Chapter 14: The Holy Pig

After the Ballroom Bash, Victor was more proud of his pig than ever before. The sight of Jeffrey, inflated and helpless, had brought him immense joy and satisfaction. And the money that had come pouring in from their devoted fans only served to reinforce his belief that this was the right path for them.

He began to plan the next phase of Jeffrey's transformation, a step even more extreme than anything they had done before. He wanted Jeffrey to reach the pinnacle of fatness, to become the fattest man alive. And he knew just how to make it happen.

He contacted a team of experts, people who specialized in fattening animals for the Taiwanese market. They would design a diet for Jeffrey, one that would make him grow at an alarming rate. He would be force-fed, day and night, until he could no longer move.

Jeffrey, still reeling from the humiliation of the party, was hesitant at first. But the promise of more money, of becoming even more famous, was too great to resist. He agreed, his heart pounding with a mixture of fear and anticipation.

The first few weeks were rough. His body wasn't used to the constant influx of food, and he found himself nauseous and dizzy from the constant feeding. But he pushed through, his desire for success overshadowing any discomfort he felt.

The team of experts arrived at the mansion, their faces stern and serious. They set up a feeding tube, one that would deliver a constant stream of calories and nutrients directly into Jeffrey's stomach. They attached it to a large, industrial-sized pump, the kind used to deliver food to livestock.

He stared at the apparatus in horror as it was attached to his body, the tubes snaking their way up his nose and into his stomach. He could feel the first few drops of the weight gain mixture, warm and thick, as they slid down his throat.

But soon, the nausea faded, replaced by a warm, comforting sensation. He could feel his body expanding, growing larger by the minute. And as the weight piled on, he found himself sinking deeper and deeper into his fantasy, becoming more and more of the helpless creature he had always wanted to be.

Victor watched with glee as Jeffrey's body swelled before his eyes. He had never seen anything so beautiful, so grotesque, in his entire life. He was the sculptor, and Jeffrey was his masterpiece.

As Jeffrey grew, so did his popularity. His fans couldn't get enough of his new, massive form. They sent more and more money, their requests growing bolder and more depraved.

And Victor was all too happy to oblige. He bought bigger and bigger dildos, the size of small children's arms, and would insert them into Jeffrey's stretched and gaping ass for the world to see. He would cover him in whipped cream and chocolate sauce, watching as the other men licked it off his body, their tongues sliding across his sweaty, quivering flesh.

The feeding sessions became a spectacle, a twisted circus act that drew in more and more viewers. And with each new performance, Jeffrey's body grew larger and larger, until he was over 1,000 pounds.

But it still wasn't enough. Victor wanted more, and he knew just how to get it.

He arranged for Jeffrey to be displayed at a special event, one that would cement his place in the world of feeding fetishes. The "Holy Pig" festival, an underground gathering where the fattest men and women were worshiped and used for the pleasure of others.

Jeffrey, now completely dependent on Victor and his team, could only whimper and moan as he was hoisted onto a large, custom-made platform. He was naked, his body covered in grease and glitter, his ass on full display for the crowd to see.

The platform was rolled into the center of the room, where a group of men and women were waiting. They had paid a hefty sum for the privilege of feeding him, their faces twisted with lust and hunger.

As the first spoonful of food was shoved into his mouth, Jeffrey knew there was no turning back. He was no longer a man, no longer Jeffrey. He was simply "the pig", a vessel for their dark desires.

The feeding lasted for hours, the room filled with the sounds of chewing and slurping, of moans and groans. He could feel his body growing, his stomach distending to unimaginable sizes. And with each new bite, he could feel himself slipping further and further away from reality.

By the time it was over, Jeffrey's body was a mountain of flesh, a testament to their twisted desires. He was no longer human, just a fat, squealing animal, unable to do anything but eat and be fucked.

Victor stood over him, his eyes filled with pride. "You've done it, piggy," he said, patting Jeffrey's massive belly. "You're the biggest, fattest pig at the fair."

Jeffrey closed his eyes, his body aching and sore. He was lost, completely and utterly consumed by his new life. But he couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of pride, of accomplishment.

He had become exactly what he had set out to be.

And as he drifted off to sleep, his stomach swollen and distended, he knew that there was no going back. He was the Holy Pig, a god among men. And he would live out his days in this gilded cage, a prisoner to his own perverse desires.

Chapter 15: The Fuck Machine

Jeffrey's life had taken another turn for the extreme. He was now far over 1,000 pounds, his body a grotesque mass of jiggling fat, his every movement a struggle. But Victor was far from satisfied. He wanted more, he needed more. He wanted Jeffrey to reach the absolute limit of his fattening potential.

One day, he wheeled in a new contraption, one that made Jeffrey's heart race with a mix of fear and arousal. It was a massive fuck machine, the likes of which Jeffrey had only ever seen in his wildest dreams. And attached to the end of it was the same monstrous pink aerogel dildo that had been used on him at the Ballroom Bash.

"What is that, Daddy?" Jeffrey asked, his voice small and meek. He knew better than to question Victor's plans, but he couldn't help his curiosity.

"This," Victor said, his eyes gleaming with excitement, "is your new best friend."

He explained that the fuck machine would take Jeffrey's training to the next level, that it would stretch and prepare him for even bigger things to come. And as he positioned the dildo at Jeffrey's entrance, he could feel his body responding, his ass clenching in anticipation.

Victor secured Jeffrey to the machine, his limbs strapped down, his body completely immobile. He took a deep breath as the dildo began to move, sliding in and out of him with a slow, steady rhythm.

At first, it was almost pleasant, the feeling of being filled and emptied over and over again. But as the speed and intensity increased, so too did the pain. He could feel his insides being stretched to the breaking point, his ass raw and sore from the relentless assault.

But he didn't protest. He knew this was what he had signed up for, what he had always wanted. To be used, to be filled, to be completely and utterly owned by another man.

As the days turned into weeks, Jeffrey became more and more accustomed to the machine. His body began to crave the sensation, his mind consumed by the constant need for more. He would beg Victor to turn it up, to push him harder, faster.

And Victor was more than happy to oblige. He reveled in Jeffrey's complete and total submission, the way his body would quiver and shake with each new level of pleasure and pain.

He started to incorporate other toys into their sessions, massive plugs and dildos that made the pink aerogel one seem small in comparison. He would fuck Jeffrey's ass with them while the machine did its work, his own cock buried deep in Jeffrey's mouth.

Jeffrey couldn't get enough. He would moan and squeal, his body writhing on the bed, as Victor took him to heights he had never even dreamed of.

But even with the constant stimulation, Jeffrey's weight gain began to slow. Victor knew he needed something more, something that would push him over the edge. And so, he introduced the feeding tube.

At first, Jeffrey was hesitant. He didn't want to become even more dependent on Victor than he already was. But the thought of failing, of not reaching his goal, was more than he could bear. And so, he agreed.

The tube was inserted into his stomach, a constant reminder of his new reality. He could feel the food, a thick, nutrient-rich sludge, as it slid down the tube and into his waiting stomach. He would lie there, the machine fucking him senseless, as gallons of the stuff were pumped into him each day.

His body swelled, growing larger and more grotesque with each passing hour. He could barely recognize himself in the mirror, his once-handsome face now obscured by rolls of fat, his eyes small and beady in his massive, swollen head.

But still, he craved more. He wanted to be the biggest, the best. He wanted to make Victor proud.

The fuck machine became a constant in his life, a necessary evil that he couldn't live without. He would spend hours each day strapped to it, his body being pounded relentlessly by the monstrous dildo.

The men who came to visit him grew bolder, their requests more depraved. They would insert things into his mouth, things he couldn't even begin to identify, as they watched him being used by the machine.

And Jeffrey would take it all, his mind lost in a haze of pleasure and pain, his body nothing more than a vessel for their twisted desires.

Victor's control over him was complete. He was no longer a man, no longer Jeffrey. He was simply a fat, helpless pig, living for the pleasure of his master and his fans.

And as he lay there, his body being stretched to its limits, he knew there was no going back. This was his life now, his new reality. And he was going to embrace it, no matter how low it took him.

Chapter 16: The Fattest Man Ever

Victor's eyes gleamed with a mixture of excitement and obsession as he announced his new goal to Jeffrey. "I want you to become the fattest man who ever lived," he said, his voice low and serious. "I want you to weigh over 1400 pounds."

Jeffrey's heart raced at the thought. He had always known that Victor would push him to his limits, but this... this was beyond anything he had ever imagined. He looked down at his already massive body, the folds of flesh jiggling and rippling with even the slightest movement. Was it really possible to get any bigger?

Victor must have seen the doubt in his eyes, because he leaned in close, his breath hot against Jeffrey's ear. "Trust me, piggy," he whispered. "I know what I'm doing. You'll love it."

And with that, the training began in earnest. The feeding tube was adjusted to deliver even more calories, the machine was cranked up to a higher setting, and the toys... the toys were something else entirely.

They were massive, each one bigger than the last, designed to stretch Jeffrey's ass to accommodate even more girth. He would lie there, moaning and squealing, as Victor pushed them deeper and deeper, his body quivering with each new sensation.

The pain was intense, almost unbearable at times. But the pleasure was even greater, a dark, twisted euphoria that consumed him completely. He found himself craving it, needing it like a drug.

As the weeks turned into months, Jeffrey's weight climbed steadily. He could feel his body changing, growing more and more massive with each passing day. His movements became slower, more labored, until he was little more than a helpless blob on the bed.

But the men who came to see him only seemed to grow more excited. They would touch him, squeeze him, even lick the sweat from his swollen flesh. He was a living, breathing, fuckable fantasy, and they couldn't get enough.

And Victor... Victor was in his element. He loved nothing more than to watch Jeffrey squirm and writhe, loved to hear the moans of pleasure that tore from his throat as he was used and abused by the machine and the toys.

Jeffrey's world had become very small, very focused. All he knew was food and fucking, the constant cycle of pleasure and pain that had become his existence. He no longer had any semblance of control over his body, no longer cared about the outside world.

He had become the ultimate feedee, a living testament to the power of desire and depravity.

And as he approached the 1400-pound mark, he couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. He had done it. He had become the biggest, most disgusting, most desired pig in the world.

But Victor wasn't content to stop there. He continued to push, to add more and more weight to Jeffrey's already massive frame. The fuck machine was upgraded, its settings adjusted to deliver an even more intense pounding.

Jeffrey's body was a constant source of amazement, his insides stretching and expanding to accommodate the monstrous toys. He could feel himself becoming a living, breathing sex doll, a thing to be used and discarded at their leisure.

And as the pounds continued to pile on, he found himself wondering if this was really what he wanted. If the money and the attention were worth the cost to his health, to his dignity.

But then the machine would start up again, the toys would slide into place, and all thoughts of resistance would disappear. He was in too deep now, lost in a world of fat and filth that he had helped create.

His body had become a prison, a grotesque, swollen cage that he couldn't escape. And as he stared up at Victor, his eyes glazed with lust and exhaustion, he knew that he would never be free.

This was his life now, a never-ending cycle of feeding and fucking, of pleasure and pain. And he was powerless to stop it.

The days turned into a blur, each one a test of endurance and submission. He could feel himself slipping further and further away from reality, becoming little more than a mindless, hungry beast.

But still, he continued to grow. And still, the men came to see him, to touch him and use him and feed him.

And as he lay there, his body a massive, quivering mountain of flesh, he knew that he had no choice but to embrace his new reality. To become the thing that they all wanted him to be.

The fattest man who ever lived.