Porkette's Feast Factory - Chapter 6 (Patreon)

(Content Warning: Pretty lewd, FxF, LOTS of dairy, and even some TF stuff this time!)

Chapter 6 - Creme Corner

Jenna sat up in a panic. Gasping for breath, she looked around. Her room was empty.

Noticing a particular lightness to her movements, she looked down, and lifted her shirt. Flat. Well… not flat, but certainly a far cry from the corpulent spillage of fat that had amassed on her waist.

As confused as she was, she was ready to celebrate… that is, until she heard her doorknob turn, and watched as her mother strided in. The tall deer looked at her and scoffed as her eyes scanned Jenna up and down.

“Mom–?”

“Oh, God, what was I thinking?! Letting you come here instead of studying! You look awful! I didn’t want to believe the rumours were true, but it’s even worse than I thought! Look at you, you’ve turned into a massive, disgusting blimp!” her mother lamented, as if her beloved daughter had died and a monster now stood in her place.

Jenna was even more confused now. “W-What? B-But… I didn’t–Mnnph!”

Jenna’s words were cut short as she felt her cheeks swell. They puffed up around her lips, and practically kept her from being able to muster coherent speech with how they ballooned like a chipmunk.

As she felt a churning in her gut, she looked down, and watched the small bit of pudge begin to flood outwards. First she bloated out, then piles of heavy fat began to fill out her figure rapidly.

Jenna gave a muffled squeal of fear as she watched herself puff up.

“Mmnph! M-Mom! H-Hlmph!” she tried to call out to her mother, sticking her arms to grab her hand, even as she felt her arms swell and fatten up to the point that even getting them around herself proved to be a challenge.

She couldn’t even cry for help properly. It felt like her lips were squished between her own fattened cheeks. A pang of guilt struck her as she realized how similar the sensation must have felt for Katie as she lethargically tried to call out in desperation.

As if punished by that very thought, Jenna could feel something rise in her throat. Jenna watched in disgust as, while her mother slowly stepped around her and watched her swell and expand in grotesque horror, hotdogs began to pour from her mouth. She choked and coughed them up, as if she were so overfilled with them that they quite simply wouldn’t go down her gullet anymore. She whimpered and tried once more to cry out, but sounded even less intelligible now with the sausages spilling from her open mouth.

She sobbed as she felt her mother prod her bloated side. “Oh good lord, what even happened to you? What kind of college do you think is going to want a hog like you breaking their seats?!” her mother screamed, practically sounding ready to burst into tears. Jenna knew her mother would be disgusted at the sight of her, but… she had hoped she’d been worried for nothing. That just seeing she was safe would be enough.

But… of course that was wishful thinking. Her mother was right. What college would readily open their doors to someone who couldn’t even fit through them?

Jenna was practically on the verge of a breakdown, and as she began to sob, she tried one last time to open her mouth wide and scream out.

She felt the scream escape her lungs this time. She opened her eyes, and saw herself in that same room, though the lights were off. The same door, but it was closed, and no figure stood before it.

With a sigh, she looked toward the mirror.

She wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or filled with dread when she saw the corpulent reflection looking back at her.

She laid back in the bed, wincing as it creaked beneath her and trying not to notice the amount of herself that still continued to rock and jiggle as she laid still. She blinked, staring at the ceiling. The images of the day were… difficult to purge from her mind.

The haunting smile of Miss Penny Porkette most of all.

“Don’t you mean ‘clones’?” Jenna had snapped at the corpulent, sweating pig who fell into her usual routine of pretending as if the horrors the girls had just witnessed had never even happened.

Porkette had looked stunned. Jenna had been uncertain whether it was wise to speak up about it like that without further evidence, but the look of horror on Porkette’s face told her everything she needed to know. She’d never been able to so easily melt away that dismissive, unflinching smile before.

“Why, sweetheart, that’s ridiculous!” Porkette had laughed, the smile returning as quickly as it had left. “That’s positively science-fictional! Those rogues are merely disgruntled workers who would take out their grudges on this beautiful company, as well as yours truly.” Porkette huffed, looking down and seeming to lament her ruined, naked figure for a moment.

The girls all awkwardly tried to cover as much of their engorged bodies as they could with their chubby arms, all of them seeming to look at Jenna with envy for still having an outfit that was… almost passable.

Jenna had mulled over it all night. How quickly Porkette could change the subject. Once they had all gotten to the hotel, Porkette had met with some of her workers, and ordered a team of them to seize the halls to find and apprehend the rogue mice. Jenna couldn’t help but shudder at what torture Porkette had in mind for them.

Her facade couldn’t perfectly hide the rage she seemed to harbor for those that ruined her figure as the large pig looked over herself in the reflection of the hotel’s windows. Her make-up was running and she was covered in sweat. She looked more like a greased pig than the gracious hostess of the tour.

That was all hours ago now, but Jenna couldn’t even take satisfaction in seeing the rotund pig humiliated. More than anything, she was terrified. Terrified of what Porkette might do next as each screw in that head of hers seemed to loosen with every passing day.

She wasn’t about to wait around and find out.

Huffing, Jenna managed to roll herself into a sitting position on the edge of her bed. She sighed. She was positively massive now. The only thing that kept her from realizing it was standing next to the other girls, who had somehow begun to outgrow her.

Jenna was ashamed of the relief she took from seeing them like that. Ashamed of the strange satisfaction she felt by having something, anything over others. Something that made her feel, just in the slightest, superior.

Jenna kept wondering if that was why she insisted on keeping Josie around. Going through all that work just to help a fox who completely despised her. Was it really out of the kindness of her heart? Or was it because…

N-No! Of course not! That’s… sick! I-I just… wanted to help…

With a deep breath, Jenna didn’t dawdle any longer. Groaning, she hoisted herself off the bed and swayed, trying to find her balance on her hooves. The heavier she got, the more they began to ache, and quicker. Almost immediately, she started to sweat and feel the immense desire to lay back down and forget about the notion of walking anywhere.

But with a steeled will, she made for the door, sucking in her breath and squeezing through so as to not get caught in the doorway, which was becoming all-too-familiar of an issue at this point for all of the girls.

Camille hadn’t been able to sleep all night. For the last three hours, she’d been writhing back and forth on her creaking bed, practically waiting for it to give out under her. She moaned and arched her back constantly, whimpering at the aching pain.

Her body was ruined. Piled with fat and engorged to a disgusting degree, she could barely look herself in the mirror. She didn’t want to. She’d thrown the stand-up mirror against the window and let it face the wall, a large crack across it. She couldn’t stand seeing herself like this.

And that was before the digestion finally began.

As the bloated evidence of her feasting softened, lard piled across her form. Her ass and hips ballooned out, and her waist spilled outwards in a soft ring of blubber. However, most affected of all was her breasts. Camille drew sharp breaths through gritted teeth as she watched her own tits swell before her eyes. As her stomach churned and gurgled, fat filled her chest to the point that she couldn’t even cover her own bloated, overswollen nipples with her paws at this point. Her enormous, naked tits hung heavily over either side of her stomach, throbbing and red with an aching fullness that she wasn’t sure how to relieve.

She was horrified. Her perfect athlete’s body had been turned into a bloated form that looked more like the fertility statues worshipped by ancient tribes.

And worst of all were the side-effects of whatever was happening to her. This unnatural aching to her tits. Milk regularly trickled from her massive, swollen nipples now, wetting the fur of her belly as it dripped down. And even more curious, she was starting to feel a sharp pain right below her stomach.

It felt as if one of those damn mice were prodding her underbelly over and over. She almost wished that was the case. At least she could’ve just kicked the damn thing away and been done with it. Now she was beginning to regret knocking the mirror down. She wanted to see what the hell was causing that pain under her gut.

Was it worth trying to pick it back up? Camille felt like she could hardly move.

After a few minutes of convincing herself, she slowly rolled herself onto her ass, and as she sat up, she screamed.

She felt something hit her thighs. Something squished between her legs and stomach. Gingerly, she tried to reach a hand around her vast form, her breath catching in her throat and her lip quivering as she felt it. Camille screamed.

Jenna stiffened as she was sneaking through the halls. That scream shook her to her core.

Was that Camille…?

The doe was beginning to feel more and more like this whole factory was some sort of elaborate house of horrors. If only that were so. Jenna would have loved to believe that this was all just a staged prank at her expense. That everyone was still okay.

She couldn’t leave Camille here. Even if the cheetah was an absolute nightmare, she didn’t deserve to suffer a fate similar to the others.

She gathered the most rotten girls she could find, Jenna repeated in her head. Those words practically haunted her at this point. Was that really true? Or was the mouse just lying to her to get her on her side?

Jenna pushed the door to Camille’s room open, terrified of what she’d find on the other side.

She walked in to see Camille sweating bullets, gasping for air as she shuddered in horror on the bed that bent under her weight.

“C-...Camille…?” sheepishly called, waddling slowly into the room.

The rotund cheetah snapped her head towards Jenna, panting and sputtering for words.

“W-What are you doing here?!” she yelped in panic.

Jenna swallowed, nervous. It looked like Camille had seen a ghost.

What’s got her so shaken up?

While Camille wasn’t as stoic as Megan was, she certainly wasn’t easy to startle.

“I-... I’m getting out of here. I’m not gonna sit around and wait for… more things to go wrong around here. I don’t know if it’s true, but… the mouse–Anya–she said that Porkette’s trying to get rid of us. That the tour is rigged. Y-You… you should come with me! I know you’re not really that fond of me, but–”

Camille didn’t even let Jenna finish, moving to leave and desperately nodding along. “F-Fine! Whatever! Just get me out of here! I-I… need to get to a doctor! S-Something’s wrong with me!” she screamed, on the verge of a meltdown.

Jenna was taken aback, all the more confused. “W-What? What do you mean?”

Whimpering, Camille huffed as she sat back on the bed, trying to reach and hold up her belly. As she managed to lift the gurgling, churning mass of fat, she spread her legs.

At first, the doe’s instinct was to look away out of respect, but Jenna’s eyes practically bulged out of her head as she watched a fat, heavy udder plop down against Camille’s thighs.

Jenna tried to hide her yelp of shock, covering her mouth so quickly that her figure jiggled from the sudden movement.

“H-How bad is it…?” Camille whimpered, her face red between the taut pressure from her chest and new udder.

Jenna swallowed, kneeling down in front of Camille and looking closer at the strange sight. “I-It’s…” Jenna trailed off. She couldn’t even fabricate a lie. What was she supposed to say? It’s not that bad! It’s just a little udder!

Camille, a cheetah, had grown an udder! How was that even possible? Jenna had never heard any kind of disease or genetic mutation in her life that could cause anything like this.

Carefully, she reached her hands out, picking up the bloated udder, a few specks of thick milk forming on the end of each teat as Camille drew a sharp gasp.

Jenna swallowed, her cheeks red. As she lifted up the udder, Camille moaned from the intense pressure, and desperately spread her legs to try and ease it and keep her thighs from pressing against it too hard.

Jenna’s face burned even hotter as she saw how fat Camille’s sex had become. The lips had bloated and plumped up massively, and a constant stickiness coated the fur between her legs as she dripped with unintentional excitement almost non-stop from the intense sensations across her body.

Jenna’s heart dropped. Camille wasn’t just turning into a cow. She was turning into a breeding cow.

“Just fucking tell me!” Camille hissed, throwing her weight in a brief tantrum that made the weighty udder smack Jenna in the face, practically knocking the poor doe on her ass.

She felt a bit of the warm cream on her lip, and despite her wiser concerns, she licked it clean.

Her eyes widened at the taste.

It’s so… sweet?

Camille threw her weight from side to side, thrashing her limbs out in her fury as she screamed, before–

CRACK!

She yelped as the bed gave out under her, and she felt herself pulled forward.

Jenna squealed in shock, before her being muffled out by several hundred pounds of cat-cow blubber atop her.

Everything went dark for Jenna…. She felt an… almost familiar crushing weight on her. Luckily, she had padding to soften the force this time, but she couldn’t move. She tried to wiggle her limbs but felt blubber pinning her down almost completely. Desperately trying to roll over, she practically had to swim through cheetah-furred fat. She moved her head towards what she hoped was an escape from under Camille.

She could feel that her glasses were gone. Likely crushed under Camille’s elephantine ass somewhere. As she pushed her face forward, however, she heard the moaning cat’s breath catch, a shaky gasp escaping her.

Jenna’s heart sank. She felt the fat udder against her eyes, and she felt the enormous feline’s legs around her head.

Without thinking, she opened her mouth, and she felt her tongue slip between the fat folds of Camille’s sex, the blubbery cat twitching as she mewled in shock at the sensation.

“J-Jenna?! What the f-fuck are you doing down there?!” she whined, trying to make her tone sound angry, even as she practically moaned the last word, grinding her hips down with all her weight.

Jenna let out a muffled squeal, her cheeks pressed together by Camille’s doughy thighs and her mouth suddenly shoved straight into the wet, sticky fat of the cheetah’s blubber-covered pussy.

As Camille’s breath caught in her chest, Jenna felt the cat squirt her sticky excitement between her lips. Jenna whimpered as it hit her tongue, and again as she felt warm milk squirt from Camille’s udder, trickling down her face.

“H-Holy shit!” Camille gasped, arching her back as she moaned. “O-Oh my God! P-Please! K-Keep going! I n-need this shit out of me!” she cried out, reaching her shaking paws up to her hulking breasts, desperately trying to reach her bloated nipples. As she managed to squeeze them tightly in her grasp, Camille made a weak, shaking up-and-down milking motion, panting and wheezing as she tried to milk herself.

“I s-said keep going, you fat, useless deer!” she squealed.

In her desperation, she practically screamed the same breathless demands that Josie did. And just like with the vixen, Jenna was obedient. Even as she shuddered at all the warm milk that began to squirt against her, trickling down her fur and making her feel even more sticky, she obeyed. Trying to keep licking, Jenna shakily held Camille’s legs spread, letting the feline practically ride her tongue as she cried out in ecstasy.

Jenna felt the bloated cheetah twitch and melt as she came in her mouth. She wasn’t sure whether to be thrilled or disgusted. But… in a strange way, seeing Camille in such a desperate state… made Jenna feel almost… powerful.

Once again, someone’s desperation was in her hands.

Perhaps that was why Jenna tried to catch her breath, sinking her hands into Camille’s corpulent ass, grabbing it tight for leverage, and pushing her face back into the cheetah’s plump sex.

Jenna caught Camille unaware, mid-squeeze of her own teats, and the catcow writhed and screamed as Jenna’s tongue pushed deep inside her, rolling waves of pleasure through her enormous body, and leaving her shaking and twitching as milk rained back down on her from her own tits.

Jenna practically wondered if a puddle was forming on the floor from how Camille’s udder continued to gush against her with each press of her tongue. The cheetah was little more than moldable clay in her hands, and she could do as she liked with her. Holding her legs apart, Jenna pushed her tongue deeply in once more, and as Camille was suddenly pushed to a messy, writhing climax, Jenna fell into an orgasm as well as she heard Camille yell her name.

“O-Oh! F-FUCK! J-Jenna, YES!! F-FINALLY!!” she cried as milk squirted from her chest and udder by the buckets. Both girls were a soaking mess. Camille, from being practically rained on by the gushes of thick milk, and Jenna, who was essentially held down in the massive puddle of it.

The two laid there for a moment, gasping and moaning as they slowly came down from the thrilling heights of bliss, before they heard the door open.

Camille groaned as she desperately tried to pull herself into a sitting motion and look over herself, and Jenna practically had to pull herself out from under Camille’s ass, gasping and trying to wring her soaked clothes out.

In the doorway stood a brightly-blushing pig, practically dumbfounded with disgust at what she just walked in on. However, as embarrassed as Camille and Jenna were, they couldn’t help but trail their gazes down to what Megan wore. Her corpulent frame was constricted by tight underwear that practically looked like rubberbands around her with how much they squeezed against the pig’s blubber.

Megan’s face was red hot, and she glared at the two as she noticed their stares. “Not. A fucking. Word.” she snapped, covering herself as she suddenly felt more exposed than she would have if she had simply opted to stay naked like Camille had clearly conceded to doing.

“Did you… borrow some of Haley’s clothes?” Jenna asked, still panting for air.

“It was the only fucking thing that would fit, okay?!” Megan snapped back almost immediately.

Jenna drew back slightly at the biting reply. Clearly both girls were a bit tense after what had happened. Even more so from having to go around naked or mostly-naked ever since.

Megan leaned against the doorframe with her wide hip, trying her best to cross her arms in a judgemental pose. “So… you two were–...?”

“No!” they both shouted at the same time, their faces cherry red.

“I-I was just–...” Camille started, looking for excuses. Thinking quickly, Jenna opted to simply let Camille take the dive for this one.

“Camille needs a doctor!” Jenna blurted, holding up the cheetah’s belly and practically rolling her back with her own weight. The cheetah flailed wildly but couldn’t stop from rolling, her udder out on full display.

Megan’s face burned red by the sight before her, and her jaw dropped. “What. The. Fuck.”

Camille finally managed to roll back onto her ass and smack Jenna’s hand away.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” she hissed, an annoyed flick of her tail.

“You have an… udder?” Megan asked, before, despite efforts to stifle it, she snorted, practically having to hold her breath to not burst into laughter.

“A-Are you… laughing?!” Camille snapped, trying to roll forward to get up and pounce on Megan to tear her limb from limb, but simply rolling back and forth like a turtle on its shell, the udder spilling out on full display once more.

With that, Megan lost control, and fell into an all-out laughing fit, only mildly embarrassed by the amount of piggish snorts that accompanied it.

Jenna didn’t share the amusement, struggling to get herself up onto her hooves, and shaking the dripping milk off of her as best she could.

“We need to get her to a doctor and figure out how to get rid of it…” Jenna spoke up finally, her voice trailing as she even wondered how to go about getting rid of an utter from a cheetah.

What kind of doctor would ever have dealt with something like this before…?

Megan stopped laughing finally, and shot a glare towards Jenna. “No way, Softserve. The contract specified that leaving the factory grounds would mean instant disqualification from the tour.” she recited, as if she’d mulled over each and every line from the contract in her head every night in search of loopholes.

Jenna sighed, shaking her head. “We don’t care about the tour anymore, okay? Listen, i-if... you help us find our way to the exit, that’ll be every other tourist disqualified. Y-You’d win by default.” the doe pointed out, tired of Megan’s unwavering focus on winning.

The pig tapped her chin, a smile spreading over her face. “You make a good point there, doeball~.” Megan finally admitted at last, shrugging. “Fine, I’m in.”

Jenna bit her tongue at the thought of pointing out that Megan was now bigger than she was. All that mattered now was getting out of here.

It took a few minutes to help Camille up onto her feet. While she wasn’t as big as Josie was when Jenna had to help her, it had been much easier to help the vixen move around when she was much smaller herself.

Now, all three girls were hardly mobile.

The three left the hotel, trying their best to slowly sneak by the sleeping mouse at the front desk. They carefully made their way over to the factory. Jenna practically shuddered at having to walk through these halls once more. Megan reached for her tablet, pulling up the map.

“Alright… *huff*... quickest route’s this way…” she panted, all three of them already sweating and gasping with the short trip they’d taken. This was going to be a long journey…

As Camille waddled along, she began to groan. She could already feel her breasts beginning to fill… and her udder….

It was growing all the more difficult to ignore the fat, full udder that slapped against each fat thigh as she tried to move her legs. She felt so heavy. So filled. She wanted to get out of this horrible factory more than anything, but the thought of finding somewhere soft to lay down and laze about was starting to sound more and more alluring by the second.

And if that weren’t bad enough, the hunger was coming back quicker and quicker. Her stomach gurgled, and then growled. She felt like she was starving.

“Hnngh… I’m… s-starving… nngh… m-MOOOoo….”

Both of the other girls stopped, red-faced, and looked over at Camille. She hardly even seemed to realize that she had made the noise at all, looking back at them in confusion.

“W-What…?”

Then, all three looked down to Camille’s hands. Her eyes moved up along her arms as she watched the fur around her spots begin to change colours. Her cheetah pattern began to… shift. The furry spots on her began to grow, and darken. Her tan-yellow fur began to grow lighter. In various splotches across her body, her cheetah coat was turning to a cowprint.

Camille gasped and watched with a quivering lip. She screamed.

“W-What the fuck is happening to m-... m-m-... m-MOOOOOOooo!”

That time she noticed. She threw her hands over her mouth, panic starting to build.

“Isn’t it obvious? You’re turning into some kind of freak cow!” Megan blurted plainly, a downright cruel lack of sympathy for the feline who began hyperventilating.

“Y-You’re gonna be okay! We just need to get you out of here quick!” Jenna tried to reassure her, putting an arm behind Camille’s back to keep her moving.

Camille couldn’t speak, but she frantically nodded as she weakly whimpered, finally doing as Jenna insisted for once.

As they rounded yet another corridor, Jenna pointed towards a grand doorway that finally came into view far ahead of them.

“Look! Up ahead! S-See? We’re almost there!” Jenna sighed in relief. She stopped walking, and turned to the pig beside them. “Th-Thank you, Megan. For the help.”

However, as she said that, she noticed that Megan was no longer beside Camille. Jenna looked, and could see the pig tapping at her tablet a few feet away.

“Oh, you really shouldn’t thank me just yet~.” she mused with a smirk.

Before Jenna could voice her confusion, her eyes went wide as she felt her weight suddenly go feather-light. She felt herself falling, and she heard Camille scream as she tumbled far down.

The floor had given out. Some sort of… hidden panel that Megan had placed them on.

A trap.

Jenna was far too breathless to scream. In fact, she wasn’t sure how, but somehow, she’d managed to unconsciously move her hands just in time to grab onto the edge of the floor from the panel. Luckily, she’d been on the very edge of the fake floor, and could just barely reach safety. However, with her immense weight, her fingers almost immediately began to feel on fire. Sweat beaded down her fur and her arms began to shake.

“W-Why?! I–... nngh… h-how?!” Jenna cried desperately.

Megan loomed over her, snorting. “You and I both know you can’t hold on long enough for me to explain it, Softserve. So I’ll keep it brief. You’ve seen far too much to walk free now.” she said plainly, holding her tablet up to cross two more names off the list, and lifting her hoof to stomp down on Jenna’s fingers.

Jenna, however, was going to make sure her double-tasking would be her downfall. Had she not been looking at the tablet, she might have noticed the furious look on the doe’s red face, or how Jenna managed to use the last of her strength to lunge her hand out to grab the pig’s ankle as it came down.

With a yelp, the tablet flew from Megan’s hands, cracking as it hit the floor, before the two screamed as gravity took them at last, and they fell… and fell….

The girls tumbled down some network of vast, seemingly-endless chutes. Jenna began to feel as if she’d been falling for hours, even if it was only less than a minute.

All she could do now was pray that there was something soft at the end of this fall.

And she wasn’t… entirely wrong.

She looked down, and could see Camille writhing and groaning. She’d landed on some sort of cushioned airbag, it seemed, as she was still very much in one piece from the fall. However, she certainly wasn’t moving in time.

The girls both began to scream for Camille to get out of the way, but the groaning cheetah could only look up just in time to watch the two blubbery girls come crashing into her.

Jenna ached. She couldn’t move. She felt… stuck in something.

As she slowly opened her eyes, she saw her mother, sitting elegantly as ever, flipping through a book. She hardly seemed to care about whatever she was reading. Likely something that she was obligated to read for her book club.

Though, the strange part was that she wasn’t sitting on anything. The petite deer sat, cross-legged, floating in the air. She hovered over Jenna. Before Jenna had time to question it, she snapped the book closed, and looked down at her daughter in disdain, sighing.

“So, I thought this tour was only for the weekend, hm? What happened to that?”

Jenna’s mouth went dry. How long the tour lasted had hardly been at the forefront of her concerns recently.

“I–... it’s.. c-complicated. Things sort of–”

“Oh, good, more excuses. Should I just pass whatever you stammer along to the colleges? You know you’re supposed to be touring campuses right now, not factories, right? I thought you wanted to be an engineer just like your mother, hm?”

Jenna immediately bit her tongue. She was right. She wasn’t even supposed to be here at all. Jenna wanted to get away from all this. She tried to move her limbs, but it practically felt like she was stuck to a fly trap. She couldn’t budge. Before she could say anything, her mother clenched her fists, glaring down at her.

“It was supposed to be me! I should have gone on that stupid tour! I was going to be the next Porkette!”

Jenna’s face went white.

It had always seemed odd to Jenna. Her mother, so conscious of her health, had insisted that, to help Jenna relax after hunting for universities, they visit the candy store. Each time, her mother had bought various treats, and had almost seemed… annoyed when she opened each one. As if she were… expecting something.

They kept returning day after day, and finally, Jenna was the one who received that ticket.

Despite it being a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Jenna’s mother had seemed reserved. Apprehensive to celebrate.

Jenna had chalked it up to motherly worry. Concern.

Was it… envy? Did someone tell her she’d get a ticket?

Her mother sighed, trying to calm herself down.

“Whatever. It hardly matters now. Not sure what I’ll even do with you at this point anyway.” she said nonchalantly, waving her worries away with a hand.

Jenna’s heart dropped.

“W-What do you m–?”

She didn’t even finish, as soon as the doe looked around her, she saw what her mother meant. As far as her eyes could see, stretching into the strange, dream-hazed horizon, was her own body. Vast tides of flab and blubber covered in her fur.

She wasn’t stuck in something. She was beached.

Jenna began to panic, tears welling in her eyes.

“N-No! No no no! This can’t be real! Please! This can’t be! I-It was already bad enough!” she cried. “W-What did they do to me?!”

Her mom stood up in her hovering place, hands on her hips as she scoffed. “Oh, please! You have no one to blame but yourself, young lady! This was all your choice, remember?”

Jenna began to sob. “P-Please! Please, Mom! Please help me!” she called up to her, her lungs feeling hoarse. She could barely speak. In fact… when she cried out, it hardly sounded like her own voice at all.

When she opened her mouth… Megan’s voice came out.

Jenna snapped her eyes open. Her back ached, and she could hear Camille groaning beneath her. She wasn’t dead. That was at least something. But… where was Megan?

Jenna quickly looked around. They were in a small box. Barely a room, and more like some sort of container. Three of the walls were made of steel, but the fourth was glass. Jenna saw control panels on the other side of that glass, kind of like the maintenance room she had been in before. In the seats sat Porkette, stuffed into a stretched out jumpsuit made for a mouse much, much smaller than her, and about five other mice workers.

Jenna’s head was still spinning, but as she managed to slowly sit herself up, she heard the desperate cries from her dream. Megan’s voice, as the pig pounded on the glass.

“What the hell?! Mom, get me out of here! I did what you fucking said!”

And just like that, any efforts to get out of her own thoughts were dashed to pieces. The world began to spin around Jenna. She felt sick. She felt like she was going to pass out.

“D-Did…” Jenna muttered shakily. Megan startled a bit, clearly not expecting either of them to be awake yet. She whirled around to face Jenna with a nervous glance. The doe slowly managed to stand up, only barely having the strength to keep on her own hooves.

“Did you just call her… ‘Mom’...?” Jenna uttered in disbelief, her voice cracking.

Megan moved her mouth, but no words came out, caught red-handed. After a few seconds of silence, it was Porkette who finally spoke.

“That’s right, darling. I’m her mother!” Porkette said simply in her sing-song voice.

Camille stirred behind Jenna, slowly trying to roll over on the ground. Despite all the padding, having the two blubbery girls land on top of her made her feel battered.

“Nnngh… W-Where… are we…?” she groaned meekly.

“Creme Corner, my dears~!” Porkette exclaimed, throwing her arms up so fast that it made a seam split on her skintight suit, her body jiggling and the chair creaking beneath her from the motion. “Well, to be specific, you’re in the filling bay of Creme Corner. Where not a pastry goes unstuffed~!”

Jenna didn’t care. She didn’t care about the gimmicks, or the rooms, or any of it. She just wanted answers.

“I-I… I don’t understand…”

Porkette smiled. “Sweetheart, it’s not that hard. That mouse wasn’t lying, darling. What was her name again…?”

“Anya.” Jenna snapped, clenching her fists.

“Oh, yes~! Anya! Forgive me, I’d forgotten after you made her pop like a balloon!” the pig chuckled, descending into a fit of amused snorts, the mice sitting beside her looking a bit uncomfortable.

The guilt that Jenna had felt began to bubble back to the surface. Porkette was right. She’d made a monster of herself. Clone or not, Anya didn’t deserve to….

“Oh, don’t worry about that, hun~. They’re just clones! A dime a dozen. The factory has ‘mishaps’ like that all the time!” she reassured Jenna with a smile. But Jenna hardly took comfort in that. If anything, it made her stomach turn all the more.

“But she was right, this tour has been plenty of work to orchestrate, but soon it’ll all have been worth it~! The Porkette’s brand is thriving! And my sweet little Megan has been a dear for me and has helped me with all of this from the very beginning! She intends to be the next Porkette herself!” she chimed, practically sounding like a mother proud of her daughter’s achievements.

“Then why the fuck am I in here with them?!” Megan snapped, slamming the glass again.

“Because you made a mistake, dear. A very big one. And the next Porkette can’t make mistakes~... You promised me that each of the girls would be carefully chosen, and yet, I see one that we didn’t agree on~....” Porkette teased, glancing at Jenna.

The doe shakily pointed to herself. “M-Me…?”

“Don’t play dull, sweetheart. It doesn’t take a detective to realize you’re not like the other girls here.” Porkette teased with a snicker.

Jenna felt nauseous. It was true, then. Megan had reached out to her mother and told her that she’d win a ticket. All she needed to do was keep buying snacks. Jenna just… got in the way.

Megan kicked the glass, trying to smash it with her hoof, before reeling in pain. The glass must have been thicker than she realized.

“So that’s it?!” she screamed. “You’re just gonna get rid of me all for one fucking mistake?!”

Porkette laughed, waving off such a silly notion. “Sweetheart, don’t be ridiculous!” she laughed. “I never actually intended to let you take over the company when the Porkette’s brand is bigger than ever! In fact, when all this is over, I think I might just have to ‘regretfully’ announce that all of our contestants conceded and start a whole new worldwide competition again~! How much do you estimate sales will spike then, sweetie?”

Porkette giggled to herself, covering her mouth daintily to prevent herself from snorting.

Megan stood there, dumbfounded, before balling her fists and smashing them against the glass wildly in a tantrum. She banged on the glass so hard that Jenna was practically worried she’d break her hand.

“You psycho bitch!! What kind of a monster are you?!” Megan roared, sounding practically demonic in the way she screeched in rage.

The mice looked over at Porkette, who stared at Megan with disdain for a moment, before a smile cracked.

“What a foul way to talk to your own mother. I thought I raised you better~.” she mused, before leaning down and pulling a lever on the controls.

As Camille held her aching stomach, leaning on the wall, she yelped and moved her paw as a small panel shifted. A faucet slowly extended from the wall.

She could hear tubes rattling, and it sounded like something heavy creaked as it shifted into place. She heard a mass amount of liquid sloshing about, as if a giant watertower had just been moved.

Suddenly, the faucet squeaked as a thick, white, warm cream began to pour out of the spout and splashed onto the floor. Camille immediately drew back from it, landing with a painful smack against the floor, her body jiggling.

“Camille! Are you okay?” Jenna asked, hurrying over to help her sit up.

She didn’t answer, though. All three of them watched the spout pour out gallons and gallons of cream. In just a few short seconds, the floor of the small room was hidden beneath a shallow pool of cream.

“She’s filling the room…” Jenna uttered in horror as she watched the cream pour.

Megan watched in breathless terror as her fate became all-too obvious.

This wasn’t how this was supposed to go. Her mother promised she would be on top when this was all over. Desperate, Megan knew her last option now was bargaining. She splashed through the cream as she moved towards the glass, pressing her hands against it as she looked at her mother like a feral creature, her make-up running and her hair a mess.

“J-Just think about this! I’ve been loyal to you all along! I know you didn’t plan for Anya to go rogue, and even then I didn’t rat you out! I played along to the very end! You know I can be trusted! S-So just… let me co-lead, and I’ll pretend like none of this ever happened!” Megan pleaded, trying to force a smile, even as she looked down with dread as she watched the cream rise to her ankles.

“Oh, that’s okay, dear!” Porkette dismissed with a faux-loving smile. “I know you’d never be happy with being second-best.... That’s not the Megan I raised~!”

Megan’s hands shook. Jenna could barely stand to watch as it seemed like Megan practically wanted to dive through the glass to strangle her own mother.

But instead, Megan managed to break out of her wrathful trance, and stomped through the warm cream towards the faucet. She desperately tried to put her hands over it, covering it up somehow. She even tried to ball up her fist to plug it up, but no matter what she tried, it simply spurted out around her fingers, covering her in cream as it continued to fill the room. The pressure was too much. There was no way she could stop that much cream with her hands.

Her frustration was made all the worse by Camille, who only groaned and complained as she got to her feet.

“Hnngh… W-We need to get out of here… hnn… I-I’m… starving…” Camille whined, holding her aching stomach as it growled. Whatever was causing her to… change… was clearly starting to make her appetite ramp out of control. She was beginning to sound more and more like Haley.

Megan snapped her head towards the cheetah, a smile creeping across her twisted face.

“Good! Then why don’t you make yourself useful?” she snapped, grabbing the cheetah and pulling her up by her hair and her tail. Camille groaned, lazily reaching out to swat the pig away, but not able to put up much of a fight as she was forced to waddle over towards the spout.

“Nnfh… n-no! S-Stop! W-Wait!” the catcow moaned as she was shoved along. Perhaps somewhere in her half-bovine brain, she still believed that her figure could be saved.

“Megan! Stop! Don’t you dare!” Jenna shouted trying to wade through the cream towards her, knowing exactly what she had planned.

The pig merely gave a scoff over her shoulder. “I don’t know about you, but I don’t feel like drowning in cream!” she hissed. With a wind-up, she shoved Camille forward, forcing the faucet between her lips and holding her mouth shut around it until the cheetah’s cheeks puffed out.

Everything went silent for a moment, and Megan listened to the cream pouring down Camille’s throat.

Finally, they could all hear a low gurgling as it began to fill her stomach. Bent forward, the cheetah’s belly began to slowly swell beneath her.

“Mnnfh! Hnnfh!” came the muffled cries. The cream was pouring fast. Camille could barely breathe with how much poured down her gullet. She shook her head and groaned, trying to resist, but all it caused was for some of the spurting cream to squirt from her sealed lips against Megan’s hand, which only made her glare at the defiant catcow.

“Just shut up and drink it! I thought you were starving!” she snapped.

“That’s too much! She can’t drink all of that!” Jenna yelled.

Megan scoffed. “Oh, please! She was downing hotdogs like a cow yesterday!” she snorted.

It was so strange to Jenna. Megan already seemed to feel better. As if bullying others was what solely kept her from falling apart. What kept her… sane. That superiority.

Jenna was ashamed that she knew what that rush felt like. That joy of getting to look down on someone who was filled to the brim with calories. Of getting to make fun of someone who could only groan and whimper in reply.

Jenna even felt herself blush as she watched Megan hold Camille’s chin, looking down at her with a smirk.

“You enjoying that, you overgrown cow?” she mocked.

Camille gave nothing but a muffled whine, her eyes rolling as she felt her insides bloat with cream, her legs shaking with the effort to hold her weight up.

What disturbed Jenna was watching Camille’s stomach touch the ground below her. Her navel pressing against the cream-flooded floor and her stomach bulging out below her. Her legs having to spread to accommodate the weight, her udder bloating between her thick thighs. Even her plump pussy and doughy ass were on full display from where Jenna stood behind her, her face bright red with blush.

As Camille struggled to keep her toes touching the ground past her own gut, reality began to dawn on the corpulent cheetah. She began to panic, realizing just how far this was going. She threw her body from side to side, trying to pull away from Megan, the huge pig almost being battered aside by how much cheetah was moving around wildly.

Jenna took the opportunity to try to help, grabbing Megan’s arms and prying her off of Camille.

Camille choked and sputtered the second she could pull her mouth away from the spout, cream pouring from her lips. She felt so full. So heavy. As she rolled back, she felt something bubble up her throat, and as her cheeks puffed, it burst from her mouth.

“BrrrRUUORR–mooOOOOooo–UURP!”

The gluttonous collection of noises practically rumbled the small box. Camille whimpered and moaned, making desperate noises of displeasure as cream spurted from the spout all over her fur, but she could hardly form words with the burps and moos that rolled out of her at a constant.

All she really managed was to hold her fat arms out, and Jenna tried to turn her away from the spout. But all that did was cause warm cream to splash all over her back and tail, practically showering her with it. Unfortunately, Camille was getting too heavy for Jenna to help move, and the doe was practically out of breath just from helping her turn.

As soon as the spout was uncorked, once more, the cream slowly began to rise, inch by inch….

“The fuck are you doing?!” Megan snarled at Jenna as she helped the cheetah free.

Camille moaned and sighed in relief as she got a moment to breathe, mooing with each pant.

“There has to be something we can do that doesn’t result in one of us turning into a balloon full of cream!” Jenna cried, trying to reason with the furious pig.

Megan simply growled at her.

“Yeah, you moron! It’s called drowning!”

Before Jenna could argue, Megan lunged forward. Camille yelped as she felt herself rolled back, and with a cry, she felt as Megan shoved her straight back against the spout, rolling her right into position for it to go straight up her ass.

“MooOOOOOOOOOO!!!”

Megan smirked. “There. Let’s see her get that out.” she announced, hands on her hips.

Jenna and Megan both watched Camille as her eyes went wide, and she felt herself begin to bloat almost immediately.

Camille looked down, whining as she watched her stomach bulge out, moving her paws down as if to try and stop it by pushing it back down.

“N-No! Make it–hnngh…. M-Mooooooo!”

Jenna looked horrified, whereas Megan practically seemed proud of how she’d handle the situation, a smile on her lips.

“There. Crisis taken care of~.” she mused teasingly to Jenna.

However, as Camille’s stomach began to gurgle, they both looked back at her.

Jenna watched as the cheetah’s chest began to bloat and swell. Almost as quickly as her stomach. Before finally, a flow began to spurt from each of her swollen nipples. Gushing out in massive streams, Camille had sprung a leak. Two, in fact. Two very big leaks.

They both looked down, and watched as the cream began to rise up their ankles.

“Fuck! Great going, cow!” Megan snapped at Camille.

The cheetah merely glared at her. “ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?! GET THIS THING OUT OF M–...M–... MOOOOOOO!”

Megan rolled her eyes, as if Camille was just being dramatic, and glanced at Jenna. “Now what the hell do we do?!”

The doe looked at her, baffled that the pig now suddenly expected her to solve all of this. With a sigh, Jenna looked around at the situation, before taking a deep breath.

Reaching out, she held up one of Camille’s massive breasts, the catcow whimpering from the sensitivity.

“We drink.” Jenna said, her face bright red at the mere thought.

Megan’s jaw dropped, and she scoffed. “Are you kidding me?! Fuck that!” she dismissed, shaking her head at the disgusting thought.

“Do you have any other ideas?!” Jenna yelled, growing impatient as their time began to tick away.

Megan snorted. “Okay, even if Camille wasn’t the fattest, most disgusting fucking slob on the planet, I’m lactose intolerant! I’m not drinking anything that comes out of her fat cow tits!” she snapped.

Camille snarled, ready to deliver a harsh retort, before being interrupted by a loud, moaning moo.

Jenna huffed at Megan, holding up Camille’s other breast to her.

“It’s an allergic reaction, or drowning! Pick!” she barked.

Megan looked at her with absolute disgust, but almost seemed surprised to hear Jenna being… assertive for once.

After a long pause, the pig took a deep breath, and shuddered.

“This is the most disgusting thing I’ve ever done….” she muttered under her breath, taking her earrings off so that they didn’t get covered in Camille’s disgusting cow milk.

They both took a deep breath, before pressing the bloated nipples to their mouths.

Both of them groaned as the gushes of milk filled their throats.

Grabbing her tits, they both milked the catcow as best they could, chugging and chugging as their stomachs began to fill, gurgling.

Jenna’s stretched shirt slowly rode up higher and higher, her fat belly spilling out completely and her skirt feeling even tighter as she bent over.

Luckily, Megan had a bit of room to grow, as Haley’s stretchy underwear seemed to do the trick for containing her bloated form as she guzzled down the gallons of milk.

As Camille’s cheeks puffed, a burp coming up, she turned her head towards Megan, belching right in the pig’s face as she tried to drink, a loud, sloppy moo accompanying the rude gesture.

Megan’s eyes went wide with murderous intent as she pulled her head back.

“YOU DISGUSTING BITCH! I–”

Jenna shot a glare her way. “Less talking, more drinking!” she snapped, gasping from her endless chugging.

Megan glared between them, wanting to rip out Camille’s throat as the cheetah gave her a smug, lazy smirk.

Biting her tongue, Megan slowly put her head back down, pressing her lips to the swollen nipple with a grimace, shuddering as the warm milk poured down her throat once again.

They managed to keep the flood from rising. The three of them began to groan with fullness, but at the very least, they’d done it. They’d stopped the room from filling.

Soon, however,  Camille began to whimper. Red stretch marks began to spread across her stomach and hips as she filled, growing brighter and brighter as the creaking and churning of the overfilled feline began to grow even louder. Camille could feel a discomfort between her legs, and she threw her head back in a moan, the pressure building.

As they all tried to contain every last drop of the flowing cream, Jenna noticed something.

The flood of cream was starting to rise again.

Jenna couldn’t believe it. She felt like her stomach was practically overflowing with the heavy cream. Where was even more coming from?

Then, she looked down. While she couldn’t even see the udder anymore, Jenna could see cream pouring out from between Camille’s spread, rotund legs, its source hidden under her now-enormous belly.

“Her udder!” she cried.

Megan pried her lips off of Camille’s breast, gagging and panting. “W-What…?” she groaned, before clutching her aching stomach as it sloshed.

Jenna pointed down to between the cheetah’s thighs.

“One of us has to take the udder! She’s overflowing!”

That seemed to worry Camille, as she tried to look over herself with a panicked “N-Nngh… w-what?”

Unfortunately, she couldn’t even see past the high curve of her own engorged stomach to inspect the damage for herself. In fact, she was able to see less and less as her body began to take up more of her view, and her movements were becoming slow and lethargic…

“F-Fine!” Megan spat. “Whatever! I’ll take it! Beats having to look at this fat slut’s face anymore!” she snapped in disgust.

Camille was quickly becoming incapable of defending herself or making some sort of snappy comeback. What she did give in response, however, was an attempt to lean over herself towards Megan, only inches from the pig’s face before she gave a rumbling, gluttonous belch that practically blew Megan’s hair back.

Megan nearly threw up, having to choke down the cream in her throat, her face burning red. She probably would have strangled the bloated feline if the imminent threat of drowning wasn’t becoming more and more apparent, the cream now past their waists.

“I hope you pop like a balloon, you fat fucking blimp.” Megan hissed, before taking a deep breath, and diving below the cream.

She had trouble even finding Camille’s udder at this point between all of her vast blubber. As bloated as it had become, it was practically buried between her thighs and belly.

However, as she managed to get under the enormous catcow, Megan shuddered, before hesitantly putting her mouth between Camille’s useless legs.

Above the cream, Jenna blushed as she could hear Camille moan and moo.

Guess she found the udder, Jenna thought to herself, trying to smother the brief pang of envy she felt.

That feeling of… control that she got to have over Camille…

Jenna shook her head.

No! That’s not what you should be focusing on right now, she told herself.

Jenna tried to focus on drinking down as much as she could handle, before she finally noticed how badly Camille’s other breast was leaking.

Oh crap!

Jenna waddled and waded through the milk, having to literally drag her own stomach along now. She could feel how her body sloshed and weighed her down, and each step she took made her groan and burp. She felt like she could barely stand up anymore. She just wanted to lay down forever.

As Jenna finally got around Camille’s… expanding circumference, she lazily put her mouth over her other breast, trying to squeeze the milk into her mouth, groaning as a fresh new flow started, filling her poor gut.

However, she glanced up, watching Camille’s other breast continue to overflow.

C-Crap! She’s filling too fast for me to keep up without Megan up here!

Panicking, Jenna sighed.

“I-I’m sorry, Camille! There’s no other way!” Jenna apologized, before huffing as she heaved up the massive, fat tit with both hands, pushing it over the catcow’s stomach and pressing the massive nipple to Camille’s own lips mid-moo.

Camille’s eyes went wide, and she whimpered in protest as she felt her own milk begin to flow down her gullet, her throat bulging with so much at once.

Jenna tried to keep it in Camille’s mouth as she moved back to work her other breast.

“I-I’m sorry!” she cried to Camille.

There was no other way. Everyone had to hold as much as possible, or it was only a matter of time before they drowned.

Though, Jenna winced as she watched Camille’s stomach only continue to expand quicker with her having to drink her own milk. Stretch marks began to show bright along her hips as her belly swelled and swelled, gurgling and churning ominously, her eye’s rolling from the pressure.

As Jenna drank, she heard Megan break the surface of the cream, and looked over. The pig gasped for air, glaring at Camille.

“Nothing’s coming out of the stupid cow! Her udder’s bloating like a balloon down there!” she spat, coughing.

Jenna could see Camille’s face going red. It seemed as if the pressure was building. If they didn’t find a way to milk her soon, her udder was going to explode.

Finally, Jenna gasped. She remembered how she got Camille to let it out last time.

“Oh! Y-You have to– er–... w-well…” Jenna stammered over her words. She was suddenly feeling embarrassed with how to word it.

Megan scowled at Jenna, impatient and ready to throttle her. “Have to what?! Fucking spit it out, Softserve!” she snapped.

“Y-You have to… s-stimulate her…” she said at last with bright red cheeks. “I-It’s the only way to get her to–...”

Megan shuddered, not even wanting to talk about it anymore, gagging.

She shot a glare at Camille. “You are such a disgusting cow…”

Camille barely managed to glare around her own tit, red-faced and returning Megan’s resentful gaze.

Working herself up to it, Megan took a deep breath, and dived back down. It took her some time to find the udder again, but not nearly as much as it had nearly doubled in size. The pressure was literally causing it to balloon, each plump teat swelling to the size of tennis balls.

With a moment of hesitation, Megan finally slipped under Camille’s massive form, and put her lips on the catcow’s udder once more, slipping her fingers up between Camille’s massive thighs.

Slowly inching towards her slit, Megan carefully pushed her fingers between the lips of Camille’s blubbery sex, and with a shudder of disgust, started a slow rolling motion.

Almost immediately, Megan’s eyes bulged out of her head by how much milk began to pour out of Camille. If she had thought Camille’s tits were bad, her udder was practically four times worse.

With her free hand, Megan held her stomach, as if trying to stop it from bloating. She felt it swell and fill rapidly, any softness it still had going taut and filling out. She felt herself begin to balloon, practically screaming beneath the cream.

No. This couldn’t be happening.

She couldn’t end up like this. Not like all of them.

Jenna watched with worry as the cream began to rise again. She turned toward Megan to make sure she wasn’t spilling any, before her eyes went wide.

She could see milk gushing from the bloated udder down below, filling the small room. But… Megan couldn’t handle anymore than she already was. Jenna felt her heart sink as she watched Megan begin to balloon outwards, her stomach swelling and squishing against Camille’s blubber as it pushed up over the surface of the cream flood, gurgling as she bloated rapidly.

Camille’s eyes rolled in delight as she reached a sloppy, lethargic climax, whimpering from behind her own enormous breast. However, despite being horrified at how her body was starting to resemble some sort of disgusting blob, something in Camille’s cloudy mind had its claws hooked on the thought of revenge. She practically managed to crack a smile as she spread her legs, no longer trying to keep her toes touching the ground to support her own weight at all. She just let herself fall.

Megan let out a scream, muffled somewhere below all that blubber, as Camille’s weight crashed down on her. Her cheek’s puffed as the fat of Camille’s udder filled her mouth, and her scream was drowned out by a tsunami of thick, sweet milk as it filled her throat.

As much as Camille delighted in the pig’s torture, she had failed to realize that dropping her weight down like that only shoved the spout further up her ass as gravity did its part to pull her down. Her ass pressed against the wall with the spout buried inside. She practically felt her insides being over-inflated as if she was nothing but a balloon with a hose in it now. It was so far inside her that Camille swore it practically felt like it was in her stomach, especially with how it swelled and creaked.

Jenna struggled to keep drinking as Camille’s weight shifted, but she desperately kept chugging down more and more. But she started to shudder as she watched Megan’s stomach swell, practically glowing red as it began to rise further and further above the cream. The worst part was that, whatever strange property this milk had, it certainly wasn’t natural. Gurgling and churning grew louder and louder in their dairy-filled prison as the girls’ bodies tried to digest the immense flow of cream inside them. Jenna’s shirt began to split at the seams, ripped apart by her swelling tits and her engorged stomach.

POP!

As the last of her threads snapped, her bra buckle burst apart, and her breasts suddenly spilled out in front of her, shoved against Camille’s sweaty, glistening blubber.

As she bent over to guzzle more and more of the milk, she felt her hips widen and grow heavy, until slowly, her ass began to split through the stretched threads of her skirt one by one, her hips popping through the fabric and ripping it apart.

Her underwear put up a valiant fight, but even it too was beginning to split with holes and tears. The fur of the doe’s ass began to pop through in large splits along the seams, before finally–

SHHHRRRRIIP!

Her ass spilled out completely, and Jenna widened her stance just to keep on her own hooves. Her face burnt crimson. She was completely naked.

Megan wasn’t fairing much better. Her thrashing tantrum below the cream, paired with a body that began to rapidly balloon and fatten as her stomach tried desperately to digest whatever it could hold, was a recipe that spelled doom for her underwear. The stretchy panties she’d stolen from Haley were the first to lose the battle. Megan’s ass ballooned at an immense rate, and before long, it was bulging through the last splitting threads of the milk-soaked panties. Finally, her pussy pressed against the rubberband-like threads of the panties, and her bulging cameltoe exploded out of the underwear at last.

The skimpy bra wasn’t far behind. The stretched fabric bulged tighter and tighter against her plump nipples as the massive pig’s breasts swelled heavily atop her, before finally, they burst through the bra and left it in shreds floating in the cream flood.

The three girls began to swell to… unrecognizable versions of themselves. They ballooned with fat and blubber, until finally, they began to fill the entire container. The small room’s empty space was quickly overfilled with the bulging fat of the three, and as they were all pressed up against each other, Porkette and the mice simply stared in disbelief as all they could see pressed up against the glass was Jenna’s enormous ass, Camille’s blimp of a stomach, and Megan’s massive spread legs. It was unbelievable. The entire container looked like nothing but a box full of cream, blubber, and fur. All was silent, save for muffled gurgling and creaking.

The mice turned towards Porkette, awaiting an order.

She dismissed them with a wave. “Leave them like that. Within a few minutes, the pressure will–”

She was interrupted by a noise.

Cracking.

Slowly, they all turned towards the glass.

A tiny, barely-visible crack, right across where Jenna’s ass was pressed against the glass. Then, one appeared suddenly, right across Megan’s blubbery pussy on the glass.

Then, one over Camille’s belly button.

The three cracks slowly began to spread, branching across the thick glass panel.

Porkette swallowed nervously.

As the cracks stretched from one end of the glass to the other, cream began to leak through, spurting at Porkette as she stood there, stunned.

Then, the cracks suddenly seemed to duplicate by the hundreds, a massive spiderweb of lines across the thick glass.

“RU–” was all Porkette managed to say before the deafening shatter came.

The glass exploded outwards, a tsunami of cream pouring out and drenching the mice and Porkette, washing them away and leaving them soaked and lying on the floor.

And down the hall, Megan and Jenna rolled from the force, gasping and groaning as their enormous bodies were moved at such a high speed, before finally, their momentum slowed, and the immobile girls settled on the floor with agonized moans.

All three of them were practically beached. Camille, however, went nowhere. She was still anchored on that spout, whining as it continued to fill her.

Shaking her head out of the aching haze, Jenna tried to make a movement towards Camille to go back for her, only to watch as, with military-efficiency, the mice began to get back up and throw ropes over Camille, tying her to the wall as they put what looked like strips of large tape over her nipples and udder, and finally, one over her mouth, completely plugging her up.

The catcow looked up in horror, muffled moos and moans coming from behind the tape as she began to swell all the more, her body shaking and rumbling as the pressure began to grow unbearable, lewd whimpers coming from her as Jenna noticed her just barely trying to rock her immobile hips, desperate for some kind of release…

Porkette caught Jenna’s eye, glaring at her as the porky mastermind tried to roll herself into a sitting position, the workers helping her up.

“After them! Make sure they don’t get away!” she snapped, lifting a fat arm to point towards the corpulent escapees.

Megan growled with annoyance at Jenna as she hesitated. “You idiot, she’s a lost cause! Let’s go!” she barked.

Jenna’s lip twitched, trying to find words to say, before she simply conceded, looking back at Camille with a silent apology, before trying to get up.

Her and Megan were both in no condition to run. They could hardly even waddle anymore. They were forced to try and roll their immobile bodies through the hall, groaning and panting as they did. Even with a fair bit of space between them and the mice, they couldn’t make any sort of distance in the time that the mice would take to reach them.

Megan, luckily, knew the factory inside and out. Just a couple feet away, what looked like any other door in the long hallway opened up as Megan smacked the wall with her chubby hand, revealing a small, boxy unit. An elevator, hidden to look like any other door of the factory. A secret way down to this torturous side of the factory. And, presumably, a way out. Megan huffed as she tried to haul her blubber into the elevator. She shoved and rolled herself as best she could, before whimpering as her hips got stuck.

“F-Fuck! Help!” she called over her shoulder.

Jenna grimaced. She barely felt like she could even make it to the elevator, let alone help Megan. Taking a deep breath, she managed to roll herself forward as she pushed along the wall. She could hear the mice catching up. Their footsteps sounded like a flood rushing towards her. Sweating, she got to Megan, and with as much strength as she could muster, shoved against the pig’s blubbery ass with everything she had in her. Megan yelped as she was stuffed into the elevator, before glancing back.

Completely stuck, Jenna yanked on the sides of the elevator door, trying to get in. She held out a hand to Megan, hoping for some compassion in return.

However, as Megan glanced at the mice racing towards them just behind her, Megan scoffed.

“Fat chance, Softserve!” she snorted, before kicking at Jenna with her hooves. With her legs as massive and heavy as entire cattle, her kicks weren’t nearly as deadly as they had once been, but Jenna whined as she felt the pig rolling her back out of the elevator door with each strike.

“N-No! Stop! P-Please!” Jenna cried as she was beached on her own rear.

As soon as she was more than halfway through the door, Megan started mashing the button to close the doors.

Jenna snapped her eyes shut. This was it. This was the end. Megan… Megan won.

As she slowly rolled back, however, she could hear Camille struggling. Trying to see over herself, she watched the enormous catcow trying to move her useless arms.

Camille continued to grind herself against the floor, muffled moans coming from behind the tape over her mouth, before, with a loud, muffled MOOOO! Jenna watched with wide eyes as the tape over her breasts and udder began to overflow, before shooting straight off of her. As Camille brought herself to a messy orgasm, milk flowed from her, shooting in massive streams from her udder and breasts.

As it coated the entire floor of the hallway, Porkette watched in rage as the racing mice all began to slip. The coat of milk practically left them all looking like toddlers on a frozen lake, none of them able to catch their footing.

One by one, they all began to slip and crash against Jenna. The doe gasped each time she felt a mouse slam against her, before finally, she felt enough of them budge her that she cried out as she was shoved straight into the elevator, squished into the cramped space with Megan.

The doors closed as the pig screamed for Jenna to get off of her. And as they shut, Jenna managed to get one last glance back at Camille. She wasn’t sure if she was coherent enough in her own mind to even realize what she’d done to save Jenna, but… the doe hoped that she was at least conscious enough to see her smile of gratitude before the elevator closed.

As the elevator shuddered, groaning slightly from the weight of its cargo, it began to slowly ascend.

“I said get off me, you fucking hippo!” Megan whined.

Jenna shot a glare down at the pig. “After everything, seriously?! You were just gonna leave me behind?!” she spat at last, finally able to catch her breath.

Megan just snorted, rolling her eyes. “God, how naive can you be? When are you going to learn, you stupid fawn? In the business world, the only rule that matters is survival of the fitheth.”

Jenna raised a brow. Fitheth?

“What? What does that even mean?”

“Thur–... Thurvival oth the thitheth…”

Jenna shook her head, getting frustrated with the pig’s mocking.

“Are you trying to say fitt–”

Jenna’s jaw dropped as she looked at Megan’s face. The pig’s cheeks were red and swollen. Her face was getting squished by them as they swelled, only serving to pronounce the fat around her snout and mouth all the more. Her double-chin even began to puff out and look swollen.

“Oh… no…” Jenna muttered under her breath.

Megan started to breathe heavily. Panic was quickly setting in.

“I-I thucking thold you! I thold you I wath allergic!” she screamed, flailing her limbs as she rocked the elevator from side to side.

“S-Stop! Stop panicking! You need to–”

Before Jenna could even finish, she could hear gurgling from the pig, who merely whimpered.

It was too late.

Jenna watched as every inch of Megan seemed to bloat. The blubber-covered pig began to slowly swell and round out. The elevator began to grow cramped, Megan’s body bulging against Jenna’s fat as she puffed up.

“Hnngh! Mnnnfh!” Megan cried, only able to wiggle her hands and feet at this point. Her arms and legs puffed up so much that she couldn’t even shake them anymore.

In fact, even the tiny amount of movements she made seemed to make the elevator groan.

The metal made an ominous sound as the elevator almost seemed to bulge outward around the bloated pig, lurching and shaking with each floor they passed. Jenna watched the floor number tick up as they slowly approached the lobby floor.

“W-We’re almost there! J-Just… try to keep calm!” she cried.

“NNNNFH!”

The pressure caused Megan’s belly button to pop out, and as red stretch marks spiderwebbed across her body, she started to look even more like a ticking bomb than Camille did. Her eyes bulged, and she made desperate squeals as she felt her body swell so taut that the elevator’s walls began to bulge out around her waist.

As the pig let out a muffled scream, Jenna heard a horrifying GROOOOOOAN, and she wasn’t sure if it was the elevator or Megan. However, as the elevator lurched suddenly, she realized which it was.

SNAP!

The cable snapped. The two girls screamed as gravity was suddenly flipped upside down, and the elevator hurtled down the shaft.

Jenna closed her eyes.

This was where her luck ran out.

She wasn’t sure if she wanted to survive the drop or not.

After all, who knew what would be on the other side of those doors wherever they ended up?

Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end, dear…. So, what lies below the factory…?

A) The “Excess” Chamber

B) The Underbelly

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