Porkette's Feast Factory - The Final Chapter (Patreon)

(Content Warning: This one’s another pretty extreme one. Graphic, EXTREMELY lewd, and slightly dark tones, all the good stuff. Be ye’ warned.)

Chapter 7 - The “Excess” Chamber

Her head throbbed. Jenna could barely feel anything than the pounding ache in her skull. She couldn’t even move.

Well, that wasn’t so much from the pain, of course.

Jenna groaned as she opened her eyes, her vision limited between her own cheeks, breasts, and the ample expanse of thin-furred blubber that billowed out from her.

She whimpered as she tried to reach her hooves to the ground, but felt them unable to reach past rolls of fat. She couldn’t walk. Couldn’t stand. Couldn’t move.

No, she wasn’t about to give up now. Not that easily.

She tried to look around, her fat-buried neck feeling heavy and practically causing her to break a sweat just from the slightest strained motions. She couldn’t tell where she was. Everything was so dark. The room felt large due to how the noises of her gurgling stomach echoed, but she couldn’t see anything.

Then, she heard a groaning. She tried to look down. It was below her, but she couldn’t see past herself. She grunted as she tried to roll herself forward, giving a great deal of effort to push herself just the tiniest nudge. As she felt herself budge at last, she gasped as she felt her breasts pull her forward, anchoring her down heavily, leaving the rest of her to jiggle about like gelatin.

Once she finally got her bearings, she looked down, and screamed.

She was looking at Megan’s face. Or at least, what it now looked like.

The snooty pig’s features were swollen beyond reason. Her face had puffed up to the point that her fat cheeks kept her from being able to open her eyes and squashed her plump lips together into a fish-like appearance. Her long hair fell messily around the sight, as if presenting the unsightly crimson-faced pig to Jenna proudly.

Jenna could hear the ballooned pig gasping for air, either the allergy or her own weight making breathing quite a chore.

“Nnnfh… Softsuvh? Id that you?” Megan asked in a muffled groan.

Jenna couldn’t even answer. She was too petrified by the sight of the swollen pig to begin formulating a response.

She felt something hit the back of her neck. Something small. Trying to turn her head as much as she could manage, she looked up to see the elevator… or what remained of it.

The bottom of the elevator shaft seemed to have exploded apart. The cable hung limp from a structure that had no bottom. The two corpulent passengers had made certain of that.

In fact, Jenna realized, the only reason they were alive at all was likely due to Megan’s blimped physique breaking their fall.

Jenna tried to move, but as she tried to rock her weight again, she could hear Megan’s body creaking. It sounded like rubbing the surface of a taut balloon, and it made Jenna wince as Megan groaned from the pressure.

“I-I’m sorry! I’m just trying to get off of you!” Jenna apologized quickly.

She needed to find a way to move without causing Megan to burst apart.

“Help! Anyone?! Are there any workers down here?!” Jenna called out desperately.

She waited for a long moment, but nothing. Not a sound in return but the rumbling and churning of the factory above and the echo of her own voice.

Jenna took a deep breath. She’d just need to be careful, that’s all.

The waterbed-sized doe tried to get a good look at what she was working with. Megan was almost completely spherical from the swelling, so she was pretty high up. This wouldn’t be easy…

Slowly, Jenna kicked a fat leg out under her, trying to just barely shift her weight. Anything too quick and she’d go tumbling down with more momentum than she would have liked. Her own weight might crush her, and the pressure might make Megan pop like a balloon.

Jenna groaned from the effort. She felt herself slowly sliding down the side of Megan, and she had to grab onto anything she could. She reached out for Megan’s hand, but it was so stuck inside her own swollen arm that it was practically impossible to reach. With how rotund Megan had grown, there were few places that Jenna could get a handhold. With desperation, she reached her hands out. Only one option was within reach.

With red cheeks, Jenna held her chubby hands out and grabbed onto Megan’s bloated nipples.

The pig squealed from the intense sensation, her puffy red nipples immediately squirting some of the cream that she was filled with onto Jenna. The doe sputtered and coughed, wrinkling her nose as she felt it make her fur sticky and saw it splatter across the lenses of her glasses.

Jenna’s immense weight tugged down on Megan’s nipples, and the pig moaned and cried out, trying to shake Jenna off of her.

“M-Megan, wait–!” she tried to reason, but she couldn’t hold on as the pig threw her about with what little she could move. Jenna gasped as she felt her grip slide off the slippery, milky teats of the pig-balloon, and fell with a WHAP! as her blubbery body hit the factory floor below. She laid there for a moment, groaning, beached on her own stomach.

Megan’s body rocked from the movements, her enormous breasts bouncing and sloshing without the weight of the world’s fattest deer holding them down.

Jenna was barely conscious as she managed to hear something crack. She glanced up, squinting her eyes to see in the dark.

Something was under Megan’s breasts, and as her tits bounced onto it, it cracked from the weight. Slowly, the strange object rolled down the pig’s vast stomach, and Jenna managed to snatch it before it fell to the floor.

Megan immediately tried to straighten herself out, her eyes wide as she fruitlessly reached over herself to grab it from the doe, but it was a worthless effort.

Jenna looked it over, before gasping. It was… a cracked scuba mask, and a hose to a tiny airtank. Probably enough air for someone to breathe for about ten minutes.

The doe didn’t take long to piece it together, and she dropped it to the floor, her hands shaking.

“It was all… just a show….” she murmured under her breath. Jenna gritted her teeth and threw the mask to the floor, the airtank rolling off into the darkness. “You never turned against Porkette! You both had that all planned out!” she snapped.

Megan swallowed, trying to shake her head. It would have been so easy for her to fabricate some lie to explain all this away. If only she could speak proper….

“You planned all of this, all of this, from the very beginning!” Jenna spat, rage finally filling her as she realized that Megan was not her friend, and she never was.

“You enjoyed watching each of them meet their fate on this stupid tour! You’re sick!” she screamed. At that, Megan whimpered, and her spherical body lurched slightly, as if trying to stand up.

That didn’t intimidate Jenna, though. The doe knew very well that Megan wouldn’t be able to walk, even if the swelling somehow went down.

“Except one thing went wrong! You never counted on me growing a backbone and standing up to a bully like you! Giving you a taste of your own medicine!” she snapped.

Megan groaned and whimpered, shaking as a rumble passed through her bloated body.

Jenna hardly even noticed, though. She was too mad to stop her whirlwind of rambling now.

“Now look at you! Bloated as could be and double my size! Not what you expected, is it?! You fat pig!”

Megan was gasping and rocking now, and Jenna finally noticed it. Her breathing was becoming even more strained, and for a second, Jenna began to wonder if the pressure was getting worse. If Megan was about to pop…

Then, Jenna could see Megan’s wide, useless legs twitching. The muffled moans were hard to hear clearly, but between the stickiness pooling under her and the trickling streams of milk leaking down her giant, swollen tits, Jenna could tell what had happened. The balloon-pig tried to catch her breath, slumping into her own body lethargically.

She was coming back down from an orgasm.

Jenna’s face went bright red, and her mouth was agape. Without even touching her, she’d gotten Megan to…

“You… have a degradation kink, don’t you?” Jenna asked slowly, it all starting to finally click.

Megan tried to gather her wit enough to desperately shake her head and deny the accusation, but it was too late. Jenna wouldn’t be fooled so easily. Not anymore.

“I get it now… why you were always so mean to everyone. Why you agreed to go along with all this. Y-You got to indulge that and still be in a position of power! You got to bully all of them! You’re disgusting!”

Even though she was just barely coming back down from the throes of climax, Jenna watched Megan whimper once more, trying to grind herself against the floor lethargically.

Jenna could hardly believe it. The pig was so… so desperate. In a way that she had never thought possible for someone like Megan. It made her want to… to…

Jenna’s heart fluttered. She knew she shouldn’t. There were more important things to worry about. Finding a way out of here, first and foremost. But… this was a once in a lifetime opportunity. A chance to indulge a fantasy that had rapidly made itself become more and more known over the entire tour. A fantasy that Megan helped her realize she had.

So it was only fair that Megan got to take part in it, right?

Jenna bit her lip as Megan shamelessly tried to push herself down to put some much-needed pressure on her aching, bloated sex.

Red-faced and panting like a dog, Jenna held her hands out, stopping the rocking orb from being able to shift her weight anymore.

Megan whined, trying to see over herself to see why Jenna would dare lay a hand on her.

“Hnnfh?!” she huffed, her plump lips and swollen cheeks keeping her from being able to voice her complaints.

Jenna couldn’t help but smile. It was hard to hold Megan’s weight up like this, but she managed to get a good angle with one hand, and reached her other chubby arm down. She heard Megan gasp as Jenna’s gentle touch ventured between the pig’s spread, swollen legs. Finally, as Jenna reached her prize, her eyebrows raised in surprise. Megan was completely taut. Even her pussy was swollen like a balloon!

Then, she felt Megan shake. She heard her whimper. She was trapped between disgust that Jenna would dare touch her, and burning anticipation for what she’d do next with her.

Jenna felt a hot, excited breath pass her lips.

“How about a taste of your own medicine, you fat bitch?” she purred the threat to Megan, and the pig failed to hide a lewd moan that escaped her. Jenna heard her body creak as the pig instinctively tried to rock her hips against Jenna’s touch.

Jenna couldn’t help but be amused, but she held Megan in place. This pig was finally going to learn who was really in charge here.

Agonizingly slowly, Jenna slid her fingertips gently across Megan’s tight slit. Already, the pig gave a muffled scream of pleasure.

“You better not cum yet, you whale! Otherwise I’ll stop right now~.” Jenna mocked her. Megan whimpered, and tried to stop her shaking and rocking, desperately trying not to let herself be sent over the edge so easily. Especially not by Jenna of all people….

Jenna practically drooled. It felt incredible to have power like this. Power over Megan, no less…. She felt her own plump nipples grow warm and stiff in her excitement at the thought.

“Good girl~...” Jenna purred. As Megan’s reward, she slowly began a gently sliding motion along the taut lips of Megan’s sex. After an agonizingly-long minute, she finally had mercy on the desperate, whining pig, and slipped her fingertips gently inside.

Megan gave a breathless cry from the sudden overwhelming sensation as she started to sweat more and more. Her taut, red-stretched skin began to grow warm and damp with endless beads of sweat as she panted and groaned. Jenna bit her lip as she watched Megan’s useless hooves twitch with ecstasy.

“That’s right.… See what it’s like being useless? Excited to stay this way for the rest of your life, you fat cow? Ready to beg me to take care of your helpless ass like I had to with Josie? Oh, does that turn you on too, you shameless slut?” Jenna bullied Megan relentlessly. She was practically panting and moaning between every word now, but that paled in comparison to how desperately Megan screamed and moaned in near-orgasmic anticipation.

Jenna began to explore what spots made Megan melt the most. What gave her the most control over the helpless swine. Before long, she was curling her fingers in careful, expert motions, and Megan’s body began to creak with how much Jenna made her rock in desperation, shameless moans echoing through the dark room.

“You’re just a fat, swollen, useless pig! You’ll be lucky to be kept as cattle, you bloated hog!” Jenna cried out, moaning as the words left her lips. She wished more than anything she could reach to touch herself. Then again, if she did, how would she be able to hold Megan’s heavy, swollen pussy spread? The useless pig certainly couldn’t do it herself~...

And so, the engorged doe settled for rocking herself on the floor, grinding her hips what little she could, slowly edging herself closer and closer to the most tantalizing climax of her life as she felt her own excitement pooling beneath her.

And as she slipped her fingers in and out of Megan, teasing her closer and closer to the finish line, the pig grew impatient. With a muffled scream of defiance, Jenna’s eyes went wide as Megan bucked one last time to roll herself forward, and Jenna whimpered as she felt the pig’s massive, bloated pussy push into her face, her glasses knocked off her nose and down onto her breasts. She wasn’t even sure if she’d be able to reach them, but she didn’t care right now.

She hesitated and whined, unsure of what to do, but this time, she didn’t try to resist. She couldn’t even consider trying to hold herself back now. So, she gave in, and held her chubby arms up to spread Megan out, before pushing her tongue deep inside, hungrily licking at all the sensitive spots that seemed to make Megan writhe the most.

“Nnfh… nngh…. God, you’re shameless! Nothing but a bloated, moaning mess, aren’t you?!” Jenna called out, Megan’s sticky excitement dripping from her lips as she practically drooled at the words she was saying.

She hardly even noticed that her stuttering was all but gone. There was no uncertainty in her voice now. Just lust and pleasure in the revenge she was finally getting to indulge.

And with those words, the second that Jenna’s lips returned to kiss Megan’s bloated sex, she felt the pig’s body rock and twitch desperately, and her orgasmic screams peaked as she was sent violently over the edge.

“Nnnnghaahhhh!! Hh-hnnfh!” Megan let nothing but indulgent cries and gasps escape her, unable to form a single word as she rocked and thrashed about, creaking from the pressure.

Her wet excitement leaked from her across Jenna’s lips, and the perverted doe licked it up, as if wanting to keep a souvenir of Megan’s defeat. Jenna’s eyes rolled and her body melted, collapsing against Megan and writhing in bliss as she reached a similar (albeit much quieter) climax of her own, her face red with embarrassment as she felt the sticky pool of warm wet under her.

Before she even got to enjoy a few mere minutes of the blissful afterglow, however, a voice that chilled her spine finally broke through the echoing room.

“All done ruining my poor daughter?”

Jenna tried desperately to move herself away from between Megan’s legs, as if it weren’t already obvious what had happened. However, even her best attempts did little more than jiggle her own billowing blubber around.

“I-It’s not what it looks like!” she cried.

She felt dozens of small hands push against her, and groaned as she was slowly lifted and spun around to face Porkette. The corpulent pig was munching away on a bar of chocolate as she looked Jenna over.

She could hear groaning and creaking, as well, as the mice slowly rolled the swollen Megan away from her.

“Of course it’s not, darling~.” Porkette mused, though her usual jovial smile was completely gone. She had a cold, dead glare set on Jenna now. The facade had finally peeled away at last. Jenna had managed to drill through every last layer of her patience.

“So that’s how you intended to strike back at me, hm? Turning my daughter into your own cow and forcing me to bear witness?” Porkette huffed. “Why don’t we see how much damage you did?”

On cue, Megan was rolled into view of Jenna from her left, groaning and wobbling, clearly hard to stay upright due to how near-spherical her inflated figure was. The mice practically had to keep her propped up.

Jenna finally got to see the damage from afar. See how big Megan really was. She hated to admit it. It made her feel horrible. But she couldn’t deny how much it turned her on knowing that she forced Megan to turn into that.

Her red face and trickling sweat didn’t escape Porkette’s notice, either, as the pig scoffed.

“How disgusting. Are you really aroused by the morbid, grotesque sight that you’ve turned my sweet Megan into?”

At that, Megan whimpered and whined. And truth be told, Jenna wasn’t sure if it was a cry of shame or a moan of excitement from being presented and berated in front of the doe like this.

Porkette snapped her gaze over to her daughter, shooting her a glare. “Quiet! I’ll deal with you after I’m done with this one.” she hissed.

For the first time, Jenna watched Megan immediately recoil, sinking into her own swollen body in defeat.

Finally, the corpulent pig returned her attention to Jenna, looking the massive doe up and down.

“You know, Jenna, I was rather cross with Megan when I found out we’d gotten you on the tour rather than your mother. But I’ll admit, between your incessant meddling with the tour, whiny voice, and now this, you’ve certainly made it easy to hate you almost just as much.”

Jenna watched Porkette as she spoke. She hadn’t noticed it before, but between almost every word, the pig was stuffing chocolate down her throat. The mice beside her had arms full of various kinds of chocolate, and the woman’s hands seemed to idly reach out for more almost non-stop. It looked like her stretched new outfit was becoming even tighter. A few spots had ripped open where plump pink skin poured through.

It was strange. After everything that had happened, Jenna would have thought that Porkette would have been doing everything she could to watch her figure.

Porkette shrugged. “But, who knows? Maybe once your mother gets a look at what I’ve turned you into, it’ll give me a bit of solace after all~.” she delighted at the ominous thought.

Jenna winced. This hatred was… unnatural. Even for a psychopath like Porkette.

“B-But… I-I… I don’t get it. What did my mother do to you? Why… Why did you want her here?” Jenna finally asked. The mystery had been burning away inside her for so long now. If this was truly the end of the line, she had to know.

Porkette narrowed her eyes, as if trying to decide if the doughy brat was even worth telling the whole story to. Finally, she rolled her eyes, sighing.

“Oh, what’s the harm?” she decided at last, finally putting down the chocolate in her hand and taking a break from gorging herself, a mouse immediately taking it and holding it for her with butler-like poise.

“Twenty years ago, Porkette’s was finally becoming a worldwide name. Our food was known for being unhealthy, yes, but it was known for being absolutely tantalizing. An addiction. A guilty pleasure that the whole world began to indulge in from time to time. And it was becoming more popular than our supply could sate. As such, we needed a factory.”

The pig raised her chubby arms to punctuate her point, gesturing above to the factory over their heads.

“Me and my husband, Mitchell, reached out to everyone we knew to help. It would be a costly, difficult endeavor, but one that would cement Porkette’s as a worldwide name for good. And to lead the architecture and engineering, we reached out to a brilliant friend of ours. Mary Doeson.”

“M-My… mother? My mom helped build this death trap?!” Jenna screamed, shaking her head in disbelief. That was wrong. She didn’t believe her mother would ever lend a hand in something like this.

“Oh, don’t flatter her too much. She built the original rooms and machinery, but we’ve had plenty of time to tweak them over the years… to suit our needs.” Porkette mused ominously. It sent a shiver down Jenna’s lard-buried spine.

“I… I don’t get it. Why wouldn’t she have ever told me?”

Porkette’s snout scrunched at that, and she shook with thinly-veiled anger, before scarfing down a mouthful of milk chocolate, catching her breath and calming slightly as she licked her fingers clean.

“Because of what happened, Sweetheart.” Porkette sighed.

“When the factory opened, I thanked your mother up and down for helping it to happen. I offered to pay her back everything I owed her as soon as the company made back the costs, but she declined, saying it was such a joy to work with me at all…” Porkette paused for a moment, a sad smile almost crossing her chocolate-stained features, as if remembering a better time.

“So… to help recoup from the costs, Porkette’s held an event similar to this tour. Gilded tickets in a very rare few Porkette’s-brand foods. Find one, and you’ll receive an all-expense-paid trip to come tour the new incredible, wondrous factory!”

Porkette recited the line with the same tone as from the commercials, as if she’d practiced it so much that it was now drilled into her head.

“It was such a fun, innocent tour back then. Massive soda-fountain display shows, skyscrapers made of multi-tier cakes… oh, if only I’d gotten to show you Hotdoggomania! That room was my favourite back in the day!” Porkette reminisced with a giggle, as if ignorant of all the horrors that had happened along the tour. Finally, she sighed, and a cold, lifeless expression muted her joyful smile.

“And then… the Chocolatorium.” she said in a gloomy tone.

Megan, despite not being able to say a word, put her head down slightly. Clearly, she knew the story well. Jenna swallowed, as if waiting for the scariest part of a ghost story around a campfire.

“It was an incredible machine, Jenna… A device that could turn anything, anything at all, into pure, mouthwatering chocolate! The tour all watched in awe as we climbed the equipment, and showed off the various items we’d throw in. We started small with pencils and cups. Then a fire extinguisher. Yes, I know, a safety violation, but come now. You can hardly fault us for having a little fun with it!” Porkette said with a sad chuckle. “Then, the final act was to throw in a bed. Our bed, actually. Mitchell always teased me for how much I loved chocolate, so he’d joke about how much I’d be in heaven getting to lay on it. I think he was joking at the time, but we needed a new bed anyway, so we figured there was no harm in it. We had the workers help us bring it up, and held it over the open maw of the machine, swirling with chocolate. He was… announcing his gratitude to everyone who had shown up when it happened. The… walkway rattled and gave out. Maybe it was because I’d put on a few pounds that week, who knows?” she gave another sad laugh, though this one had no real sign of mirth left in it.

“Mitchell… he moved to push me out of the way, and then he… shoved the workers to safety. The… fucking minimum wage workers.” she hissed under her breath, clenching her fists.

Jenna could see the mice beside her take a step back, swallowing nervously.

Porkette took a moment before she continued.

“When he did, the… bed fell out of their hands. That was right when the support gave out, so… the bed ended up pushing him off. Right… right into the machine….”

“...and he was turned into…”

“Yes, chocolate…. I fell to my knees right there, in front of everyone. I wailed as I held him in my arms. I must have looked like a madwoman to all those people… hah…”

Jenna didn’t bother interrupting to point out the irony of that statement. Instead, she thought for a moment, cocking a brow.

“Wait… but… I remember reading about Mr. Porkette. I… thought he had crashed the bus to return the tour home? In the news, it said he and the tourists died after the tour?” Jenna spoke up at last, remembering the news clearly.

“Oh, I should hope that’s what you read! That’s exactly how we orchestrated it. You see, darling, it’s much easier to handle the lawsuits of a few disgruntled families than see the entire factory that you worked so hard for shut down for a single, tiny safety violation that wasn’t even your fault.”

Jenna shuddered at that. Porkette had fabricated the news. Lied to everyone. But… that still left another question.

“But… if that’s true, then… what happened to the first tour?”

As Jenna asked the question, Megan tried to turn her head away. Suddenly, Jenna wished she had never asked.

Porkette just gave a soft chuckle. “Those tourists were just a bunch of brats. They’d never keep a secret. I knew they wouldn’t. So they had to be dealt with somehow.” she said quietly.

Jenna’s face went white. “You–… You mean you–”

“Yes. We pushed them all into the machine. And then the workers began to scream and shout. So I did the same to them. All… all except one. One who helped me do that awful deed. One who loved this factory just as much as I did, I think.”

Jenna’s heart pounded.

“Anya…” the doe muttered weakly.

“Mhm. I think after a while, she started to forget that she was the original. She started acting like just another clone.” Porkette snorted, and started to laugh a bit. “I guess when you’re surrounded by nothing but a thousand copies of yourself, you start to lose it a bit! Oh well! That’s all taken care of now, isn’t it?” she joked. Jenna didn’t share her amusement. She found Porkette’s laughter haunting.

“For a while, the media wouldn’t leave the factory alone. I honestly thought that the brand might have been ruined by that stunt. I began to spiral, and very nearly lost my mind. All I had to keep me sane was little Megan…” she said solemnly, wincing as she looked over to the sight of her daughter now. “...and of course, Mitchell.”

Jenna’s face twisted into disgust. “Y-You… kept his body?” she asked shakily.

“Of course! Why wouldn’t I? It’s not like it would decompose. He was pure, delicious chocolate….”

Jenna felt her heart drop at the way Porkette licked her lips as she spoke.

“He was finally both of my favourite things in one…” Porkette mused in delight to herself. “I had been through so much, darling, that… when I was left alone one night, rather than spend another evening tearing my hair out, I held Mitchell in my arms, and looked at his handsome face one last time…. He was melting. I kept the room as frigid as I could so that he wouldn’t, but it was inevitable. He wouldn’t last forever. Besides, what was the point? Did I really believe there was a way to bring him back? That was when I realized, there was really only one way I could keep him with me forever….”

Porkette hummed in bliss to herself as she remembered that night, before idly reaching behind her to grab some chocolate from the mouse that held it for her, slipping it into her mouth and moaning in delight at the taste all over again.

Jenna could feel herself ready to scream, but just as she even considered opening her mouth, she looked over to Megan, who was rocking and thrashing as much as her bloated body would allow, screaming and sobbing through her swollen lips.

Porkette merely looked over at her. “Oh, that’s right, Sweetheart. I forgot, I always used to change that part of the story for you. Told you he melted. Sorry that this was how you found out, darling…” she offered as a not-so-heartfelt apology.

But Megan hardly seemed to be listening anymore. She was screaming and throwing herself about, practically losing it as she tried to move about.

“Oh, don’t throw a fit, Sweetheart. It’s unbefitting of a lady.”

Porkette practically ignored Megan’s sobs after that, turning back to Jenna.

“After that… I realized I didn’t just love chocolate in the way that someone loves their favourite song, or the way that someone usually says they love their favourite food. I loved chocolate. I wanted to marry it, just like I did with my Mitchell.” The way Porkette gave a thoughtful sigh, it was as if she thought of chocolate in the same way that someone dreamily pondered the thought of their crush. “And if I couldn’t do that, I decided I’d do the next best thing. I’d have as much chocolate as I could~... And, luckily enough for me, we had plenty just lying around, soon to melt….”

Jenna went stiff. “...the tourists….”

Porkette smiled. “Mhm! The tourists, the workers, all of them~...” The corpulent pig once again licked her lips, patting her gelatinous stomach stretching the middle of her jumpsuit. This time, the way she said it made the workers behind her glance at each other, a shudder seeming to pass through them.

Jenna took a deep breath. It was… so much to take in. She was terrified. Disgusted. Sad. Every emotion she could possibly feel about Porkette was thrown to the forefront, but she had to keep suppressing it all just to ask her questions. This… could be her only chance. It was now or never if she ever wanted to know the truth.

“So… you blamed my mother for it all?”

Immediately, Porkette seemed to grow defensive, scowling at Jenna. “And who the hell would you prefer I blamed? She oversaw everything! She was one of the greatest engineers in the country! Do you really expect me to believe it was a mistake?!”

“Yes! Accidents happen! The current state of your daughter over there is proof of that!” Jenna snapped back.

“Shut up, brat! You’re too naive for your own good!”

“But… she wanted to come here! She wanted the opportunity to be on this tour! M-Maybe she wanted to apologize to you!” Jenna reasoned.

Porkette clenched her fists. She refused to believe it. She had come too far to go back now. She shook her head and glared at Jenna. “Then I want to make my own mistake. Let’s see a horrible little mistake happen on this tour. And when we send you back to her, we’ll see if she still feels like apologizing….” the pig threatened in a low tone, a grim smile stretching across her features that made Jenna feel chilled to her lard-buried bones.

Porkette raised a chubby arm and snapped her fingers. The sound echoed for a second, before a massive spotlight suddenly flashed on. After being in the dark for so long, the light was almost blinding.

But as Jenna looked up, she was left speechless. An enormous, monstrous machine lay dormant before them. It loomed over the girls, several stories high from what Jenna could tell.

Jenna could hear slapping and squishing noises, and as she looked higher, she could see what looked like a massive steel funnel atop the machine. The ceiling of this enormous chamber was hundreds of feet above them, and at the center of it was a gaping chasm.

Jenna squinted. It was hard to see without her glasses, but she thought she could make out the shapes of food.

Yes, it was definitely food.

All kinds, in fact. Just about everything the factory made. Everything that wasn’t packaged and shipped out ended up here. Tumbling down the abyss into this monstrous machine. As the funnel filled, the machine began to hum and shudder slightly.

Jenna looked beside it, and watched as a tower-sized glass tank began to fill with a thick, yellowish-white batter.

“Look yummy?” Porkette finally interrupted Jenna’s stunned observations. “It’s a highly-digestive solution, created by hyper-condensing every artificial food we create here–which is pretty much all of them–and mixing it with the most highly-reactive and digestible compounds deemed semi-safe for consumption. The lab girls gave it some fancy science name, but I’ve simply been calling it Blubber Batter!”

Jenna swallowed. She had a feeling she didn’t want to find out why it was called that.

“A-And let me guess, I’m supposed to be the first taste-tester?” she shakily asked, knowing damn well that Porkette couldn’t have had anything good in mind for her.

Porkette poised her brows. “Oh, heavens no! We’ve already had plenty of testers! You’re the primary audience it’s been tested for~....”

Jenna didn’t know what she meant.

At least until the lights began to flick on. She almost expected to see the mouse clones lining the walls, used as nothing but guinea pigs. But… it wasn’t. She recognized most of the bloated, fat-buried faces among the rotund mountains of lard.

It was the tour group. All of her friends.

The smallest, if you could even call her that, was certainly Camille. Her breasts had swollen to utterly gargantuan proportions, practically weighing her to lean forward at all times, only causing her to whimper as more pressure was put onto the swollen balloons. Her cheetah pattern was gone now, replaced by white and black splotches. Her feline tail had even disappeared, replaced with a cow tail that flicked and swayed, pretty much the only thing she could still move. A bovine snout sat on her face and her claws had turned to hooves. The only thing that Jenna truly recognized about her now was her hair and her mindless, dulled expression. As well as the sound of her muffled moos.

She was even bigger now than when Jenna had last seen her, and Jenna had already thought she had become massive. However, now, next to the other victims of the tour, she paled in comparison.

After her was Katie. About the same circumference as the spherical Megan, but billowing out with blubber and fat, the enormous bird’s eyes rolled back as she chugged the batter. It seemed any resistance in her had given out long ago. While she was wise not to cling to the hope that she’d be able to return to her attention-catching figure, Jenna couldn’t help but notice the desperation that she chugged the thick fluid with. It was as if she wasn’t entirely mindless yet. As if some small part of her brain still ticked, and had convinced her that if she couldn’t get people to glance her way with her good looks, she’d force them to stare at her engorged, massive body.

Beside her, Josie and Haley were utterly enormous. squished up against eachother along the wall, muffled groans and burps spilling from them as the batter pumped through the tubes in their mouths. Sticky slime still dripped from their fur, never even having been washed off since they were plucked from the mines. They were both so enormous that Jenna could no longer tell who was bigger. They both had mindless, gluttonous looks on their faces, but every so often, they’d shoot a glance at one another, as if trying to see who was winning. As if they didn’t even realize that it wasn’t slime pouring into their overfilled gullets anymore.

The sight that unsettled Jenna the most was probably Olivia. What she’d thought was the rumbling and churning of the factory above her turned out to not be machinery at all. It was the juice-filled rabbit, groaning in her own corner that she took up entirely. Her face was lost somewhere inside her own rotund body, and so Jenna could only see a batter-filled tube that snaked up her enormous form, before disappearing into the bloated roll of her neck, descending down to wherever it was her head now was. Somehow, they’d managed to keep her juiced enough to keep her from splitting at the seams, but the naked berry-bunny was now kept as a horrifying reminder at just how dangerous the factory truly was. Jenna couldn’t help but wonder if Olivia even realized what was going on anymore. If she was still even coherent in there, lost inside her own bloated body.

Whether she was or not, Jenna looked down to see dozens of mice around the base of her. Jenna could barely tell where her legs started or ended with how useless and conical they’d become. However, she could see the mice all desperately pushing and pulling, slowly rocking Olivia from side to side.

Finally, Jenna realized what she was seeing. Olivia’s bloated, juice-filled sex was slid back and forth across the floor, slipping through a massive puddle of her own juice beneath her.

Suddenly, a rumble and a groan echoed through the massive chamber, and Jenna watched a shudder and a jiggle pass through the entire, titanic shape of Olivia, a muffled moan crying out from deep inside the berry where her head was, as her bloated breasts sprayed juice across the floor, showering the poor mice below, and the puddle beneath her grew rapidly as juice leaked from every end of her, the rabbit’s taut body seeming to grow just the slightest bit softer for a moment. Though, Jenna wondered how long that would last as the batter pumped into her.

But… Jenna realized, it wasn’t just her tour group. There were more here than she recognized.

Girls from tours past. This… wasn’t the first time Porkette had done all this.

Almost as big as Olivia, an enormous mountain that only vaguely resembled a grey wolf whimpered as she mindlessly began to drink the batter through her muzzle. Beside her, a tiger gave a muffled cry as her titanic breasts twitched, and milk trickled from her as she drank. Many girls that Jenna didn’t recognize lined the walls of the enormous chamber. It made Jenna’s stomach turn. Especially the sight of one of them, what seemed like a giraffe, who could barely turn her long neck, which had piled with blubber. She merely flicked her gaze over to Jenna, as if begging her to take her place and give her a break from the constant filling.

Jenna didn’t want to think about how long they’d all been here, forced to endure this.

Finally, Porkette gasped, and turned back to Jenna with a jovial face. “Oh! And I haven’t even shown you the best part!” she shouted with a small clap, trotting over to the base of the gargantuan machine.

The pig stood before a glass door. Pressing a button, it opened for her with a hiss of steam, and she had to wedge herself through the doorway to fit her hips though, but at last, she squeezed in.

With that, she gave a signal to the mice, who ran over to a control panel beside Megan. A few buttons pressed and a lever pulled, and the door sealed shut as steam began to fill the small chamber. Jenna tried to lean forward to see what was happening.

She perked up to look at the tank as she heard it fill, and then looked back down. As the steam cleared, the door opened, and out stepped Porkette.

A lithe Porkette, with only a shapely curve to her body now, who fit her jumpsuit perfectly. The mice quickly brought her a mirror, and she examined herself, straightening her hair out and wearing a triumphant smile. “See, not only does the machine strip the calories from food. It can also strip the calories from someone’s figure as well~.”

Jenna should have known better than to be hopeful, but for a moment, she actually smiled. “Th-That’s incredible! So… so you can get everyone back to normal?”

At that, Porkette snorted, and bursted out laughing. “Oh, goodness no! Even if I wanted to waste a machine like this on these brats, it has a size limit! If they can’t fit through those doors, they’re already too far gone~.”

Immediately, Jenna’s face fell.

However, a more violent reaction came from Megan.

“HNNFH?!” was all the bloated pig could say.

Porkette glanced over to her.

“Oh, yes, the size limit… I suppose I should have warned you about it. Well, let that be a lesson to you! You’ll just have to burn all that blubber off the old fashioned way, if you still can! That should give you plenty of time to go over what you did wrong on this tour, Sweetheart~.” Porkette chastised her in a motherly tone, as if scolding a child for poor grades in school.

Megan screamed and bucked at that. Jenna was half convinced that if Porkette gave her any more bad news, it might be enough pressure to finally pop her like a balloon after all.

As Porkette proudly looked over her new figure, already reaching for a bar of chocolate, she snapped her fingers.

“Well, no need for anymore waiting around. Let’s get the last little brat all hooked up!” Porkette chimed delightfully.

Jenna grit her teeth and glared at her.

“Y-You’re insane!” she cried out, trying to kick and thrash about, helplessly trying to move herself just inches away as the mice approached her to begin putting her own muzzle on, tube attached behind it.

Porkette looked over at Jenna and scoffed, as if genuinely offended. “No I’m not, I’m grieving! There’s a difference. Let a poor woman grieve.” she hissed, before her face cracked to a smile, and she began snorting and laughing to herself.

Jenna tried to find a response, but at that point, it was already too late. She felt the muzzle locked into place and latched around her head. She felt the tube pushed into her open mouth. She tried to shake her head from side to side, but the tube wasn’t going anywhere. It was already practically down her throat, and she gagged as she felt it that far in her mouth.

Porkette smiled, and slowly walked over to the controls, a showful gait as she seemed to want to show off her figure as much as possible before Jenna became a mindless whale that couldn’t even appreciate it.

Jenna shook. She was terrified of what Porkette would do to her. Look what she’d already done to her. And now… now she was going to look like everyone else here.

She’d never enjoy that guilty pleasure of superiority ever again…

She gasped and coughed as the batter began pouring down her throat. She wasn’t expecting it to come that fast. She whimpered as she felt the thick, warm batter fill her. The sinking feeling of dread grew just as quickly as her stomach began to fill.

She groaned and whined, but before long, she realized there was no point. Why fight it? No one left could stop this. No miraculous savior would come for her.

No one left could stand against Porkette now. Quite literally.

And so, Jenna opened her mouth wide, letting the tube swell with the batter. She had no more distractions. Now, she could only shudder with disgust as she felt the batter begin to work on her. As she felt weight begin to pile onto her. She grew heavier. Lethargic.

Perhaps the worst part was how she quickly began to feel full, but unlike her past gorgings, she didn’t feel like she was reaching a limit. She was merely held there at the precipice of full, just for her to feel her own body rapidly digest what was put into it, her taut stomach softening just enough to take more into it as fat billowed out and piled onto her. Her hips widened. Her legs thickened. Her ass filled out. Lovehandles spilled into rolls of blubber, and her arms were slowly forced outward as they piled with fat that pushed against the sides of her stomach and heavy breasts. Her nipples puffed as her tits grew fuller and fuller, hanging over her ballooning stomach as stretch marks quickly made themselves visible across her bulging figure, as any sign of the deer began to quickly disappear behind nothing but fur-covered blubber. Before long, Jenna felt as her hooves left the ground. She couldn’t even touch the floor over herself now. She was, at last, helpless.

And, as her victory lap, Porkette indulged herself the opportunity to slowly waltz up to the burgeoning doe with a wide smile, reaching up to grab her by her puffed cheeks, looking into her lazy, half-lidded eyes.

“And after all this, I’ll send you back to Mary as the biggest deer-whale this world has ever had to lay eyes on. I’ll ruin her family, and see how she likes it~...” the pig purred in delight, licking a chocolate stain from her lips.

Jenna only gave a lazy whimper in return. No more retorts. No more arguing. Porkette had won. It was as simple as that. Despite all her best efforts, Jenna had lost, and she knew it. First, she’d lost her friends, and now, she’d lost herself.

Well, perhaps more selfishly, she’d lost that rush. That thrill of power she had. She hated that she still cared about it, but Jenna was so sad to lose it. She’d barely gotten to indulge it at all.

Porkette seemed to adore the defeated look in Jenna’s eyes, biting her lip, but as Megan whined and threw her immobile tantrum, Porkette groaned, and whirled around.

“What is it now, you hog?!” she snapped at Megan, before rolling her eyes. “Oh, God, throwing another fit….”

Porkette sighed, and pinched the bridge of her snout. “Children…” she muttered under her breath, before walking over to Megan. One of the mice held up a tablet to Porkette as she walked by, and she snatched it from her. Jenna recognized the tablet from the crack on the screen. It was Megan’s. The one she’d dropped.

Porkette held it out to here, as if appeasing a tantrum-having child with their favourite toy. “Here. Entertain yourself with this while mommy takes care of things.” she snapped.

Megan whimpered at her scolding tone, and held out a swollen hand to try and grab it.

Porkette turned to walk towards the control panel before Megan even got a proper handhold on it, and the ballooned pig dropped it from her helpless grasp, sobbing as it hit the floor, screaming and whining.

Jenna hardly cared about Megan’s temper tantrum. What she was more interested in was the tablet as it landed just inches away from her, screen up.

Jenna squinted as she tried to look at the glowing screen.

There, in the corner.

She recognized the social media icon.

Jenna groaned, trying to reach a chubby arm out. She had one last chance. This was it.

She winced as she felt the weight of her body pulling against her. Tempting her to just give up. It would be so much easier. To just sink into the weight rather than fight against it. She wanted to, so badly… but… it was… right there….

With a gasp, she felt her fingertip just barely touch the screen, and with the sound of a bubble popping, the app loaded, and opened up to a clip from a livestream. Just as she hoped, Katie was still front page.

As mindless as she was, the giant bluebird suddenly perked up. As soon as she heard her own voice talking to her audience, she almost seemed to go into a trance. She desperately swung her chubby face around to see where the sound was coming from, before her eyes practically dilated as she saw the tablet in front of Jenna.

“Nnfh… f-f… front… page…?” she managed to groan past the muzzle. Her eyes lit up, and she instinctively reached forward. But there was just one problem. The several tons of blubber that held her stuck on her own ass.

Jenna watched. She knew what Katie’s hunger for attention was capable of. She poked the tablet to turn it so that Katie could get a better look.

That’s right… front page. What you’ve always wanted. Come take a look…

Jenna prayed this scheme would work. It was her only chance.

Her heart practically dropped as she felt the ground rumble.

The mice all began to glance around, wondering what was going on. Even Porkette looked up, annoyed.

They all turned towards Katie, as her body jiggled and swayed. Looking down, they all watched as her fat-buried, useless legs began to shake. Her tiny, taloned feet slowly touched the ground. Buried beneath rolls of blubber, they slowly pushed the ground away from her.

Inch by inch, Katie lifted herself.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Porkette snapped as she caught the bluebird. “Do you really think you can still walk?! You must be dumber than I thought!”

But Porkette was wrong. Jenna watched in amazement as, after a few seconds, the ground rumbled once more as Katie’s entire body jostled from side to side, one foot pushed forward. She’d taken a step.

Porkette turned from the control panel, mouth agape in disbelief. “Did you not hear me?! Sit your feathered ass back down right now!” A slight bit of panic and frustration entered her voice now.

Katie took another step. Then another. Porkette and the mice slowly walked towards Katie. They didn’t know what to do. Would she drop? Would her body give out under her own weight?

Katie’s feathers began to grow slick with sweat. After only a few steps, she was glossy with the sweat that poured down her, heavy, burping gasps leaving her as she waddled. But still, she kept going. Somehow, she was walking….

“I’m giving you one last warning! SIT. DOWN!”

As Katie slowly took a rumbling step forward, Jenna felt a force that nearly gave her whiplash as she felt Katie step on her tube. With her weight on it, Jenna felt the tube crack and yank out of the muzzle. It pulled straight out of her mouth, and Jenna gasped as she felt the batter sputter across her face, finally out of her packed gullet. She coughed and tried to catch her breath, but she had no time to waste.

As Katie slowly trudged on, Porkette clenched her fists, and pounded on the bird’s swaying blubber. “YOU ENORMOUS BIMBO, GET BACK! I’LL FATTEN YOU INTO A PARADE FLOAT IF YOU DON’T SIT THERE AND DRINK LIKE THE CATTLE YOU ARE!”

But Katie didn’t listen. It seemed like she didn’t even hear the pig’s demands. She was all but hypnotized by herself on the glowing screen.

Having to act fast, Porkette whistled, and a dozen mice were at her side. “Push her back, you useless rodents!” she snapped.

All together, they shoved back against the unstoppable waddling blimp that was Katie. She groaned as she tried to reach past them, desperate to get her chubby hands on the tablet. But alas, she seemed to finally be held at a halt.

Jenna looked around desperately. Finally, she found what she was looking for. The air tank. Her eyes locked on, and she saw it across the chamber, right underneath the enormous giraffe. The doe achingly tried to move herself forward, but there was no way she could move that far. She cursed herself for carelessly tossing the canister aside like that.

However, as she looked up, she caught the giraffe’s glance. With a great amount of effort, the giraffe nodded to her. She could tell Jenna had a plan.

Jenna winced as the giraffe groaned with the effort to even just roll herself forward an inch. Her enormous body churned and gurgled as, slowly, she leaned forward, and Jenna could hear the sound of the metal bending under her. The airtank slowly creaking with pressure as the slightest hiss began to grow audible…

Then finally…

BOOM!

It sounded as if a bomb had gone off as the pressurized tank burst apart, the top of it flying out from under the giraffe with all the momentum of a cannonball.

The mice all practically tripped over themselves, looking around to see which one of the girls had finally burst, assuming that’s what it had to be.

But none of them caught as the projectile flew straight towards Katie’s enormous ass. The bird yelped in a high-pitched squawk as the momentum rolled her forward.

Porkette screamed as Katie’s body burst forward and suddenly shoved her back, and as she stumbled on her own dainty hooves, she fell back into the machine.

She quickly tried to get herself back up before the glass door closed, but… it seemed a door was no longer necessary. The air-tight seal of Katie’s mountainous ass seemed to prove more than effective in sealing the small room off completely, locking Porkette inside.

However, Jenna’s eyes went wide as she saw Katie slowly snap out of her dizzy haze, immediately locking her eyes back onto the tablet again. Her blubber jiggled and shook as she desperately tried to move herself again. Jenna had to act fast. Katie wouldn’t keep Porkette blocked for long.

Porkette pounded her fists on the gelatinous blubber of Katie’s rear, screams and shouts to the mice only mildly muffled by the cushion that blockaded her.

Jenna’s mother had taught her before that any machine, especially dangerous ones, had to have some sort of reverse. An emergency switch. Surely this one was no different if they’d used her mother’s designs as inspiration.

Jenna tried desperately to roll herself forward. She wasn’t too far from the control panel. If she could just… move a bit further….

She reached her hand out. She was still a couple feet away from the controls. Jenna felt tears run down her chubby cheeks. “Come on! Please!” she cried through gritted teeth.

However, her heart dropped as she watched the mice march in front of her, blocking her way to the controls. That was it. Her one chance. Gone, just because she was too useless to move even a few inches….

One of the mice looked up at her. Looked into her crying eyes, and nodded. She didn’t say a word. She just nodded her head, and then whistled.

In an instant, mice gathered around the controls. One tapped a button, and with a hiss of steam, Jenna heard the glass door seal shut. A few dozen mice slowly rolled Katie away from the machine, and brought the tablet to her to keep her from destroying anything else for the time being.

Jenna watched, in utter shock, as the mice helped with the plan. And she saw, in an instant, the fury that suddenly filled Porkette as she realized what was happening. Her face went red. Her eyes went bloodshot. Jenna could practically picture Porkette breathing fire with how she looked at each of the mice, her fists banging on the glass doors.

“YOU DISPOSABLE RATS! OPEN THIS DOOR!” she roared, the glass shaking from the sound.

And with that, the mice looked between eachother. It was as if they all silently communicated with one another, knowing exactly what each one thought. Jenna found it fascinating.

Finally, they all seemed to come to a conclusion.

They all reached over one another to tap various buttons on the panel.

Porkette waited, assuming they’d see reason and open the door. Jenna noticed, however, as the tubes in each of the girls’ muzzles disconnected, one by one. They retracted, quickly slinking back towards the machine, disappearing inside panels along the hulking mechanisms.

Then, a noise came from inside the glass chamber. Porkette looked around frantically, trying to figure out what it was.

The mice handled the controls as if they used them every day. Slowly, panels opened along the walls inside the glass chamber. From them, robotic arms flew out rapidly, grabbing Porkette by the wrists and ankles.

Despite everything, Megan suddenly perked up, seeming to panic as she watched Porkette snatched up by the machine. She tried to throw her weight around, reaching out desperately to the mice to pull them off the controls, but it was no use.

Porkette screamed and thrashed about against the restraints, but could do nothing to overpower them. Finally, she looked around as tubes slowly began to push through the open panels. She barely moved. She was terrified of what would come next.

A long few seconds passed, before finally, Porkette opened her mouth to scream. That was where it all started. A tube immediately shot into her mouth. Immediately, the batter churned through the tube, and began pouring down her gullet. Her throat bulged, and Jenna watched as, within seconds, Porkette’s stomach bloated. The pig opened her mouth more, trying to get a cry out. The mice pressed another button. A second tube shot into her mouth. Her cheeks puffed. More batter. More gurgling and churning.

Porkette whimpered, but didn’t dare open her mouth again. But that wasn’t going to stop the flow now. Her bodysuit creaked as it quickly went from a perfect fit to a tight squeeze. The fabric stretched then. Then, splits opened, and the bloating pig whined as she felt bulges of her stomach ooze through the open tears.

She looked down at her bloating stomach as it swelled to the size of a yoga ball. She almost seemed to wonder how much she’d be able to take, before she winced. Gurgling and bubbles filled the chamber, and Porkette felt burps in her throat be forced back down by the flow of the batter.

Just as she had designed, the tautness of her stomach softened and gave some relief, just for fat to suddenly pile onto her hips and ass, then her tits followed after. Her figure suddenly widened and ballooned, and the pig gave a muffled scream. She bucked yet again, filled with new vigor as she tried to kick her legs and squirm. However, between her ass swelling behind her and the way she bent over to try and free herself, the jumpsuit split open across her ass, and her face went red.

A few of the mice smiled to eachother, and Jenna watched, unable to look away, as they sent another tube towards the pig, Porkette yelping as it went straight up her ass. Her thighs jiggled from the impact, and Porkette’s back arched as her stomach seemed to swell even faster, fat piling on her quicker and quicker.

She gave another pull, and kicked her legs out again. As the lips of her sex grew plump, a defined cameltoe began to quickly form, before at last, the suit’s fabric split between her legs.

Another tube shot from the wall, and Porkette moaned lewdly as it pushed between the plump lips of her sex. She whimpered as her fate became clear. She shot a damning glare through the glass door. It was clear that she wanted to see every last one of them burn now. She hardly even seemed to notice Megan’s concerned face. All she could see was red. She was filled with a fury like no other, and she locked her gaze onto Jenna.

The doe shuddered. She could vividly imagine Porkette wringing her neck out if she had her way. Unfortunately… Porkette suddenly wasn’t having her way anymore.

Porkette leaned forward, as if convinced she could grab Jenna from the glass. However, that only let the mice shoot another tube from the wall, straight into her ass. Porkette gave a muffled scream as the bodysuit began to split around her. She ballooned, both bloated and covered in rapidly-piling blubber. Her hips touched the sides of the small chamber. She was bigger than ever now, and swelling at a rapid rate. Her face was red, and sweat trickled down her from the strained efforts to keep thrashing and desperately trying to escape.

Another tube between her legs. As she cried out, another in her mouth.

The mice were merciless. It was as if all the hatred that they had managed to hide for all these years was suddenly allowed to escape. Finally bubbling to the surface. And they weren’t about to waste their opportunity to see revenge at last.

A few dozen mice slowly came over to Jenna. Instinctively, she tried to move away from them, but realized that she couldn’t even if she wanted to.

Luckily, the mice didn’t harm her. They reached out, and, all together, managed to slowly hoist her up. Carefully, they carried her towards the glass door.

Porkette’s fattened face was pressed up against the glass now, her own body keeping her from being able to move an inch, completely packed into the glass chamber. She whimpered through the tubes in her mouth as she pathetically glanced up towards the massive doe, as if holding onto the last thread of hope that she’d take mercy on her.

As the mice settled her in front of the glass door, Jenna couldn’t help but smile. After everything she’d been through, the guilt and uncertainty finally gave away for a moment to give her the briefest second of satisfaction, and she smiled, completely unburdened. Well, for the most part, anyway.

“I win.” Jenna said simply to the pig. It was true. After everything, she’d won the tour.

Porkette’s lip quivered, and she opened her mouth as wide as she could to scream, though it seemed that only gave room for one extra tube to quickly cram in, and Jenna heard a wet gurgle as her throat was overfilled all over again.

As Porkette began to fill every inch of the small chamber, Jenna couldn’t tell which was louder. The groaning of the overfilled-machine, or the gurgling and churning of the inflating pig inside it.

Jenna gasped, though, as she heard the machine suddenly rumble and creak. It wouldn’t last forever. The mice at the controls couldn’t seem to get the door open, so Porkette was stuck in there like that. Until the machine couldn’t hold her anymore, at least.

The mice took the controls, and slowed the flow. They looked at Jenna. It was her last chance to speak up. If they went any further, the machine would be destroyed.

Jenna looked at the machine-filling pig, then to her desperately-wobbling daughter trying to help her.

Jenna took a deep breath, and looked at the mice.

She smiled, and shook her head.

The mice nodded, and immediately threw the controls back to max. They pulled the levers as far as they could be yanked, jamming a few of them, and the flow of the tubes seemed to grow even more relentless.

An immediate creaking and gurgling rumbled from the glass chamber as Porkette let out a desperate, burping whimper. Megan tried to throw herself at Jenna, muffled screams as she spouted curses that Jenna couldn’t understand from the pig’s current state.

She thanked the mice as they shakily hoisted her up, moving her away from the machine as fast as they could as it began to bulge and bend outwards. The muffled cries of Porkette were drowned out more and more by the sounds of the machine crying out for mercy, filled past its limits by the porky blimp inside it.

The mice did their part to evacuate Megan and Jenna away from the machine, even despite Megan’s screaming and desperate attempts to flail her bloated limbs.

Porkette’s eyes rolled inside the machine as the glass cracked against her and the metal groaned all around. She couldn’t take it anymore. It was too much.

And yet, infuriatingly, the batter seemed to keep her with just enough room for her to always be able to handle more.

At long last, she experienced what it had been like for all these girls to guzzle this disgusting lard down all this time.

With the metal creaking and twisting, at long last, the machine began to give.

Pops of lights and the crunching of mechanisms rumbled through the massive chamber under the factory. Jenna winced and tried to shield herself from the sparks that flew as she watched Porkette’s hips begin to burst from the exploding panels of the machine. She watched the tube-filled pig grow through the rubble as the machine fell to pieces around her, crumbling off of her as she swelled and swelled, the rapidly-growing pig moaning in agony.

Finally, as most of the machine fell to wreckage, the tubes were yanked out of the blimp of a pig unceremoniously, falling aside and sputtering the batter everywhere as they dropped. Porkette made an effort to move, but it was practically laughable. She was enormous. Covered in an impossible amount of blubber and fat that rendered her utterly immobile. And, worst of all, she sobbed as her stomach growled with hunger. She was full of nothing but highly-digestive compounds, and despite being gorged into an utter abomination, she felt hungrier than she thought possible.

Then, Jenna’s heart dropped. She watched the supports of the towering machine give away one by one. Then, the loudest groaning she’d ever heard. She looked up, and watched as the hundred-ton metal funnel began to rock on what few supports yet remained. Slowly, it began to lower inch by inch as they gave way.

As the giant metal beams began to buckle and bend, Porkette looked up. The metal groaned as the enormous funnel descended towards her. With a deafening scream, she tried to rock herself out of the machine’s wreckage, only for her open mouth to be met with the very tip of the funnel. She gasped as she felt it settle between her plump lips, and desperately shook her head, as if the inanimate funnel would take more mercy on her than any of the mice or tourists.

But it was far too late for that. She felt as every piece of food fell into the titanic funnel. It sat heavily in her mouth, and she whimpered as she felt the food slide down into her wide-open maw. Her cheeks puffed. Her throat began to bulge and overfill.

Jenna was all but mesmerized. Porkette’s hooves twitched at the sensation of the gurgling bubbles inside her body. As the food began to pour into the highly-digestive solution inside her, it was the perfect match. Porkette’s eyes rolled back as she could do nothing but helplessly guzzle down whatever food fell into her open maw, her enormous legs kicking desperately, barely moving an inch in the rubble below. Rapidly, her body ballooned outwards. Her ass began to envelope and bury the wreckage of the machine more and more. Her stomach surged outwards, and the girls had to be moved away just to keep from getting caught under the growing black hole that Porkette was becoming.

Megan merely sobbed, horrified at what they were turning her mother into. Jenna found herself not feeling much pity for either of them, though. It was as if she had no more guilt to spare. She’d spent it all already. What was happening here… it was deserved.

Jenna barely noticed as the mice held up a walkie-talkie to her. She looked over curiously. She never quite understood how the mice used these when most of them couldn’t talk. Was it just to receive orders from Porkette across the factory?

Suddenly, it clicked into Jenna’s mind what they were asking her to do. She leaned down to it as best she could, smiling.

“All departments?” she spoke into it carefully. “Go ahead and feel free to empty out all excess~.”

Three days later.

Rose took a deep breath, fanning herself. This was it. This was her big moment! Her first proper, real segment that everyone would be tuned in for! Sure, the few times she’d gotten to do the weather forecast or a live reporting of a major accident on the freeway had been exciting, but this was something that everyone would be tuned in for!

“You still breathing over there?” came a nasally voice and a chuckle.

Rose looked up to the hedgehog across from her in the van. Jake could always see right through her.

She cracked a smile and snorted. “Is it really that easy to tell?”

Jake stopped polishing the lens of the camera, thought for a moment, and nodded. “Well, I am talking to the woman who threw up the first time she was on forecast duty.”

Rose’s face went bright red. The pigeon did everything in her power to forget that, and she covered her face immediately. “Oh my god, please, can we just never talk about that again?”

Jake cracked up at that. “Sure, sure. Never again.” he lied through his teeth.

Rose looked up at him finally, cocking a brow. “How come you’re not nervous? Have you really gotten to do something like this before?”

The hedgehog just shrugged. “Well, being behind the camera helps the ol’ nerves. Plus, I don’t really see what the big deal about this story is? Just some psychopath business owner, right?”

Rose’s beak fell open in disbelief. “The big deal?! A reputable business owner turned out to be some slasher-movie-inspired deathtrap architect, and you don’t think that’s a big deal?!”

Jake just shrugged again. “Just don’t see the big deal. Not like anyone actually died.”

Rose rolled her eyes. Maybe it was just part of seeing breaking news every day, but Jake was so dulled to anything impressive. He had the most boring reactions to just about anything she could imagine.

“And, might I remind you that we’re getting to interview Jenna Porkette herself!”

Rose hoped that at least that would get some sort of rise out of Jake, but she’d never get to know, since right then, the van stopped, and the back door opened up.

Rose could hear the gruff voice from the driver’s seat speak up. “Alright you two, we’re here!”

The announcement was hardly necessary with as loud as the crowds were. The second the backdoors opened, Jake and Rose could immediately hear the commotion of the several-thousand people packed around the gates of the factory.

“Oh, God…. Getting past everyone is gonna be a nightmare.” Jake huffed.

Rose stood up straight. Maybe he was right, but she wasn’t about to squander an opportunity like this. She shoved the massive camera into Jake’s hands, and marched forward.

“Get your machete. We’re going into the jungle.” she declared, chin held high.

The further they delved into the crowds, the more dense they became. The sea of various animals was practically feral in their efforts to ask questions about the whole situation.

The ground wasn’t the only thing packed by the crowd. Helicopters filled the sky over the factory, at least thirty or so right above, with hundreds circling the perimeter. Some were news choppers, but most were police. A couple here and there had the Porkette’s logo on them.

Luckily, once they finally reached the stage in front of the factory’s grand doors, security helped separate them from the rest of the crowd. Rose was thankful that the mice who met them seemed to notice what news team they were with and let them pass with silent nods. Once they reached the stage, Jake started setting up the equipment, and Rose went through her notes one last time, just to make sure she remembered every question properly. She gave one last effort to hype herself up.

“Alright, Rose, you got this.”

“Yeah, Rose, as long as you don’t slur your words and mess up the whole thing.”

“Jake!” she snapped at the hedgehog leaning over her shoulder.

He just snickered, and got back to setting up.

Just then, they both stopped in their tracks. The ground rumbled. The massive doors suddenly shook on the factory. For a moment, the crowd closest to the stage went quiet.

After a few long moments, the doors burst open, and a massive, gelatinous gut was the first thing to emerge from the factory.

Rose merely looked up at the sun-eclipsing figure that was carried out. In what looked like a stretched-out, ill-fitting showgirl’s uniform, the doe in charge was carried out by a small legion of jumpsuit-clad mice.

She was… massive. The biggest deer Rose had ever seen.

Probably the biggest animal Rose had ever seen.

The pigeon swallowed nervously. She had been warned that Jenna was a bit on the larger side, yes, but…

Well, no amount of warning could have prepared her for this.

With a bit of effort, the mice below her tried to adjust themselves as she was carried onto the wooden stage, which creaked as soon as she was brought aboard. Finally, the mice tried to figure out how to gently settle her down.

Jenna let out a thunderous belch as soon as the mice put her down, and she groaned, trying to reach to rub the side of her stomach for a moment, before she cleared her throat.

“Sorry about that, bit of a bumpy ride! Oh, don’t you look lovely? Sorry I’m not in quite as presentable of shape~!” Jenna apologized with a smile and a bit of redness to her cheeks.

Rose merely blushed, and shakily nodded for Jake to turn the camera on, before turning her attention back to the enormous doe.“I-It’s fine, r-really!” Rose stammered. With a deep breath, she stood up straight, and wore a smile over her nervous face. “S-So, do you mind if we begin the interview?”

Jenna just gave a smile. “Not at all!”

Rose nodded. “A-Alright. Well, Miss Porkette–”

Jenna chuckled. “Please, call me Jenna.”

Rose stumbled over herself, nodding again. “O-Of course! Miss… Jenna. For a long time now, there have been rumours that the several tours that Porkette’s Feast Factory have hosted have all been cursed, due to almost all of the tourists going missing. However, it’s being said that you’ve found the previous tour group alive and well. Is this true?”

Jenna just smiled. “Well, see for yourself.” She gestured over herself as best she could, raising a hand towards the side of the factory.

Rose tried to lean to look, and gestured for Jake to follow suit with the camera.

To the left of the factory, a massive hole had been bored into the wall, surrounded by ambulances, police vehicles, and firetrucks.

Rose watched as ropes and manpower were used to roll giant gelatinous masses out of the factory one by one. She was about to ask what they were, before her face went white as she saw tiny hands, feet, and heads wriggling helplessly amidst all of the heavy blubber. Those were… people?

Jenna even waved to each of the massive, rolling victims. She offered a sad smile and a long wave to the last one, one of the largest of all. From the patterns she was covered in, Rose could tell she was a giraffe, but the shape of her certainly no longer resembled one.

She leaned back to Jake, trying to calm herself and gather her thoughts.

“Don’t zoom in too much. Don’t forget, we’re live, and they’re all naked.” she reminded him quickly, before leaning back to Jenna.

“S-So, that’s them?”

“Mhm~! While I can’t say they’re all the way they were when they first entered the factory, they’re certainly still alive and very much here!”

Rose cleared her throat awkwardly. “I can… certainly see that.”

With one last awkward glance back to Jake, and a shrug from him in return, she took a deep breath, and moved onto the next question. “W-Well, it’s now well-known that you’ve won the tour, and are now the new head of Porkette’s Feast Factory! First of all, congratulations, of course! It must have been a lot of stress, seeing that the tour had… darker intentions than was advertised.”

Jenna gave a polite bow of her head. “Thank you very much.” she replied plainly, not commenting on the tour’s purpose.

“What about the others from the tour? Do you feel closer to them as a result of everything you all went through together?”

“Oh, absolutely, yes! We’ve all grown from the experience, and we’ve become so much closer as a result. In fact, I’ve actually asked them all to co-lead the factory with me. Between the charm, wisdom, and business-smarts in that group, I couldn’t possibly ask for better business partners!”

Rose’s brows raised. “Oh, are they here in the factory? Do you think we could interview them as well?”

Jenna gave a polite smile, but shook her head. “I’m afraid not. They’re all terribly busy at the moment. I’m afraid the company’s changing of hands has made for a great deal of work for all of them.”

The pigeon smiled in return. “I can imagine! Well, on that note, what do you think the company’s goals will be moving forward now that you’re in charge, Miss–... Jenna?”

Jenna thought for a moment, clicking her tongue. “Well, I’m well-aware that this whole ordeal has left an unfortunate stain on Porkette’s as a brand, but we’re going to work hard to relieve that stain and work towards a brighter future for the company. We intend to uphold everything that everyone loves about Porkette’s, and try to leave behind what should stay in the past!”

Rose cocked her head. “Uphold what everyone loves? In your opinion, what would you say that is, Jenna?”

The doe offered a warm smile in return. “Why, mouthwateringly-delicious food, of course!” she chimed delightfully.

Rose couldn’t help but feel slightly unnerved by the constant smile that Jenna wore, but she decided it best not to comment. Besides, she had more questions to ask.

However, as she opened her mouth, a voice cried out from the crowd that caught their attention.

“Jenna! Jenna!”

Jenna’s eyes widened, and she looked out to the sea of faces. “Mom…?” she asked, practically in disbelief.

The deer woman practically pulled the mice off of her one by one, tossing them back into the crowds, not about to let security hold her back for a second longer.

As soon as she reached the stage, however, her eyes went misty with tears.“No… w-what… happened to you…?” she asked, her voice cracking as she started to sob, almost falling to her knees at the sight.

Jenna huffed, rolling her eyes. “Hello to you too, mother.” she sighed.

Mary almost seemed caught off guard by her daughter’s venomous tone, and she shot a scowl at the girl. “I warned you! I told you that this was a bad idea! And you didn’t listen! And now look at you!” she cried, pulling at her hair as she cried and grit her teeth.

“She ruined my Jenna!” she screamed, pounding on the stage.

Jenna winced, suddenly feeling uncomfortable in front of the camera thanks to her mother’s cruel comments.

Mary straightened out, taking a shaky breath. “Get in the car, Jenna. We’re getting you back to your studies. Now.”

Jenna cleared her throat, and put on a smile. “No.” she said plainly.

Mary cocked a brow. “Excuse me?”

Jenna snickered. “Not sure if you’ve heard, but I now own one of the biggest brands in the world. Quite simply, I make more than any engineer ever could. So no. No thank you~. No more studying. No more judgement. No more of you~.”

Mary’s face twisted into rage as it bubbled to the surface rapidly. She grit her teeth, and threw herself towards the stage. “Jenna, I am your mother! Now stop being such a brat and–”

Jenna rolled her eyes. She’d heard enough. Before her mother could march up the stairs, she snapped her fingers. “Security, please.”

Within seconds, mice swarmed her. Her intrusion was over. They pulled her away from the stage, and the crowd parted and looked at her like she was mad as she flailed about and reached wildly towards the stage as she was dragged away.

“Jenna! Tell them to get off me!” she screamed, kicking at the mice who pulled her. “JENNA!”

Jenna gave a deep sigh, before turning back to Rose with a smile. “I am so sorry about that, and even more sorry that I must cut this interview short! If you have any other questions, my trusted associate here should be able to answer all of them for you! But I must be on my way! Busy, busy!” she said with a wink towards the camera.

“W-Wait, but–” Rose tried to stop her from leaving, but she was practically knocked back as she ran face-first into the doe’s massive hip right as she was hoisted up by her legion of mice, who marched her from the stage, and carried her through the open doors.

Rose huffed in disappointment as the doors were closed. She only got half of the time she was promised.

She glanced over to the associate she was left with. Another mouse in a jumpsuit. She rolled her eyes, and decided it was better than nothing.

“Well, ma’am, what do you think of the stricter safety regulations in the factory that the public is demanding? And how do you think the factory will recoup from so many repair fees?” Rose asked, kneeling down to hold the microphone out to the mouse.

She waited patiently for a response. But… nothing. The mouse just blinked at her, staring blankly.

Rose sighed. “Just cut to commercial.” she said over her shoulder, before standing back up.

Jake put the camera down with a small laugh. “So, was the interview everything you’d hoped for?” he teased.

Rose ran a hand through her hair, pinching the bridge of her beak. “I just don’t even know why I try anymore. Business owners are… so… eccentric….”

The pigeon’s words trailed and the microphone dropped from her hand as she looked up to the sky as it grew dark. Despite being the middle of the day, it slowly became as dark as night as a shadow slowly grew over the factory.

The gurgling mass that hung over the factory hardly looked like a person. It couldn’t be a person.

And yet, Rose knew that it was. She knew from the pink skin, and the tiny, tiny curly tail that she could just barely see hanging from the end of it, that it was Miss Penny Porkette herself.

She shuddered. What… happened to her?

She was being hoisted from the factory’s back court by the cables of almost a hundred military-grade helicopters. The helicopters seemed to sway in the air from the mass below them, and the crowd gasped and watched, almost seeming to hold their breath to see if the choppers would even be able to stay in the air.

Rose clenched her fists.

“We need an interview with her!” Rose said, turning quickly to Jake.

“Her?? You’re saying that that’s actually a–”

“Yes! We need to find out where they’re taking her to!”

Rose didn’t even bother retrieving the microphone as she ran over to a pair of police officers watching the impossible display for themselves, shaking their heads in disbelief.

“Excuse me! Officers?” Rose called. They both turned towards her. The smaller of the two was a doberman, and the other was a bull. Both of them regarded the small pigeon with their arms crossed and a brow raised.

“Do you know where they’re taking her from here?” she asked with a gesture to the pink eclipse over them, out of breath from how fast she’d bolted off the stage.

The doberman shrugged. “Ain’t a prison in the world that she’d fit in at this point. Maybe to some deserted island?”

The bull snorted. “Hah! You kidding? At this point, they can just use her as the island!”

Both of them seemed to find that particularly hilarious, as they both fell into a fit of laughter, leaving Rose standing there without any helpful answer.

Annoyed, she huffed and turned to leave. If no one was going to help her, she’d find answers on her own.

Even if it’s the last thing I do, I will get an interview with that pig!

Jenna sighed in relief as the large doors were closed behind her, the crowd finally out of view. And more importantly, she was finally out of their view.

As ironic as it seemed, the factory’s walls made her feel so safe now. Her own kingdom, where no one judged her. The only ones here were the mice, who were utterly loyal to her, and she was grateful to them for it.

Well, they weren’t the only ones here.

Jenna settled into her own heavy blubber as she was carried. Appearing in public when she looked like this was always so embarrassing. She could tell from the way that newswoman looked at her that she must have seen her as some sort of monster.

Jenna shook her head. When she felt like this, there was always one thing that made her feel better. One thing that always cheered her up without fail.

The new extra-large elevator was hardly finished, but at least it was functional now. Which was good. Jenna felt awful about how many mice had passed out carrying her up and down the flights of stairs over the last couple days.

As the doors of the elevator drew open, she took a deep breath, and gave a large, genuine smile.

“Good afternoon, girls!” she chimed to them all.

The large underground chamber was no longer a dark, hidden thing. Jenna had made sure that it was painted, furnished, and illuminated. It was like some sort of decadent palace chamber now, and in Jenna’s personal opinion, it was the most lovely spot in the whole factory. Her own personal paradise, with all of her dearest friends.

Mice workers walked through by the hundreds, either to enjoy a rest in the lavish room, or to take care of the “advisors”.

Truth be told, most would have seen them and thought them more as cattle than any sort of business advisor. But Jenna knew they weren’t entirely mindless.

The machine was never repaired. Repairing such a strange device seemed impossible, and truth be told, Jenna hardly cared to even try. The rubble was cleared, and in its place, a new machine was built. It served the same primary purpose. To hold the factory’s excess. Except, now, it was no longer transformed into some digestible sludge. It was separated and held, so that each of Jenna’s beloved friends each got their favourite.

The mice carried the massive doe towards the first stop. The colossal, churning berry that filled the entire corner of the room. Olivia had grown so massive that nothing could be kept around her at this point. Taking her to any sort of juicing equipment had become impossible, so instead, they’d built the equipment around her.

However, Jenna had made sure that Olivia got to enjoy the best of the best. Rather than the uncomfortable juicing presses that the factory had once used to keep any berry-afflicted individuals stable, Olivia was lowered onto two rounded juicing poles. The things were massive, and Jenna couldn’t help but bite her lip at how even the enormous berry rabbit had trouble fitting them inside her. The gigantic blueberry made the factory’s foundation quake as her body twitched and writhed as a press pushed her down onto the poles, one spreading her ass around it, and one pushed deep into her plump sex.

A mouse moved towards the controls, and flicked a switch. Slowly, the poles began to shudder and vibrate, and Jenna’s eyes rolled as she heard the muffled, echoing moan come from wherever the rabbit’s head was buried.

Jenna all but drooled as juice poured from Olivia, spurting from her enormous nipples and gushing from where the juicing rods plunged into her, filling the drains around her that stored all the juice that spilled. Tests had shown that Olivia produced a blueberry flavour that outmatched anything else that the factory could produce, making her one of the factory’s most valuable assets. So Jenna was sure to take exceptional care of her.

“Good girl, Olivia! You’re doing great today! Double the average output!” she called up to her. All she got was a rumbling rocking of her body from side to side, and a muffled cry in return. Jenna smiled. She was pretty sure she understood that.

Next stop was her troublesome pair. The mice carried her to the large glass terrarium built along the wall. Jenna gave a thumbs up, and the mice pressed a button to open a large glass door for her to be carried inside.

She smiled as she was brought to the massive, jiggling mountains that were Haley and Josie.

Haley was squished against Josie’s body, trying desperately to reach out with her fat, useless arms as Josie mockingly slurped down the large glob of slime in her mouth, licking her lips.

“Nngh! G-Greedy… huff… f-fox! K-Keep… BRUUUOORRP! …k-keep eatin’ them all!” Haley groaned.

Josie glared at her, reaching a chubby hand out to push on Haley’s packed stomach, making it gurgle so much that it sounded like it might pop. A loud belch burst from Haley’s lips once more.

“Y-You’re so–UUUOORRRP!–fat already! You should… huff… lay off for a day! Nnfh…”

They both groaned and burped constantly in discomfort, packed so full of slime at all hours of the day that their bodies were stretched and bloated around the clock. And Jenna made sure they were supplied with enough slime to always stay so.

In the last few days, the mines had enjoyed an all-time low of slime stampedes.

Both of the slime-blimped girls wore stretched, massive bikinis that only barely clung to their enormous bodies. The only way to keep slime from filling a hole was to hide it, so Jenna made sure they were covered up so as to prevent them from taking more than they could handle.

After all, they could get a bit… competitive.

“Now, girls. How many times do I have to remind you two to play nice?”

“Shut up, br–OOUUURP!–at!” Josie snapped.

“We want MORE!” Haley demanded, jiggling her body in a spoiled tantrum.

Jenna clicked her tongue like a disapproving parent. “Tssk tssk, is that any way for good pets to behave~?”

“Nnngh… MORE!” they both demanded, shoving their blubbery bodies against eachother, as if still trying to prove which amongst them was the “rightful queen”.

Jenna sighed, and gave a small smirk. She was carried behind them, reaching up to tease her fingers between the fat legs of the girls as they squished their bodies against eachother. Finding the stretched strings of the bikini bottoms, she pulled them aside, removing the girls’ layer of defense from the slimes they seemed to crave so badly.

“Very well, girls. Then enjoy~!” Jenna chimed as she had the mice carry her from the glass chamber, the door closed behind her. She nodded to the mice, and the shafts above opened. In poured the endless flood of slimes that the girls were waiting for.

Jenna’s eyes rolled in delight as she was carried away. She could hear the gluttonous, squelching noises of the slimes filling those two cows. She practically shuddered at the thought of what sight she’d come back to.

The mice brought Jenna towards the blue-feathered balloon that sat in the corner. Several mice brought over massive carts of unhealthy, greasy, fattening food that had been pulled from the machine and turned into a feast for the enormous Katie. The bird laid there, roughly the size of a small house, burping and groaning, before opening her beak as she awaited her quarter-hourly gorging.

“And how’s the internet-star~?” Jenna purred as she looked over the immense bird. Jenna couldn’t help but smile as she saw the stretched out star tattoo on Katie’s stomach. She wasn’t sure why, but she took an immense amount of joy in seeing that star stretched bigger and bigger as the days went by.

The gluttonous bluebird hardly gave a response past a burp and an indulgent moan. Katie seemed far too distracted to offer anything more. She had a computer screen hanging in front of her fat face that was controlled for her by the mice. As she awaited with her beak open, she giggled with glee.

Curious, Jenna leaned over to try and see what Katie was looking at.

Of course, it was the same thing as always. The newest pictures of herself that had been posted online. The adoring comments from the dark web about how much they couldn’t get enough of her body, and how they wanted her to get even bigger.

Even just seeing those comments seemed to make her hold her beak open with desperation, eager for more.

Jenna chuckled, and looked at the mice pushing the carts. “Girls, give her double her usual feeding this time. She seems to be a bit hungry for attention.”

She turned back to Katie, and shot her a wink. “Then after that, I’ll let you and Camille have your alone time.”

Katie’s eyes rolled, and she gave a shameless moan at the thought. She didn’t actually get a word out past the pizza and hotdogs being shoved down her throat, but Jenna could tell she approved.

Finally, the mice brought Jenna towards the last stop in the chamber. The ex-cheetah ex-athlete sat heavily on the floor, her blubber spilling out in all directions as she gorged on what the mice brought her.

“And of course, my favourite cow~... Enjoying your little snack, Camille?” Jenna purred thoughtfully.

Camille gave a gluttonous, throat-filled groan, burping lazily as a mouse slid a whole pie past her messy maw, her cow tail flicking behind her.

Jenna giggled. It was always so fun watching the girl who’d once been such a picky eater now gorge herself on whatever was put in front of her.

As the mice stepped in front of Jenna to begin putting the milking equipment on Camille, Jenna finally realized how swollen Camille’s breasts had grown since this morning.

Jenna smiled, waving the mice away to take off the equipment.

“No no, I’ll take this one~...” she purred.

The mice looked at eachother, but shrugged, and did as they were told.

Jenna was slowly set down in front of the groaning, sloshing cow. She bit her lip as she looked at Camille’s shameless indulgence, before reaching out, working her massive, bloated nipples in a milking motion, and putting her lips over it.

She worked between the two breasts expertly. She’d become quite the skilled hand with her favourite cattle. The only thing she still wasn’t great with was the udder. Luckily, she had a trusted professional handling that.

As Camille whimpered and bucked, her body shuddered as she felt Jenna’s warm tongue lick across the twitching nipple, and Jenna’s eyes went wide as she gushed all over her, filling her throat from the nipple in her mouth and spilling milk all over her outfit from the other nipple in her hand.

Jenna heard her outfit stretch and a few threads pop as her stomach filled with the milk, and her eyes rolled.

After a few seconds, the flow finally stopped, and Camille’s breasts felt ever slightly less taut, the cow mooing and moaning from the release.

Jenna shook the milk from her tight outfit, shaking her head. “Wow, I forgot just how much you can put out now! Alright, give her the equipment, I think I’ve had my fill.” she laughed.

As the mice slowly picked her up, she leaned forward to look at Camille’s face, and giggled. “You better stop filling me with so much! I’m gonna start looking like Megan soon~...” she joked.

Despite the mindless state that Camille seemed to be in most of the day, she seemed to at least understand that, and slowly lifted her head up at the mention of Megan. “Is… she… nngh… bigger than me still?”

Jenna nodded, biting her lip. “Oh yes~. You’ve made sure of that.” she said with a wink.

At that, Camille gave a lazy smile, and settled back down, opening her mouth for more food. That was all she needed to hear.

As the mice carried Jenna away from Camille, they stepped onto a platform in the floor. One of the mice moved towards a small control panel that stuck out of the ground, and pressed a button.

With a hiss of steam, the platform slowly descended into the ground. As the large chamber above disappeared from view, Jenna and the mice descended into a different room entirely. Covered from wall to wall in steel mechanisms and equipment, it was distinctly more factory-like than most other places in the factory.

At the top of the room, the ceiling was missing a panel right below where Camille sat, so that her heavy, bloated udder could hang freely.

And right below it, the room’s main attraction: the enormous, swollen pink blimp that drank and drank from it, creaking and groaning. At this point, she was starting to catch up to Olivia in both size and taut roundness.

Equipment laid all around her. Various hoses, used nozzles, and milking equipment in case Megan’s own breasts began to grow too full as well.

She sat heavily on a platform that kept the near-spherical pig steady. She could rock herself a bit, but that was about all. Unlike Olivia, though, she had nothing below her to indulge any aching desire that gnawed at her.

Well, she had a tube up her ass, but that was just to fill her with some of the Blubber Batter that the factory had saved. It only filled her every once in a while in case her body started to reach too high of a pressure.

As the platform finally reached its destination, Jenna took a moment to enjoy the sight. Her favourite pet of all. Her mouth practically watered, and a shudder of bliss passed through her.

“Guess who’s back~?” she chimed playfully.

“Hnnfh… mnnfh…”

While Megan had gotten better at being able to speak through her swollen lips, she couldn’t offer any response with the bloated teats of a giant udder filling her mouth. All she could do was whimper. Jenna glanced at the monitors, and could tell she was getting pretty taut. She’d need some pressure relief soon.

“Oh, don’t be so grumpy~. You’re the one who insisted that the factory should look more like a factory, remember?” Jenna teased, reaching out to poke the side of Megan’s ballooned ass, giggling as it creaked and sloshed like an overfilled waterballoon.

Megan only groaned in response as more milk poured down her bulging throat, her stomach gurgling and churning loudly.

Jenna sighed, rolling her eyes. “Oh, you’re so dramatic~. Fine, but only because you’ve been good~....” she purred in response to whatever Megan had tried to mutter.

The mice brought Jenna around Megan, and placed her right before her. Jenna looked around her, seeing Megan’s tiny, twitching hooves lost in the vast pink balloon that engulfed them.

She smiled, and looked in front of her at Megan’s massive, dripping, swollen pussy. It was so bloated at this point that the lips looked like balloons of their own, and it was so massive that it somehow forced the pig’s bloated legs apart even more.

Sticky excitement dripped from Megan onto Jenna’s breasts as she leaned forward, and the huge doe teased a finger along the tight slit, feeling how the entire room rumbled and quaked as a near-orgasmic twitch passed through the pig’s massive body.

Jenna bit her lip. “So, Megan.... Was it all worth it~?” she asked softly, before leaning forward to tend to her cattle.

And ever since then, I’ve been in charge of the factory! I’m so glad I got to share this little story. It’s been so fun revisiting the memories~....