New You Resolutions 2020 (Part 12 – Finale)

Martin heard the Sergeant wake up and start shouting for him to free him, but that was the last thing Martin had in mind for him. He was in the Sergeant’s supply room, looking at the massive amount of BDSM gear on on the shelves, hanging in the closets, and tucked into drawers, but he didn’t know what he was doing exactly, with any of it. He should just run, shouldn’t he? But the resolutions that had been made for him wouldn’t allow him to run away, of course. What was he going to do then?

As he was looking around, at a loss, he saw a small golden envelope lying on a table, next to a strange looking helmet. The helmet Martin recognized. The Sergeant had used it on him a few times down here, both as a means of conditioning him to obey him, and as a way to toy with his mind during a session. It was a VR system designed to play hypnotic visuals and tracks that the subject would be unable to resist. He picked up the envelope, tore it open, and read the contents:

Well, it seems that you’ve hit a bit of a wrinkle in your year, Martin. Now, it isn’t too late, you know. You can still go out there, free the Sergeant, and accept your punishment. If you do so, things will continue as they would have–after a year in training with the Sergeant, you would have been returned to your old life, generally, though with a physique you could have only dreamed of a few months ago. However, if you do not wish to free him, then there is only one thing for you to do. We have taken the liberty of loading an appropriate file into the helmet–don’t bother trying to pull it out or change it. If you do, you’ll find yourself wearing it instead. If what you really want is revenge–then place it on his head, and we will give you the revenge you so desire. Beware though–revenge can come with costs of its own.

It was the middle of summer. Six more months of this nightmare, before he could go back to his old life, and try and put it back together? It wasn’t like those six months would be easy either–the Sergeant was not the forgiving sort, and his punishments were…severe. For a betrayal like this, Martin didn’t even want to imagine what the Sergeant might do to him. He picked up the helmet, eyed the slot where the disc went to play the hypno program. What could be on it? He didn’t have any idea, but whatever it was, it had to be better than six months of torture, right?

He went back out into the dungeon where the Sergeant was still sitting in the chair, and when he saw the helmet in Martin’s hand, the Sergeant looked shocked, and then outraged, demanding that Martin let him up this instant. Before he could doubt himself, he dropped the helmet over the Sergeant’s head, hit the play button, and after a few minutes of protest, the Sergeant went quiet as the programming washed over him.

Martin didn’t know how long the program would last. The helmet was very effective–but it could still be hours, depending on what the company had in mind for the Sergeant. He didn’t want to leave him though–so he sat there and waited. That made him anxious, so he passed the time with some exercising, mostly pushups and pull ups around the room, until he heard a grunt come from inside the helmet, signalling that the Sergeant was coming out of his trance.

He walked over, and saw another envelope taped to the back of the helmet, which had appeared at some point out of thin air. Martin pulled it off, and opened it up.

Revenge it is! We can work with that. However, we will need to provide you with a few new resolutions, Martin.

I resolve to take the Sergeant’s place here. I will style myself as closely to him as I can, wear his clothes, adopt his haircut and his vocal style. I will exercise everyday, following his exact routines, and maintain a physique just like his. I will forget my own name, and only know myself as Sergeant from now on, even in my own mind.

I resolve that I will no longer find muscular bodies attractive. From now on, I will only be attracted to fat, obese men.

I resolve to keep this man as my personal pigslave for the rest of my life. His mental faculties are now closer to beast than to man, and so I will have to feed him from a trough and care for him like a pet pig. I will love him dearly, and I will have my pig fuck my hole at least twice a day.

I resolve to work for New You Resolutions from now on as a feeder and trainer. I will take men in and fatten them up into the sorts of obese men I desire, as required by my employer.

Welcome to the team Sergeant! We hope you find these new conditions acceptable–not that you have a choice, of course.

He tore the helmet off his pig, who was grunting and snorting, and looking around a bit crazed and confused. He could speak–sort of. Anything more than short sentences was difficult, and he usually got out more grunts, squeals and snorts than words anyway. The new Sergeant, however, could only think about one thing–he dragged the pig over to the trough that appeared along the wall, went upstairs for the pig’s slop, dumped it in, and watched the muscular man shove his face in and scarf it down as quickly as he could.

While the pig ate, he went upstairs and got dressed in his new clothes. They were loose on him, of course, but after another few months in the gym, he would fit into them like a glove, just as his predecessor had. Inside, he was horrified. This wasn’t what he’d wanted at all! He looked at himself in the mirror, and found himself disgusted–he was so…ripped. He didn’t want this sort of body at all, but he was trapped in it now, for good. He went back downstairs, and his pig had finished eating, his musclegut bulging from the massive meal. The pig could barely move, but that didn’t stop him from mounting the Sergeant and fucking him with his piggy cock, grunting and squealing the entire time while the Sergeant cried, disgusted with himself in ways he could barely explain. 

Six months later, the new Sergeant was ready–the spitting image of the old one, though brown haired instead of strawberry blonde, green eyed instead of brown. His pet pig was always naked, and always at the Sergeant’s side. The pig was weighing in at 350 pounds now, and the Sergeant was so proud of his massive beast, and how far he’d come in six months. It was January now, and he’d just heard from New You that his first client would be arriving in a few days for a four month fattening. The Sergeant sighed, and looked at his muscled body in the mirror. For the rest of his life, he’d be giving men that which he could never have. All he wanted now for himself, was to be fat–but he’d never have that again. He’d just have to fatten his pig instead, and every man that crossed his path. It would be enough, probably, right?


That’s it for this interactive! I’m taking a couple of weeks to focus on commissions, and I’ll be posting those as I finish them. I’ll have a new interactive starting up sometime in March!

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