Pig Bath

Nolan loved taking baths now. It started when he came across some soap brand, 'Pig Bath', on clearance. It was supposedly all-natural, using real fats and oils produced on a farm. It must not have been doing too well, especially since Nolan had never heard of them. The prices were dirt cheap however, a whole line-up of products all meant for ambiance - candles, salt, soap, scents. He'd been needing a reason to take time and relax in his bathtub, hoping to enjoy it, and felt this couldn't be a better opportunity. For less than $10 he had everything a home sauna might need, bringing it home and spending that night setting it up.

He couldn't have been happier than a pig in the mud when he finally got time to fill up the tub for the first time. The scented candles and bath salts filled the room with a heavenly outdoor aroma, the smell of fresh rain and wet dirt heavy in the room. His initial dip couldn't have been nicer. He took his time sliding into the water, feeling the warm liquid rise up around his body letting out all his tension. It almost felt as if the weight of all his worries fell out of his mind, suspended in the fluid around him. He didn't know how long he stayed like this, thoughts empty, just enjoying the time.

The bath was all he could think about the next day. He couldn't have felt better after getting out of it. The world seemed much more calmer, slower, softer. His mind constantly returned to the tub, imagining himself in it. He'd end up relaxing in his chair at work, almost dozing off. He didn't get anything done that day, the memory so vivid it captured all his attention. Nolan filled the tub again first thing after he got home, setting up everything the same and sliding into the alluring sedative.

Each day was the same. Settling into the bath, letting all his weighty worries fall off his mind. Feeling the world get much softer. Enjoying the overwhelming sense of heavy comfort settling over him. He never took notice how each time he got out, his body was just a little bit heavier, his features a little more pig-like. He became his own cushion in the tub, his body spreading around him, his mind too tranquilized to worry about anything. It felt safe in his padded world, able to wallow in comfort, his wants simple.

Even when the product ran out, he was still able to relax the same way as before. His body had filled out into his own pillow, surrounding him like a heavy blanket. He could no longer move too fast, forced to take his time in the world, a slow giant trodding along. He felt much better about everything, able to endure any worries with heavy apathy, a fat pig with no cares.