Piggy Girl

Master keeps me as his pig. Inside I am under the strictest of instructions to be on all fours at all times, crawling about his home as his dirty animal to be fucked and fed. He likes to see me get fatter and grasps my billowing rolls of flesh as he degrades me.

Today was my weekly weigh in - the only time I am permitted to stand up in the house (outside of chores). I stood on the scale as he examined the numbers carefully, watching the hand slowly indicate an increasing value until it stopped and he read it carefully. Excitedly he twisted the twirly tail connected to the plug in my butt and grasping my protruding, paunchy, pot belly from behind he whispered in my ear:

'my, my, my how fat my little oinker has gotten...hmmm good girl. So porky and flabby. Such a good eater aren't you my lil pig?'

Hands flowed through the soft flesh he caressed as he kissed my cheek.

'Master can't wait to fill you with yummy food pig and yummier cum after that. Such a magnificent possession. Good girl for gaining so much and for focusing on your fatty little goals.'

Letting him feel my body further, I oinked and nodded feeling a warm glow of pride and longing that emanated from my tummy to my pelvic area. I began to cream my hot pink panties as he rubbed my Belly, pleased with me. I oinked some more as the circular motions on my midsection made their way down to my crotch, which was producing copious amounts sticky stuff. Eventually he stuck his had down my pants gave my clit a quick pinch, smacked my ass and pushed me back to my place on all fours. I looked up at him and he smiled down at me menacingly with a contemptuous snarl that intimidated me, but, made me want to be the best pig possible for master.

After his brief poking of me he strolled out of the bathroom - where we kept the scales - and led me towards the pièce de résistance of his home, which was the kitchen. He had so much counter space that was used by him to prepare our meals so he could feed me and plump me up, occasionally I would use it to (with permission) if we were entertaining or Master needed me to prepare the food instead. When he's tired and needs me to be his servant.

Despite him being the dominant partner in our relationship he gains his control by making food and force feeding me. It was now dinner time and Master was stood in the kitchen as I crawled in to the room, he was holding a sharpie pen. Brandishing it with great joy. I met his gaze and responded to his smile with one of my own. This was met with an immediate scowl, which I copied. Internally scolding myself for showing contentment without being ordered to.

'Piglet, come to me' he commanded.

Obeying, I stopped at his feet. He crouched down so as to be at eye level with me. Holding the pen up he said:

'It appears to me that recently you've been forgetting your place little pig, I've been seeing you walking on two legs more than is acceptable. Now you know the rules and before I have no choice but to beat you, I thought I could label you up so that you're reminded of what you are.'

He placed his hand on top of my scalp ruffling my hair in between my piggy ears. Then he grabbed my by the bun and wrote 'PORKER' on my forehead. Squeezing my chubby cheeks he kissed my lips once he got the first word on me. Then he moved to my arse and wrote a myriad of insults to remind me of my lowly status in comparison. Busying himself with the writing, he was explaining each word to me carefully as I remained on my hands and knees. The only movement from me was when he grabbed my flesh and played with it, watching it wobble. He slapped my bottom once the ink dried on me. Sending a sting coursing through my nervous system.

'Okay little pig' said he condescendingly, 'be good for master and roll over onto your back, let me see those teats and that pretty pig cunt'. I did as I was told.

Wordlessly he played with my tits and jiggled my tummy. Then reminding me that I was well and truly owned he stuffed his fingers into my hole whilst twirling my butt plug. As he caressed my belly all I wanted him to do was touch my clit and make me cum - but I was too much of a fatty piggy pussy to ask for that. Master was very giving but he did not respond well to my requests, he was a man that liked to rule my life by his terms.

Once he was done fingering me, he took his gooey hand out and shoved it in my mouth. I tasted myself with delight. Then he proceeded to write 'MASTERS PROPERTY: DO NOT TOUCH' on my stomach, under which he drew an arrow to my private part. Spanking my vulva he then ordered me to my corner where I was instructed to bounce on my dildo whilst he prepared my feed.

I was happy fucking myself, looking at the writing on my torso that bounced as I gyrated on the silicon cock he had bought for me to practice on. I was getting sweaty omitting pants and oinks, when shortly I heard a whistle from master. This indicated I was aloud to turn around from my corner and look at him rather than just the wall.

'Here' he commanded, pointing to his feet. Taking myself off the sex toy I crawled over to his feet, where he placed a feast of mashed potato and sausage that was smothered in a gelatinous gravy. The bowl smelt divine.

'Eat up'

He grinned as I shoved my face into it wiggling my curly tail happily as I devoured my food. After I took my first few bites he moved a way to get his dinner. That as the master of the house naturally he eats at the table, viewing his pet pig from a magisterial, autocratic distance.

I could feel myself cumming with every mouthful. Humping the air as I dived face first oinking as I guzzled. Master was murmuring to himself, pleased, luxuriating in his amore propre due to the beast he presented to himself and he tugged his cock watching me partake in this humiliation for him. Both of us loved it.