The following story is only fiction. None of the characters or situations are based on actual persons or events. Any similarity between these and real individuals or events is unintentional. Some of the subject matter may be triggering for survivors of sexual assault. Sensitive subject matter includes rape, torture, humiliation, psychological trauma, forced chemical dependency, forced impregnation and body modification/transformation. Reader assumes any liability beyond this warning.
Chapter 7: Cow and Piggy
Over the next few weeks many visible changes were taking place in both my little fucktoys and it was a very exciting time for me.
Ashley had now been on her new drug regiment for 6 weeks and her body and mind had been adapting to the effects very nicely. As her appetite increased so too did her food intake. She had gone from a mere 500 calories a day to a whopping 4500 calories a day in just a little over 4 weeks. I decided to weigh her on the third day just to get a semi accurate starting weight. She was far below what I had originally guessed. She had lost almost 20 lbs since her abduction and at the time was down to 89 lbs. In the first 6 weeks I managed to increase her body weight to 122 lbs. The Somatotropin combined with the constant stimulation from being penetrated and milked 24/7 had helped nicely to increase her bust to a full B cup and she had even began to lactate a little.
After the first 48 hours of constant fucking while under the influence of MDMA and Provestra something incredible had happened, though, I hadn’t noticed right away. It eventually occurred to me that she had not only stopped trying to get away from the dildo, but was now doing her best to fuck back onto it. She was taking all 8 inches of the dildo with ease and it looked like I would have to increase the girth and length very soon. Upon closer inspection and scrutiny over the video feed from inside the box I discovered that she was in fact having orgasms about every 15 to 30 mins. It was hard to tell at first as most of her facial expressions had left her permanently due to the trauma associated with her abduction, but there were moments in which her breathing would suddenly increase, stop and then resume as her eyes visibly rolled back. She made very few vocalizations at this point and the few sounds she made were limited to grunts and animalistic whimpers. She had ceased acknowledging Bianca altogether and only stared off into space when not sleeping or feeding. Any modestly she had clung to vanished completely and she no longer struggled to hold back her shit or piss. My filthy little piggy was coming into her own.
Bianca had undergone a few changes also. Her appetite had increased as well and I added lots of fast food to her diet. She was consuming around 3500 to 4000 calories a day and had packed on the weight like a champ. She had gone from 123 lbs to 168 lbs in no time at all and her B cup had increased to almost a full D cup. She still stubbornly refused to let go of her intellect and would occasionally still attempt to appeal to my humanity. However, I am not easily persuaded, so this only succeeded in getting her cunt raped repeatedly.
Her belly had started to show but I wasn’t sure if it was due to the pregnancy or just belly fat starting to build up. It was probably a combination of both. At any rate I was very pleased with my cow’s progress.
Around the 2nd week of pregnancy I ceased to call either of them by name. I referred to Ashley as “Piggy” and Bianca as “Cow.” I called both of them “fucktoy” so frequently that it must have often confused them as to who I was referring to. I enjoyed the idea of letting them guess.
One notable observation took place while Bianca was eating a bowl of chicken McNuggets mixed with fries and ketchup. Ashley, who was usually otherwise oblivious, started to stare at Bianca’s food bowl and then visibly begin to salivate. While I had not offered her the same dietary sustenance, Ashley had been eating more than just the mash. I treated her to several hostess snack cakes and occasional bags of potato chips throughout her weight gain. I purposely fed them differently to see how it would affect their sense of fairness and now there was clear evidence of an imbalance.
Over the next few days I stopped giving Ashley her treats and increased the amount of tantalizing dishes I gave to Bianca. Shockingly Bianca continued to eat the food without a second thought while Ashley stared with increasing jealousy. I began to wonder what would happen if Ashley’s hands were suddenly free to go for Bianca’s bowl. I’ll admit curiosity almost got the better of me but I decided to stick to the boundaries of my overall project.
Day after day, week after week, the due date steadily approached and with it my patience and dedication becoming more and more difficult to contend with. I knew that the end would most definitely justify the means but the idea did very little to ease my increasing anxiety over the approaching deadline. When I wasn’t busy with my finances or taking care of my toys I was completely engrossed in the task of learning about different birthing techniques.
From what I had been reading and watching, the most challenging task was still to come and I began in earnest to prepare myself mentally for everything that it would eventually entail.