Hypnopig [Gaining]

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Of all the players on the football team, Will Webster would not have been the one Robert would immediately have chosen to treat. A good looking man, no doubt, but he didn’t quite have the weight and mass of some of the larger, stockier players that were more to Robert’s taste; the 300lb guys were a little more appealing. Will was also going through a very public divorce with his supermodel girlfriend, which the management felt was affecting his performance on the field. What he needed, they had decided, was someone to speak to and get to the bottom of his recent poor performance. What was it in Will’s mind that was holding him back?

Robert wasn’t the biggest fan of football, but he was still a little awe struck when Will Webster came in to the room. Somehow the TV didn’t do him justice; his impressive height, his handsome face, his thick biceps and large chest. However, they now were forty five minutes into their first session, going round and round in circles and not really getting anywhere. Will was a closed book.

“I would like to try, with your permission, a slightly different approach,” Robert suggested, as he felt Will get more and more closed and guarded during their session. “It’s sort of like a very low level hypnotism; just enough to get you to relax and maybe discover for yourself, whatever it is that is harming your performance on the field,” Robert explained.

Will looked less than impressed. “Whatever,” he sighed, looking at his watch. The club was paying for this session and they obviously had some hold over him if they forced him to come here.

Since qualifying five years ago, Robert had hypnotised many clients, but none quite so easily as Will. He slid effortlessly into the hypnotic state, in what surely must have been a record time, Robert pondered. Somehow, he always expected these larger, muscular clients to put up more of a fight. “Now that you’re relaxed, I want to ask you about how you feel about your recent football performance,” Robert began, with his soothing voice.

“I don’t care,” Will answered quietly. “I don’t care about football anymore.”

“Why is that?” Robert replied, finally feeling like he was getting somewhere. “Are you wanting to retire from football?” He was in his mid-thirties, it must have been on his mind, Robert reasoned.

“Yes,” Will responded. “I’m waiting until my contract finishes at the end of next season.”

Robert inhaled, Will was so demotivated now that he was just hanging around waiting to leave. “Okay, well I want you to think back to why you wanted to be a football player in the first place. What motivated you back then?” Robert asked, hoping to reignite some sort of spark in Will once again.

Will didn’t answer straight away, his subconscious mind whirring away. “Because I got a kick out of being bigger than everyone else,” he finally answered.

“Good!” Robert replied. “I want you to remember all of those old feelings you had back then. Use that to help you. Bring all of those old memories back.” His phone vibrated in his pocket, indicating the end of the session. He pulled Will out of his trance and felt a little relieved that Will genuinely looked happier; like he had actually been helped.

“Thanks man,” Will smiled, standing up and slapping Robert on the back, strutting back out of the room. “I think I know what I need to do.” Three months passed before Robert was asked to come back in to see Will again. The club had initially been very pleased with Will’s increased motivation after their session last time. Now however, there was a new problem.

Will walked in with a huge beaming smile on his face and sat down in the chair for their session. Robert found it hard to focus, he hadn’t remembered Will being this attractive. He tried hard not to stare at the increased mass around Will’s middle, which was the reason he had been called in here to speak to him today. They talked generally for a little while, until Robert put Will back into his trance-like state. “Ok Will, now you’re under, I want you to feel as comfortable as you can…”

“…Can I take my shirt off then?” Will mumbled from the sofa.

Robert was taken aback by the request. “Do whatever you need to ,” he replied, watching the large football player, pull at his shirt with his eyes still closed. Then Will simply lay back down, as still as he had before. Robert stared hard at Will’s stomach; it was more extreme than he had imagined. He had seen plenty of pictures of Will with his hard, muscular six-pack in the past. Now however, there was not a trace of it to be seen, replaced by a bulging, hard looking, hairy paunch. He felt momentarily lost for words as Will’s hand rested happily on the new curve of his stomach, as if he was comforted by it. “So, er, Will. Do you remember our last session, when we discussed what motivated you to play football in the first place?” Will grunted affirmatively. “How do you think that has helped you?” he asked tentatively.

Will exhaled contentedly and began rubbing his stomach calmly. “It helped me a lot. All those old feelings I had fifteen years ago when I was a teenager just came flooding back to me. Wanting to be bigger than all of the other guys.”

Robert was distracted by the gentle rubbing of Will’s stomach and he had to cross his legs to try and prevent the hardness that was building in his crotch. “You’ve gained quite a bit of weight since our last session. How do you feel about that?”

Will sighed contentedly again. “I love it,” he replied simply.

Robert couldn’t believe his eyes as he saw the distinct outline of a stiffening penis in Will’s pants. Never in his life had he seen that happen to a guy under hypnosis. “Um, well, how does the club feel about it?”

Will gave a short chuckle and grinned proudly to himself. “They hate it,” he replied. “And they hate what the papers are saying about me too,” he went on, still smiling like he had achieved something impressive.

Robert knew exactly what Will was referring to and he unfolded one of the papers he had brought along with him today, opening to the article he had read earlier. “Ah, yes, I’m glad you mentioned that.” He looked at the unflattering picture they had posted of Will coming out of a fast food place, carrying a large burger in both hands, with his distinct paunch on full view under a tight fitting t shirt. For the headline of the article, his name had been changed from Will Webster, to Will Chubster. “How do the fat-shaming articles make you feel?” Robert asked sensitively.

Will’s smile was wider than ever as he stroked his paunch back and forth. “They make me feel great,” he breathed as if he were getting seriously horny.

Robert was thrown. Will’s answers were nothing like he had anticipated when he arrived this morning. How could he maintain his professionalism when he had a huge, football player getting horny touching his growing body right in front of him? “Well, do you know how much weight you have gained?” he asked, more to give himself time to think about where to steer the session next.

“I’ve gained 40lbs since our last meeting,” he whispered sounding, if anything, even more turned on.

Robert wasn’t surprised by the number. He could see the difference 40lbs had made to Will just by looking at him. “And… and how much of that new weight is muscle?” he asked, writing it down in an attempt to calm his own hardness, listening to the sexy football player talk about his gains.

Will pinched his paunch happily. “None of it,” he replied proudly. “It’s all fat. I’m turning into a pig!”

Robert’s heart was beating like a drum in his chest. He looked down and saw the huge, thick outline of Will’s cock, stretching down the side of his pants, throbbing as he spoke about his fat gains. What had he done to this football player? He had no idea he had unearthed these sorts of desires. “You want to be a pig?” he asked, enjoying the word as he said it aloud.

“Yeah,” Will grunted proudly. “Big, fat and strong…” he went on as his cock bobbed up and down, caged by the tight pants.

Robert didn’t know what had come over him as he spoke next, leaning forward and enjoying the sight of the horny footballer under hypnosis in front of him. “You know, you’re definitely starting to look like a pig with that new paunch on you,” he announced, watching as Will found it harder and harder not to touch himself. “I think you would make a great pig…” he thought aloud. “I want you to remember this,” he went on, “…how horny it makes you feel to imagine yourself turning into a massive, greedy pig. Your big belly filling up with food. Your gut expanding. Getting greedier and greedier every day.” He marvelled at the sight of the writhing, horny football player underneath him, getting more and more aroused by his words. “I want you to feel that cock of yours getting harder and harder every time you eat so much your stomach bloats. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes,” Will moaned with pleasure.

“Good,” Robert nodded. “You won’t remember what we discussed in our session, but you will remember that message,” he explained, gradually bringing Will out of his trance; until, with a click of his fingers, Will was fully present in the room again.

“When did I take my shirt off?” Will asked, a little confused as he sat up, putting it back on. Then he looked at the open newspaper article on Robert’s knee. “Did we talk about what they’re calling me in the papers?” he asked, a little embarrassed and nervous-looking.

“Oh,” Robert paused, realising he should have hidden the newspaper before Will was fully awake. “No, we ran out of time. But we can discuss it next time if you like?”

Will looked at the clock on the wall. “But we still have twenty minutes left.”

Robert thought on his feet. “You were saying how hungry you were and we agreed we could finish early today,” he lied. “You can go pig-out in the cafeteria instead,” Robert joked, appreciating his own play on words.

Will looked at him with a little wry smile on his face, but a deeper suspicion underneath. “Alright, I’ll catch you next time,” he smiled, slapping Robert on the back as he strutted out once again.

Robert questioned the ethics of what he had done for the next few weeks. He reasoned and re-reasoned, questioning himself again and again. In the end, it came down to the simple fact that Will wanted to grow; nothing he had really said was any different to what Will probably already felt inside anyway. He checked the sports pages a lot more these days, looking for any sign of news about Will, but he had simply sat on the bench during games as the season got underway. The gossip columns were awash with mews and pictures however, each one more unflattering than the last.

“You can take off your shirt if it makes you feel more comfortable,” Robert explained quietly as Will settled in to his trance-like state during their session three months later. He watched as Will did as he was told, revealing the changes that had been made to his body. His small paunch was replaced now, by a hard, explosive-looking gut, sat proudly beneath two beefy and softer looking pecs. But Robert didn’t need him to take off his shirt to see the damage, it was written all over Will’s good-looking face, his handsome features becoming more subtle under the puffed-up, bloated look of his cheeks. “How are you feeling today pig?” Robert blurted out without any filter. He had brought back all of Will’s memories from their last session and was determined to have more fun this time.

“Pretty great,” Will replied, rubbing his gut.

“You’ve been fattening well, haven’t you piggy? Have you weighed in recently?” Robert asked, keen to find out.

“Yes,” Will replied. “I’ve gained another 40lbs since our last session. I think I’m officially on the bench until the end of the season when I finish playing. They’re trying to use me as an offensive linesman these days.”

Will wasn’t lying. He was easily as large as the heaviest players on the team now. “Piggy isn’t fat enough yet though is he?” Robert teased, watching Will’s crotch keenly for signs of stiffening and he smiled when he saw the familiar bulge reappear. Will shook his head – he wasn’t fat enough yet. “Tell me about one of your typical days,” Robert ordered.

Will began his recount with pleasure, explaining how much he tried to eat in a day. He chuckled at how cunningly he avoided cardio workouts and even threw in some comments that the other players had made about his increasingly spherical gut. By the end, Will was harder than ever before, with Robert not far behind.

Robert looked at the notes he had made. “I noticed that you didn’t mention eating a lot before you go to bed at night,” he observed, checking his notes once again to be sure. “You can’t turn in to a fat, round piggy without taking advantage of all opportunities to eat,” he explained without a hint of irony.

“I’m always too stuffed by then,” Will mumbled, sounding slightly ashamed.

“Right, maybe I can help there then,” Robert smiled, sitting up and relishing the opportunity. “I want you to picture yourself sat at home, your fat stomach stuffed full. It’s tight and hurts as it’s stretched. Then, I want you to imagine that feeling melting away. In its place, you feel hunger. A deep, insatiable hunger – not just for food, but also to grow your body, to fatten and bulk. Picture yourself at home. Each night, when ten o’clock comes, I want you to feel that hunger coming back.” He repeated the instructions clearly several times to ensure they were fully embedded in Will’s brain.

Will was pulled out of the trance. Their hour session had gone so quickly and Will wriggled awkwardly realising that this was the second time he had come out of a session with a boner. Still, he didn’t make any comment about his lack of shirt this time. “That was, uh…” Will tried, unable remember what they had been discussing, “…good, yeah?”

“Oh, we made a lot of progress this session,” Robert nodded.

“The season ends soon,” Will explained. “I’m retiring after that, so I guess this is our last session,” he sighed with slight regret.

“It doesn’t have to be. You’re an interesting case. I’d be happy to work with you free of charge,” Robert smiled, passing over his card.

“An interesting case?” Will repeated, more to himself than anyone else.

“Very interesting! I think I could support you very well with your goals,” he went on.

“My goals?” Will repeated again, sounding more confused than ever.

“We’ll get in to that next time,” Robert laughed, leading the big man to the door. “I don’t want to keep you. You were saying how hungry you were before.”

Will put his shirt back on and stepped out of the door. “I guess I’ll call you in a couple of weeks then,” he mumbled, holding Robert’s card with confusion. Then he turned and walked away, giving Robert the best view of his heavy, beefed up and protrusive ass cheeks, as he headed to the cafeteria.

Robert was surprised to get a call from Will so soon after their session. Not only that, but he was incredibly amenable with his availability. After all, when he retired in two months, he was free anytime at all, he explained. Will greeted Robert warmly as he entered his large, spacious loft apartment overlooking the park. Robert was completely awestruck by the place but Will simply grumbled as he looked around. “I had to downsize quite a bit after the divorce.”

Robert looked at the impressive man, chuckling to himself that Will didn’t look like a guy who downsized anything. His gut was large and spherical and he was slowly getting a ring of fat around his newly chubby face.

“Shall we get started then?” Will asked, slipping his shirt off and catching Robert off-guard. “I just thought it might save time,” Will explained, sliding lazily onto his couch.

Robert stared at the man’s heavy gut. He didn’t need to ask him how much he had gained this time; it was a lot! Fat-bellied didn’t quite fully describe the tank that Will was getting.

“I wanted to talk to you about your clothes today piggy,” Robert said calmly as Will slid effortlessly to sleep. “You must have been outgrowing quite a lot of them recently?”

“Yes,” Will answered confidently. “I’ve gained over 110lbs in ten months,” he grinned.

Robert smiled at the large number. “I want you to think back to a time when you put on something you used to wear. How does it feel when you can’t button it?”

Will panted with arousal on the couch. “It feels amazing,” he replied. “I feel like such a pig!”

“You are a pig,” Robert jumped in uncompromisingly. “You are a pig,” he repeated, drilling the words into Will’s brain again and again. “And this place is your little piggy palace,” he went on, with a little chuckle. “This is the place where you are going to grow and fatten so much more. When I leave today. You’re going to rip off those clothes and strut about this place completely naked. I want you to eat without the distraction of your clothes getting tight. Then, each morning when you wake up. You will try something on and feel how much tighter it is - and enjoy that pleasure. Use that pleasure to help you eat more and more every day…” he continued, repeating the message over and over again.

Half an hour later, he pulled Will out of his trance and smiled at him as he was fully aware again. “Thanks for that,” Will sighed, rubbing his forehead as if he had just woken from a well-rested sleep. “Do you want to stay for some lunch? I’m suddenly feeling really hungry,” Will admitted, touching the shelf of stomach he was now getting.

Robert knew he had appointments this afternoon, but the prospect of watching the fat pig eating was too much of a draw. “Sure,” he nodded. “I can stay for a bit, just let me make a quick phone call.” He stood up and left the room, dialling his PA to cancel his two o’clock appointment. Then he changed his mind and asked to cancel all of his appointments for the rest of the afternoon. He was on the phone for a little longer than expected and by the time he came back, Will was already sat at the table, starting to devour a huge, stacked sandwich. On the table lay his cell phone and he tapped it when Robert came to sit next to him. “This is a great place,” Robert admired again, looking about the apartment and the stunning view.

“You’re right,” Will nodded. “It’s the perfect little piggy palace,” he grinned, tapping his phone again and playing a recording he had made.

Robert heard his smooth, over-confident voice playing back to him. “You are a pig. You are a pig, always remember that…” He flushed red with embarrassment and suddenly felt cornered. He looked up at Will who was grinning from ear to ear. Then Will shifted in his seat slightly and Robert could see that he was completely naked as he sat at the table.

“Now I know why I felt the urge to get naked as soon as you left the room,” he grunted amused by himself.

Robert looked at the pile of empty clothes by the big man’s chair. “I can explain…” Robert began.

“I recorded our last session too, if you want to hear it?” Will asked, sliding back through the files on his cell phone. “I knew something was strange after that second session when I woke up with such a hard-on,” he explained, playing back an equally incriminating passage from their previous session.

Robert was suddenly very aware of the size of the powerful man sat beside him. He also had more money and influence than he could ever hope to achieve himself. He could squash him like a bug, in more sense than one. “I only meant to…” Robert began, unsure how he was going to finish the sentence.

“I listen to it every night!” Will jumped in, tugging on his cock, which had grown hard listening to the recordings. “It’s the hottest thing anyone has ever done for me,” he continued, holding his stomach with his free hand. “I want to use it to turn myself into the biggest fucking pig!” He then gave a little snort and went back to his sandwich, devouring it with relish and huge gluttonous mouthfuls.

Despite his initial panic, Robert was incredibly aroused as he took a couple of minutes to watch Will pig-out. He might be a big man, but he could control Will’s piggy urges with ease if he wanted to. He stood up and went behind the massive man’s chair as he guzzled on his food, slipping his hand onto his huge, broad back and whispering into the big man’s ear. “Want to play a game then piggy?” he began.

Will paused momentarily in his feasting and nodded his head. “Maybe we could…”

“Silence pig!” Robert commanded, snapping his fingers in front of Will’s eyes and sending him into an instant trance.

It was dark by the time Robert brought Will back to full consciousness. He watched Will’s face as he took in his surroundings. He was on all fours in the middle of the living room, feeling the traces of food all around his mouth. He looked around at all of the mess; the empty cartons, dirty plates, pizza boxes. He grabbed for his sweaty stomach and grumbled. “Ouch! What the fuck happened?” he moaned, trying to sit up again.

“We played a game,” Robert grinned, watching the pig trying to stand up before he slouched on the couch, holding his stomach in discomfort; unconcerned that he was completely naked. “And you did very well pig!” he laughed, sitting down next to him and rubbing the huge mass of stomach that was now in front of Will. “Are you hungry?” he asked quietly.

“Yes!” Will answered automatically. Then he looked a little confused at himself. His gut hurt so much, there was no way he could eat another bite and yet, he had still answered ‘yes’ to Robert’s question. “I don’t know why I…”

Robert chuckled. “Oh, don’t worry. I’ve just embedded a few piggy instincts into you. They’ll soon show themselves over the coming days, weeks…months,” he laughed triumphantly.

“I’m so full…” Will mumbled, hardly taking any notice, rubbing his beach ball gut in front of him.

“Are you hungry?” Robert asked again.

“Yes,” came Will’s automatic reply before he could stop himself.

“Does piggy want his food..?” Robert teased.

“Oink, oink,” Will snorted without any conscious thought. “What have you…?” he asked, already knowing the answer. But Robert wasn’t listening. He was too busy laughing and getting a video up on his cell phone, pressing play for Will to see.

Will watched himself on the screen, on all fours, face down in a chocolate pie, his teeth gnashing and his tongue licking away at the fattening feast. It was still light outside. Robert was holding the cell phone to record, but he could see his hand come in to frame to pat his naked, huge, wide and muscular ass proudly; chuckling at the little ripple of fat spreading through it. “That’s it pig!” he encouraged. “Get it all down you. We want to turn you into a very big piggy don’t we?” he called; to which Will could hear himself oinking affirmatively. Robert chuckled and then moved so he was sat next to Will, pointing the camera directly in his face. “Wow, look at you go piggy!” he admired, as the camera showed the incredible speed with which Will was gorging. Robert laughed again and then brought his hand into the shot, scooping up some of the messy chocolate pie and holding it in his hand. Will automatically sniffed it out and began licking at the mass of pie in Robert’s hand. “Aw, what a good pig,” Robert teased. “He eats straight from my hand,” he told the camera.

Robert put the cell phone down and watched Will’s face, overcome with lust. Will’s eyes searched around the room to see the messy plate and all that remained of the chocolate pie.

“And that was just one of the things you ate today,” Robert laughed, patting Will’s heavy gut. That was when he took Will’s hard cock in his hand and started stroking it. He had starved it all day and now it was ready to erupt with only the slightest bit of effort. “You wouldn’t believe what I can make you do piggy…” he whispered into Will’s ear. “…What I’m going to do to you…”

Will looked across at him, weighed down by his own heavy stomach. He could smell the sweat leaching out of his exhausted and overfed body. “I want it all!” he grunted, finding the energy to lift his hand up to his stomach and marvelling at the sheer size of it. He’d never seen it this big before.

“Does piggy want his food?” Robert asked, as he felt Will begin to climax.

“Oink, oink,” Will answered automatically, making himself shoot right above his mountainous gut as he realised the noises he had made. He lay back, exhausted and completely satisfied in every way possible.

“My, my, would you look at the time,” Robert teased, flashing his cell phone in Will’s face. “Ten o’clock already!” he smiled, watching the discomfort in Robert’s face from the massive overfeeding, just melt away; just as he had been trained to do. “Are you hungry?” he asked simply.

“Yes,” Will answered automatically, but meaning it entirely. He was starving.