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The only sound that filled the darkened chamber was the steady, muffled humming, rumbling drone of some kind of machinery. It sounded like an old-fashioned fridge that had seen better days. But the machinery was as far removed from a fridge as it was possible to be.
In the darkness of the chamber, the steady humming continued, drowning out any other sounds that might intrude upon its dominance of the scene, and its silent witnessing to the wonders that unraveled within the cold, concrete walls.
Suddenly, the humming sound was interrupted by another one! A heavy clunking noise, a loud CLACK!...and then the grinding noise of a heavy sliding door being pushed aside.
Master has arrived!
You gulp nervously! You remember all too well, what happened the last time master entered your dungeon, and you had failed him in the one act of obedience that he commanded of you. You remember exactly what he had done to you, when he found out that you had displeased him.
Panicking, you start sucking heavily on the thick, plastic tube, huffing, panting, moaning!
There's a loud CLICK!! And then another. And another! Lights start being turned on around the dungeon, showing off the cold grey floor and walls, the empty carcass of what was once a sort of comfortably-appointed den, now turned into your full-time feeding dungeon.
Master walks around and examines the gauges. He's not pleased. Not pleased, at all. Of all the gauges and their readings, one of them still shows 80% capacity.
He turns off the pump, walks up to you, and pulls out the feeding-nozzle from your mouth, and the mask off of your fat face.
"Only three quarters empty?" he asks. You gulp nervously.
"Do you think that impresses me, Piggy?"
That's all he ever calls you, now. Piggy. Or Hog. Or Fatass. Occasionally he'll drop in a 'boy' for variety.
You shake your head furiously, your fat jowls jiggling, your huge multiple-chins wobbling with blubber!
"No, that's right", he says, coldly. "No, it doesn't please me", he says. "How many times do I have to tell you, Piggy, that when that door opens, those tanks had better be EMPTY! And if they're NOT empty, then Piggy gets PUNISHED! Didn't I make that clear?"
You gulp nervously.
"WHAT WAS THAT!?" he barks, suddenly sharp. He slaps your fat cheek, making you squeak in pain!
"Y-yes Daddy!" you blather out.
He pauses. Waiting.
"Y-yes Daddy, Piggy has disobeyed Daddy, and Piggy would like to be punished now, please, Daddy!"
He chuckles, "That's more LIKE IT, Fatass! He squeezes your thick soft rolls and huge moobs, wobbling them and caressing your generous fatness.
As Daddy rubs your huge fat body, you feel movement beneath you. Daddy has you suspended in an enormous tarpaulin, suspended three feet off the ground with heavy-duty chains, fixed to winches set into the ceiling above you. By moving each of the winches, he can move your entire body around, and you're totally helpless to stop him. He has complete control over your life.
You squirm nervously. Daddy climbs onto a wooden bench and then scrambles onto your belly. You BELCH loudly and gasp from the sudden weight. He crawls up to you, and kneels across your chest.
"Still..." he says, "You DID manage to finish THREE whole tanks of chocolate, oatmeal porridge, with extra cream...didn't you, Piggy?"
You nod hopefully, praying that your display of blatant gluttony will be enough to spare you from punishment. He chuckles.
"Did you enjoy that, Piggy?"
You nod again.
"Do you think you deserve a reward for that, Piggy?"
You gulp nervously.
"Awww...I promise you'll like it!" Master whispers. "You WILL like it, won't you?"
You nod.
"Good..."
You hear the rustle of fabric, and your mouth opens expectantly. Master grins as your eyes light up eagerly.
"Hehehehe...I told you that you'd like it, didn't I? Has Master-Daddy ever lied to you, Piggy?"
You shake your head.
"That's right...now be a good boy and suck".
You feel Master force his enormous length, and girth, deep down your throat. Fortunately, the numerous modifications Master has carried-out on you over the years have left you capable of swallowing anything with ease and comfort. Almost instantly, Master groans when he feels your fat, wet lips and tongue start to suck and polish his fat cock.
He slaps you suddenly across the face!
"Not so FAST, bitch! Make it last!" he grunts. You blush. You've become an expert at sucking dick, having had to do it at least once a day for the past...you're not even sure how long you've been down here...months? Years?
You lost track so long ago, you're not even sure, now.
Suddenly, a fat load is pumped down your throat. You swallow it at once and suck him clean. He laughs, and pulls out.
"Such an eager little piggy, always wanna get FATTER, don't you?"
You nod, weakly.
"Good boy...that's all I want you to do, too", he says. "Which is why I'm STILL mad at you for not finishing your meal!" he ads, sharply.
You gulp! Uh-oh...
"You know it's your birthday today, right, boy?"
You shake your head.
"Well it is! Happy 13th!"
You blush.
"Sucking my dick was gonna be your special gift! And then I had a whole feast lined up for you! But since you failed to finish everything I so generously provided to you...I think it's time for another modification...don't you?"
Your jaw drops open! You shake your head! No!!
He slaps you again, making your face sting.
"Wrong answer, bitch!" he growls, "What do you say!?"
"Y-yes M-master! Piggy w-wou—-would like another modification!"
"WHY?"
"B-b-be-bec—-because Piggy has been a BAD piggy and not eaten everything Master so generously provided to his Piggy! Piggy is very sorry, Master! Piggy only dream in life is to be Master's ever-feeding fat-slave, please, Master!"
Master shook his head.
"..a—a--and b-being modified to serve and please Master, and make him love and feed me more, should b-be my only pride!"
"That's right!" said Master, stroking your fat cheeks. "Now. Would you like to be modified?"
"Yes Master, Please Master! Piggy would like that very much, Master!" you say at once, knowing what would happen if you refuse.
"Good boy! Now let's see..."
Master climbs off of you, and walks slowly around your hammock. "What have we done so far? Hmmm...?"
He rubbed your cheeks.
"We removed all your teeth, so I wouldn't need to worry about you getting any nasty dental problems...didn't we?"
You nod, "Yes Master! Thank you, Master!"
He nodded, approvingly.
"We had your anus stretched and gaped so that you can have easier bowel-movements, didn't we?"
"Yes Master! Thank you, Master!"
Even now, you could feel the hard, steel stretcher-ring, that Master had used to hold your hole permanently open, after having it surgically stretched for months on end.
"...and we had your limbs truncated so that you wouldn't have to worry about running away, or having your fingernails or toenails cut anymore, didn't we?"
"Yes, Master!" you gasped.
"Good! Now, what should we do next?"
You stay silent.
Master SLAPPS you across the face again and you HOWL in pain!
"DON'T make me HURT YOU, PIGGY! Daddy doesn't LIKE hurting his PIGGY!" he growled furiously. "I SAID - WHAT SHALL WE DO NEXT!?"
you hyperventilate from the pain, but keep silent.
"Do you want to know what I think we should be doing next?"
Nervously, you nod.
Master chuckled.
"You're 13 now. Gonna be a man soon, aren't you?"
You nod.
"Not while I'm around, you're not! I think it's finally time to rid yourself of those huge balls you're always so proud of!"
Your jaw falls open! You shake your head furiously! You struggled in your hammock, even though this does nothing to save you!
"No!!"
WHACK!!!
You SCREAM as a long whip with three steel rings tied into the lash hit you across your huge fat ass!
"WHAT DID YOU SAY BITCH!?"
"I...I..." you're terrified! "P-p-pl-please a-a-an-anything else!" you beg.
"If you'd eaten all your FOOD like a GOOD PIGGY this wouldn't be happening at all, Piggy! Now say it!"
You gulp. "Ph-puh-please master remove my balls!"
WHACK!!
"Not good enough!"
"Please Master, remove my balls!"
SMACK!!
"PATHETIC!"
"PLEASE MASTER CUT OFF MY HUGE, FAT, SWOLLEN, ACHING PIGGY BALLS!!"
"...and?" Master asked, coldly.
"...AND MAKE ME YOUR PERFECT EUNUCH PIGGY SLAVE!!" you gasp, nauseous at the very idea of it.
"As you wish!" Master sneered.
He started manipulating the chains and winches. In a few minutes, you've gone from laying on your back and sitting upright, to laying on your front, with your huge ass in the air. Master fingers your wet, gaping hole and laughs at his handiwork.
He pulls on a pair of rubber gloves and starts digging into your rolls of fat. After some time, he finds them. Your two enormous balls, each one larger than a pomelo, fat, round, smooth and hairless. He squeezes them and you yelp in pain!
"Shhhhhh!! It's OK Piggy", he says, stroking your ass, "A few seconds of pain, and it'll all be over, I promise. A few seconds, and your balls will be removed. They'll become mine, forever. Would you like that?"
"Yes Master!"
"Good".
You feel master rubbing your balls with both his hands, and hear him marvelling at their size, and swearing under his breath about something or other...
He removes his hands, claps them, and then rummages around in a duffel bag. He pulls out a heavy steel thing with long arms and sharp teeth at one end. He holds it up to you and explains to your terrified face that the jaws will stretch a pair of elastic bands around, and over, your balls. A few quick toggles and they'll be snapped tight around your sack until it can either drop off on its own, or be sliced away cleanly.
"I don't have time to wait for these fat hogs of yours to drop off, boy. So we're going with option two! Say goodbye, kiddo. Your balls are gone forever..."
You have no idea what was going on. There was no way you can actually see it, but you sure felt it. A rubbing sensation, and then...
You SCREAM as BLINDING, NAUSEATING, UNIMAGINABLE PAIN rips through your crotch! You struggle not to throw up as you buck and rock and kick and roll in the hammock!
"Shhhhh!! Shh shh shh!!" Master hissed, stroking your thick golden hair, "It's OK piggy, it's OK!! You're still Daddy's favourite, fat piggy...shhhh...it'll all be over soon...all be over soon...soon you'll be nothing but Daddy's sexless, neutered little fuck pig...it's OK...it's OK...shh-shh-shh..."
The pain subsides and eventually goes numb. You didn't even feel the sharp SNIP, from a pair of shears, and then Master laughed.
He walked around to face you, holding up the two enormous huevos, both bigger than pomelos! He laughed, a crazy, mad glint in his eyes!
"Look at these piggies!" he says, wobbling them in his hands, "So fucking FAT and HUGE!! Heh!...Pity you won't be using these anymore, huh Fatass? Don't worry buddy, you can just EAT and grow even FATTER for daddy...that'll still make me happy..."
Master dumped the two huge orbs into a glass jar, put the jar on a bookcase in front of your hammock, filled the jar with vinegar to preserve the enormous balls, and then put the lid on.
"OK, back to your usual position, fatty..."
More manipulation of the winches and hammock, and you're rolled back onto your usual side, your huge ass pressing into the hammock, your huge rolls encroaching onto the edges once again, your face staring at the bookcase in front of the hammock.
Master adjusted the positioning of the jar so that its bobbing, wobbling contents would always float a eye-level with you, his prized piggy-hog, so that you can. always see them, and then closed the doors of the cabinet.
He strapped the feeding-hose over your fat face again, turned on more pumps, and waited for the flow of ice-cream, custard and flavoured lard to begin. He gave you a kiss on the cheek and smiled.
"Hehehe...G'night!" he teases. He walks around the room, slowly turning off all the lights as he heads out of the room.
All the lights except one.
The light in the bookcase cabinet shining over the jar, the ones that gives you an excellent view of your now-severed testicles, a permanent reminder that you are now, and will forever-more, to be nothing more, or less, than Master-Daddy's enormously fat, ever-swelling, neutered, sexless fuck-pig slave.
"Goodnight, Chadbury...!" he says, in a sickeningly sweet, sing-song voice, before sliding the heavy door shut once more, and locking it securely behind him.
THE END...?