Digby was being hypnotized. Mr Creampie had bragged about it in front of him to his biker friends. Ever since Digby had started working for Mr Creampie, he had been conditioning the fae like a pet. And now that his spell was completely cast, Digby could no longer disobey his master. That's why even though he trembled and whimpered as he kneeled on the floor covered in pie, yogurt and honey, he was unable to look away or take his hands off the floor.
"Hey, watch this!" Mr Creampie announced after bragging about last month's humiliation. "Piggy, Piggy, Pudding Pants!" The words were like a siren song. Digby was suddenly overcome with an intense yearning and overwhelming arousal. Mr Creampie giggled. "Slop him up and watch him dance!"
SNORT! Digby oinked like a real piggy. The bikers giggled. One of them licked their lips.
"Did you like that Piggy?"
OINK OINK!
"Does Piggy want a treat?"
OINK OINK OINK!
Mr Creampie walks towards the diner kitchen and quickly returns with a bucket sized pan of thick warm porridge. Digby pants like a dog, he needs that porridge.
"Ah ah! Wait! Let me hear you beg!"
"OINK OINK! P-p-pleease Master Cum-cum Creampie! Pretty pretty please! Poor Piggy Pudding Pants, please pour porridge plop plop! OINK OINK!" The bikers howl with mockery and laughter, while Mr Creampie teases Piggy with another verse while playing with the porridge over his head.
"Piggy asks for more and more,
Such a naughty spoiled whore!"
Piggy moans with yearning. Blueballs begging, boner throbbing. He holds his mouth open wide in anticipation, staring at the dangling pot of porridge. On the verge of tears.
"Baby crying to be fed,
Let's dump it all on top his head!"
POLP PLOP PLOO- and down it all came. The warm weight on Piggy's face sunk down his neck and flooded his waitress dress, filling the area around his chubby man tits. The porridge kept coming, much to Piggy's delight. Waves of pleasure flooded the fae as the porridge stroked him all over. He savoured the last couple of plops, trying to catch them in his mouth. The final big plop came down on his forehead. Piggy let out a satisfied grunt.
SNAP! Mr Creampie snapped his fingers directly by Digby's ear, and the spell was broken. His arousal had dissipated in an instant. Digby was suddenly struck with what had just happened. Shame crushed him as the porridge turned cold. The unstoppable laughter pierced the muck around his ears.
As vulnerable as Digby felt, he knew that things would only escalate from here.