Entrapment

Alex stood in the dimly lit room, his heart racing like a marathon runner's. The scent of leather and latex permeated the air, setting his nerves on edge. He never thought his life would take such a dark turn. As a popular personal trainer and underwear model, he was used to being desired and in control. But now, the very essence of his masculinity and autonomy was in the hands of the enigmatic Mistress Lila, who lounged in a velvet chair across from him, stroking a riding crop with a wicked smile.

"You know why you're here, don't you?" she purred, her voice as smooth as the whip cream she often used in her conquests.

Alex swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his taut neck. "I... I do."

"Good boy." Mistress Lila's eyes gleamed with malicious delight. "You see, I have something of yours, something very valuable. And I want something in return."

With trembling hands, Alex handed her an envelope stuffed with incriminating photos. The sight of his own face, twisted in pleasure with a man he thought was a one-night stand, made him cringe. "Please, just tell me what you want."

Mistress Lila leaned forward, the chair creaking under her voluptuous figure. "I want you to become my piglet, Alex. My little piggy to fatten up and play with." She tapped the riding crop against her lips, her gaze never leaving his.

"What?" he gasped, horrified.

"You heard me." She chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down his spine. "You're going to eat, and eat, and eat. And I'm going to watch you grow, until you're nothing but a blob of blubber. And you're going to love every minute of it."

Alex tried to protest, but the words choked in his throat. He thought of his career, his reputation, his entire life being destroyed by the scandal. With a heavy heart, he nodded, the first tears of defeat trickling down his cheeks.

Mistress Lila's smile grew wider. "Very good. Now, strip for me. You need to start getting used to being exposed."

Slowly, Alex peeled off his clothes, revealing his toned abs and muscular arms. He had always been so proud of his body, but now it felt like a prison. Mistress Lila's gaze raked over him, a silent promise of the transformation to come.

"You're going to eat, and eat, and eat," she repeated, her words echoing in his head like a chant. "And I'm going to feed you until you can't move. Do you understand?"

"Y-yes, Mistress," he stuttered.

"Mm, I like the sound of that." She snapped her fingers, and two muscular men in leather masks and harnesses entered the room, each carrying a tray piled high with food. "Let's get started, shall we?"

The first few weeks were a blur of pain and humiliation. Alex was force-fed, his jaws held open as Mistress Lila shoved spoonful after spoonful of high-calorie mush into his mouth. He gagged and choked, his once-trim body bulging with each meal. His nose, now altered with cosmetic surgery to resemble a pig's snout, was a constant reminder of his new role.

"You're looking rather... piggy," she mused one day, her eyes lingering on his burgeoning midsection. "But we need to speed things along, don't we?"

Alex felt the cold steel of the feeding tube against his skin, the taste of fear mingling with the bitter bile rising in his throat. He struggled, trying to escape, but the men held him down firmly.

"I said, open wide," Mistress Lila whispered, her breath hot against his ear.

With a whimper, Alex did as he was told, and the tube was inserted. He felt the food sliding down his throat, filling his stomach until it ached. The process was repeated, day in and day out, until his body could no longer resist the onslaught of calories.

Custom furniture appeared in his new, tiny cell, designed to keep him in the most humiliating positions. A feeding chair with a built-in trough, a bed that resembled a pigsty, and a treadmill modified to hold his ever-expanding frame. He was fed around the clock, his body forced to consume more than it could possibly need.

Mistress Lila reveled in his discomfort, her touch alternating between gentle and cruel. "You're going to make a fine pet," she said, her nails digging into his skin. "But we're not done yet, piglet."

The feminizing treatments began next. Laser hair removal left his body as smooth as a baby's, while his chest grew tender and swollen with the beginnings of breasts. Strap-on dildos and butt plugs became a regular part of his routine, filling him in ways that only added to his degradation.

Alex hated the sight of himself, his once-tight skin now stretched and shiny, the squeal of his flesh as he moved a constant reminder of his fate. The mirrors in his cell only served to amplify his misery. He no longer recognized the man staring back at him.

Mistress Lila's visits grew more frequent, her attentions more intense. She would whisper sweet nothings about his delicious curves and how much she adored his new form. He began to crave the moments when she would take pity on him, caressing his bloated body and coaxing him to eat more.

As the weight piled on, his mobility decreased. He could no longer walk without assistance, his legs too short, and his stomach too large. He was reduced to crawling, a fact Mistress Lila made sure to point out every time she visited.

"Look at you, piggy," she cooed, her heel pressing into his back. "You can't even stand on your own two feet."

Alex's dignity was replaced with a newfound need to please his Mistress. He found himself begging for more food, his body hungry for the very thing that was destroying him. The pain and humiliation had become a strange comfort, a reminder that he was still alive, still hers.

One night, in a rare moment of weakness, Alex tried to escape. He waddled out of his cell, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. But the corset that bound his expanding waist was too tight, and his movements too clumsy.

The chase was short-lived. The men in masks caught him and dragged him back, laughing at his futile attempts. Mistress Lila waited, her expression a mix of anger and amusement.

"You think you can leave me?" she snarled, yanking the corset even tighter. "You're mine, piglet. You will always be mine."

The punishment was severe. He was left in his chair, strapped down, for days, the feeding tube his only company. Alex sobbed and thrashed, but the food kept coming, his stomach swelling until he thought it would burst.

Finally, when she deemed him ready, Mistress Lila released him. "You've learned your lesson, I see," she said, stroking his plump cheek. "Now, let's get you back on track, shall we?"

From that day on, Alex's resistance crumbled. He embraced his new life as her piglet, his body growing larger with each feeding. He no longer cared about his lost life outside the mansion's walls. All that mattered was his Mistress and her cruel, loving hand guiding him to his ultimate transformation.

The feedee's journey into submission was fraught with moments of despair and moments of strange, twisted joy. The loss of control was terrifying, but it was also... freeing. He no longer had to worry about his career, his reputation. All he had to do was eat, and grow, and serve.

And when Mistress Lila would bring in other men, fit and dominant, to taunt and use him, Alex felt a mix of fear and arousal that he couldn't explain. The humiliation was complete, and yet it was all he craved.

In the end, Alex became her masterpiece. He could no longer stand, no longer speak coherently. His nose, his skin, his entire being was that of a pig. But in his eyes, there was a spark of contentment. He had found his place in the world, as Mistress Lila's prize pig, and it was all he ever wanted.

The feedee had become one with his fate, surrendering to the woman who had once been his tormentor, now his savior, in this twisted dance of dominance and submission. As the final traces of his old life faded away, he knew that he had found his true purpose: to be her living, breathing work of art, her piglet to cherish and adore, forever swimming in a sea of food and helplessness.