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Giving up everything to serve your Master truly means everything when you serve a bird like Pirate. The moment Katze’s pen touched the contract’s paper he’d rescinded all control, all decisions, and all rights...from now on, everything would be controlled by the pheagle’s decisions.
And that includes how the lion was going to look in 5 months time.
It was wonderful for the first few days. Endless sugary treats of chocolate and greasy burgers that never quite seemed to end, topped off with full-sugar soft drinks and buttermilk shakes, day by day the lion was ballooning in weight and size. Katze enjoyed the sensation of his soft and large belly growing ever larger, the struggle to fit into his old clothing was unusually exciting as well...losing so much autonomy and having the bird change and shape him so easily was a lot of fun, but even then the progress just wasn’t good enough for Pirate. Katze recalled the day Pirate stood behind him, playfully kneading his at-that-time small beer belly and saying that it just wasn’t growing as fast as he liked, then reached behind him to Katze’s cock and clicked on a pink chastity cage. “When you grow as large as I like, then MAYBE I’ll be giving’ ye th’ key, but fer now, yer not cummin’ till I see you get BIG!”
Days went by with Katze not really caring all that much about the cage. He was a submissive; he’d been in a cage for days at a time before, and he knew that it didn’t matter too much with his previous Master, and he knew that Pirate just wanted him to grow a little bit larger. Then those days turned into a week. And then another. And as a third week passed...Katze was starting to feel the strain. He coyly asked Pirate how much bigger he needed to be to get a chance at being unlocked, but Pirate merely smirked and said “Much bigger than that~”
By the end of that third week, Katze was borderline desperate. He went from casual snacking to full-on gluttony, his cock cage straining all the way as he was eager to grow bigger and bigger. He went up full dress sizes as he followed butter-cream bacon doughnuts with lard shakes, topped up with tons of sugary Coca Cola and heavy beer, but even as it was becoming hard to get up out of bed Pirate still kept the key around his neck, tauntingly jiggling it at the now hefty lion.
Katze was getting needy now. Even as the pheagle rented his ass out to his friends so that they could pound that musky fat feline rear, he still got no relief from it...only gaining was giving him enough pleasure by this point. Pirate had him addicted to food...slutting around was rewarded with more fatty treats, the more full condoms he brought back home from the sex club, the more litres of pure lard he was given. That thought was running through his head as he sucked down litres of lardshakes with boxes of burgers...and the mere act of pigging out was starting to become arousing in its own right. Katze’s cage would strain as he felt the thick, greasy mixture pour down his gluttonous gullet, precum leaking as he rubbed his obese belly. He was such a lithe and athletic lion, a proud example of his kind...and now he was barely fitting through the doorways of Pirate’s home. It was only 3 months into it by now, and the strain of chastity was constantly unbearable...Pirate had started to wand-vibe his cage whenever he would eat, further linking his gorging with sexual pleasure, and the lion had to wonder where it would end. By now, the only clothing that fit him were some cute pink leggings, and even those were visibly tight around his flabby thighs and porky arms.
Would he be bedbound? Would he ever be able to get back to normal? Is he...addicted to getting fatter and fatter? One day after an especially passionate session of public, anonymous sex, Pirate ordered the lion to waddle his fat ass over to the scales, the lion making thudding steps as he slowly lumbered his way there.The many filled up condoms that were making a “skirt” around his hefty hips bounced and jiggled, Katze took so many cocks from guys he never even knew, and all so he could gorge like the fat piggy he was.
He was so fat that he couldn’t even see his own cock, now hidden in the folds of fat, dripping a thick ooze of precum onto the floor as the pheagle read out his weight: a tremendous 219 kilograms. Katze blushed and smiled as he rubbed his graffitied belly, and for once in many months he asked again just at what limit Pirate would push him to.
Pirate chuckled as he swung the cage key around his finger: “Pff...lets just say, there’s gunna be cars that weigh less than you do, mate. Sorry mammal, but you gotta be gainin’ more weight than that t’ get th’ key~”
Katze felt a rush hearing that. Truly, Pirate wasn’t going to stop pushing him to grow. But at this point, gaining was a better rush than any orgasm could give him.
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