The Weight-Loss Program by bamaboi2serve@charter.net with Master Daddy Sir's permission
I have always been tall and thin, but there was a time when i was working a very weird schedule outside---giving Master Daddy Sir the income, of course. And the schedule had me eating much more than usual---extra meals, really--- and i put on extra pounds. It seemed to happen overnight, but in reality it was a half year or so...a slow buildup that continued until one day when i was called to Master Daddy Sir's room.
It is hard to hide one's weight in service to Him, since each of us is kept naked and shaved at home. The collar and cockring that are welded on are the only things that stay on.
One of my fellow slaves had tried to warn me about my added weight some weeks before, but i ignored him. It couldn't be more than a few pounds I figured.
But when I arrived in Master Daddy Sir's den, his personal physician was standing there with a full medical scale set up. I was busted!
"Get on the scale bitch! You think i don't see you getting fat?" he asked as i stood on the scale. i prayed for the best possible outcome..at 6' 2 i was used to weighing about 185, but the scale quickly made it a lie. i was up to 208! i blushed deeply and kept my eyes to the floor.
"Pig Bitch! That's what we'll call you from now on...Fatty cumslut! Do you think this is acceptable for one of my slaves cunt?", he demanded.
"No, Sir," i said quietly.
"That's right pissyface! You are a fat can of fucking human lard! All of my slaves are in excellent shape or they stop being my slaves! Get it? You will lose that weight and quickly, or else. Handle it Doc!" he ordered his physician.
i didn't need to hear any more. Master Daddy left me alone with his Doctor.
I was scared to death of him. The Doctor was known to be especially cruel to the household help, and now he was going to be in charge of my weight loss!.
Doctor P.D. Jones was a massive man himself, but all muscle, He was a good two inches taller than I, and i felt like a child next to him. He strode around the compound with no shirt on, and with little tight leather shorts that showed off his coffee colored muscular body. The P.D. stood for Pimp Daddy, a name Master had given him because of his elaborate vehicles and the huge gold rings that decorated his massive tits and ears.
Although the Doctor was running my weight loss program, it had been designed mostly by Master Daddy Sir.
"First thing fagot, i don't want to ever see you looking at me or my cock. You don't deserve that. Next, your weight loss is not some friggin option. You will lose weight, even if i have to carve it out of you myself. Understand piggy bitch?" he demanded.
"Yes Doctor", Sir, i responded meekly.
"First up, get to work on this cock and keep your fucking eyes closed!" he demanded.
For the next half hour i worked on Doctor's huge shaft without seeing anything. He wasn't as long as Master Daddy Sir, but his girth almost made up for that shortcoming. I struggled to keep up with his thrusts until he eventually grabbed my head and held it steady as he pumped his cum deep into me. I stayed in place as he pulled out, not moving, not saying anything, and not looking at the big muscle i had just pleasured.
The Doc grabbed my by my collar and pulled me over to a tiled washing area.
Pull those sissy ass cheeks apart slut! Time for your new daily enema! He plunged a rubber cock-like hose into my cunt and soon i was being filled up. It was much more water than i was used to getting, and i could feel the pressure inside building! I glanced down at my belly and i looked pregnant! \
When he decided i had enough water in me he stopped and pulled out the hose. I was well enough trained that i immediately clamped my ass muscles tight to hold all of the water in.
Five minutes cunt! he called out as he walked out of the room.
I struggled to keep the water in, feeling my stomach distended from the pressure. When five minutes passed, he returned and led me roughly to a toilet. I held off emptying myself, waiting for the command. Finally it came and i was able to release what must have been a gallon of water.
Every day you will report here for an enema like that..or more water if i decided that! Step number two, you are to drink two quarts of water every day. Not more, not less. Two quarts. And if you fail, my assistants will being you here and we'll empty in into you by force.
In addition, you are now an official delivery messenger for the household. You will carry messages between the various buildings, and your speed will be tracked! He clipped a GPS device onto my collar.
You will move that fat pig ass of yours in record speed! I want people asking me how i got that sissy bitch to move so quickly!
And one more thing! He pulled out a pink magic marker and wrote 208 pounds on my chest in big bright letters. We'll change it when you change the weight, Now get moving! You first message is to the head of the slave training center. You'll be seeing him every day after your work here. Go!
I took the sealed envelope he gave me and started running. I wasn't sure where I was going, but remembered the training center as being on the far side of the property. When i arrived, i searched for the Training Master's office and knocked.
A slim new black haired sissy bitch trainee opened the door and starred at the pink message on my chest. "208?" he said in astonishment, forgetting his orders not to speak unless given permission. "Are you really that heavy?" he asked somewhat timidly, reaching out to poke my new belly, like you might feel a pregnant woman to feel her baby.
The Junior Master Trainer came from behind the trainee and grabbed him by the collar, pushing him to his knees and forcing his large cock into the boi's mouth.
"Keep the mouth shut slut! Use it for something worthwhile!"
Then he turned to me. "Two fucking Hundred and eight??? Bitch isn't that like porker size? Are you a pig slut from down on the friggin farm?"
"No Sir, i...i..i'm trying to lose weight Sir..". i didn't know what to say. This same Junior Master Trainer had trained me when i arrived, and i was embarrassed to have him see me with my stomach sticking out from the fat.
The Junior Master reached down and grabbed the area above my hips, squeezing hard. We're gonna get rid of this shit, pissyface. What kind of a faggot sissy girl let's herself go like this???"
i was terribly embarrassed, and i knew i was blushing like a school girl.
The trainer pulled me over the a chair, sat down on it and pulled me over ass up.
"These are for your new fuckin pounds...five for each. Then he proceeded to paddle my ass with is bare hand...i stopped counting after 30! My ass was burning and soon i was crying and begging him t stop. He gestured to one of the trainees and soon i was wearing a leather cock gag. By the time he finished my punishment i was red faced and red assed. My tears had formed a puddle on the floor, yet my cock's dripping had left an almost equal display between his legs. He didn't have to tell me. I got down on my hands and knees and licked his floor clean of my fluids.
He held out his leather booted feet and i cleaned them with my tongue too.
"This is the start bitch. Anytime you want to say you can't take anymore, you know where the door is. Go out there and leave, a fat piggy bitch boi with no master. Maybe you can find some fat pig of a Master to take you off the streets and force you to lick his balls all night!" he suggested.
"You report here every afternoon at 4:00 to exercise till seven. No excuses!"
i told him i would obey all of my new rules...and i did! In a matter of weeks i had lost the weight, and i can tell you i never, NEVER gained it back again.
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