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Piggy
By Apple
We'd first met a few months ago now, and why we were together still
didn't really make much sense. We weren't a couple that anyone would
have expected, and I was as shocked as anyone when the shy young man had
come over to me in the club and made his nervous advances. I admit, at
first I thought someone had put him up to it, but he seemed genuine, and
things just carried on from there. Let me explain, it's not as though
I'm ugly or anything, or at least, I don't think I am. But I have always
had a bit of trouble keeping my weight under control, and as I get older
(I'm in my mid-thirties now), I'm definitely getting... pudgy... despite
my best efforts. Having said that, I carry it well, mostly in the right
places, but the hourglass shape it gives me is so unfashionable... Well,
either way, he didn't seem to mind the age difference or the size
difference, and we soon became 'involved', and before long he had moved
into my house.
It was a normal morning for us, as I woke up curled around his smaller
frame. With him being both shorter and smaller than me, it seemed
natural for us to spoon with me on the outside, and that was how we
slept most nights. I ran my hand over his soft hairless skin and smiled
to myself, surprised yet again at how the things that make us happiest
are those things we least expect. For example, this relationship with
Luke was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. Before now, I'd
always had relationships with guys, well, guys that were older than me,
bigger, kind of the stereotypical man, really. Luke was nothing like
that, he was probably less masculine then me, and took great pains to
remove all his body hair, and regularly wore eyeliner and mascara. I
think the word for his look is 'metrosexual', but to me he was just
amazingly cute in a very boyish way. Instead of struggling to feel like
an equal partner in a relationship as I usually did, Luke brought out my
protective side, and I loved the newfound feeling of being the one in
control. Again, don't get me wrong, this wasn't whips and chains, not
even really an unequal partnership, but his smaller size and easy-going
nature gave me just a slight thrill of power that I'd never felt before.
As I lay there, basking in the morning light flooding into the warm
bedroom, my stroking slowly woke him up, and he nuzzled further into my
embrace, turning to kiss me first on the cheek, then the lips, our
bodies warm against each other. This was another new experience for me,
the gentle way he kissed me, snuggled rather than held me, it was a
world away from the strong embrace of my previous partners, but was
every bit as exciting to me. We lay there for what seemed an eternity
rather than the ten minutes it was, before the sudden chirrup of my
clock made us both jump. With a sigh, I hauled myself away from the
warmth of him, and wandered into the bathroom.
I walked downstairs still drying my hair off, and, as I had every day
now, wondered what I had done to earn this. The smell of a traditional
English breakfast wafted to me before I entered the question, followed
by a greeting kiss on the cheek as he bustled past to finish setting the
table. God, cute, sensitive and a good cook, what more could you ask
for? Of course, as I sat down to eat, I felt his eyes on me, and thought
again that this was the only thing that wasn't perfect. As I said
earlier, I've always had to be careful about my weight, but on this one
matter, Luke didn't seem to understand. He'd cook a huge fry-up, and
give me the saddest puppy-dog eyes when I hardly touched it. I'd
explained to him again and again, but he was one of those people who
just didn't get hungry often enough to put on weight, and couldn't seem
to grasp that other people might eat too much. It was OK for him to eat
a massive share of breakfast, he wouldn't bother eating again until the
evening, but I had to have lunch, and my stomach always started growling
if I didn't have a snack mid-afternoon. I finished eating far before he
did, and tried not to notice the look in his eyes, like was really sorry
about something. I rose, kissed him, and headed to my office for the
day, his warm assurances of love warming my heart as I drove.
That night, things came to a head, well, as much of a head as was
possible with someone as utterly non-confrontational as Luke. He cooked
a huge roast dinner, ready just as I got home, and I tried to eat as
much as possible to please him, I'd managed to hold off eating the rest
of the day, so I allowed myself to indulge, and please him into the
bargain. His face was lit up as he cleared the plates away, and I leaned
back, utterly sated. Then, things went wrong. He brought in a huge bowl,
fresh from the freezer, and announced he'd made me a treat, home-made
ice cream. Who actually makes ice-cream anymore? Well, needless to say,
I could only manage a couple of bites before I was stuffed, and had to
turn the rest away. He was so upset, he actually pouted, but didn't say
anything, just packed everything away, and came back to watch some TV
with me. Things were the same as they always were, but somehow different
at the same time. I can't explain, maybe it was just my guilt, but there
was a new distance between us that hadn't been there before.
I couldn't sleep that night. Things were running over and over in my
mind. I guess it wouldn't have been a big deal if everything thing else
wasn't so perfect, but it really bugged me. I tried to think of what to
do... I'd told him a million times how I had to watch my figure, but he
just said he'd love me any way I was, and I shouldn't hold myself back
like that... If only he understood how hard it was for me, and how it
was such a deep part of me that I couldn't just change... Then I had
'the idea', and once it was in my mind, I became fixated on it. It was
utterly wrong to abuse my hypnosis training like that, but if it made
things better between us?
"Luke? Luke..?"
"..."
"Luke, as you sleep, you can still hear my voice... you can hear my
voice, and you listen to it, listen to how it relaxes you, makes you so
comfortable..."
He was under, his breathing had changed, and I could tell he was in a
trance now, at that point half-way between waking and sleeping when the
mind was at its most open. This was it. Could I do this to my love? Did
I have any choice; was there any other way to stop this getting out of
hand, from breaking us apart? I continued.
***
It was a good couple of weeks before I noticed, but once I did, it
became glaringly obvious. It started with Luke's eating habits, he was
starting to have extra snacks during the evenings, and, I was pretty
sure, throughout the day as well. As the extra eating took its effect,
and Luke's once-hard lines grew into softer curves, Luke noticed as
well. The morning and evening meals became smaller and more healthy, and
he even started to accompany me on my twice-weekly trips to the swimming
pool, despite his timidity about placing his hairless soft body on
public display. Things were perfect again, even better than before now
we another thing in common.
And things would have stayed perfect. If it hadn't been for me.
Luke hadn't had years of experience at controlling his weight, or maybe
my hypnosis had been too effective, but although his gain slowed, it
refused to stop completely. Luke's body had never been very masculine,
but now it was becoming distinctly feminine. I had never been attracted
to women, so it was a shock to me that I found this a massive turn-on.
When we made love now, I couldn't help but fondle the small mounds of
fat growing on his chest, licking his 'breasts' the same way he did to
me. Afterwards, as we lay together, his body would press gently into
mine, his softer figure fitting against mine like a jigsaw, his growing
backside rubbing into my crotch as my hand caressed the soft rolls
growing around his waist. I knew I should remove the effects of my
hypnosis, but, as I lay awake thinking, I knew I could lose this new
level of perfection, of having such a cute perfect guy with his little
breasts and his curves... I dozed, fantasising about what would happen
if I didn't remove the hypnosis, and only noticed what I was thinking
when I caught myself dreaming about his breasts growing larger and
larger, his hips widening.
The next few days were turmoil for me, I couldn't get my fantasies out
of my head, but I had never wanted to be together with a woman, I wasn't
gay, but the thought of his growing breasts... I lay in bed the third
night, and gave into temptation.
"Luke? Luke..?"
"..."
"Luke, as you sleep..."
***
It took a lot longer this time, a month of guilt, recrimination, and
fantasy. I wasn't even sure what to look for, but after long weeks of
waiting, I was sure of it.
I had noticed it about a week before, but hadn't been sure if it was
real or just the product of an over-active imagination. So I had waited,
watching, and now I was sure that he was moving my underwear around, he
was careful, and I wouldn't have noticed if I hadn't been watching for
it. But I was. The problem was how to bring it out. I might have made
him enjoy it, but making him admit it would be much harder.
In the end, it wasn't planned. We had woken up that Saturday morning,
his soft butt (and it was definitely a 'butt' now) pressing into my
crotch, making me aroused. His head was resting on my arm, and I reached
around to hold his small breast (it wasn't that big, but my mind had
started thinking of them as breasts now), gently rolling his nipple
between my fingers. We made love that morning, long and satisfying,
tongues and hands caressing soft flesh for hours, until we both lay
intertwined in a glow of happiness. I gently teased him about his
growing curves, making sure he knew that I wasn't trying to hurt him,
telling him how much I loved how his body was growing. I had to go to
the shops that day, but he was staying at home. On the spur of the
moment, I told him how much of a sexy girl she was, and jokingly
'ordered my slave' to be wearing the pretty underwear I selected (mine)
when I got home, and be ready to serve her mistress. There, it was out.
He looked a little panicked, and I told him not to worry, that he didn't
have to, I was just feeling a little kinky and wanted to see him dressed
in my underwear. He still looked a bit spooked, but nodded, and started
on the housework as I left.
I wandered around the shopping centre in a daze that day, lost in the
thoughts of what I had done. It was against everything I believed in,
but I had succumbed to temptation again. Whilst it was true that
hypnosis could never make anyone do anything they deeply objected to, I
was pushing the one I loved in directions that weren't of his choosing,
unlocking and feeding deeply buried parts of him for my benefit. I went
home, shopping half-done, too distracted for thoughts of grocery.
The house was quiet, the lights all turned off, the door locked, and I
was feeling too guilty too begin to think that he might have willingly
gone along with my kinky 'order'. As I walked in, the house was silent,
and I began to wonder if something was wrong and, fearing the worst,
rushed to the bedroom. The sight that greeted me, the sight of what I
had done, was the worst thing I have ever seen in my life. My heart
broke as I took in my underwear scattered across the floor, framing Luke
naked on the bed, curled into a foetal position and sobbing. I have
never felt so wretched as I did at that moment, and, dropping the bags I
was carrying, ran over to him and scooped him up into my arms. I was
horrified as he pushed me away, turning to face me with tears running
down his angelic face.
"Laura, I'm so sorry... I... I... Can't do this, I..."
"Hush, my love... I'm here... I love you so much, baby, I'm so sorry"
"No, it's not you, it's not you at all, it's me, I... I hate this..." He
gestured at his body "When I started growing, I... I realised I like
this, but... but... lately... when you asked... I... I realised..."
I stayed silent, tears now streaming down my face, guilt, seeing what
I'd done to the one I loved for my own selfish benefit, waiting... He
gulped, forcing down the tears, and turned to face me.
"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, you've shown me so
much, and we're so close... But there's something I need to tell you,
but I'm so scared, I'm scared I'll lose you, and you'll hate me, and..."
He shut his eyes, lowering his head, and visibly gathered his courage.
"I want to be a girl."
I hugged him close, and this time he didn't resist, collapsed into my
arms.
"Luke, my baby, I love you. I'll always love you. I want whatever you
want; I want you to be happy."
And, though I felt so wretched, I meant that.
***
Months passed, and my guilt was forced away, watching my not-so-little
girl now made me smile so hard it hurt. If I'd thought I was forcing
this on her, her happiness now stopped me caring. Before, Luke had been
so quiet, a beautiful statuesque angel, but a sad angel. Now, well, the
difference was stunning. Bouncing around my house, chubby features
framed by her purple bra and panty set, she reminded me of nothing so
much as the sugarplum fairy! She smiled all the time now, and the puppy-
dog look was gone.
She was nervous, but went out in public, started to 'pass', and she
turned into a bubbly mischievous princess, my princess, and god, I loved
her so much.
We made love at every opportunity, her soft thighs gripping mine as our
tongues intertwined, our breasts pressing together as the days slipped
away.
There was just one thing left to do, and though I'd sworn I'd never do
it again, I needed to finish what I had started.
"Luke? Even though you're asleep you can still hear my voice..."
I reinforced her desire to do this, and how happy it made her. She would
know it was worth it, and would have the courage to finish what I'd
started, to make her body into that which would make her happy. I didn't
tell her to love me; I needed to know her feelings for me were all
natural. But then I got to the real reason I'd done this, and though I
felt a little guilty, it was just an artist leaving their signature on
their work...
"And you'll change your name... A female name... Something that fits how
you are now... That fits my sexy little piggy... Peggy... You will
choose the name Peggy to rhyme with piggy..."
And the bed shook.
She was laughing.
She was in hysterics.
I was in shock as she coughed back the laughter and solemnly announced:
"I think Babe, like the talking piggy is better, don't you? Carry on."
I was still speechless.
Eventually:
"But you were... you were... in trance? Weren't you?"
"No. Silly."
"Then you've..?"
"Never been in trance. Not once. But you've helped me become what I am,
and I love you."
I was shocked into silence.
***
I waited, and was rewarded.
Arm in arm with her father, she walked.
I don't know what was said between them, Babe never told me, but I've
never seen a father look so proud as him. His daughter waddled up the
aisle, mighty cleavage bulging from the low-cut dress, her thick waist
held in to just 36" by the corset, giving her a stunning hourglass
figure, her veil hiding the round face and curled blonde hair from my
view...
That night, I lay, pinned under her weight, her belly resting on mine as
she sat back to look at me, before her face lit up, her pudgy finger
waving at me before she tickled me, both of us squealing our happiness
to the world.
"And this little piggy went WEE WEE WEE WEE all the way home..."
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