I suppose we all have our kink, or at least I know I do, and I like to me known as The Pigmaker. For ages I'd been looking for the right guy to makeover into an ideal lover, and finally I found him. He had let himself go, and was putting on the pounds pretty fast. He already had a starter belly and love handles. I knew he was the kind of guy I could push over the line into obesity and total submissiveness.

Nothing turns me on like a fat submissive gay guy, and when I discover he had a masochistic streak and gets turned on by the humiliation, that just makes me even hornier. They don't call me The Pigmaker for nothing. At first, I had to make sure I had the right raw material. If I'm going to ruin a guy's body, at least I want to make sure he's into this sort of thing.

A trip to the beach was just the thing for a test run. As we were loading the car at my house, I explained the rules. From now on, he would be known as pigboy, and he was done making any decisions. His duffel bag would stay in my garage, and instead he'd wear clothes from the bag I packed for him. He looked a bit confused, like you'd expect a guy to react when he realizes the rules have changed big time.

"There's nothing in here but a speedo swimming suit and a couple t-shirts," he said. I grinned at him.

"Put them on, pigboy." He hesitated, but I knew he'd fall into line. He took his clothes off, revealing the sloppy body shape of a guy who had eaten way too many pizzas. The speedo I chose for him was far too small, making him look even fatter than he was. And the t-shirt was also too small. Even though he was only 20 or 30 pounds overweight, this speedo and t-shirt combo revealed his sagging belly poking through between the shirt and the swimsuit. Pigboy started to act nervously, realizing how unattractive he looked in this get-up. In the eyes of most people, nothing is quite as repulsive as an overweight guy who dresses in a way that emphasizes his weight problem, but I look at guys like this differently. I saw my pigboy.

At the beach, we spent our time walking around. I look pretty damned good in a bathing suit, but pigboy looked like shit. People looked at him and whispered to their friends, thinking they were being discrete, but pigboy and I noticed that people were laughing at him. One cute gal in a bikini made a fingers-down-the throat gesture to her buddy, not caring that pigboy watched.

"Have you ever been with a girl?" I asked pigboy.

"No sir"

"Pigboy, are you turned on by those girls in their bikinis with their bulging boobs?"

"Yes sir, kind of."

"Pigboy, do girls like that give you a little woody?"

"Yes sir"

"Well, pigboy, that's kind of silly because we both know they'd rather slit their wrists than let a loser like you touch them. When they look at you, all they see is a human turd. Isn't that true, pigboy?"

"Yes sir"

Pigboy looked down at the sand as we walked. He looked so sad, and that made me horny. We passed a bunch of guys playing frisbee, and from behind one shouted, "Hey get off the beach you fucking whale. You make us all sick."

In a quiet tone I asked pigboy, "How does it feel to be the most disgusting guy on the beach? Does it turn you on?"

"Yes sir," he said softly.

"You know they're only telling the truth. You are repulsive, and I'm glad I chose some clothes that show the world how disgusting you really are. Are you going to thank me?"

"Thank you sir."

I smiled. I think I found the right guy to be my pigboy. "Do you want me to make you uglier and even more repulsive?"

"Yes sir"

"Tell me how. Beg me."

"Sir, please make me uglier and more repulsive. Please, sir. Make me fat and ugly, I mean fatter and uglier. Turn me into a pig that always needs fucking."

This pathetic guy was falling right into the pattern the way I hoped. "Well, enough time on the beach. We've ruined a perfect summer day for everyone that saw you and your disgusting fat belly sagging over that swimsuit. Let's go back to the car and begin the transformation."

As we walked to the parking lot, I saw a little three-year old girl point and say, "Look Mom, look at how ugly that man is."

Back at home, we curled up together on the couch. He was so affectionate, nuzzling me with his piggy snout, staring at my cock and never daring to make eye contact. I wanted so badly to put him on all fours and slide into him, but I didn't dare deviate from my plan. I had already set up the equipment in my basement. I had been waiting for the ideal submissive guy as raw material, and now everything was falling into place.

I had a sling from a gay leather store, the kind of sling that you put a guy in so you can fuck him. I had added some straps, and the whole contraption had to be in the basement because I knew this would be messy.

"Pigboy, do you want to be transformed into my perfect fucktoy?"

"Yes sir"

"Okay, get into the sling and let me strap you in."

He did so, clearly sad and nervous, but he did it. I think pigboy realized that this was a point of no return, that his life would change forever. After stapping him in, nice and securely, I held a glass of wine up to his snout so he could drink. Thanks to a few additives, he became groggy very quickly. "That's okay, fall asleep, pigboy. It's the wine that's making you sleepy. Fall asleep in my leather sling."

I wasn't sure whether to put the feeding tube through his nose or through his mouth. There are pros and cons to both options, but what the hell, I chose the mouth, and I had the specially designed gag ready for this moment. I eased the feeding tube down his throat, very gently, and hooked it up to the apparatus I had designed for exactly this moment. My pig would be developing very quickly.

When he woke up, still strapped in and with a feeding tube down his throat, he started to panic and tried to get loose, but I made sure he wasn't going anywhere. He bucked against the straps and strained to escape. It was time to explain to him what would happen next.

"Okay, pigboy, right now you're regretting what you got yourself into, but that doesn't matter, because you're past the point of no return. The solution going into your tummy is a mixture of estrogen and androcur mixed in corn syrup and a weight-gain formula that bodybuilders like to use. As an extra treat, I added some medications that slow down metabolism. I'm going to transform you into my human pig, my fat pigboy with a nice big fuckable ass, just the way I like them."

He tried to shout, but with that gag and feeding tube, all that came out were grunts. Just like a pig. I continued with my little taunt: "When we have sex, oh and don't worry, that will be your only purpose in life from now on ... when we have sex, I don't want to have to think about your pleasure, your hard cock, your cumming, your sexual release. Nope, piggy, my lover has to have a permanently limp cock so that you can focus all your attention on me. And let's compare cocks while we're at it. Gee, yours is what they call a micropenis, not really much of a cock at all. Mine is a real man's eight inches of meat, the kind of cock that deserves to be worshiped. And you will worship it."

I was on a roll making myself horny with my own little speech. "In fact, your little cockette is so sickening to look at, I don't even want to see it. So before you know it, your belly will form an apron of fat that will entirely cover your disgusting cockette, and you'll never be able to look at it again. After awhile, your belly apron fat will become so huge that you won't even be able to reach it. It will just be some useless piece of flesh underneath all the folds of fat, and the piss will run out of the cracks between your fat rolls."

At this point, I was so horny I just had to fuck his butt, right there on the sling. Oh it felt so good. I need to cum all the time, it seems like I need to cum all day long, and finally I would have my own pigboy to fuck so I'd never have to jack off again.

I took pity on pigboy in my sling, after all it must be really boring, so I rigged up a TV he could watch, and played videos of fat men fucking each other all day long. There's no getting around the fact that pigboy's life is going to be kind of boring from now on, but hell, I'm not a monster. The days and weeks went by slowly, although not as slowly as they went by for pigboy. I loved watching his body expand.

The estrogen in the mixture caused the most wonderful boobies to sprout, first little hills, and then his nipples got pointy and swollen, and then his aeroles started to widen until they were three or four inches in diameter. Then, as pigboy gained more weight, eventually his titties became like melting jello and just kind of sagged.

My pigboy had a nice pubic puff to start with, a lot of bulging fat around the base of his little cockette. As the fat collected there, his cock, already pretty small, seemed to get smaller and smaller as the pubic puff fat expanded and got deeper. After awhile it looked like his cockette was a little man trying to get out of the quicksand. Eventually, his cockette was gone entirely, hidden somewhere in the fat rolls. But mostly, I enjoyed watching his belly grow and grow and grow. He wasn't developing a big ball-belly like some guys, but instead my pigboy was sloppy-fat. I knew that he would be quite the sight when he got out of the sling. His neck and chin developed into sloppy jawls that sagged like everything else. It was a good thing I had reinforced the sling so well to handle all the weight.

The piss and shit were easy to squirt away with a garden hose, although truly fat people do tend to smell. There's really no way to clean all those folds between the fat rolls, under the boobs, and so on, but that was just part of being around a human pig. Every day, I would describe to pigboy how his body was changing. I reminded him how irreversible these changes were. Yes, some day I would let him out of the sling, but we both knew that he would never lose this weight even if he wanted to, and we both knew he really didn't want to lose it. I taunted him over and over about how he was the superchub he always fantasized about being. And the impotence was, of course, irreversible. He would thank me when he realized how hard it would be to reach his cockette. It's just as well he was permanently limp and would never be able to orgasm ever again. These changes were permanent, forever. Taunting him this way got me excited, and then I would fuck him again.

After awhile, I had to lift up his belly fat to get at his pussyhole, and that's when I knew he was almost done.

There were a few things left to do, though. A piercing through the septum, just like a true farm animal, with a big metal ring. And since it's my animal, it was time to use the branding iron I had been working on so hard last summer. The transformation was done. I had made him into my pigboy, my perfect lover and slave.

Twice a day pigboy gets on all fours so I can fill its fat ass with cum while it makes oinking noises.

I so much looked forward to dressing it up in pink spandex tights to show off his bulging fat rolls and a too-small t-shirt with his belly hanging down on display. I would send it out by itself to the corner store to get groceries, knowing how it hated the humiliation of walking down the street, the kids jeering, people pointing and laughing. Of course it would always come back. It had nowhere else to go. Pigboy was truly broken, just like a pimp breaks in a new whore, and it knew it had nowhere else to go except to come home.

[Posted in 2007 by meewasin/at/excite.com]