Day 2

An ongoing gainer series.

Warning: Contains bondage, dom/sub,, force feeding, tube feeding, some filth, immobility, and darker themes.

——————————-

Day 2

By Lardfill, July 23, 2022

I woke up feeling sick and sluggish. It took over ten seconds for me to remember what was happening, waking without the ability to move my arms or legs. Then the extreme pressure hit my brain like a dump truck, filling my body with a nauseating strain that caused sweat to form on my forehead. My belly was still swollen and just as painfully full as it had been when I passed out the night before. The tube was still in my nose but now, the hours of it flowing through my nostril made my nose and throat feel cold and strange. I coughed as much as my overburdened body would allow and a gurgling burp bubbled out of my throat. It smelled like nothing but grease, making the intense pressure feel even more disgusting. What was he draining into me?

I briefly forgot his name, my mind was so hazy from the workload of digesting a full tank all night. I couldn’t believe what I was doing. I had agreed to Cook’s plan so quickly. What would people think?

It was then that I remembered how excited Cook had been when I explained the events of my family… and that I threw my clothes in the ocean… and left my phone and wallet in my car parked by the cliffs. Would people think I had drown? Would they see my footsteps on the beach leading off the sand? Was Cook walking behind me on the way to the truck? Would there even be footsteps left? I then remembered that the beach vanished completely at high tide, leaving only a rocky shore. My foot prints would surely be gone. Someone would find my clothes and abandoned car and assume…

The door opened. The doorway was so deep - the concrete walls looked at least two feet thick. Where was I? Why did he have this room in his house?

Cook strolled in, still naked and sporting an erection. He was wheeling in another tank with a creepy grin on his face. I couldn’t take the pressure. All my previous worries slipped away as he licked my underbelly and gave my sphere of a belly a small shake. I groaned, terrified I was going to burst. Suddenly all I could think about was the tense balloon of my belly and the crippling fullness that left me unable to function in the slightest.

“Day Two. How did you sleep?” Cook asked.

“Ohhh.. please…” I moaned, my body crying for help.

“This next tank is gravy. Just gravy,” Cook said, thumping the tank with his finger. “I got this buddy with a food truck and he does these fuckin’ huge batches of gravy every year. We do a little trade and I get a drum of this beautiful stuff.”

I groaned as his fingers traced the same stretchmark as last night, not realizing that he was sliding his fingertips over newly formed redness. I was already stretching bigger, my capacity was expanding but my body needed to grow and repair to keep up. It was pain but I found moments of pleasure in it, knowing that every hour like this meant that there would be more new fat. The growth was constant and I just had to survive the pains of my expansion. The pain would reside, it had to.

“This tank’s almost empty. I hope you liked it. It’s potato soup, but it’s made with vegetable oil instead of water… very fattening, but I want to make sure you get your vegetables,” Cook laughed. “It’s gravy time.”

Cook hooked the tube up to the gravy tank and I watched the white fluid slowly turn a rich brown colour as the gravy flowed up into my nostril and down my throat before draining into my stomach. There really was no room left in my stomach, but it managed to stretch slightly bigger to accommodate the gravy. The flow was slow, but a tube length would flow into me every minute.

“Help… pee,” I gurgled, a drip of sweat sliding down my face. “Bathroom.”

“What did I say about you not walking again?” Cook asked.

I tried to lift my head but only managed to cause sweat to bead up on my red face. This was hell, but it was to be expected, I was seeing that now. He told me that I’d beg him to stop but I never expected to be breaking so soon.

“Please, no…” I pleaded, feeling an internal countdown happening.

“Disgusting pig…” Cook said, jerking off his meaty erection against my soft dick as I tried to hold back a bladder full.

The jiggling and push of his hard cock made it harder and harder to hold it in, causing me to moan out loudly with tears in my eyes. He stepped back just in time for me to start pissing freely again. I gasped as it began a secondary movement in my body as my bowels evacuated without my control.

Cook shot a thick load of cum across my belly as he watched my face during the most embarrassing moment of my life. I felt disgusting and useless. I was crying and shaking my head as the load finally stopped pushing out. Cook was laughing and smearing his cum into my belly.

“You control nothing now, scum,” Cook said sternly, grabbing my jaw with his firm grip. “I own you like an animal - like a pet.”

He stopped and his grip tightened.

“You’re more like livestock. Like a pig that wandered into somewhere it shouldn’t have and can’t get out,” Cook said, snarling his teeth like he wanted to attack me again. “My only option is to fatten you up where you are - grow me some lard.”

“It hurts,” I whispered.

Cook laughed and grabbed a baseball cap off a nearby table with the bodybuilding phrase ‘no pain, no gain’ printed on it. He walked over to the gravy tank wearing only the hat and gave the plastic drum a squeeze, causing his beefy muscles to bulge.

Suddenly, I felt the tube push more gravy into my belly thanks to Cook’s grip on the tank. I gasped and began hyperventilating as the fullness reached a point that caused my heart to race. My belly rose up higher and a deep gurgle sounded from my guts. My eyes rolled back into my head as I passed out once again, unable to cope with the agonizing pain of my body stretching beyond its limits.