached snout gag and her smooth skin rubbed lightly against my chin. Between this and the vibration still working away inside me I was mad with arousal and could feel me hard cock growing wet inside it's latex tomb.

I looked up her body, over her firm tits just inches from my face and pleaded with my eyes for permission to start. She could clearly see my desperation and laughed sympathetically.

‘Awww does the little piggy want my tits?’ she said, pausing as if unsure whether to let me ‘Oh come on then, open wide!’

Lola arched her back, pushing her tits out to me as I plunged my face into them. I snorted and squealed with glee as I kissed and licked at her bulging breasts. The months I had spent being ignored by her had given Lola an air of unattainability about her and as I felt her nipple against my tongue, it was as though I was suckling a goddess. 

Lola bit her lip and groaned in pleasure. She took my head in her hands and pushed it down towards her waiting pussy. I could feel the wetness of her panties against my cheek as she wrapped her legs around my head, sandwiching me between her muscular thighs.

‘Take them off!’ Lola demanded sharply.

With my mouth forced open by the gag I struggled to get any purchase on the thin, silky material but using my tongue and upper lip I was eventually able to pull them back down her legs, exposing her pussy beneath.

‘Go on now Piggy,’ she breathed, voice shaking in arousal ‘don't hold back!’

Without thinking I dived straight in and started to work at her pussy with my tongue. The sound of her orgasmic cries as she ground herself against the tip of my tongue was music to my ears and this along with the vibrations in my ass drove me to the absolute edge.

By the time Lola had climaxed and pushed my head away I was hornier than I had been in my entire life and so desperate for release I was almost in tears. Looking down at me Lola could clearly see my need for relief; she chuckled and whispered suggestively ‘Was that enough, or does my little piggy want to cum tonight?’

I let out a deep groan and nodded my need as enthusiastically as I could. I needed her to know just how much I had to have this.

Lola smirked, wordlessly reaching down the side of the sofa and into her handbag. When she pulled her hand out she held a small but sharp box-cutter, with a thin metallic blade attached to a yellow plastic handle. She positioned this against the latex at the base of my cock.

‘Now hold still,’ she said with a hint of amusement ‘we wouldn't want you to get hurt…’

Then she pulled the blade quickly across the layer of latex, making a neat incision that sprung my cock free of the plastic tomb that had held it prisoner for months.

I gasped as Lola took my hard cock in her hands and caressed it gently. For so long I had almost forgotten it was there so now even the slightest touch was enough to drive me wild. After being denied for so long I knew that it wouldn't take much and her just those first touches almost pushed me over the edge.

Clearly Lola knew this as well and released my cock from her grasp, reclining backwards into the sofa. As she did so she lifted her leg between my legs and lightly stroked her foot against my balls.

‘You didn't think I was going to wank you off myself did you?’ she laughed ‘No, no that's not how piggies cum now is it?’

As she said this Lola began to rub her leg slow up and down the shaft of my cock. After I moment of confusion I realised what she wanted of me.

‘That's right piggy,’ she exclaimed smugly ‘hump my leg like a good boy. Show me you really understand your place.’

I was surprised but really should have seen it coming. Lola was never going to allow me release without throwing one last humiliation into the mix. The only way I was going to get off would be to hump her like an animal in heat.

At first my cheeks burned with shame but the more I thought about it, the more normal the idea seemed. I was so desperate to orgasm that I would take an option open to me but it also felt right. After so long looking at her as essentially my owner, craving even the slightest attention, permission to hump against her leg was something I should be grateful for. If that was the only way a creature like me could be with this beautiful woman then so be it.

Making my peace with the situation I jumped up, wrapped my forearms around her thighs and straddled her leg between mine. Lola threw her head back and squealed with delight, clearly amused by my eagerness to hump her.

‘Go on then piggy, claim your reward! Fuck your pathetic little dick against me’

Needing no encouragement I pressed my cock against her smooth legs and started to thrust. At first it felt strange but as the head of my cock rubbed against her skin the pleasure began to build.

‘Yes that's it, faster now you dirty little pig. Fuck me faster; show me how much you want it!’

As she shouted encouragement I upped the pace, pumping away furiously now. As my cock gyrated harder and faster against her leg it began to feel incredible, I was in absolute ecstasy. I tried to savour the moment as the pleasure built and built; until eventually I could hold it no longer and my dick exploded against her leg, shooting hot cum down her as I orgasmed.

Unleashing 6 months of pent up frustration was undoubtedly the most intense, incredible feeling I had ever experienced. The moments after I came passed in a blur but we're some of the most satisfying of my life.

I slumped down at her feet in a daze then listened as Lola gently laughed and cooed in my ear; telling me how well I had done and what a good boy I was.

She hit a button on her phone to stop the vibrations which until then were still working away inside me and left for a moment to clean up. Soon she returned armed with an array of pillows and blankets she must have brought from upstairs.

‘We shared a really special moment tonight piggy,’ she smiled ‘I think we should enjoy the rest of it together down here. What do you think?’

‘Mmmph,’ I grunted in agreement. At that moment there was nothing I wanted more than to be with her.

Carefully Lola laid out the sheets and arranged them into a comfortable bed on the living room floor. Being used to sleeping outside this was like a 5 star hotel to me.

Lola lovingly wrapped me up in a blanket and snuggled down behind me; her tits and stomach pressed firmly against my back. She enveloped me with her arms, taking me into a firm embrace and for the first time since my capture I felt safe, secure and totally content.

Just as I was beginning to drop off I felt Lola’s hands wander down my body, sneak between my legs and take hold of my cock. She gently rubbed and caressed it into life and I was soon hard again in her hands. I gasped in surprise at the unexpected gesture but she soon silenced me.

‘Shhhh,’ she said soothingly ‘this is your night little one, just let it happen.’

Taking it with a firmer grip she pumped away at my cock. I could feel her hard nipples grazing my back, her breath against my neck and her wet pussy pressed against my ass. After just a few minutes I shuddered in arousal and let out a muffled moan as I came for the second time that evening.

Saying no more Lola released my cock and wrapped her arms back around my belly, giving me a reassuring squeeze as she did. Tears gathered in the corner of my eyes as I reflected on this tender, intimate moment I was sharing with the woman I loved. 

It felt strange to say but even after all she had done to me, I really did love her. I think in her own warped, manipulative way she even loved me as well. As I settled into her arms my eyes grew heavy and I smiled as I fell into a deep and blissful sleep.

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The next morning…

I woke reluctantly from the best sleep I had enjoyed for a long time. Being used to waking in a cold sty I couldn't understand at first why I felt so peaceful and warm. Though soon the memories of last night came flooding back to me and a smile broke out across my face.

After months living in chastity, being ignored and left like an animal in the garden, Lola had finally granted me release and allowed me to pleasure her, cum myself and sleep in the warm comfort of the main house.

She had offered me all this and the chance of a better life in exchange for agreeing to my transformation into her pig and offering no resistance. I felt her angelic face resting against my back as she slept and I knew I had made the right decision.

I closed my eyes and decided to just enjoy these last few moments before the day began and I had to leave this heavenly nest we had made. As I lay there, feeling Lola’s body against mine, I enjoyed our closeness and reflected that regardless of what had been done to me, this was probably the most content I had ever been in my life.

Eventually my little slice of heaven had to come to an end. I felt Lola stir behind me and drag herself out of bed. I was grateful that she allowed me a few extra minutes in bed as she headed straight into the kitchen to fix herself a coffee.

Around 10 minutes later she reappeared at the door, steaming mug in hand and summoned me to her with a sharp whistle. As reluctant as I was to leave the comfort of our makeshift bed I knew that after the treat I had been given last night, disobedience would be out of the question. So I pulled myself up onto all fours and joined her in the kitchen.

She greeted me with a warm smile and looked into my eyes fondly. Standing tall with the sun gently lighting her flame red hair and naked body, she truly was a vision of beauty. I felt a genuine surge of affection for her.

‘Morning sleepy head,’ she grinned, cracking the door open and gesturing for me to head through ‘go on, out you go. I'll be there for you in a little while.’

Obediently I trotted out into the garden that I called home and heard the door close shut behind me. It was a beautiful day; the grass felt soft underfoot and the sun beat down on me pleasantly. I found myself looking at the world with a renewed sense of optimism and for the first time in months I looked forward to seeing what the future would bring.

I dozed in the sunshine for what must have been an hour or so until I heard the door open and Lola emerge to join me in the garden. Now she was not dressed quite so erotically, just denim shorts and a casual t shirt with sunglasses, but was no less attractive in my eyes. She walked over and knelt down next to me, scratching my ear affectionately.

‘I really enjoyed myself last night piggy and I know that you did too,’ she began ‘I promise that we will have lots of fun together in the future too. But remember that we made a deal and the hard work starts now, OK?’

I nodded my agreement and was rewarded with a playful pat on the head.

‘Good,’ she replied, pulling a small package out of her pocket and laying it in front of me. As she carefully opened it I saw the contents and my heart sank. It contained some familiar looking strips of latex and the tools she would need to attach them to my skin. The same latex currently kept my fingers in permanent bondage and the grotesque snout gag attached to my face; I had a fairly good idea where this was going to go too.

‘You didn't think that I was going to let that thing hang free now did you?’ she asked, gesturing to my flaccid penis.

In truth that was exactly what I was expecting but I knew better than to argue as the reapplied the layers of latex across my cock that had until last night, kept me in enforced chastity. By the time she had finished there was nothing but a slight bulge to suggest that there was a cock there at all.

‘Don't worry, if you're a good boy I'll let you out again someday,’ she joked as she applied the finishing touches.

Once my cock had returned to its rubber bondage and was safely away, I was expecting to receive my morning feed. However to my surprise, instead of filling my trough as she usually would, Lola walked across to the garden shed and pulled out a bizarre looking contraption which she dragged into position close to my sty.

It appeared on the outside to be a large wooden box; however it had some kind of metal barrel fixed onto the front and a series of tubes which appeared to connect the two. As it had clearly been put together well in advance of this morning it must have been a part of Lola’s plan that she hadn't yet revealed to me. I didn't know why but as I looked up at it I was filled with an ominous sense of dread.

‘Right then piggy,’ Lola exclaimed enthusiastically ‘say hello to your new feeding machine!’

She undid a small clasp at the back of the device and pulled down one of the crates walls to create a ramp leading inside. Looking up I was now able to see the interior of the device was lined with metal and its walls were covered with a variety of hooks and leather straps. This did nothing to put my mind at ease.

‘Hop in,’ she said ‘I'll show you how it works.’

I looked up at her reluctantly, I wasn't sure why but I was very hesitant at the notion of putting myself at the devices mercy.

Lola’s eyes narrowed sharply. The angel that had looked after me last night was replaced by a furious demon, ready to unleash her wrath upon me.

‘Did you not grasp what I meant by no resistance?’ she snapped, barely concealing her annoyance ‘this is what you have agreed to and after what I did for you last night, you should realise that any disobedience from this point forward will be punished very severely!’

She leaned in closer and spoke in a harsh whisper.

‘I will make your life hell.’

She stood up straight again and looked down at me with a mock smile on her face.

‘Now then,’ she said pleasantly ‘How about you hop on up and I'll show you how it works.’

I really didn't want to but at this point I was more scared of Lola than I was of the device so without waiting to be told again, I sheepishly crawled forward, climbing up the ramp and into the crate.

As if to emphasise her point, Lola slammed the ramp back into place behind me with some force, sealing me inside. Once I was in she made short work of securing me down.

First she attached leather cuffs to both my ankles and wrists, clipping them to the small metal loops found in each corner of the crate. Then she took the leather belts and, connecting them to the hooks which were scattered across the crates interior, systematically strapped down each area of my body until I was completely immobilized.

My elbows and knees were secured to each side of the crate ensuring my limbs were widely spread apart and any area of my body could be easily accessed. More leather straps were then added tightly circling my chest, torso and waist; this restricted all but my head to just the slightest of movements. The crate was a tight fit for me anyway but whereas I initially had a little wiggle room, now I was firmly secured in place and at the mercy of this strange device.

As Lola returned to the shed I craned my neck to try and see what she was doing but it was to no avail. My view was blocked entirely by the monstrous metal barrel that loomed over me. Now I was closer I could see that fixed to the base of it was a thick pipe which ended just a few inches from where my head now was and ended with a sturdy looking tap.

After a few moments Lola returned holding what appeared to be some kind of mask made up of thin strips of leather, with a metal funnel attached to the front of it.

‘Now this is your harness, hold still while I get it fitted,’ Lola instructed.

She pulled the harness over my head and individually tightened each strap so that it fit me snugly and was secured under my chin. The thinner end of the funnel must have been custom built for me as it slotted perfectly inside the gag which held my mouth open. Finally Lola, her face a picture of concentration, pushed the larger end of the funnel onto the base of the pipe in front of me and screwed it in place.

She took a step back and smiled as she admired her handy work.

‘There we go, you're all set to go. Now I know you're frightened but there's no need to worry, everything will become clear soon,’ she assured me.

Despite her assurances I could feel the fear settle in as I struggled helplessly against my bonds. The straps were taught and offered no slack, rendering me completely unable to move. I tried to bite back the nausea I felt as I breathed in the stale metallic air through the pipe that now filled my open mouth.

‘Awww look how cute you are, I love seeing my piggy all trussed up and scared,’ Lola cooed at me ‘You really are a wonderful little pet. The only problem is I want you be a proper fat, greedy little piggy and you're not quite there yet.’

She must have registered the surprised look on my face as she went on sympathetically ‘Don't get me wrong, you've always been a little chubby. That's just one of the things that made you so perfect for this. But I think we can do better.’

‘That's where this comes in,’ she said, patting her hand against the barrel above me ‘we need to fatten you up and this beauty is the best way to do that.’

I let out a fearful moan and pulled pathetically at the leather straps which held me down.

‘Shhh it's ok little one, don't worry,’ Lola said calmly, stroking the exposed area of my back ‘It's all for your own good really. The amount you would need to eat would be impossible on your own, so I made this to help you get nice and fat for me.’

She pulled her hand back and gestured back to the barrel.

‘Now this is full to the brim of the food that is about to become your new diet,’ she explained ‘It's my own recipe, a hearty mix of fat, oil, lard and sugar with a sprinkling of the essential vitamins you need to survive. I'm not going to lie, it will taste pretty disgusting, but it will soon have you big and fat like the perfect little piggy you are!’

I couldn't understand how what she had done to me wasn't enough; she wanted to make me a monster. I felt myself start to hyperventilate again the pipe in my mouth.

‘The really clever bit,’ Lola went on ‘is that anything you wretch up or spill will get sucked up by these tubes and pumped straight back into the barrel. So you won't be able to leave until you've eaten every last drop.’

‘MMMPHH!’ I cried, trying in vain to shake my head and make her see how ridiculous this was. Turning me into her pet was one thing but this was inhuman.

‘Oh you can squeal and cry all you want but it's too late now. Once I turn this on you can either swallow your food or choke on it but I'm not letting you out until it's all gone.’

Tears began to stream down my face and I tried desperately to push the invasive tube out of my mouth. The mask however held it firmly in place. All of a sudden this all felt real again; like I had snapped out of some insane dream. After the fun and kindness Lola had shown me last night I had forgotten that this was the same woman who had kidnapped and imprisoned me. Who was clearly mentally ill and had decided to enact her depraved fantasies on me. My feelings for her had clouded my judgment once again and now I had blindly agreed to help her with her sick fantasies.

‘Alright little piggy get ready,’ she exclaimed gleefully ‘It's feeding time!’

Barely able to contain her excitement, Lola grabbed the tap above my head and turned it sharply.

I felt the tube shudder as it carried a tidal wave of gruel from the barrel above me and fired it into my face. The thick, grainy substance flooded my mouth and made me choke as it forced itself down my throat. I soon realised that unless I gulped down the vile slop, I would drown in it. Left without any other choice, I accepted my fate and began to guzzle down mouthful after mouthful of the fatty, high calorie liquid.

The ordeal seemed to last an age. As Lola had promised anything I spilled was sucked straight back inside so by the time I had finished every drop of liquid in that barrel was inside me. I was stuffed full and felt like I was about to burst.

Lola left me to stew for about an hour after I had finished, then returned to unstrap me, remove the tube from my mouth and let me back slowly out of the monstrous device.

I didn't know whether it was the lack of oxygen from constant swallowing or the huge amount of food that had been force fed to me but I felt incredible uneasy and light headed as I tottered back across the grass. Lola appeared by my side and reached underneath me, squealing with delight as she felt my swollen belly.

‘Oh look it's working already! It won't be long until you’re properly fattened up. We’ll start you on one feeding per day but once you stretch out we can make it two or maybe even three. I can't wait to see you then!’

The thought of more feeding should have filled me with terror but I was too exhausted to do anything but waddle back to my sty and collapse with exhaustion.