[Fiction] A cure for greed and gluttony

[little pet]

Themes: humiliation/forced exercise/punishment/petplay

First off, a small explanation. This will be a fictional story, inspired in part by my own experiences and sessions with my owner. I am working hard to improve my health and lose some weight (about 5 kilo’s left to go) with the help of my owner, Sir Sam. He sets me challenges to complete on the home trainer or the mountain bike and monitors what I eat every day. If I break a rule, I get punished. This is working very well for me and I’m grateful for the control. I am being held accountable and that is what works for me!

Although I really like a healthy amount of jiggle, I felt I needed to lose some of it
I have quite a voluptuous figure, big tits and ass, and I’ve always been a little self conscious about that. In real life I wouldn’t tolerate any negative comments, but my kinky brain does like to spin horny tales about things that might seem taboo, or even cross my limits in real life.

I don’t like judging people by their looks, and this story isn’t meant to do that in any way. This story originates purely from my twisted and horny fantasy and is basically, about a fantasy-me.

Enjoy



Prologue

“Nooo please hmmpff!!!” I yelled, as the hood was pulled over my head. I struggled, but in the small cage there was virtually no wriggle room. My head was sticking out the top, neck held in place by a tight metal ring. I struggled to breathe through the latex that was covering my nose and mouth and I started to thrash around, painfully banging my limbs against the bars. As a result, I felt a nasty slap stinging my left ass cheek. “Quit!” A voice yelled. My panic subsided as the hood slid into place and two small air holes were positioned in line with my nostrils. I could breathe again! I gulped in the air gratefully, as I heard a padlock being clicked shut. They had it all laid out when I came into the room... the horrible mask, the locks and chains, and the scary looking cage. They had had to force me inside while I was yelling and screaming that this wasn’t what I had signed up for. But once I was in, all scrunched up into a tight ball, neck secured, there was no escape.

I should really have read the small print...

Chapter 1 coming soon...

[little pet]

Chapter 1

It all started when I was browsing the Internet, looking for a way to lose the last few stubborn pounds that bothered me. I had been exercising and watching my food intake well enough I thought, but I’d stopped seeing results. I still couldn’t fit my ass into that fabulous pair of jeans that I’d bought two years ago damn it.

I browsed through many websites of gyms and dieticians, but none of them seemed to offer what I was looking for: something that really worked. I was almost at my wits’ end and ready to slam my laptop shut when I saw an ad... I clicked, interested now... A new study into weight loss. It was free and had already proven it’s effectiveness according to an impressive list of statistics. Free room and board and a nice compensation once the study was concluded. I saw pictures of beautifully sculpted bodies, radiating health and knew that this was what I wanted. It boasted of unconventional methods, not for the faint of heart, but with guaranteed results in three weeks. I was sold. With trembling fingers I filled in the application and I ticked the box agreeing to the terms and conditions. It was a 120 page document that I scrolled through quickly. I was so impatient that I clicked send without reading most of it. Then I went to bed, feverishly hoping for a reply in the morning.

I awoke with a start to the sound of my phone ringing. An unknown number... “Hello?” I said hoarsely. A tinny voice on the other end said “I am calling about your application to the weight loss studies we’re conducting. Are you the person that filled it in?” “Y..yes” I said.
“We have an opening later today if you’d like. We realize it’s very short notice, but we had a subject drop out at the last minute. If this isn’t convenient for you, we can fit you in in about two months.” I thought quickly... I still had enough vacation days left to take the three weeks off... “let me arrange a few things and I’ll get back to you in an hour or so.”

Chapter 2 coming soon!

[little pet]

Chapter 2

After a two hour drive I arrived at the address the clinic had given me. I turned my car onto a gravel driveway and hesitated. This didn’t look much like a clinic to me... it was a rural part of the country, surrounded by woods and fields. I checked the address again... yes this had to be the right number. But the building looked more like a farm than a hospital of some sorts. I decided to press on anyways. I could always ask for directions from the people here.

I parked my car and walked up to the front door, my weekend bag slung over my shoulder. To my surprise it slid open with a soft swish. I entered a reception area with a stern woman sitting behind a high counter. The interior was inviting, if a little old fashioned. Dark oak wood panelling on the wall and creaky floor boards beneath my feet. “Can I help you?” The woman said, peering over her glasses at me. “Ehhm yes, I am here for the studies... I filled in the application yesterday and...” the woman held up a hand to stop me and pressed a button on an intercom system on the counter. “She’s here. Thank you.” The woman looked back at me and said “why don’t you sit down, they will be with you shortly.” She gave me a look that puzzled me. It seemed to be filled with...pity?

I sat down on a hard wooden bench and sighed nervously. I was really doing it! I had managed to get the three weeks of, arranged for a friend to water my plants, packed my bag and drove here. This would be my home for the foreseeable future. The location was nice in any case. Some fresh air would do me good!

On the opposite side of the room, a door swung open. Three people, two men and a woman dressed in white stepped into the waiting room. They seemed to wear plastic aprons and white rubber boots and creaked while they walked. I remember finding that odd. “Please follow me,” said the woman. I stood up and walked towards them. The woman shook my hand as the two men moved behind me. She introduced herself as the head researcher of this project. She was stunning. Very athletic and tall. I felt myself shrink, just standing in front of her.

We went through the door into a completely white room with a desk and two chairs. In the corner were some big old fashioned scales. The woman sat down in a comfy leather chair and motioned me to sit down on the opposite end of the desk. My chair was considerably less comfortable. It was very low, and it creaked when I sat down. The two men took up position behind me. I felt like a school child again. I shook the feeling off and remembered I was here for the research.
The woman began by reiterating all the personal information I’d shared in the application form and asked me if it was correct. I nodded. She asked me if I had read the terms and conditions very carefully and without wanting to let on that I had been so impatient, I nodded my head affirmatively. A small smile appeared on her face. “Good...then we can begin. Please undress and step on the scales.”

I swallowed...undress? I didn’t really want to with all these people in the room. But the woman was leafing through my papers and didn’t pay me any attention. I guessed this was what all participants had to do. So I took off all my clothes except my bra and panties and folded them neatly on the chair. “Those too.” Said the woman, pen pointing at my underwear without looking up. The men were trying hard to pretend not to look at me. I swallowed again and unclasped my bra. I took it off and felt my tits wobble free. I tried to take my panties off without bending over too much and laid them neatly on top of the pile. I felt very self conscious now. Abruptly, the woman stood up. “On you go!” She said and almost marched me over to the corner of the room. First I had to have my height measured. “Hmm you’re quite short aren’t you?” The woman commented. I nodded. I was, but I was never too bothered by it. Not until now, with this woman towering over me. “Allrighty then, the moment of truth!” The woman exclaimed almost too cheerily.

I stood on the scales and closed my eyes and breathed. This was what I was here for, no need to be ashamed. “Yes, hmm I see. You really need to lose several pounds more, especially in the ass-area. You seem to have accumulated most of the excess fat there. Well, and your tits as well I see. It’s all a bit wobbly isn’t it?” I blushed furiously. This wasn’t very professional surely!?
The woman wrote something on a clipboard and told the men to escort me to the B wing. They looked at each other and then to me. “Please follow us,” one of them said, grabbing my arm and heading to the door.

Chapter 3 coming soon

[sir sam]

Mhh.. wow.. great....
It certainly develops!
The nice thing about your stories is that they never go right to the point. The tension is building... slowly.

Of course it is very nice that at this moment you ARE excersizing to loose some weight and you HAVE targets that give you reward or punishment when you meet or don’t meet them. I guess the story will give me good inspiration.

[little pet]

Thank you Sir. I like to make the story build up. It makes me very horny to do so while I of course already know roughly in which direction the story is going.

And oh my... Knowing that you're going to take inspiration from my story makes me a bit nervous to say the least!

[little pet]

Chapter 3

I was still naked, but they hadn’t bothered to let me put my clothes back on. The men guided me through a hallway towards a heavy door and opened it. That was when I entered the the B wing...

I stopped dead in my tracks. This looked like a room out of an insane asylum horror movie. White padded walls, cracked tiles on the floor, old but cleaned many times from the looks of it. Stainless steel carts and tables. A wash basin and a toilet on the opposite end of the room. And in the middle of the room... a cage. It was very small, made of solid steel with a circular opening in the top. Why...was there a cage when this was about weight loss research? I thought. I started to back out, shaking my head, but the two men grabbed hold of me. “No no, you signed the application, it clearly states that you can’t leave once you’ve entered the clinic.” One of them told me. The other man locked the door and hung the key from a chain on his belt. I tried to get free from the tight grip on my arm and banged on the door, shouting to be let out. “Shout all you want, no one is going to release you. You signed the form yourself.”

I cursed to myself. Cursed my impulsiveness. This looked bad. What had I gotten myself into!?

I didn’t have much time to ponder as the men dragged me towards the cage and ordered me inside. The lid was opened up and the front collapsed down so a space opened for me to get in. I didn’t, I couldn’t. Every fibre of me was struggling against the prospect of being locked inside that thing.

The men didn’t care about my protestations. They turned me around and grabbed my hair. “That fat ass goes in first” one of them said, smirking as he unceremoniously pushed me in. Ouch! I landed hard on my backside and my shoulders banged against the back of the cage. I was in a sitting position, the bars at the bottom of the cage feeling very uncomfortable. They pushed my legs inside so I was folded almost double and the front of the cage was closed. “Now, unless you want us to bang the lid of the cage into your pretty little face, I suggest you sit very still for this part” one of the men said. I sobbed, realising that there really was no way out now. The lid was parted in the middle and the men closed both sides around my neck, locking it with a big padlock and left the room.

Still stunned, I took stock of my situation. I was squished into very small cage. My arms were pressed to my sides because the cage was so tight, and I couldn’t really move them. My legs were folded tightly against my chest. I could stick my feet out through the bars in the front, but that was about all the wriggle room I had. My head was sticking out the top, neck tightly enclosed by the steel ring around it. The cage was locked and there was no way I was getting out of it. I sighed, cursed my stupidity again and tried to breath deeply. Maybe this happened to every participant that signed up? The website did mention unconventional methods... Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad. I closed my eyes and tried to relax. As I began to think that I would be just fine, the tall beautiful woman entered the room with both men in tow. She was wheeling a stainless steel trolley towards me and parked it next to the cage. I gulped in horror when I saw what was on it.

Stay tuned for chapter 4!

[little pet]

Chapter 4

Everything was layed out neatly, methodically almost. A leather collar, a few lengths of chain, padlocks, a razor and shaving cream and...the hood. The woman saw me looking at it and held it up for me to see, smiling sweetly. I swallowed. It was a very ugly looking pig mask. It looked like it would cover a head completely. My head...

It was pink and rubbery and had a grotesque snout and big floppy ears on top. I swallowed again. Surely this was just a crude joke? I looked back at the woman but her smile had faded away. She looked dead serious. “I see you have some trouble coming to terms with all this, which is understandable.” She went on: “We use these masks on our subjects to make them clearly aware of what they are when they come in: greedy filthy pigs, unable to stop themselves from stuffing their faces with junk. Just like you, little piglet.” I started to protest, very angry now. This was insulting! But she cut me off. “After all, conventional weight loss hasn’t been very effective for you, or you wouldn’t be here now would you?” Tears started to form in my eyes. “No one forced you to fill in the forms did they?” I shook my head. “You wanted this yourself. You signed for it. Let me see...” The woman leafed through the printout of the document and held it up to my face. “Yes, see? Page 113. The hood methodology is mentioned in paragraph 4.2 section b.” Through watering eyes, I could just make out the tiny print in front of me on the page. I had no doubt that it said exactly what the woman had just told me...

More to come in chapter 5

[Joan Sky]

Hi little pet, I read all your chapters so far. Wow, such a great imagination! I love how vivid your imagery is. That's something I need to improve on. You are really good. I am staying tuned

[little pet]

Thank you very much Joan Sky

This for me is one of the scarier stories to write. It really makes me feel naked to expose those fantasies. To admit this sort of treatment might turn me on while in real life I always take good care of my appearance. It is even scarier (and exciting) to know that Sir is reading this. He now knows too that I fantasise about him treating me this way. In our dynamic, we’ve always been careful with name calling and such. What I’m writing now is at a new level but I think I might enjoy it. I trust him enough to be comfortable with him knowing this.

Thanks for Reading. I hope you’ll enjoy the upcoming chapters!

[little pet]

Chapter 5

“Well, now that we’ve got that little matter settled, let’s get right into it. I’ve got plenty more to do today.” The woman said. “First, we need to make sure you won’t disturb us any further.” Out of her pocket, she took a balloon like thing attached to a leather strap. A gag! She ordered me to open up and at the same time, she painfully pinched my nose. I opened my mouth to cry out and the gag was popped in before I knew it. The leather strap was secured around my neck so I couldn’t spit it out. Then, the woman squeezed the little pump attached to to gag by a tube and it inflated in my mouth. She kept pumping until I couldn’t make a sound anymore and my mouth was completely filled. “You look much better now, a bit like a chipmunk with those chubby cheeks of yours.” She pinched them and I glared at her angrily. She gave me a fake smile and walked around the cage, slowly.

I could only look on in silence. Powerless to stop whatever else they had in store for me. “Fuck, I should have read the stupid small print,” I cursed to myself.

Then, the woman took a big pair of scissors from her pocket and grabbed a handful of my hair. My eyes went wide! Not my hair! I loved my hair, it was thick and soft and cut into a perfectly cute pixie. “Hhhnmmmngff” I shouted through the gag. But the hair already fell down onto my shoulders. And another chunk. “Snip snip” went the scissors. On and on until I was covered in my own hair. One of the men put a large standing mirror in front of me and I started to cry. This was the worst! My hair was gone... all that was left was a short stubble. “Hose her down” commanded the woman. Before I knew it, I was hit by a cold stream of water. I cried out, not that I made any sound, but the shock was intense. It seemed like the man was doing his best to hit my most sensitive areas with the cold jet. I couldn’t get away from it. I tried shaking my head from side to side, but the water hit me square in the face. I coughed and choked with all the water that entered my nose while the men enjoyed themselves. Finally, they finished. I sat there dripping, cold and shivering. Nothing I could do about it.

With a splat, the woman dumped a large pile of shaving cream on top of my head. Then she took the razor from the tray. “Oh shit no please!” I thought. The haircut was bad enough already. Now they were going to shave my head as well! “I suggest you stay very still, if you don’t want to get cut that is.” the woman said. So I sat still...hearing the razor catch all the hair that was left, taking it with it. My head felt incredibly cold when the woman was done. This wasn’t a feeling I was used to.

With a smile, she rubbed it all over with baby oil. “Look at how pretty you are now! A nice and smooooth little piggie” She pointed at the mirror, but I didn’t want to look. I cried and cried, it was all I could do. “Oh wait, one last touch!” She chirped, as she rubbed shaving cream onto my eyebrows. When those were gone as well, I stole a quick glance in the mirror. I didn’t recognise myself anymore.

[little pet]

Chapter 6

“Good!” Explained the woman. “That’s stage one over and done with.” I inhaled sharply; stage one!? How many more fucking stages were there? “Time for stage two” the woman instructed the two men. They tipped the cage backwards until it was laying on it’s back. I felt my whole world shift and now I was staring up at the ceiling. The woman knelt down and pinched my ass through the bars of the cage. “Yes, it’s definitely a tight fit in here. Good thing you signed up for this.” I blushed involuntarily. I felt very exposed in this position. I felt the woman’s fingers grope my labia. “At least we don’t have to shave her cunt. It looks like it’s been recently waxed.” I blushed even more.

She stood up and walked away from my field of vision. A few minutes later she returned and I saw her roll over an IV stand with a large bag hanging from it. There was a hose attached to the bag and at the end, some sort of rubber plug. “On to stage three then. Cleansing. This is a vital and regular part of the treatment.” She smiled and nodded. One of the men took the rubber plug and applied a slippery gel to it. Then he knelt down and pushed it against my asshole. I moaned, tried to resist. I didn’t want this thing in my ass! But it hurt when I tried to squeeze my muscles and eventually, they just gave up, allowing the rubber plug to slide inside of me. It was big and no matter how I tried, I couldn’t push it back out. The woman released a clamp on the hose and I felt warm liquid flow inside me.

I spent many a horny night browsing the Internet, looking at kinky movies and pictures. I loved it, they turned me on. I had masturbated to scenarios such as these, but now it was very real and I was being held against my will. Except... I had signed the damn form. Which meant that I had probably given them my permission for all of this. I couldn’t even complain. I cursed myself again for my stupidity. I hoped that in spite of it all, I wasn’t getting wet. I knew that I had a treacherous kinky mind, but this wasn’t the time.

My stomach started to cramp. The liquid kept flowing inside me and it felt like ages before the bag was empty. My stomach was aching badly, and I felt a great urge to use the toilet. I moaned through the gag in discomfort and the woman looked down at me. “Put her back upright again.” The hose was disconnected, but the plug stayed firmly in my ass. I squirmed and moaned in pain as they put the cage in an upright position again. “Now, if you cooperate nicely with stage four, I might let you use the toilet afterwards.”

Chapter 7 Coming soon...

[little pet]

Chapter 7

I nodded in despair, begging her with my eyes. My humiliation was complete. The woman patted my shaved head and walked over to the table. She picked up the horrible pig hood. “Now to finish your transformation... hold still.” She walked behind me and removed the gag from my mouth. I stretched my jaws but before I had the chance to say anything, the woman started to pull the latex hood over my head. It was very sturdy and my head was still slippery from the baby oil, so she clearly had to put in some effort getting it on. “The first part is always a bit tricky” she said, “we like to make sure it’s a tight fit.”

I groaned as another cramp hit my stomach. “You’ll be grateful for that shave right about now. You wouldn’t have liked me pulling your hair now would you?” She gave the hood another tug and it slid down over my nose and mouth. Suddenly, I couldn’t breathe. I started to thrash around in my cage and someone slapped my ass hard. “Quit” hissed the woman. With another hard pull, the mask slid into place and two tiny air holes aligned with my nostrils. Gratefully, I drew in deep breaths. I heard a padlock being clicked shut and assumed this was the hood being locked around my neck.

It was completely dark inside the hood. They clearly didn’t need me to be able to see. The inside of the hood followed every contour of my head. It stuck to my face and neck and the smell of latex overwhelmed me. I had to do my best not to panic. My mouth wasn’t gagged and I tried to tell them to take the fucking hood off! I found that I could speak, but the sound was muffled.
At once, a zipper in front of my lips opened and the inflatable gag was pushed back inside my mouth. The zipper closed again, leaving a tiny hole for the tube and the gag was inflated again. I wasn’t going to be able to spit it out. “Pigs don’t speak, so shut up” said the woman.

I shook my head but there was nothing else I could do. I could only moan stupidly, as another wave of cramps hit me. “Now, I presume you’d like to use the toilet pig?” The woman asked. I nodded my head yes. “Have you ever seen a pig nod, you stupid fat cunt?” I started to shake my head but I thought better of it. “Pigs grunt and squeal and say oink, don’t they?” I grunted in reply. “Good, that’s it. Clever piggie.” She went on “from now on, if we ask you a question or give you a command, you oink like the pig you are. The same goes for if you want something, not that we really care about that.” I grunted in response. The woman made a satisfied sound and asked “Now, would you like to use the toilet, pig?” I oinked emphatically.

[little pet]

Chapter 8

Something was fastened around my neck and I heard chains rattle. This must be the collar I saw earlier. To my infinite relief, I felt the front of the cage being opened. One of the men told me to hold still while he opened the two halves of the top. I carefully stretched my legs. They hurt after having been in this position the whole time. I was pulled upright into a standing position. Immediately I doubled over, cramps hitting me again. I felt someone yank the chain on my collar and I stumbled in that direction. I was afraid I would bump into things so I tried to walk slowly, but the chain was pulled again and I quickly followed. “Stop here” said one of the men. I did as I was told. “I’m going to take out the plug now, but don’t you dare release the enema until you’re sitting on the toilet, understood?” I nodded. A sharp painful slap on my ass made me remember. “Oink” I oinked. At least they couldn’t see my cheeks burn with the hood on. Slowly, the plug was pulled out. I had to squeeze hard not to release all the liquid inside me. I was grabbed by the arms, turned around and plonked down onto the toilet seat. “Now you can shit like the filthy pig you are. Don’t worry, we’re all watching”

The release was a messy and noisy affair. If one could die of embarrassment, I would have done so right there. But the relief was so great and in a way I was glad that I couldn’t see the three of them looking at me. It would have been too much to bear.

After they’d hosed me down again, I was told to get down on all fours. “Pigs don’t usually walk around on two legs of course,” the woman’s cheerful voice informed me.
I did as I was told, all resistance was drained from my trembling body. “Oh, I almost forgot!” explained the woman. “Your tail! Every good pig needs one of course.” I heard the creaky boots of one of the men approach and then I felt something big and slippery being pushed into my ass. It felt like another butt plug. As I moved, I felt the tail wiggle around slightly, stimulating my ass in a disturbingly pleasant manner. I wondered what I must be looking like right now, but realised that I didn’t actually want to know.

“Good! Now that we’ve got the intake completed, all that is left for me to do is to get you acquainted with the rest of the rules and regulations. They were also mentioned in section 6c of the consent form you signed, but I guess you missed that chapter somehow. I would advise you to follow these rules well, because it would be very unpleasant and painful for you to disobey.”

The woman sounded very cheerful as she started to list all the rules;

“Rule one you’re already acquainted with: Pigs don’t talk.

Rule two: Pigs don’t walk. They crawl around on all fours unless instructed otherwise. This has the added benefit of being a great exercise.

Rule three: Pigs don’t use furniture unless instructed otherwise. They don’t deserve comfort since they’ve been sitting on their fat asses for way too long already.

Rule four: Pigs eat and drink whatever is being fed to them. We compose healthy diets for every pig here to make them lose the weight. It doesn’t necessarily taste nice, but pigs are used to eating slop after all.

Rule five: Pigs do whatever they’re told. Be it exercise or otherwise, they will obey quickly and precisely. If not, punishment will follow.

Rule six: Pigs never take out their tails themselves.

Rule seven: Pigs never touch their fat greedy cunts. Excessive masturbation seems to always accompany overeating. There is a striking correlation between the two. Something to do with a complete lack of boundaries in my opinion.

Rule eight: Good behaviour may be rewarded with small privileges. Bad behaviour will result in these privileges being taken away and if necessary, further punishment.”

I swallowed hard. This was real. This was bad. Very fucking bad! I hadn’t expected this, to put it mildly. Suddenly I remembered that I wasn’t in the cage anymore. I could just remove the stupid hood and try to get out of here. I wouldn’t just take this! My hands went up towards my head and I tried to feel around for a way to remove the hood. I needed to be able to see. Frantically I pulled at it, but nothing budged. At the back of my neck was a padlock, but I didn’t have the key. I tried to tear at the material but it was too sturdy. I felt for the zipper that held my gag in place... and my fingers met another small padlock.

Suddenly a hard TWACK made me fall to the floor in agony. My left ass cheek felt like it was on fire. Another hard blow landed on my right ass cheek and I felt tears sting my eyes. I tried to scuttle away but the woman’s voice was stern. “Keep resisting and I’ll keep hitting you. I have quite the collection of canes at my disposal, I can assure you.” I decided to obey for now and I sat very still. Are you going to follow the rules now, pig?” The woman asked. I grunted my reply.

Stay tuned for chapter 9!

[MisterDare]

Please continue the story.