This is a work of fiction; it's not meant to be realistic. It includes many kinks and fetishes, including feederism, watersports, lezdom, blackmail, and implied scat or light scat. If these offend you, this story may not be for you. I want to thank everyone for the positive feedback on the last chapter. It was greatly appreciated. Please let me know your thoughts and criticism in the comments, and feel free to let me know what you want to see next. Thank you for reading, and apologies for any grammatical or spelling errors I missed. I truly hope you all enjoy it.
Part 6
Finally, the drug wore off, it had taken a few days but I realized the need to touch myself wasn't over powering any more, in fact it felt like this brain fog that had clouded all my judgement the last few weeks had finally vanished. Able to think clearly, I felt like such a fool, thirsting after Amanda who isn't even a lesbian or a decent human, and falling for her and Kimberly's trap. That drug had seriously caused a lapse in my judgement.
It was a huge relief for it to wear off, but in some ways I longed to be back in that state, because it just made my current predicament all the more horrifying. That predicament being, Kimberly's blackmail and her insane obsession with me.
Kimberly was a monster but she wasn't reckless, her plan seemed fool proof, I had no idea how many copies of the blackmail she kept and I had no way of accessing any of her accounts. And she was careful, she never left me unsupervised, not even for a moment. We would spend every second of everyday together, even when she had to use the restroom, I would have to accompany her, and be witness to all the horrible smells and sounds.
Luckily my sick leave was up, and I was finally able to go back to classes. This meant I was able to get some freedom since I had a couple classes that she didn't. But now she insisted I wear this ridiculous chastity belt when I wasn't with her. I also had to go straight to class and back to her place, no stopping, even for a second. I could break out of the belt easily if I really tried but I knew better than to do that, she was far too unhinged.
I realized the only way to keep her happy was a mixture of being bratty and obedient, it was all about finding that balance. If I was too bratty and didn't obey her she would punish and humiliate me even more, and if I was too obedient, she quickly realized she could up the ante and make things worse for me.
On top of all that, I was still doing work for two, since I was writing all of Amanda's papers for her. I had no access to my own things, they were locked up in my dorm with Amanda. This included, my phone, all my important documents, and my debit card which had all my money aside from some emergency cash I had stashed away, and of course my clothes.
Fortunately, or Unfortunately for me Kimberly bought me an all new wardrobe, although I had to use the term, new, loosely as it all looked like it came from a thrift store. The theme was pretty simple, old, worn, tight, skimpy and embarrassing. I dare not ask her if the panties she got me were brand new because it was just better not to know. There was nothing crazy enough for the school to have a problem with but enough that the other students would look at me like I was this weirdo.
I pleaded with Kimberly, "Please these clothes are ridiculous, you know I would never wear this," I said, as I looked at myself in the mirror, with a short skirt and crop top, with a bright red lace thong underneath, and a bra to match. "I can't go out in public like this."
"Wow, being a little bratty are we, remember you were the one that ran across campus basically naked, when you could have just stayed here," She said condescendingly.
"That was because of that stupid drug," I shouted.
"Well maybe I need to pay Dr. Zane a visit and get some more, maybe then you'll listen to me," She threatened, which shut me up immediately.
"Good, that's better, now it's time for an over the knee spanking wouldn't you agree? I don't tolerate complaining, Piggy." Kimberly said.
I walked over to where she was sat on the dining room chair and lay my stomach over her lap. I didn't want to but I had to play her game for now. She took her time, and groped my ass, before an onslaught of slaps hit my cheeks like a freight train. She didn't hold back. I could handle pain but I couldn't help but shed a tear.
Without time to react and still in a state of disarray from the spanking she clasped something around my neck, just from the locking noise I realize this wasn't something I could take off easily. It was the last addition to my new wardrobe, a steel, utilitarian looking collar, that Kimberly forced me to wear 24/7. In the front was a round metal tag, that wrote, Kimberly's piggy. It was small so hopefully no one could read it but it still attracted lots of attention which is exactly what Kimberly wanted.
My wardrobe aside, now that my leave was over and I was back to classes I hoped things would get back to normal but things just began to escalate, slowly but surely. I wasn't in high school, this was university, and that meant I had a lot of time between classes and a lot of time back at Kimberly's place. So now my humiliation was divided throughout the entire day, and Kimberly was smart, she kept ramping it slowly hoping I wouldn't notice, but I did.
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Kimberly made sure I ate a ridiculous amount of food every day, and for someone my height, it was really starting to show. At first I didn't know if it was because of my new clothes or if I was actually getting bigger, but the scale put that theory to rest. It had only been a month under Kimberly's control but I had already put on 20 pounds. But this wasn't good enough to her.
The worst was the way she wanted to celebrate our one-month anniversary, or our "Month-a-versary," as she called it.
"I'm so happy our month-a-versary fell on a Sunday, this way we have the whole day together, and I've just the way to celebrate, I've got all your favorite foods piggy. Let's see we've got some sushi, some authentic Italian pizza, shrimp alfredo, rib eye steak, mashed potatoes and gravy, Brussel sprouts, garlic bread, and the list goes on. And I didn't forget about dessert, we've got crème brulee, ice cream, custard tarts, a few slices of cheese cake and One more surprise. Don't worry though I'm pretty hungry so I'll probably eat a decent amount, the rest is all yours though," Kimberly said.
"That's impossible no one can eat that amount of food, I'll burst." I said pleading with her.
"Now slut, you're only fooling yourself, I was friends with you before, I saw you scarf down half a pizza, I know what you are. You're a fat little piggy at heart, I'm just helping you be your true self. Now are you refusing this food I paid good money for on our special day?" She asked in a serious manner.
"No, I'm not, I'll do my best," I said, trying to de-escalate the situation. Still thinking there was no way she can expect me to eat all that food in one day.
"No, you're going to eat everything I put in front of you, got it? And you can have your favorite meal when you're done," She said as she put her hand over her pussy.
"Oh and as for you last surprise..." She said as she brought out a big box, and opened it, "Isn't it just the cutest thing," She said revealing a large pink, three tier cake, with the words, "Happy anniversary piggy," written on top, with a figure of a pig in a pigsty.
That day was grueling, half way though I was going between having a food coma and feeling like my stomach was going to burst. But Kimberly refused to have any mercy, she strapped me to the chair and fed me one bite at a time until everything had disappeared.
At the end of the night and after a small reprieve from all the food it was time for the cake. she pushed her hand into my cake and started forcing handfuls of in my mouth, with sips of milk in between to help the cake go down. Being a pig herself she couldn't help but eat a few handfuls as well. It felt like an eternity before I made any headway and I had to stop and take breaks for fear that I would throw up.
"Please Kimberly, no more, I can't do this, no human being can eat this much, I'm done." I said firmly after reaching my breaking point refusing to open my mouth.
"Fine then I'm going to release the video of you fucking your asshole, with Amanda's panties stuffed in your mouth," She said grabbing her phone.
Fuck I didn't want that out there, people were already looking at me funny, if that got out I would become the school slut, I thought to myself.
"Fine I'll do it, just don't release it," I said.
"You're damn right you'll do it, and I'm going to have to punish you for that disobedience too, then maybe you'll learn how things work now." She said speaking to me as if I were a child being scolded.
"And I was so proud of you, your stomach is bursting at the seams, I think I may have given you a few new stretch marks today too. But you just had to ruin our special day. No matter, At least I can enjoy your punishment," She said.
"Now I can make this even worst but I won't in fact this might just help the rest of the cake go down. I know you love the taste of my ass and pussy, but I haven't showered since yesterday, and you saw what I did to the toilet earlier... I think you know where I'm going with this." She said, as she took off her top and pulled down her pants and her panties.
She teased me by shaking a spreading her ass in front my face. The smell was pungent and I could see little balls of toilet paper stuck in her dark ass crack. Immediately I felt the need to gag, then she reached down grabbed a slice of cake and pushed it as far in as it could go between her humongous ass cheeks, Spilling cake all over.
"Dig in piggy," Kimberly ordered.
In that moment I had no choice but to swallow my pride and eat it up, my face and hair messy with cake and icing all over it. I truly felt like a pig. My only solace was that the sickeningly sweet cake was masking some of her awful taste.
"How does my cake taste bitch?" Kimberly asked snickering.
"Good Queen," I said, since she liked to be referred to as my African Queen.
"Only good? I think we can do better then," She said, before releasing a bassy wet fart that pushed bubbles out of her messy cake covered hole.
"That's better, now I think you'll find it tastes even better right slut?" She asked.
"Yes Queen it's delicious." I replied as I tried to hide my disgust, as I licked up her tainted icing covered hole.
"Good, then I expect you to lick up every crumb with some enthusiasm," She said grinning, all too pleased with herself.
