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I came to several hours later, to see nothing but darkness and a slight reflective glint before me. I tried to retrace where I was or how I got here and was stopped by a throbbing pain at the back of my head. I attempted to lift an arm to check my skull, but a clanking sound -- chains -- prevented me from reaching.

"Don't worry. You're fine." A voice commanded, startling me from behind.

"Wh.. wh... where am I?" I asked, shifting on my knees and handpaws, my body aching all over.

"You need not worry about that, pup." The voice cooed, slowly backing out of room via a set of stairs behind me.

My heart raced as I tried to stand, finding more chains holding me down. I looked around, trying to find anything to indicate where I was or what time it happened to be when the smell of greasy, cheesy pizza caught my nose.

* * *

I got my job at Papa Romeo's a summer or two ago, I was a mere high school dropout, delivery pizza boy. The job served two purposes for me: it gave me access to some money (not to mention all the pizza I could handle) and allowed me to grow. I had always been an overweight wolf, which constantly brought attention and comment my way. The teasing, looks, and constant ridicule aside, my sheer love of being "big" connected to enforce my love of 'growth'

I guess that was made clear to my customers... specifically one in particular...

* * *

I had passed out again. He woke me up with a hard slap on the ass. I jumped and shivered, groaning as I tried to move.

"Stop fighting and accept that you're stuck here. You're mine, piggy." He said.

"Where the hell am I... fuck you and let me out of here!" I groaned, my hefty body shifting slightly.

"Tsk.. tsk.. tsk.." The shadow replied, pulling a thick string to flood my crapped quarters with a harsh, yellow light.

As my eyes adjusted, a reflection of the bulb gleamed below me. Before me sat a long receptacle. It appeared to be two feed wide, about a foot and a half deep, and three feet long. Growing up on a farm helped me deduce, quickly, that I was before a feeding trough. It was already full: the three extra large pepperoni pizzas I brought to this house who knows how long ago. The smell assaulted my nose and caused my empty stomach to groan loudly. Anyone would be hungry after as long as I had gone without food, but a 350 pound wolf, who actively tried to stay stuffed? Forget it. I couldn't resist being forced to eat - especially like a mindless pig, expected to grow fat and dumb. Despite not completely enjoying my predicament, I pushed my muzzle into the trough, munching on multiple slices out of hunger an arousal.

"See, fatass. Ain't so bad." The voice said as he rubbed my hips, eyeing my large body.

The names, the situation, and my yearning for gluttony drove me to finish off my deliveries. I belched loudly and panted into the trough, regaining my breath as I licked the sides and bottom of the stainless steel shining with cleanliness once again. My stomach felt massive. I tried to relax, my breathing labored from the position and sheer amount of dough, cheese, and meat.

My captor came back.

"Took you long enough, lardass." He spoke while rubbing my ass.

I felt my boxers slide down, quite small and strained over my thick thighs. I groaned as I noticed a tube hanging from the ceiling to my left; it kicked on and began pouring a thick, creamy fluid into the trough. I took a whiff: Chocolate.

"Quit sniffing and dig in, pig. It's a mixture of chocolate ice cream, milk, weight gain powder, and double chocolate cake."

I felt me knees buckling like the last of my resolve. The concoction's rich, calorie dense form quivering and bubbling before my sauce-stained muzzle.

"Get eating." He beamed as he pushed the back of my head down, my chubby cheeks filling with the fattening pudding.

I moaned and whined, gulping down as much as I possibly could.

"Yeah, I want to see you break that tent of a delivery boy shirt, you fat cow." He said with a slap to my ass. "I want you to burst the seams of your boxers and watch your thick calves and cankles tear through your socks." He demanded as I willingly submitted, not able to eat fast enough.

He undid his belt and slipped out of his shorts, using both of his strong paws to spread open my wide ass. I continued gulping, the trough refilling as I kept on - my stomach already holding well over half a gallon, expanding in all directions.

"Good piggy. Get nice and big for me." He pleaded as he eased the length of his member into me, his cock more than filling up my enormous ass.

I moaned loudly, increasing the pace of my gulps; as he began to ream my asshole, my muzzle forced deeper into the thick mix filling the trough. Each thrust drove me to consume more. I felt my member throb into my bloating and ever-softening middle.

The tube stopped filling the trough, but I continued on, my muzzle lowering further and further into my meal as my behind raised up further for him to fuck. I need more and more. I desperately licked the trough clean as he exploded into my ass, my own cock erupting into the soft folds of my belly.

He panted and fell onto my meaty back.

"I think you're going to be my favorite pig yet." He said, still heaving on me.

I blushed as my giant body digested. I easily felt 60 pounds heavier. I continued panting heavily and belched, my stomach gurgling noisily.

The muscular shadow stood and looked over his handiwork.

"I can't wait for that gut to hit the ground." He said as he leaned down and jiggled my full paunch.