a halloween feast
ch 1 heidi: a fateful stop
This tale is even darker than the ones I usually write, so it seems perfect for Halloween month. It's the fantasy of my collaborator - a lovely young woman who's also a member of FF (but wishes to remain anonymous lest one of you meat eaters try to track her down and gobble her up). Each chapter is in the voice of the name at the right of the ch #.

We hope you'll find this tale delightfully evil and deliciously twisted. Happy nightmares!
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Within the hour I will be dead. Killed by a monster I once believed may love me. But now I know that he is a butcher who sees me only as fattened livestock to be harvested for my meat.

How did I come to this? I know I brought this on myself. I can't deny it. Oh, if only I hadn't moved to Bavaria to get away from my troubles in Berlin. If only I hadn't seen the sign for "Frank's Bakery." If only I had resisted my tummy's grumbling and my insatiable hunger to fill my loneliness with sugary treats. If only... if only ... maybe then I would still be alive.

It started in summer last year. I had finally received my Bachelor's degree in Global Management in Berlin and had been accepted into the Master's program at Hof University. I was happy about that because I never felt comfortable in big cities like Berlin. Hof was so much smaller - only about 44,000 people, and in a beautiful part of Bavaria.

Besides, I had nothing left to love in Berlin since my boyfriend, Robert, left me. HE said we had just drifted apart the last two years, but I knew the real reason was that I had become too fat for him. The stress of finishing my degree, the pressure of graduation, my insatiable sweet tooth -- yeah, I admit it, I put on some some pounds. OK, maybe a lot of pounds, pretty much everywhere, but especially around my waist. And Robert always had an eye for those girls with the exaggerated hourglass figure. My hourglass now had big bulges in the middle so I guess he thought it was time to find someone else to criticize. To be honest, the more he criticized, the more I turned to goodies to make me feel better. So, yeah, the move to the Bavarian countryside sounded like just what I needed. How could I possibly know it would get me killed?

Near Hof is a little village named Selbitz. I loved the nature in and around Selbitz. SO much forest, silence and clean air. And the commute from there to the University was easy. I found a little flat in Selbitz that was exactly what I was searching for: Two rooms and a big kitchen. I loved it!

My first day at the University in Hof was October 4th. I was excited, but also nervous. New people around me, new city, new Uni and I didn't know anyone at all. Sure, it was MUCH better than loud, dirty, never sleeping Berlin, especially with the pain of an ex-boyfriend living nearby. Still, I was nervous. I felt alone and when I get nervous and lonely, I get hungry. To hold my tension under control I looked for something to snack on during my drive from Selbitz to Hof. Then I saw this place right there on the main street directly on the way to the University. The sign in the window said "THE BEST PRETZELS IN BAVARIA" and over the door, in big in red letters, was the name of the place: "FRANK`S BAKERY."

Now I had been a good girl that summer. I had fought hard to stay away from the goodies and had managed to drop a few kg. I was now down to 125 kg (275 lb).

"One pretzel can't hurt too much, can it?" I thought.

I had plenty of time. I'd just dash in and get a pretzel and then get back on the way to school. But the moment I entered the bakery, that plan was over. The smells of a good bakery are like nothing else in the world. I inhaled deeply and the aroma of all those breads and sinful confections mixed together into that unique scent that just wafts you away to calorie-land. Obviously I was going to take a little time in this place. I was amazed at the awesome cakes and donuts and cookies behind the counter. This was my world and somehow I felt the calm come back into my soul.

With all these delectable choices I had a terrible time trying to decide what I could buy, especially on my meager income. Then a deep and friendly voice broke through my mystical like haze..

"Hi, may I help you?"

I looked up and there he was, standing tall and strong and sexy. His green eyes were the first thing I noticed, but the rest of him was pretty impressive, too! He was tall, I guessed about 188 cm (6'2") and athletic, with short brown hair and green eyes. Did I mention the green eyes?? He was dressed casually in blue jeans and a black polo shirt with the logo for the bakery on it.

"WOW, what a man," I thought to myself.

He looked me over from head to foot and smiled, and I smiled back. There was a look in his eye I hadn't seen in a man's eyes for a while - at least 27 kg (60 lbs) ago.

"Can I help you?" he asked again, still smiling.

All of the sudden it hit me "he means me!"

"Em , um, I" .... the words stuck in my throat.

I had always been painfully shy, and whenever a good looking man was speaking to me, it always seemed a little surreal and I had trouble forming words. But now that was compounded by the sudden feeling that I didn't want to order all the things I had been thinking of getting. A few minutes ago I was sure that I was going to order at least 5 donuts and a large piece of strawberry cheesecake to take with me on my commute. But how could I order so much to eat from this big athletic hunk? Surely he'd think that I was hoggish if I bought all I wanted. So I did what most insecure fat girls do: I caved.

"Umm. I'd just like 1 doz... um, I mean 1 single donut with chocolate, please," I said with my best 'try to act grown up and not drool all over this guy' smile.

I fished some coins out of my purse and when I gave them to him our hands touched. I felt the warmth and the power in those big hands with slender fingers. I immediately started wondering what he could do to my body with those long ... No! No! I can't go there! I've got to go to school!

Keep your head on straight, Heidi, I thought! They didn't look like the hands of a baker to me; more like the hands of a pianist. While I waited for him to wrap my donut, I searched for some clever words in my head, but nothing came. He wasn't so tongue tied.

"You're new here at my bakery, aren't you? I'm sure I would have remembered seeing you here before. My name's Frank. I own the place. And you are ...?"

"Um, Heidi," I stammered. "Yes, this is my first time here. I just moved here from Berlin to finish my studies in Hof. It's my first day at the University there and I need some sweets to put against the tension. So here I am"

"Oh, I understand," he said sweetly. "I'd be nervous, too, if it was my first day. Here. This one's on me."

He wrapped another donut and dropped it in the paper bag.

"Just case your nerves need a bit more quieting," he winked. "Oh, and here is a book of coupons I give to special new customers. If you like the donuts and you want to try some other things, these coupons will give you two items for the price one. So just like today, for anything you buy you get the second one free," he said, dropping the coupon book into the bag with the donuts and handing it to me.

"Wow! Thank you. That's really generous," I gushed. "I'm sure I'll be back."

"I sure hope so!" He grinned. I melted.

"When you come, look for me. I'm here most of the time."

I could feel myself blush at that. "OK. I sure will! Thanks again."

I took my bag and left the bakery. Before I even started the car, the donuts were in my belly. They did make me calm down and my day at my new University went exceptionally well. But it was tiring.

As I drove home I thought of the handsome bakerman with the lovely smile and the mysterious green eyes who was obviously not put off by my curves. He was so friendly and sweet. Then I thought of Robert. I missed him a little bit. But then I thought what I REALLY missed was being held and caressed by someone who wasn't wishing I was some skinny chic that I could probably never be again.

When I got to my flat, I felt alone again and my hunger was back. I went to the fridge, opened it, pulled up a chair and sat down before the open door. Anything I could find made its way in my stomach, and it felt so good. So unbelievably good.


a halloween feast
ch 2 frank: the heidi project
I'm Frank, and you'll probably hate me before this tale is done. Honestly, I don't really care! Besides, I couldn't blame you if you do. I pretty much hate myself. But there is a hunger burning inside of me that I neither understand nor control. So, a long time ago, I gave up even trying to understand why I am what I am. That's almost always a waste of time anyway. All I know is that I am the bastard son of one of the most terrible men who ever walked the earth: the Russian cannibal Nikolai Dzhumagaliev, also known as "the Metal Fang." He claimed to have killed and eaten as many as 100 women between 1979 and 1980, and sometime in that same year, he found time to father me.

He's my biological father only. I never met the man. But if there is a cannibal gene, I obviously have it. I crave the meat. I can't help it. I can't stop it. So I hunt it. Unlike "bio-dad," I like my girl meat big and fat and juicy. And tonight I'm going to sink my teeth into a big round pot belly roast like I haven't had in a long time - thanks to Heidi, the greedy 205 kg /452 lb pig in that first bedroom down the hall.

I met her just about a year ago when she dropped into my bakery in Selbitz, not far from here. I noticed her as soon as she walked in the door. She was cute and curvy with big boobs and a nice round ass, but I was definitely attracted to her bulging belly the most. There's just something about a big round belly that turns me on and makes be salivate.

I watched her amble through the store, absentmindedly licking her lips and obviously affected by the smells and the look of our large collection of goodies. Right away I thought this girl might have serious potential to fatten up and make me a very tasty meal. I decided to wait on her myself.

I could tell she was attracted to me - she stammered when she tried to speak. It was really kind of cute. I noticed when she was looking through the store that she was writing down a list of the items she wanted to buy. But when I asked her what she wanted, she crumpled up her list and only ordered one donut. Well, that would never do. I needed to get her back into the bakery on a regular basis if I was going to guage what kind of gaining potential she might have. So when I filled her order, I added a second donut, and I gave her what I called my "bait pack" - a book of 20 buy-one-get-one-free coupons. I only give them to young women I think have the potential to gain easily. The greedy ones made sure to use all the coupons, usually within a month. I was betting this little plumper would be coming back in often to "calm her nerves" and to satisfy her sweet tooth.

I was exactly right! She came in again two days later, and by the end of the week she was making nearly daily visits to get larger and larger orders of goodies. It didn't take long to see where those calories were being deposited on her body. By the time the coupon book was finished I could definitely see some significant growth on this girl -- especially on her belly and rump. I wanted to make sure my new potential meal didn't stop coming in. So I gave her my second-level bait: 30 more BOGO coupons. Surely by the time she used up all of those I would know what kind of meat growing potential she had. She took the bait and for another month I watched her figure expand in all the right places, little-by-little each day.

She was a clever little porker, too. She knew how to get the most out of those coupons. It became routine to see her leaving the shop with four cakes, a couple of dozen brownies, and perhaps another two dozen of her favorite custard-filled cream puffs. She must have been polishing them off pretty fast because I now saw her body thickening more rapidly.

We would strike up a conversaion just about every time she was in the shop. She'd often make a comment that she really should cut down on all these goodies but they were so good! I would tell her that she looked great to me, which always made her blush. After I realized how quickly she was gaining, I would load her up with all kinds of free things I knew she would like that were so rich and fattening she was sure to get into that "indulge and bulge cycle" where I needed her to be to reach her full succulent meaty potential.

For example, one of my favorite ploys with girls like Heidi was to invite her back into the kitchen and ask her to sample new recipes I was working on. If she really liked one I would be sure to put a full load of them into her shopping bag as a "thank you" for helping me test them. After just a few visits she would ask me if I had any new things to test and if I said "no" she would pout. Oh, I just love greedy fat girls. They are so easy to manipulate!

But then, one day I asked her to try some new treat and she refused. This was so not like her. I asked her why. Did she no longer like my baking? She told me she had gained a little over 11kg (25 lbs) since she discovered my shop and that she was now pushing 300. Now this is a very unusual thing for a woman to confess to a casual acquaintance. I don't know why she said it, but it was information I was dying to know. I asked her out right on the spot. She eagerly accepted and I moved "the fattening of Heidi" project into phase two.

ch 3 heidi: first date
It didn't take long for my joy at being in a new University in a new town to fade. My studies were challenging and stressful, and, though I loved my flat and the new town, I was lonely. I'm kind of shy and don't make friends quickly, so I guess that's one reason I visited the Bakery so often. It always made me feel better to go in there. I got to know some of the girls who work there and some of the other "regulars," like me, and that was nice. Besides, the goodies were so wonderful and Frank had given me all these "buy one, get one free" coupons. I mean, how can you turn down goodies with a deal like that, huh?

I guess I was also kind of fascinated with Frank. He was such a big handsome guy, yet he didn't seem to be bothered by my weight. In fact, everytime I saw him he made some nice compliment on my looks. I've never been good at accepting compliments on how I look, especially from handsome men. I would just brush aside his nice words and change the subject. But deep inside, I really liked hearing them. They were like a balm to my soul.

Well, with my loneliness and all those visits to the bakery, I started packing on more weight. I didn't really notice it at first. But one night I was picking out something to wear to a big charity gala at the University. I stood in front of my wardrobe and took out my best little black dress. It was knee length with golden straps. I bought it just before I moved to Selbitz. But when I tried to get into it, I couldn't get it over my belly and ass. I struggled with it for 10 minutes and when I finally did get it up, it was sooo tight that all the contours of my figure, including my new rolls of fat, were bulging out everywhere for all to see. I was heartbroken as I looked in the mirror. This would never do! Getting out of the dress was even worse and I wound up ruining it.

I looked at myself in the mirror in just my bra and panties. I grabbed two big hands full of my big fat belly and shook it, then let it wobble. I was shocked. I was sad. I was so mad at myself for getting this way! I stepped on the scale. I couldn't believe it! Just over 136 kg (300 lbs). Wow! I was 11.34 kg (25 pounds) heavier than I was the day I moved into my flat! I decided I just had to lose some weight. "I just can't let myself go like this anymore,"

But did I go for a run? Or do some exercise? Or join a gym? No. I did what I always do when I'm sad - I ate. I grabbed the last 4 donuts that I got from Frank that morning and I gobbled them up, but they didn't satisfy me - they just fueled the hunger that was washing over me. I began hunting for anything sweet and decadent I could stuff into my mouth to ease the pain. A huge chocolate candy bar. Three ice cream bars. A liter of chocolate milk! I crammed it all into my mouth like there was no tomorrow. Even though I had already eaten a large dinner, I just couldn't stop. The craving was so strong!

This wasn't normal hunger -- it was an obsession to fill a hole in my heart through overfeeding my tummy. When I had eaten every fattening thing in my flat, I began to think of handsome Frank and all the donuts and cakes and other goodies in his bakery. "I'll go over there," I thought. "I'll buy everything in the place." I was crazy. On fire! My cravings for food were insane.

But by now my belly was so stuffed and stretched out that I couldn't find anything that would cover it. I couldn't drive down there nude! So I finally gained control and thought to myself, "OK! That's IT! That is my last binge! From now on, I will loose weight! Starting first thing in the morning."

The next morning I dropped by the bakery on the way to the University, resolved to buy only one small pretzel for lunch. Of course, the moment I entered the bakery and the smells of all those fabulous baked goods hit me, my resolve just dissolved.

"Hey, Heidi!

It was Frank, and he was looking me over and smiling so broadly. Oh, my. That felt so good inside my soul!

"I'm glad to see you! Your timing is perfect. Come on over."

Of course, I did. What girl wouldn't?

"You look great, today, Heidi! I was hoping you'd drop in this morning."

I knew I didn't look great today. I looked FAT!! But his eyes seemed so sincere - so honest when he said that. Was it possible? Could it be that my fat really does look good to his eyes?

"I've been working on this new apple fritter for Halloween," he said. "Would you be willing to taste it for me and tell me what you think?"

Normally I would have jumped at the chance. I had many times before. And I would LOVE for him to feed me an apple fritter. But with the mood I was in that morning, the very question irritated me. "Surely he can see how fat I am," I thought. "Why is he still offering me fattening goodies to taste for him? Ummm. Unless he really is a fat lover. I've heard that guys like that exist, but I've never met one."

I decided to try to find out.

"No, thanks," I said, looking at the fritter and biting my lower lip. "It looks yummy, but ... well, I've gained about 25 pounds since I first found this shop. I'm just over 300 now. I've got to loose some weight so I'm starting on a strict diet today."

As soon as I said those words, Frank's ever smiling face changed to a stern expression for a moment. I had never see that look on his face before. I wasn't quite sure what he was thinking, but I knew that my answer wasn't the response he had hoped for. Thankfully, a few seconds later he started smiling again.

"Aw, Heidi, you don't need to go on a diet. What you need is to go on a date with me! This Saturday. What do you say?"

I was stunned! Frank had always been nice and sweet to me in the store, but I never in a million years imagined he would ask me out!

"A date? With me? Really? Are you serious?"

"Of course I'm serious," he replied sincerely.

Holy crap! He IS serious! I felt a tingle in my belly and I blushed.

"Should I take that blush as a yes," he asked.

"Yes," I said, feeling my blush grow deeper.

"Wonderful! Then let's meet Saturday at 6:00 PM at the new buffet three blocks north of here on this same street. Will that work for you?"

"Sure! I've heard great things about that place but I haven't been there yet."

"I have. You'll love it. Now promise to come hungry."

"I'm always hungry. That's my problem."

"Maybe," he said, and then added, "Or maybe it's just your gift."

What a curious thing to say. Still, I couldn't have been more excited about having dinner with this big, handsome man who is obviously not put off by my fat belly.

By the night of our date, I was really nervous. Even though I knew Frank had no problems with my weight, I still tried to eat only a little bit because I was afraid he might change his opinion of me. I also noticed that Frank ate very little -- only a little bit of pork and a salad. So, taking my cue from him, I just chose some chicken nuggets and a little bit of salad.

"Heidi, you're going to starve to death eating like that? Aren't you hungry? You only took a few pieces of chicken." He looked disappointed.

"Well, to be honest, I don't want to embarrass you by eating like a pig. If I ate everything I wanted on that buffet, I'd become absolutely huge!"

Hit eyes lit up. "I can't think of anything sexier than to see you become huge."

With that I gasped. I had never heard a man talk that way before!

"You can't mean that." I said.

"I'm absolutely serious," he replied. "I love it when woman feel free to enjoy their food. Food is so sensual, don't you think?"

"Oh, yes," I replied. He was singing my song now.

"I'm telling you I am not at all attracted by skinny women. Women are suppose to have curves, not angles! A lot of women are so skinny you can't tell if they're a woman or a man! Ick."

His little rant made me giggle. I had never met a man before who liked big women over skinny ones. Never! But here was a big, strong, athletic man who LIKES his women curvy. Who WANTS his women soft and plump. But big and fat - like me? I just had to ask, so I blurted it out.

"But I already have lots of curves, Frank. Are you saying you would like me to have more?"

Frank said nothing in response. He just smiled, stood up, and headed back to the buffet line. In a moment he and came back with a plate full of all the good tasting things the buffet had to offer. My eyes must have been as big as saucers when I saw all that food he wanted me to eat. And knowing how he would enjoy seeing me eat it all, I got a little tingle, too. For the first time in my dating life I gave into my inner hunger and eagerly gobbled up nearly everything he brought.

As I ate and ate, Frank enjoyed watching me enjoy every bite. It was like he was enthralled and fascinated to see me eat with such abandon. He was aroused, and that made me aroused. When I cleaned the first plate, he brought me a second plate. I began to eat all the food on that plate, too, but he had dipped out portions so large, I just couldn't finish it. My belly was so distended it was threatening to split the seams on my dress! So I decided to stop.

"Whew," I groaned. "That was delicious!"

Once again I saw that serious and concerned look on Frank's face for a moment. I couldn't quite figure out what he was thinking, but in a few seconds he smiled again and remained friendly and charming the rest of the evening.

"Well, did you enjoy your evening?" He asked as he walked me to my car.

"I did! It was amazing, Frank. Thanks for a wonderful night. In fact, I think this has been the first night since I moved here that I have felt truly happy and not the slightest bit lonely."

"Could we do this again then? Maybe Tuesday?"

"Sure!" I smiled. "I'd love that!"

"OK. It's a date. Don't forget -- come hungry!"

"I promise," I said, patting my stuffed belly.

I felt like the luckiest girl in the world. How could I know I had just sealed my fate?


ch 4 frank: reconnaissance
Our first date went perfectly. I could see Heidi had enormous potential to get very fat indeed! We began seeing each other several times a week and, of course, huge amounts of food were always involved.

It was clear Heidi was dating me for romance. It may be that I was the first man she had ever been with who adored her heavy body -- and I certainly did adore it. I loved the look of it. I loved the feel of it. I loved helping her create more meat on those bones of hers. But, unfortunately for her, my interest in seeing her enlarge those curves wasn't only about the aesthetic look of them. She didn't know this, of course. She would come to know it in time, but this wasn't the time. This was the time for me to encourage her to over eat.To make her feel wonderful about herself. Did I think she was attractive? Yes! Did I enjoy caressing her and complementing her? Sure! Did I enjoy The sensuality of feeding her and of making love to her? Absolutely!

But make no mistake: my interest in Heidi was not romantic. It was culinary.

After that first date I was convinced I had found the perfect schweinchen (piggy) for a perfect feast. My experience told me that with her height and body type, her ideal weight for MY tastes would be around 204.11 kg (450 lbs). Since Heidi claimed to be slightly over 136 kg (300 lbs) now, and I had no reason to doubt that, I estimated it would take another 7 weeks or so to get her up to 147.4 kg (325 lb). At that point I'd take her to my secret Masthaus (fattening house) where I was confident I could increase her weight through steroid injections and massive feedings by an average of 6.9 kg (15 lbs) a month. That would bring her to schlachtgewicht (slaughter weight) by the end of October. A long term project, to be sure, but from the feel of her flesh under my fingers I could tell that there was ample muscle there, and as she put on large amounts of fat, that muscle would take on the well marbled texture that made any meat more juicy and flavorful. The way her flesh was evenly distributed with a little extra on her always hungry belly, I knew she would be well worth the effort. And with her warm personality, her eagerness to please, her charm and intelligence, and her sweet temperament, I felt Schweinchen Heidi would be a very pleasant project indeed. So I slotted her in for my Halloween Feast and began Phase 4 of the project: reconnaissance. During the dating phase I would be searching for any weaknesses I could use to trigger her hunger so I could mold her body just the way I wanted it to be.

I'd already been making notes of her favorite foods and those fattening goodies she simply cannot ever resist. I was now making notes about what makes her happy, where she is emotionally vulnerable, what triggers emotional or binge eating. Basically anything I can find to use against her willpower -- anything that helps me manipulate this girl so I can fatten her up as fast as possible to the size I want her to be.

For example, some women eat when they're happy. Others binge when they're sad. It was obvious that Heidi was enjoying my attention. Ever since she understood that I enjoyed watching her eat and that I wanted her to gain, she felt free to let herself go whenever she was with me. She'd throw caution to the wind and eat to her heart's content - at least partially to please me. It was exciting to her that she could turn me on just by stuffing herself, or even by telling me her current weight and measurements whenever she gained a few. But, of course, she wasn't with me 24/7. The more I could learn about her vulnerabilities, the more I could use that information to my advantage to keep her growing even when I wasn't personally around.

On her birthday we planned an extra special dinner and she asked me to pick her up particularly early - at 5:00 PM. But I was delayed at the Bakery and I didn't her her place until 5:30. When I knocked on the door of her flat I could tell she had been crying, and she was nibbling on a large chocolate bar. I had a hunch the two things were related.

In the car I apologized for being late and explained how difficult it was to leave precisely at 5:00 PM.

"It doesn't matter," she said. "I was just trying to avoid being home when my father called. He always calls me on my birthday at precisely 5:25."

"Interesting!" I said. "Why so precise?"

"He's a lawyer and time is money, you know?"

There was a lot of emotion the way she said those words. I pressed further.

"So why were you trying to avoid his call?" I asked.

"It's complicated, Frank," she sighed. "Our relationship has never been good. He's a controlling, self-absorbed, fat phobic jerk -- more interested in his career than in me. He can be very hard and cruel. And mean! I only hear from him on Christmas and my birthday, and when he does call he almost always makes me cry. I tell you, Frank, he can say the most cutting things to me, and he thinks it's a compliment."

"Really? How so?" I asked. This was getting interesting.

"OK. He bought me a beautiful dress for my 16th birthday. But it was two sizes too small for me. When I told him it was too small he said, 'I know. And when you loose enough of that blubber to fit into it, you'll be the prettiest girl In town.' Can you imagine how that made me feel? It was horrible!"

Oh, wow, I thought. That did sound deliciously mean! I had to turn my head quickly so she wouldn't see me smirk at that one.

"So what did you do, Heidi?" I asked, putting as much fake empathy into my voice as possible.

"I did what I always do: I locked myself into my room and stuffed myself full of chocolate bars the rest of the day."

That was exactly what I was hoping she'd say.

"So when you get upset or you feel humiliated you turn to sweets?"

"Not just sweets," she laughed. "Any comfort food I can get my hands on!"

Yes! She was a "humiliation eater!" My favorite prey. They're so much easier to manipulate. Heidi was going to be a very fun project.

"I see," I said, in a dry tone, trying to mask my joy. "So since you were home when you got Dad's call, how are you feeling now?"

"A little blue -- and starving!! I could eat a house!!"

"Good for me, then!" I grinned.

"Good for you, then," she smiled. Then she patted her large round belly, pursed her lips and spoke to it as though she was speaking to a precious child. "And good for you, too, baby. We're gonna make you happy tonight."

On our next date three days later I thought I'd try a little humiliation myself. When she walked out of her flat she noticed that I was driving a tiny Mini Cooper convertible.

"Where's your other car, Frank?"

"Oh, it's in the shop. This is a loaner." I lied. In fact I had rented this car specifically for the date.

"I'll never fit into that!" she pouted.

"Well, you'll need to figure out how to squeeze your fat butt in there somehow because this our ride tonight."

She looked at me with a pained expression on her face, but she said nothing. She just sucked in her breath and stuffed herself into the tiny front seat. When we got to the restaurant I opened the door for her, but didn't offer her my hand. She grunted and panted as she tried in vain to unfold her body and get out of the car. I found the whole thing amusing and I chuckled. Her cheeks turned crimson in embarrassment.

"Frank," she said dejectedly, "I'm stuck. Could you please give me a hand getting out of this tiny car?"

"Sure thing, Tubby." Give me your arm and exhale.

Resigned to her humiliation, she did as I asked and I managed to pry her from the car. But rather than get angry with me for my obvious rudeness, she apologized for being so fat.

"But I love you for being so fat," I said. "And I'm going to take you into this restaurant and fatten you up some more."

"Why, so you can laugh at me some more?"

"Maybe."

Our dinner that night was not as cheery as other nights had been, but she was ravenous! My little test had worked. I had a new tool to help fatten up my growing Schweinchen. She didn't stand a chance.

Of course, I couldn't play the "humiliation card" all the time or in such an overt way -- at least not while she still had to opportunity to run away. While she was with me, I was usually able to get her to eat massive amounts of food by feeding her. But in those times when we were not together, a touch of humiliation kept her over eating all by herself.

One night I called her up to break a date.

"Sorry, Heidi, but we can't go out tonight."

"Why?" she asked, obviously disappointed.

"Because my car is back in the shop and the only thing I have is that Mini-Cooper you got stuck in last time."

"That's ok," she said. "I don't mind."

"No, you're just too fat for that car now. I don't want to mess with that. Besides, something's come up at the bakery and I'm going to have to go over there. But I'm going to send over some food and goodies for you since we can't go out. OK?"

"OK" she said dejectedly. "But I'd rather have you."

"I know. I'm going to try to get a bigger car by Friday. OK? Night."

She told me later she finished off a whole roast chicken, a pint of notators and gravy, and 3 dozen cookies that night.

The next time she dropped into the Bakery she came up to me and whispered. "I have a surprise for you."

"What's that?" I whispered back.

"My scale said 325 today."

"Really? Why you little butterball! That's great! Let's celebrate with a movie over in Hof tonight. How does that sound?"

"It sounds great!"

I picked her up at her flat that night at 5:30. She never went back home.

ch 5 heidi: kidnapped!
One day I entered the bakery with good news for my handsome lover. He stood there smiling at me -- he was so charming.

"Hello my fat beauty," he said. "It's soo nice to see you."

The first times we dated it bothered me when he called me "fat." I wasn't used to someone saying that as a compliment. But the more he said it to me, the more I felt beautiful when he called me that, so I smiled back at him and I could feel the butterflys in my fat belly.

"Hello, my favorite bakerman! I have a suprise for you." I took his big gentle right hand and put it on my belly. He grabbed it and began kneading it, right there in view of the bakery door.

"Oh lady, I can feel you had tooo many donuts, huh?"

"Maybe," I giggled. I stood on tiptoes to get close to his ear and whispered, "My scale says 11.34 kg (25 lbs) worth of too many donuts. Thanks to you I'm up to 147.4 kg (325 lbs) now." I could see the twinkle in his eyes when he heard that number and that gave ME a little thrill. I never ever thought I would enjoy telling a man that I had gained weight -- or that he would be pleased to hear it. It was so... so liberating! Exciting!

"We should go out and celebrate that, my little butterball. How about the cinema in Hof tonight?"

"With extra portion popcorn?"

"Yes, two of them," he said, patting my butt admiringly. "I pick you up at 5:30."

We had a wonderful evening! The film was awesome and Frank couldn't keep his hands off me. Stroking my thighs, kneading my arms. All my life, every man I ever knew or cared anything about did nothing but criticize me for my weight. THIS man LOVED my fat. He adored it when I gained. He didn't encourage me to diet -- he tempted me to eat even more. He totally had me hooked.

After the cinema we drove to a viewpoint outside of the city, close to the forest around Hof, where we could see the lights of the town. Once we parked in the lot, Frank reached into the back seat of his car and brought out two glasses and a bottle of my favorite Icewine. We had to walk a little bit uphill from parking spot to get to the viewpoint.

"I'll go on up ahead. I have a little suprise for you," Frank said with a sly smile, and he ran on up the hill.

For me the way was exhausting. I was so fat and out of shape I was puffing and panting. A couple of times I had to just stop to and catch my breath.

"Hey fatty, were are you?" he called from the top of the hill. "Did you find a donut on path which I didn't see?"

I have to admit, this comment stung me a little bit. But I said to myself, "He didn't mean it as an insult. To him 'fatty' is a good thing." So I ignored it and continued I my difficult climb.

When I got to the top of the hill I saw Frank. He stood in front of some candles on the ground. In his hands he had the glasses with wine. "Oh I love him so much," I thought.

"You are so cute" I panted, still trying to catch my breath.

"So are you, you out of breath butterball. Let us clink glasses and drink a toast to us - Miss Piggy and her handsome lover."

He smirked a little bit. I was puzzled. This was the first time he called me a piggy - at least to my face. But again, I assumed he meant it as a term of endearment, like a little pet name for me, so I ignored it. Looking back on it now, I guess I should I have seen all these comments as clues that his real intentions for me were dark and sinister! If I had, maybe I would have been able to get away. Maybe I wouldn't be in this situation I'm in now! But I didn't see it. I'm sure I didn't WANT to see it. I was floating on the fantasy that I had finally found someone who loved me for who I was. It never even occured to me I was actually in the grasp of a cold blooded killer who saw me as nothing more than a meat animal, to be fattened, butchered, and devoured.

"Im so happy I met you, Heidi," he said, turning up the fake charm. "You are the most beautiful woman I ever have seen."

What woman wouldn't smile upon hearing that? I had never heard those words spoken to me in my entire life! I felt those butterflys in my belly again.

"Me too, Frank," I gushed. "You are the man I've been searching for my whole life."

We clinked out glasses drank our wine and then...

...the next thing I remember is waking up in this room. My head was pounding. I felt like my arms and legs weighed a ton. I struggled to get my bearings. The light around me seemed so so bright it hurt my eyes. I was lying on something soft, but I couldn't move my arms and legs at all. I felt I had nothing on but my bra and panties. Everything was quiet.

After a few minutes I got accustomed to the brightness and began to look around. I was lying in a big bed, my arms and legs were bound by ropes. On the wall in front of me red numbers were shining on a big display. It said 147.87 kg / 326 lbs. The room was warm and cozily furnished, on the walls were large pictures with a cake motif. One of donuts, on the other cheesecake....

Were was I? Why can't I move? What's going on? I struggled against the ropes, trying to free my arms and hands, but it was no use. I didn't stand a chance. The only thing that was moving was the quivering fat on my body.
I heard a faint chuckle behind me.

"So, my fat Schweinchen (piggy) isn't able to move?"

FRANK!!! IT WAS FRANKS VOICE!!!

"Frank! What's going on here? Release me!"

The chuckle turned to an evil laugh. "Heidi, my Heidi. I can't. If I release you, you will try to run away, and that I cannot allow. Although as fat as you are you probably wouldn't get very far." The laughter kept going and sounded even meaner than before.

"Did you really think, I fell in love with you? Did you really think I will stop fattening you? Tsk tsk tsk."

"Frank, what are you saying!? That isn't funny anymore!" I started to cry. "You said I was beautiful in your eyes, that you love my body, that you love me."

"Of course! It's true! You ARE a beautiful woman in my eyes. I adore every pound of you, but I have to tell you it isn�t enough for me. I WANT MORE!" His voice got louder. More stern. "A greedy piglet like you, you have the potential to become sooo fat! I want to stuff you until you grow so big and fat that I don't need a rope to bind you - so fat that you would not even dare to TRY to run away. It would be so foolish.

"Pleeaase, relase me, Frank. I won't run away, I promise!!!"

Frank came in front of the bed. He was wearing nothing but his pants. His strong powerful chest and arms made it clear that he could do whatever he wanted with me and I would never be strong enough to resist him. Although I was in this awkward situation, I was relieved to see him. It just couldn't be that Frank, my love, really meant all those things he was saying. This must be some kind of game. He can't be serious. But those hopes were dashed in a moment.

Frank had an evil, diabolical smile as he stood over me and looked at me. He slapped my fat defenseless belly - hard! Then he spoke with a coldness in his eyes I had never seen before.

"You are right, my meaty Schweinschen," he said. You won't 'run.' You cannot 'run' anymore. But you could try to waddle away. However, I can't allow that. Although that you are at my house with a high security level, I can't undo your ropes. Not yet."

"But I have an offer for you," he continued. "If you eat tomorrow what I want you to eat, I'll show you your new home - the place you will live for the rest of your life."

He came close to me and patted my belly, tenderly this time.

"This will grow, my dear. I promise. This will grow."

He kissed my belly, turned and left the room. As he left he turned off the lights and I was left alone, in the dark, sobbing.

I was terrified! Defenseless. Heartbroken. I had no idea what was coming next, but I knew I was in deep, deep trouble, and there was nothing I could do to stop whatever Frank was planning to do to me. In a moment I heard the sounds of ocean waves breaking on the shore. If this was to help calm me down, it didn't work. I knew that night that my life was over, and I cried myself to sleep.

ch 6 frank: in total control
Now that Heidi was here at my Masthaus, she was completely under my control.

Obviously she was confused, angry, and hurt to wake up and find herself betrayed by one who had worked to secure her trust, then betrayed it so completely. She would need time alone to process all of this and to understand her new reality. So, after letting her know what her new circumstances were, I turned off the lights and left her alone. Physically, anyway. But when got back to my Kontrolle und Vorbereitungsraum (control & preparation room) down the hall, I turned on the subliminal audio loop I had prepared just for her the week before, so all through the night I was speaking to her subconscious mind encouraging her to be calm, to trust me, and to do whatever I ask.

The loop plays soothing ocean sounds, partly to calm her down, but buried in the audio are subliminal messages that her subconscious brain will recognize, but her conscious mind will not. The technique sounds very simple, but it's one of the most powerful technologies available to program a person's mind without their ability to resist the programming.

I'm very proud of my Masthaus! I've spared no expense to make it very secure and to give me all the tools I need to make the feeding and fattening process of my prey as efficient and as enjoyable as possible, at least for me, and for them, too, so long as they do exactly what I say. If they don't follow my instructions, there is also a dungeon downstairs where they are disciplined until they decide to cooperate.

Every room in the house, including the bathrooms, is equipped with security cameras that all feed to large monitors in the control room. From there I can keep a constant eye on any of my "guests."

Since Heidi is my current Mastschwein (fatling pig), she is housed in what I call the "Schweinestall" (pig pen). Despite the name, it is actually a very comfortable three room suite.

In the first room she has a small dining set, a sofa and recliner, a well-stocked fridge, a treadmill, and a TV where she can watch movies. But this TV hookup is very special. It's similar to the audio system I mentioned before. It has a little black box installed so no matter what she's watching, every 30 seconds the video feed will flash a very quick subliminal message to snack or eat. In all the months she's been here, she never noticed it, but when she's watching that TV, she never goes more than 10 minutes without eating a snack of some kind. It's amazingly effective in increasing appetite!

The treadmill is important. Up until the last few months of growth I insist my current Schweinchen (piggy) spend 30 minutes on the treadmill every day. After all, her muscles are the meat, so I want them to grow as well. That's also why I give her steroid injections - to grow that meat. Later, in the last few months of her fattening, I'll take her off the treadmill so that the muscles will acquire more fatty tissue. That's what will give her meat that wonderful marbled effect that will make it more juicy and succulent and delicious. Oh, my. Just saying that makes me drool.

The bedroom is very cozy, decorated with large photos of some of her favorite foods. The bed is attached to a digital scale with readouts in both kg and pounds which she can see from the bed, and which also show up on my control room monitor.

And, of course the bathroom camera is a great way to examine her body, especially in the shower, and see where her new flesh is distributed.

As you can see, Heidi is not my first Mastvieh Schwein. I've done this many times before. This is a very sophisticated operation and the process is always the same. Through the months my prey is trapped here I, use the psychological profile I developed on her when we were dating to keep her eating and gaining weight as rapidly as possible. If I know that if she's an emotional eater, like Heidi, I know that when she's depressed or blue or feeling threatened, she'll turn to food to comfort her. So I use teasing and humiliation techniques to trigger those emotional food binges.

But, just like a steady diet of nothing but sweets makes poor meat, if I offer her only a steady diet of humiliation and cruelty, those techniques would ultimately become ineffective. I needed to balance harshness with gentleness, praise, and tenderness. In this way even a captive can begin to feel loyalty and even affection for her captor. It's these times of tenderness and nurture that trigger the "Stockholm Syndrome" which will make her malleable and obedient and, ultimately, she will cease to fight her destiny.

With Heidi I have alternated those times of tenderness with times of harshness and they have worked very effectively. There was one time, however, when I treated her very harshly. It was in one of her first months here. She decided she would not eat her daily ration of food. She defied me and it was important to put her in her place.
So I put her in chains, and locked her in the dungeon. I denied her all food - only water. I told her, "You didn't want to eat -- so now you will starve." I forced her to sleep on straw instead of a bed. I even denied her bathroom privileges and she had to wallow in her own dirt.

It was disgusting. It was cruel. But I needed to teach her a lesson about obedience and about just how terrible it is to feel the wrath of the only other human she'll see for the rest of her life. She learned the lesson in a painful way.

ch 7 heidi: in the dungeon
After Frank kidnapped me and brought me under his total control, I lost track of the days. In my room I could see no daylight so every day was pretty much the same as the one before it. Every day I had to eat such a lot of food. Every 2 hours he brought new goodies, which he forced me to eat. And many were heavy foods, too. All tasty, and very fattening. Chicken, fries, sweets of all kinds, especially things he knew were my favorites like a lot of cake and donuts. It was delicious, I must admit, and all well prepared. But there was just so much of it! And I was expected to eat every bite!

I know it probably sounds crazy to you, but somehow eating all these comfort foods seemed to help me process my situation better. The food was the only thing I had, really, to make me feel good. And when I was able to eat everything he gave me, which was most of the time, Frank was friendly, charming and tender. I liked it when he was that way.

But sometimes I had problems finishing everything because it was just too much food! My belly was already stretched and hurting. I would be groaning in pain, but that didn't matter to Frank. Instantly his friendly personalty would vanished and he became mean - even cruel. He might bind my hands and feet with ropes to the headboard and footboard of the bed, and then hand feed me the rest of the meal - stuffing it down my throat if necessary. Cramming it into me as though I was a Christmas goose being stuffed for the oven.

One day he wanted me to eat a hole Sacher Torte. It was wonderfully rich and chocolatey. Absolutely delicious. But it was huge! I ate and ate, but more than half of it was left and I was sure I wouldn't be able to finish it. I was SO full from the meal two hours before. My tummy was stretched and I thought "one bite more and I will burst."

But Frank didn't care he just started yelling at me and humiliating me.

"You ugly greedy piggy, look at you. What can you do but eat? You let yourself go and you are getting so unbelievable fat! Every man on earth would be laughing at you now. They would want nothing to do with you, you fat sow! But not me! I am the only man on earth who would want you. And I want even MORE of you. So KEEP ON EATING!

He began hand feeding me the rest of the cake -- fast! He was stuffing my face so quickly that I was having problems breathing! Somehow he got it down me. Then he turned me on my side, my arms above my head, dangling from the rope on the headboard of the bed. In front of me my huge stuffed belly was sprawled out over the bed. I wished I could hold it in my hands because of the heavy pain I felt in my overstuffed gut, but I couldn't.

Frank sat down beside me, stroking my hair, and whispering in my ear, "Good piggy. You are such a good piggy." He let his hand glide all over my body, kneaded all my fat tenderly, almost reverently, and kissed me everywhere. Ohh, it felt so good to get this "love" from him! I enjoyed every touch, every stroke, every kiss. And although I had this pain of overstuffing, I felt a sense of calm, now that the stuffing was over. He was obviously proud of what I had just done and, even though I knew I was his captive, and I knew what he wanted to do to me, his touch and his pleasure at my accomplishment made me feel appreciated and, yes, even loved - at least for the moment.

He stood up and looked at the digital display. 154.68 kg / 341 lbs. A satisfied smile came over his lips.

"Ah, we have a long way to go together till Halloween, my growing Mastschweinchen," (fatling piggy) he said, gently rubbing my stretched and extended belly. "But I will have you ready to be my very special guest at my Halloween feast. I'm serving "potbelly roast - medium rare."

He start laughing so viscously and loudly at his evil joke that my pleasant thoughts changed instantly to fear! Dark thoughts now filled my mind and my eyes were wide open, looking at my captor and his evil laughing. Frank saw my fear and he leaned over me, patted my belly a few times and said with a big sardonic grin on his face, looking straight into my eyes...

"Mmmm. Yes, definitely, potbelly roast." Then he bent down and licked my belly making a loud slurping noise. Instantly a shiver of fear shot down my spine. There was no question in my mind now what he meant by that.

Frank stood up, un-hooked my shackles, and left the room.

I felt so ashamed, so humiliated, so used, so helpless and sad -- all the emotions that trigger my appetite for chocolate. And there it was! Even with my swollen, painfully overstretched aching belly. Even though I knew, without a doubt, that gorging on chocolate would only hasten my fattening and make ready for slaughter even sooner. But there it was - the craving that would probably hasten my doom.

"No!" I thought defiantly. "This is enough! It is foolish to eat myself into an early grave." I decided I would eat nothing more. I will starve myself. Maybe I can prevent gaining more weight. Maybe I can find a way out of here and live!'

Two hours later, when Frank came to again, bringing me a new protion of food, I pressed my lips together and refused to eat.

"Hey, piggie, whats up? Don't you want to eat? You know you have no choice!"

"No! I will starve. I won't eat any of that! I ... "

Suddenly I saw rage welling up in him. His eyes were angry and cold and I knew I would regret my decision in the next moment.

"Fine, you foolish girl! If you don�t want to eat, you will get nothing to eat. NOTHING. I should butcher you right now! But I'll give you worse than that. I'll give you time to reconsider your decision."

Immediately he seized my arms and pulled me violently out of the bed. He chained my hands behind my back and then he dragged me downstairs. I tried to fight against him, but I had no chance. He was too big and powerful for me. I stumbled down the steps behind him.

Once downstairs he swung open a heavy door and violently shoved me into a dark and smelly room. He pulled scissors out of his pocket and cut off my slip and my bra so I stood there, naked and shivering, and in chains, in this dark room, only a small flickering light above me. Frank shoved me again and I fell down hard on my side, onto the cold concrete floor. It hurt so much! Frank just stood there glaring at me and laughing at my wobbling, jiggling fat. I sobbed in pain on the filthy floor.

"Now we'll see who wins this battle of wills, you stupid girl! Your ever hungry fat belly or your determination. But let me tell you, you fatling porker -- you will get nothing from me until you beg me for food. Do you hear me? No blanket, no heat, no pillow, no bathroom privileges. NOTHING. Until you meekly BEG me for food."

I had never seen Frank so furious! He left the room and slammed the door. I heard the clank of the lock, then he stomped upstairs and slammed that door as well. It was the loneliest sound I had ever heard.

ch 8 heidi: in the dungeon pt 2
What had I done? There I was. Alone, lying on the cold floor of this dungeon room - completely naked and in chains. And although I had been stuffed and crammed so full just two hours before, all I could feel was hunger. Big hunger!

"But I can't give in." I thought. "I have to stay strong if I want to live."

I looked around and saw some straw at the edge of the room. I crawled over to it and gathered some of it up to try to sleep on. As I was pulling the straw together I saw something that made my blood run cold. It was a piece of another bra strap - this one pink in color. I was not the first! Other women had been caught in Frank's trap and thrown into this dungeon before me. How many, I wondered. How many girls had fallen under his spell and fattened to schlachtgewicht by this vicious killer? How much girl meat had this man devoured? What made me think I could ever survive this horrific ordeal?

I tried to sleep but I didn't get much. The buzz of the overhead light kept ringing in my ears. And I could not stop shivering. How much my shivering was prompted by the of cold damp dungeon, or how much was prompted by the fear in my soul, I don't know. But I must have gotten some because I was awoke with a start with the sound of Franks voice, sneaking at me through the small barred hole in the door of the dungeon.

"Isn�t your potbelly hungry, Schweinchen? Im sure it is hungry! Such an succulent, obese piglet is born to eat and to get as fat as possible. Look at you! Look at your fat ass, your enormous paunch, those thick, fat wobbly thighs and hammy arms ...every part of you screams for food."

HE was so right. I was so unbelievably hungry......
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I don't really know how many days or hours I spent in the dungeon, but I know it didn't take long before my hunger began to torture me. All I could think about was getting something to eat and being in a warm soft bed. But I knew if I gave up he would continue to fatten me to be the main course at some kind of cannibal feast. Frank was planning to EAT me! It was so terrifying! If I give up and give in, my death was clear.

BUT . . . did I really even have a chance anyway? If I never ate another bite, and I began to lose weight, wouldn't he go ahead and slaughter me then? Maybe I wouldn't be as fat as he wanted, but I was a pretty hefty porker already -- over 350 pounds. That's a lot of girl meat -- 75 pounds more than I weighed when I moved here from Berlin. There was no way he was going to let me slim down.

Maybe it was my growing hunger, or sleeping on that's cold floor that made me see things differently. If I had no chance to escape, then wouldn't it be better to have a few more months of life in a warm bed and with plenty to eat than to feel these awful hunger pangs and shiver in the cold?

Finally, I heard Frank's foodsteps infront of the door. He made no small talk. No niceties. All he said was: Do you have something to tell me, piglet? Or would you rather become acquantainted with my butcher block? " I shivered. I knew he meant buisness, but I was so emotionally torn. Finally, in a timid voice, I gave him the answer both Frank, and my starving belly, wanted me to give.

"May I please have something to eat, Frank?"

"What did you say? I can't heeeeear youuuu!" he said, like a drill seargent, in a mocking and melodic tone.

"Please," I whimpered. "I need something to eat! Pleeaase feed me?"

The door opened and Frank came in. I was huddling in the corner, naked, filthy, and shivering. He was so tall - from this angle he looked almost like a mountain! He shriveled his face.

"Pew! You are stinky! You're a fat stinking swine, aren�t you?"

"Oh, Frank, I'm soo hungry. I know what it means to me -- what you're planning to do to me -- but I give up. I can't be strong anymore. I can�t." I began to cry.

"I know that! I knew it would be only a question of time till you said these words to me. So I am going to make your wish come true, my little butterball."

He left the room, but returned a few moments later carrying a tube and a gallon jug containing some kind of thick creamy liquid.

"You have lost me time. You have to gain on, Mastschweinchen!"

He came near to me, towering over me. I knew what he had in mind: He was going to shove that tube down my throat and pour that liquid straight into my belly. I shivered and began to gag at the thought.

"F-f-frank," I stammered. "You ... you won't need this tube. I can drink all this by myself. I promise you, I'll drink it. ALL of it!"

"Open your mouth, Pig!" he said with a seriously dominant tone in his voice.

Before I was shivering from the cold. Now I was trembling in fear -- afraid of what he would do to me if I did not do exactly what he wants. I started thinking of the butcherblock. I could see his hand with a meat cleaver, raising it high and then ...

"Yes, OK. Here." And I opened my mouth just as he told me to do.

He stuck the tube into my throat. I started to gag. The hose hurt a bit, but then I began to feel the creamy ligiud running down my throat and filling up my empty stomch. Oh, was it good. Nothing other than good. No pain, no thoughts of death. Only good.

Soon the gallon jug was empty and my belly was overstuffed, and painfull. The pressure made it hard for me to breath and my gut had swelled out like a beach ball! But I was also calm inside. I turned onto my side, letting my belly swell and expand and stretch. My hands were still in chains and I groaned. After all that time of freezing and literally starving in the dark, it felt sooo good to feel my belly stretch out and feel so suffed.

Frank covered me with a blanket and let me lie there as long as I wanted -- until I got warm and felt I could stand again. Then he helped me up, took off my chains, walked me to the freight elevator, and brought me back to my rooms upstairs. I never thought I could be so glad to be my "pig pen" again.



ch 9 frank: the perfect piggie
Of course, I knew Heidi would come around and be obedient to me. They always do. What choice do they have? Their resolve always goes away in the end because they know they cannot escape and the only way to prolong their lives with any kind of comfort at all is to obey. They always obey. And Heidi was no different.

After the kidnapping, after the humiliation, after the weighing and measuring, after the steroid injections, and, of course, after my clear confessions that I see her only as food, all the affection I had kindled in her from October through January had been drained out of her. She now knew exactly what I wanted from her, and she knew that, someday, I'd take it. There was nothing she could do to stop it. But she could try to stay alive as long as possible by being kind and sweet to me. The dungeon had taught her that. She could clearly see now that the more compliant she became, the better her day-to-day life would be. And as far as I was concerned, so long as she was growing and steadily moving toward schlachtgewicht (slaughter weight) I was happy to give her additional freedoms and greater comforts.

Heidi had now been my captive for three months. In that short time she had gone through the shock of betrayal, the stage of denial, and the rage, hatred and defiance that led her to the horrific experience of the dungeon. It was now April and she was finally at the stage of resignation. She knew what I was and what she was to me - meat on the hoof. She knew she was going to die at my hand. Her only real choice was suicide or trying to make the best of an insane situation.

Now that she was broken it was time for me to turn the corner and to give her enough reason to live, and to keep on growing, until she was ready for ME to end her life and to harvest her meat. The first step in that process was for me share honestly something of my own torment and how what I was doing to her was not at all driven by hatred of her, but by powerful forces outside of my own control. It was also time to make her comfortable again and to show her affection and even gratefulness for the ultimate sacrifice she was eventually going to make for me.

After I let her out of the dungeon, I brought her back to her room, and we sat at her dining table and talked.

"Heidi, I know I'm a monster. I wish I wasn't, but I am. My father was a flesh eating monster. I was twisted at birth."

Her large expressive eyes showed mainly sadness, but also some curiosity.

"So your father was a cannibal, too?" she asked, wide eyed.

"Yes - one of the most famous cannibals and most evil men to ever walk the earth. I never met him. He actually ate my mother."

Heidi gasped. I continued.

"But he spared me. I was raised by relatives of his. They were good people. But when I learned the truth about my father I was only 12. It scarred me for life! It also explains my horrific fantasies and cravings. I tried to rid myself of this insanity, but no one could help me. I hate what I am. I hate that I do what I do. But I'm compelled to satisfy this twisted hunger. I don't expect you to understand that or to have pity on me, or to forgive me for what I do or anything like that. But I do want you to understand that none of this is sparked from hatred of you. In fact, I actually have great affection for you. But it's the kind of pride and affection a farmer has for his prized meat animal. That is the only kind of 'love' my sick psychopathic mind is capable of."

"Oh." Heidi said, still trying to grasp what I was trying to tell her.

"The person you met in the bakery that you found so charming was never real. It was a role I played to gain your trust and to fatten you for slaughter. But I'll tell you what was real - the way my heart jumped the first time I saw you. I was instantly attracted to you. You were cute and tall and round and plump with that big fat belly, those curvy hips and that nicely rounded ass. I instantly imagined you growing fatter and fatter on my pasteries. I couldn't get you out of my mind. I thought what an incredible meal you would make once I could fatten you to your true potential."

"I see," she said.

"In truth, I do enjoy teasing you and making fun of your big fat body. I enjoy tormenting you like that and I intend to go on doing that! I know you don't like it, but it makes you eat more and you know that's true."

Heidi sadly nodded. She knew that about herself. And she knew it was impossible for her turn off that reflex to gorge herself when she felt huliliated. As much as she hated that about herself, she could not deny it was a damn effective technique to fatten her up.

"But to be cruel - to lock you in the dungeon like that - I didn't have to do that until you defied me! You don't have much choice about your destiny, Heidi, but this much is in your hands: If you are a good piggie, if you do what I tell you to do, then I will treat you with tenderness and kindness most of the time. But when you defy me, you will feel my rage! Do you understand?"

She nodded meekly.

I could see still see sadness in those big expressive eyes, but now possibly it was mixed with a bit of pity. Clearly she was understanding what I was telling her and I believe she found it somewhat helpful to know that she was not, and never had been, the reason for or the object of my wrath. She was the victim of my hereditary mental illness. Her only failing was her greedy belly that made her the perfect target of my insanity.

"Of course, none of this changes your actual situation or your fate, Heidi. You are still my Mastschwein (fatling pig). You are still going to end up on my plate. But so long as you do all that I ask, eat all I put before you, and follow your exercise regiment, I will treat you like a queen. I will not push myself on you, but I will give you affection and tenderness. Do we understand each other?"

"Yes, Frank. I understand. And I won't give you any more trouble. I... I just wish it could be like it was with us before."

"Maybe it can be, up to a point," I said. "It's all up to you. Now, why don't you take a shower and I'll bring in your dinner in a bit. And if you want, I'll feed it to you, just like in the old days. OK"

"I'd like that," she smiled faintly, obviously starving for some affection and tenderness, as well as for the taste of real food again.

"I'd like that, too, my sweet Schweinchen. Come here."

She stood and obediently came to where I was standing. I stroked her hair, then I gently cradled her face in my hands and drew her face to mine. We kissed - a long and gentle kiss. As we held the kiss I moved my hands down and grabbed two huge hands full of her large meaty belly. I kneaded it as I finished the kiss, then I looked her in the eye.

"You will taste so delicious, Heidi. The greedier a piggie is, the better it tastes. And you are about the greediest piggie I have ever seen."

We turned a corner that night, and although we still had 6 months of fattening yet to go, I felt we had entered the final phase. It may not be all smooth sailing from here, but my experience told me the Mastschwein had finally been broken. From now on she would be my nearly Perfect Piggie.



ch 10 heidi: escape!
By June my electronic scale said I weighed 165.56 kg. or 365 lbs. Frank had been mostly friendly and charming to me since he let me out of the dungeon. He still teased and humiliated me, though. I guess he liked to do it, but he also knew it would trigger my emotional eating and I would just eat more and more. I wouldn't be able to stop. And, of course, all that furthered his plan.

Every day he told me that I was only "a huge fat meatball that he's growing for his Halloween Feast." He said I was just "a big fat pig that stuffed herself without any self discipline" and that now "the only thing I was good for was to be a juicy and meaty roast." While he said all these things he would jiggle my wobbly arms, pinch and smack my butt, poke my belly and stuff me to the point I felt my poor stomach would burst.

But everytime I was so full, I was also aroused! That made no sense to me, but it was true! I wasn't looking forward to my fate. I was afraid, like anyone would be. And yet, my fear was mixed with thrill. When I was stuffed so full I could hardly breathe, I had this powerful sexual tingling sensation. And since Frank now kept me stuffed almost all the time, I was almost constantantly aroused. Of course, he was aware of this. Sometimes he'd just tease me about it, which made it worse! But as I grew fatter, he grew more generous and tender. He gave me more freedom, mostly because he was now confident that by now I much too fat to escape. He also became more amorous. Increasingly he would "pleasure me," as he called it. That term was just another way to humiliate me, but I know he found as much pleasure and sexual release as I did. As my weight increased, our sexual intimacy increased, and our relationship became a little more like It had been when we were dating. However, now I knew what I really was to him - I was his meat girl. His future feast.


One day he came into my rooms with a measuring tape. He had me stand, with my arms out, so he could take all my measurements. Needless to say, he was very pleased with the results. Almost giddy!

"Oh, my!" Franks exclaimed. "Your fat arms are 50 cm that's 19 1/2". That is very, very good, piglet!"

He took great joy in flipping my hanging arm-flesh several times and grinned as the meat wobbled and jiggled.

"Look at them, piggie! See how how they wobble."

I didn't need to look. I felt every ripple of flesh on my arms, but I must admit, the way they jiggled and quivered was rather fascinating to watch. Then Frank reached around to stretch the tape around my chest. Again,he looked like a child opening a Christmas present.

"Your bust measurement is 162 cm or 64". That's very good, too. You should be proud of that," he said.

Of course, there was no way I was going to admit it to Frank, but, yes, I did feel a little bit of pride in that measurement. To be honest, I was feeling strangely proud of all these big numbers -- probably because they were giving such great glee to Frank.

"Now I come to this - my favorite part," he said with such joy I had to smile in spite of myself. "This enormous pot belly. Let me see what this measures," he drooled.

He reached around me and basically buried his face in my breasts to get his long arms around to the small of my back. Then he slowly stretched the tape measure around my middle and lined it up.

"Oh, MY!" he exclaimed! "This says 173 cm and 68" around! Wow, you have become sooo incredibly big and fat!!!! How big was your waist when I first met you, pig-girl?"

"My waist was about 145 cm - nearly 57", I said.

"So that is a BIG increase, isn't it, my incredible growing porker. Ooo, I can imagine how this porky paunch will look as it lays on my plate... roasted a golden brown with a juicy pink center."

He drooled so much at that thought he had to wipe he mouth with the back of his hand before continuing.

"Now for your meaty hips and rump."

He reached the tape around me, just under my belly, and his eyes got very wide when he saw the number: 168 cm / 66"

"Oh, I do so love a rump that is big and meaty and fleshy and yours certainly is. And for your thighs . . . Put your foot up on this chair and let me measure those thighs.

I tried to lift my leg high enough to obey, but I couldn't quite make it - I was just too fat! So Frank grabbed my heavy leg and helped lift it up where he wanted it.

"Just look at your huge thighs!" he said.

I didn�t want to look at my thighs - or at any of my fat body because ... well, I didn't want to see that he was right. I already knew I was fat. I have been fat all my life. But when I look now at how huge I had become, I realized that I truly was a fattened porker, nearly ready for slaughter. But he would not let me turn my eyes away. He took my face and turned it so I couldn't help but see what he demanded.

"Your thighs, hmmmm, these delicious thighs are 92 cm / 36". That is amazing, Heidi! You make me proud, my tender Mastschweinchen. Very proud indeed."

He kissed me on the forehead, then walked to the door. There he turned to face me once more.

"Day-by-day we come closer to our goal!! Keep on eating, Piggie. Daddy is hungry!" He smiled a wicked smile that made me shiver, then he closed the door.


As soon as he left I collapsed on the bed, emotionally drained and exhaused. So many times in the past he had talked about how fat I was getting and what a delicious feast I would make. But there was something about this experience, with the tape measure, that really brought home the reality of my fate more clearly than ever before. I was obviously getting so close to slaughter, and fear was flowing through my body.

My time was running out. Did I really have no chance to escape? I was much to fat to try to run away! He was much faster than his waddling piggy could ever be! And if I DID try to get away, and he caught me, what would he do to me then? Would he put me back in the dungeon? Just the thought of that made me shiver. Or maybe he would just change his plan and slaughter me right there, on the spot!

I knew there was no way to escape, yet I couldn't get the thought out of my brain. I thought about it for the next 3 days, playing out various escape scenarios in my head. After Frank fed me a big meal on that third night, he rubbed my overstuffed belly, whispering...

"Sleep, my piggie. Let all that food turn to more meat on this incredible belly. Mmmm, you are going to be so fat for my feast -- so meaty and delicious. Sleep well, Schweinchen Heidi."

I fell into a deep sleep, but I woke up a couple of hours later. Frank wasn't there, but I noticed the door to my suite was ajar. He always closed that door at night so I wouldn't roam the house. He must not have closed it tightly enough.

Maybe this was my chance to get away! I got out of bed. I was only wearing a bra and panties, but I didn't want to take the time to find and squeeze into clothes. I just wanted to get out of there, so I pulled on some slippers and slowly opened the door as quietly as I could. The coast was clear, so I waddled just as fast as I could to the front door, and then out of the house.

Once outside took a few moments to catch my breath. It had been a long time since I had even attempted to run! After I stoped gasping, I walked to the tall fence, trying to stay in the shadows and away from the security cameras as much as possible. When I got to the wall it was 10 feet tall and made with ceadar planks. There was no way I'd ever be able to climb over it. I walked around to the other side of the house, looking to see any place where I could try to scale the wall on that side, but it was useless. My heart was pounding so hard in my chest. How could I get this far and yet fail? This may be the only chance I have to save my life. I had to find some way out.

Then, just as I was about to give up hope and turn back toward the house, there it was! A hole in the wall! It wasn't big, but it was my only hope. Maybe, just maybe, I could squeeze through to freedom!

I put my head through first and that was no problem. Then got my huge arms through, one at a time, and I was able to squish my breasts through next. It was terribly tight, but so far so good. Then, as I was trying to suck my tummy in as far as it would go and squeeze it through the hole, I got stuck. My belly was just too fat and too stuffed from my last meal to get it through. I pulled and tugged and scraped my belly against the rough wood, trying my best to get free, but it was no use. When I heard Frank's footsteps, my heart sank. At the very least I would be headed back to the dungeon again, and I couldn't bear that idea.

"PIGGIE?" he shouted angrily. What is going on here!?? Did you really think you could run away from me and fit through this hole in the wall? Haven�t you noticed how fat you become? Don't you know I'm much faster and stronger than you are, butterball!?

Then his angry voice changed. He began laughing at me! Laughing at how I got stuck in this hole, and how I looked with my flesh bulging out of both sides of the wall. His laughter rung in my head. I felt so humiliated!

Then I woke up...

It was all just a horrible dream. It felt so real, but it showed me clearly how foolish and impossible my hope of escape really was. My fate was sealed and there was no escape. I was destined to complete my fattening and become the main course at Frank's Halloween Feast.

Just then Frank came in to my "pigpen" with my midnight feeding.

"Ready to eat again, piggie?"

Oh, yes! This dream made me sad and that made me feel like I was starving! Frank was delighted to see me gobble down every goodie he brought. I ate and ate. Even though I knew that every bite was bringing me closer to his roasting pit, I still couldn't stop.

After that night I no longer planned or dreamed about escape. I knew that was out of the question. I resigned myself to my fate.


ch 11 frank: heidi's torment
I arrived at the Masthaus on August 6th with a big load of Heidi's favorite bakery items. It was a big day. The monitor in the control room showed her weight was 400 lbs / 181.4 kg. She was within 50 lbs of her slaughter weight (schlachtgewicht). It was time to make final modifications in her daily routine to bring her to the peak of fatness and flavor for my feast.

The biggest changes I intended to make were to discontinue her daily exercise requirement and to add more fat and carbs to her diet. I wanted to increase the fat marbling in her meat. To to this I'd follow the fattening procedures of the producers of world famous Kobe beef from Japan. These specially pampered animals are permitted only limited exercise. They're force fed by pouring plenty of beer and other high calorie/high carbohydrate liquids down their throats frequently. And, they're massaged two to three times a day to help work the new fat they're creating deep into their muscle tissue. All this makes the meat of these animals the most delicious, succulent, juicy, and flavorful beef in the world.

I walked into Heidi's room carrying the fresh baked goodies and I saw her eyes light up. It had been a while since she had these particular items -- I was holding them back for this special day.
We sat at her dinette table and she eagerly gobbled the goodies as we talked.

"This is a special day for you, my fatling piggie. You are now within 50 pounds of your slaughter weight, and that means I'm going to make some changes in your routine."

She wasn't surprised or frightened by my announcement. She'd been resigned to her fate now for over 3 months. She knew what her "slaughter weight" was and she could always see her current weight on the monitors in her room. What she didn't know was how I planned to change her routine.

"What kind of changes?" she asked between bites.

"First of all, I'm not going to lock your door any more. You'll be able to go anywhere in the house at any time you want, sit out on the porch, take walks on the lawn if you like. At 400 pounds you're certainly no threat to run away and I want you to get more fresh air and sunlight."

"You mean it?? Oh, I've missed the sun!! Thank you, Frank! Thank you."

"In addition, you don't have to do any more exercise. I'll move the treadmill out in just a few minutes, so you'll have a bit more floor space in here."

"Oh, that's great. It's so hard to do that every day. Especially now!" She patted her big round belly and smiled.

"Third, I'm no longer going to bring you food every two hours. I'll only be bringing in your four main meals, but between meals you'll be able to eat whatever goodies you want from your fridge. You just tell me whatever you want to snack on and I'll make sure you always have all you can eat of all your favorites right at your fingertips.

Her eyes lit up. "Really?? Anything? Even pies and ice cream and donuts? All the time?"

"Yep! No more restrictions. Just be sure to keep that tummy full," I smiled. "Plus, since I won't be waking you up with a big meal at 2 AM, you'll be able to get more uninterrupted sleep at night, and that should make you feel better, too."

"Longer sleep sounds good. But . . . Will you still feed me and stuff me?" she asked hopefully.

"Oh, absolutely," I said. She smiled. "I'm going to stuff you sooo full on those four big meals. And I'll make sure you're 'satisfied' sexually as well."

"Good!" she blushed.

"I'm also going to start giving you special deep muscle massages for 30 minutes after all four of your big meals. That should make you feel better and relieve your tension to help you sleep better, too."

"Will you still give have to give me those steroid injections?" she asked, hoping the answer would be no.

"Yes, I will. And from time to time I'll give you another injection to calm you down. The first of those will be later today. But those won't happen often -- just every once in a while."

"Oh. OK." she said meekly.

"I guess that's it. Why don't you go outside and get some sun and I'll fix your breakfast. This afternoon you can work on your list of all your favorite goodies. OK?"

"OK!" she said eagerly!

Heidi's first day on her new regiment went great! She loved her new freedoms, and she had eaten and snacked well. About 30 minutes after her last large feeding, I came into her room carrying a large piece of heavy canvas, and a small black case. Heidi was in bra and panties, sitting in her recliner, still rubbing her overstuffed tummy and moaning. I put the case on her night stand and spread the canvas out on her bed.

"Heidi, come here and lie down on this canvas," I said. "It's time for the new experience I told you about this morning."

She struggled out of the recliner and slowly waddled to the bed. She was obviously nervous about this new thing, but she dutifully did as I asked. Once she was settled, I pulled out the loaded injection needle from the case and injected the solution into her left hip.

"Ouch! That's worse than the steroid shots!"

"Trust me, the pain won't last long," I told her. "This drug will make your entire body go numb. You'll still see and hear, but you won't be able to move any of your large muscles. It is perfectly safe and will last only about an hour."

Then I wheeled in the lift cart, connected the canvas sling onto it, and lifted the huge limp girl out of the bed. Of course, she was terrified at this sensation. Her big expressive eyes grew wide and darted around. She had no idea what was to come, but she was helpless to do anything but watch.

I wheeled her into my Control and Preparation room at the end of the hall and slowly lowered her onto the big butcherblock table where I gently "unwrapped" my delectable defenseless butterball. As she lay there on her back, her huge stuffed belly bulged up proudly.

I walked around her, looking at her from every angle, moving my hand over her large round belly, kneading her huge thick thighs and her large squishy arms, and squeezing her lucious breasts.

"Oh, my delicious looking Mastschweinchen (fatling piggy). I am so impressed! You've been such a good piggy. You've grown so big and fat and juicy!"

I picked up a large, blunt butcher's knive. Her eyes got as big as saucers and she tried to scream, but she could make nothing more than a gurgling sound. I moved the broad side of the knife gently over her stuffed exposed belly, back and forth slowly as I spoke.

"I remember the first day I saw you at the bakery. I could tell, by your thick round figure and the way you looked at all the goodies in my shop that you would make a perfect fatling pig."

"I watched you lick your lips as you gazed at each confection," I said, placing the side of the knife across her quivering lips. "I saw how you closed those big sweet eyes and imagined the rich taste of the fattening pastries on your tongue. You couldn't help yourself. You lusted for those goodies just as I lusted for your meat."

I moved the tip of the blunt knife to her side, just above and to the left of her breast and slowly drew it down her side as I continued to torment her.

"Your fate was sealed that day, piggie. If only you hadn't been so greedy - so lustful for those goodies, I would never have noticed you. But you ARE greedy. Very greedy." She shivered as the knife tip moved past her waist and on down to her hip. "You alone are to blame for your own slaughter. You couldn't be satisfied with small portions, you had to eat huge portions -- stuff yourself so much --" I moved the knife down the side of her bulging thigh. "With each bite you grew more succulent meat on your hips, on your thighs, on that huge belly."

I gently stuck the tip of the dull knife into her navel as I bent down to bury my face into her big bulging gut. I nipped her flesh with my teeth, drawing blood. I licked the blood from the wound, then I straightened up and looked at her. She winced as she saw her own blood trailing from my lower lip. Her eyes were huge with fear. Her breasts and belly rising and falling as she gasped for breath.

I picked up another dull knife and placed the blunt edges of each knife on the sides of her big, round heaving belly.

"Oh, how I want to want to butcher you right now," I said as I moved the blunt knife blades slowly down the sides of her belly, tracing its round contour. "To just cut off this ripe, round succulent piece of meat and roast it tonight. But you're not yet fat enough."

When the tips of the two knives touched just below her belly bulge, I lifted them up and smacked her thighs hard with the broad sides of the knives. Her thick thigh meat rippled deliciously. I smiled.

"You're fat enough now to feed an entire football team! But I'm not going to share a single mouthful of you, Schweinchen. I'm going to keep on fattening you so there will be more of you to savor. Then I'm going to devour every ounce of you myself. I'll feast on you for a month - maybe more. You've brought yourself to this, piggie. This is what you were destined to be. Now you and your greedy belly are all mine."

With that her wide eyes fluttered and she fainted from fear. I cleaned and treated the small bite wound on her tummy, then reconnected the sling to the cart and wheeled her back to her room. After I put her back onto her bed, I sat with her, stroking her hair and body until she finally woke up and the drug wore off.

She was responsive to my touch. That may seem surprising to you, but I was the only human in her life now - the source for both terror and tenderness, pain and pleasure. She seemed to crave sexual play as a way of finding comfort after the trauma. I gave her what she wanted and held her till she slept.


ch 12 heidi: troubling visions
Every time Frank took me into his butchering room and tormented me with those knives I was TERRIFIED! I couldn't move. I couldn't scream. I could do nothing but watch and, ultimately, faint.

But when I woke up in my bed, he was always so sweet and tender to me that I became aroused. After everything he had done to me, everything I knew he was GOING to do to me, I still needed him. I still loved him. And, even though he only adored me for my meat, he did adore me.

If only he could have loved my soul as well as my flesh, we could have been happy together for a lifetime. But he was a psychopath and incapable of that kind of love. His father was also a psychopath who devoured Franks own mother. Of course Frank was twisted! How could he NOT be twisted? This love for my flesh was the only kind of love he was capable of. I was supplying him with something precious and rare. Something sweet and, to his eyes, beautiful. Even if it was only my flesh that he loved, he loved it passionately, and that was enough for me. It would have to be. It was all I had.

My slaughter weight was 450 lbs, so every time I gained another 15 pounds or so, I knew Frank would be in after my evening stuffing to give me the injection and take me to his butchering room to torment me with his knives again. I had cold sweat on my brow each time I saw him with the injection needle in his hand, but there was no way to stop him from doing this. Tonight my weight was 435 lbs, so I knew he'd be in around 8PM, and he was.

"Piggie, its playtime!" Frank smiled as he walked into my room. "I want you to lie on the bed. But before you do, I want you to take off all your clothes -- everything this time -- so I can see your belly bacon better."

His laugh that night was pure evil. He laughed with such power and glee he had problems even holding the injection needle. Of course, I did what I was told. I was in my role as the hunted prey and I knew what he would do to me if I didn't obey. I slipped off my top and fumbled with my bra. By now my whole body was trembling in fear. I saw Frank's eyes focused on my breasts which were quivering like jello. Then I slid out of my shorts and panties and lay down on the canvas sling, spread out on the bed, as I had 3 times before.

Frank pricked me with the injection and in seconds later the drug took hold and I was paralyzied. Five minutes later I was on my back on his butcher block table, my belly soaring high and round, like it was ready to be opened and crammed with stuffing.

"Oh, piggie, look at all this fat, juicy flesh, all over your body. And it's there only because you can´t stop stuffing your fat face. Every day, your scale shows more weight. More succulent meat. The numbers tempt me. They make the waiting harder and harder."

"As I look at you tonight, nearly spilling over my table, I can imagine the taste of your meat." He took the knife and began again to slide the broad side over my belly.

"What do you think, piggie? Is the knife blunt and harmless like before? Or this time is it sharp enough to slice your flesh?"

He placed the blunt edge of the blade onto my belly and pretended to cut a chunk out of it. Next he pantomimed picking up the slice of belly that he just "cut," and brought it slowly to his mouth with both hands. Then he pretended to devour it - savagely. He growled and snarled as he attacted the pretend chunk of flesh - stopping occasionally to sigh with pleasure, or to moan about how delicious I was.

It was horrifying and erotic at the same time! This man was acting out a moment I would not be alive to see. And he was sending me a message how exquisite the moment would be for him. My fear and my arousal were ripping my brain in two as I imagined the moment he was portraying. I shuddered and gasped as I watched his gruesome performance.

Then he began poking and prodding my body with his fingers. Of course he started with my belly, but then he began poking my thick thighs. He squeezed my breasts hard and weighed them in his hand. He slapped and jiggled my fleshy arms. All the time he muttered things like "Yes. Yes." Or "Very nice, Piggy." Or "This arm roast alone will feed me for days."

After he finished his humiliating tour of my body, he picked up his blunt knife and large meat fork again and, in a gentle voice, asked me the most horrible question yet.

"Tell me, Schweinchen, what part of you would YOU like to taste?" He moved the knife and fork to my naked breast and put the dull knife blade on it as though he would slice off a piece. Then he asked the most horrifying question of the night: "You want to taste your juicy breast? Or... "

He moved the knife and fork to my very thick thigh and pretended to slice off a hunk of it as he talked.

"Your thighs are now 40" around. That's huge! Larger than an average woman's hip measurement! And all of it is dense, well marbled meat. Here, have a taste."

He pretended to stab a hunk of my imaginary meat with the fork and bring it to my mouth.

"Won't you try it? I know you will find it the most delicious meat you ever tasted!"

Once again, as it happened every time he played this "game" with me, my heart was pounding so hard and I was gasping for breath. Now, as he brought this empty fork toward my mouth, everything seemed to spin violently and I fainted in terror.

When I woke up I was back in my bed, still somewhat numb from the injection, but I could feel Frank lying on the bed beside me, stroking my body tenderly. As the affects of the drug finally faded and I was able to move around, Frank nuzzled his face in my fat tummy and spoke in a tone of great passion.

"Oh, my Schweinchen Heidi. Im so hungry for you. It is such a pity that you have to end as my Halloween Feast. I have so enjoyed my time with you. I have had so much fun with you. To see you gain from that chubbie girl I met in the bakery into this fat magnificent sow you have become. I've enjoyed you more than I can say."

He kissed my cheek sweetly and a tear began trickling down my cheek.

"You sleep now. And when you awake I'll bring your dinner. You still have pounds to grow and we still have some time together."

When he left my room I was still physically and emotionally drained from this terrifying ordeal, and I drifted off to a sound but troubled sleep.

The dream I had was not the peaceful one I wanted. This dream was a continuation of the terrors Frank had just put me through.

In the dream Frank was preparing to give me a milk bath. I was standing nude, facing the tub, and he was behind me. He put his hands under my belly, lifted it high and let it fall.

"So much meat!" he chuckled, as he watched the flesh juggle. "This bath will keep your skin nice and soft."

I tried to step into the tub, but it was a deep tub and my legs were sooo thick and heavy I couldn't lift them over the edge to climb in. So Frank had to help me by lifting each of my giant legs into the tub, one at a time, while I leaned against him.

"Oh, my," he said, licking his lips. "My piggie has grown soooo large that she can´t climb into the bathtub alone!"

I felt the warm water, and I laid back in it, letting it cover me. Oh, it was good. I loved to be in water, because it made me feel so light. All my fat made me more buoyant and I floated, not quite weightless, but light and free.

He sat on a chair beside me and storked my hair. Then the water got warmer and it began to bubble. Steam began rising from it. Then Frank began putting vegetables into the boiling water. Oh, my God! He was cooking me!!

I stuggled to get out of the deep tub, but it was no use. I was just too fat. Why was he doing this? The scale didn't show the right weight! I was so scared! But slowly, as the temperature of the water increased, I became drowsy. I never lost consciousness, but I felt no pain.

As lay in the tub, simmering for several hours, I could smell the wonderful aroma of the Heidi stew he was cooking. It smelled delicicous. I began to become sexually aroused, and began breathing heavily. Finally I felt more and more drowsy as my body grew more limp, and my head finally slipped beneath the water.

Instantly I was transported to Franks butcher room. The butcher block table was set for a lovely meal. Frank's back was turned toward me, but I could see he was wearing a chef's apron. Then Frank turned around. In his hands he had a very large silver platter and on the platter was a magnificent pot roast. Wait!? It was MY POT BELLY on that platter. Beautifully roasted and garnished. It looked so delicious I couldn't help licking my lips at how wonderful it looked and smelled.

Frank placed the platter on the butcher block table. Then he closed his eyes and leaned slightly toward the platter, then inhaled slowly through his nose. A sweet smile came over his face as he savored the rich aroma of the exquisite looking meat. He opened his eyes and said with glee.

"Time to eat."

He picked up his meat fork and butcher knife and just as the knife began to slice through the tender juicy roast...

"Time to eat, Piggie!"

My eyes flew open as I woke with a gasp to see Frank standing over me, hands on his hips.

I was wet with sweat and out of breath. Frank looked surprised and a little agitated.

"What have you been doing? Did you run laps around your bed? Why are you sweating like a pig?" he demanded.

I was still in such shock over the terrifying dream, I couldn't even speak.

"Okay, you don't want to speak, that's fine. But you WILL eat." Frank ordered. Then he helped me sit up in the bed and he sat beside me on a chair and handfed every bite of my evening stuffing.

All that happened about two weeks ago. In just a few minutes Frank will come in and give me the injection again. But today he won´t bring me back to my room because the scale shows the right weight - 450 lbs. It´s time to slaughter me.



ch 13 frank: the feast
So now we come to this day. Halloween. The day I've been looking forward to since the day I first laid my eyes on my sweet, plump Heidi. I heard what she told you a few minutes ago when she began her story -- that she would be "killed by a monster she once believed may love her" but that now she believes that I am just "a butcher who sees her only as fattened livestock to be harvested for her meat."

She's right that I'm a monster, and that I'm a butcher who'll eagerly harvest her meat today. But she's wrong to say I don't love her. I certainly don't love her in a traditional, romantic way. I have played her emotions and her weaknesses like a great Concertmaster plays a fine violin. She has, since the moment I met her, been tricked, played, and manipulated by me. Sometimes very cruelly and harshly. Sometimes with tenderness and genuine affection.

But I DO love her.
-- I love her for the sacrifices she's made for me, even though those sacrifices were not of her choosing but ones I forced on her.

-- I love her for her sweetness and her tenderness and for her vulnerabilities.

-- I love her for the hours and hours of great joy she's given me as I have watched her devour everything I've put in front of her.

-- I love her for the thill I have received every time I have touched her growing body and have imagined what an exquisite feast she will make.

-- I love her for the sexual intimacy we've had that has been extraordinary.

But most of all I love her for what she will give to me today - a large supply of the precious forbidden meat I crave, and to which I have been addicted, literally, since infancy.

So you see, I do love her. I do adore her in the only way I know how. I will always have a strong place of affection for her in my heart - just as I have for all the women who have come before her, and all who will come after her. There will be other meat girls. In fact, I plan to install another one in the house tonight. But there will never be another Heidi. Never.

And now it's time to claim my prize. She's had nothing to eat all day, except water and a mild oral sedative I gave her a few minutes ago so she won't fight the needle. She is already lying on the canvas, drowsy and prepped for me to inject her with the solution which will render her limp and numb. Then I'll wheel her in here and put her on the butcherblock table for the last time.

I know that some are eager to delve into the gruesome details of harvesting and preparing Heidi's meat for my feast. But I can't do that. I'm not going to let you watch me butcher her, or give you a description of that. That moment must be reserved just for my Schweinchen Heidi and me. So you will need to rely on your own imagination to fill in the blanks I must leave in this tale. But I will tell you that sweet Heidi will feel no physical pain whatever.

To me Halloween has always been a high holy night - a night when other evil spirits, like my own, haunt the planet. So the fact that I selected Heidi as my Halloween Feast is actually an honor. It will be a sort of religious experience for me. I have decided to enjoy her pot belly roast tonight, which is appropriate because this was the part of her she loved and pampered the most, and the part that was the most erotically sensual to my touch.

When I set the table I'll make a centerpiece with her picture between two candles. Just before I begin to feast, I'll drink a toast to darling Heidi and light the candles in her honor. And then I will gleefully and gratefully savor this delectable woman who gave herself up to provide this great bounty.

If your holiday feast is even one-tenth as delicious as mine will be, you are lucky indeed. So to you I say, Happy Halloween! Eat much and fatten up from now through New Year's Day. By then I'll be looking for my next fatling piggy. It just might be you!

Happy nightmares.