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[b][u][center]The Boss’s Sow

Part 9

For Foogo

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Sallie didn’t know how to feel when she woke up and still felt all…jiggly. Her stomach no longer hurt, which was a plus, but she hadn’t expected it to feel as round and displaced as it had been. Even though she knew for a fact that it wasn’t a distended mess, she didn’t want to look down just in case she was wrong on that count. She wanted to pretend that it was still just as tight and normal as it had been for the last few years.

[i]Even though you enjoyed having those greasy hands all over you last night?[/i]

That horrible part of her that remembered how greasy the boar’s hands had been and compared them to Philip’s still bothered her. She wanted this to be their thing, not something that the boar intruded on like he did on everything else. Yet, at the same time, there had been no denying that he had felt like the big, horrible, slobby pig that she was trying to escape.

That wouldn’t have been that bad, really, except that had been what made her enjoy the feeding. That was worse, in some ways. In many ways. In all the ways.

[i]Why did thinking of him make me cum?[/i]

That was the question without a good answer, and Sallie was doing her best to avoid letting that come up with a bad answer.

Finally, as the sun started streaming into the room and demanding that she stop pretending that she was asleep, she sat up. She felt the jiggles on her belly, and she grumbled as she managed to get herself upright. She felt like it shouldn’t have been that hard to get into that position, and she finally looked down.

She had a gut.

Just a gut, but it was still more than twice what she’d had the night before, and more than she’d had for years leading up to that point. All the food funneled down her throat must have started doing what she wanted it to.

[i]If I get fat, he won’t want me, right?[/i]

That was the whole point of the exercise, but she had no idea if that was right. She hoped she was, but…

But what if she wasn’t?

What if she was wrong?

What if he wanted her more?

Defeatist as the thoughts were, it was hard not to imagine them as truth. What if she did all this and just put herself further into his clutches, making herself so fat that nobody else would want her after that? Not even Philip?

After all, her boyfriend already didn’t want her that much due to all the stink that the boar had left on her. What if she lost her looks, too? No amount of perfume would cover that, and neither of them could afford for her to get plastic surgery.

[i]He said that he’d be okay with this. That means that he has to be okay with it. All I have to do is get enough weight that the boar isn’t interested anymore, and then I can start losing it again after. That’s all I have to do.[/i]

After all, she had maintained her weight for a long time. She could start losing it if she really had to.

Philip stirred as she dragged her legs to the side. He groaned behind her, then slowly reached out for her. He touched her hand, and she squeezed his.

“You want breakfast?” he asked.

“Um…”

“Huh?” He lifted his head, then blushed. “Oh. Oh, right. We did that last night.”

“Yeah, we, um, we did.”

“…Are you still full?”

“Do you want me to be?”

“Well, no, but…but you said…”

He wasn’t getting a feeder fetish, that was good. She didn’t have to worry about him wanting her to be fat at the end of this. He would help her lose all the weight that she gained. That was something. That was a big thing.

Even so, she was still embarrassed that he was asking her about having more food. By all rights, she shouldn’t want to eat for another three days after all those calories had been shoved down her throat. At the same time, she had to admit that there was something resembling hunger down in her stomach.

She rubbed the back of her head. It was humiliating, but she did want breakfast.

“If you don’t mind?”

“I’ll get some stuff started.”

“Much as you can.”

“If you say so.”

“I’ll just shower first.”

“But you showered last night?”

She had. That was entirely right, but she still felt so greasy that it felt like she hadn’t done anything of the sort. She looked down at her stomach, and then back at him. An excuse came to her quickly.

“Just want to get the sleep sweat off.”

“Well, okay. See you in the kitchen soon.”

“Thanks.”

As soon as he was out of bed, she stood up, running her hands down her sides, and then over her belly. Along her sides, there was definitely a collection, a layer of sweat that had come out during the night. It almost felt like something had pressed it out rather than just oozing out from the heat. Was she getting that heavy already that she’d just start sweating all the time? That didn’t feel fair.

But it was more than that. When she reached her gut, it didn’t feel quite the same as she expected. She thought that it would be mostly some large bit of stretched skin that would be stretching out again when she started chugging back the food. She expected at least part of it to be loose.

It wasn’t.

She was still bigger, bigger than she had been for years, and that meant that the weight was already settling in. Her cheeks burned as she realized the sort of gains that she was looking at, and she shied away from the mental math that would tell her how much bigger she was going to need to get, or how much work she was going to have to do to get it off.

[i]Just…just do it…you don’t have a choice.[/i]

Walking down the hall to the bathroom, she caught the smell of cooking bacon. She groaned, tilting her head back snorting down the smell. The faint hunger that had already been in her belly magnified a hundredfold, and she almost turned from the bathroom trip to the kitchen right then and there. Only the sheer embarrassment of how sweaty she’d become kept her on the right path.

As she stood in front of the mirror, though, she saw something else, something that she didn’t understand. She cocked her head to the side as she looked down at her belly, running her hands under her breasts to little brown spots that had started to appear. They were in two lines running down from under her breasts, going from there to her belly, and then stopping just above the waist.

“What the heck…”

She touched them, but other than feeling vaguely more sensitive than the rest of her torso, they didn’t seem to react. No pain, but this was a little late in life to be getting giant freckles. She didn’t know what was happening to her, but she couldn’t imagine that it was a good thing.

[i]Just…get a shower. You can worry about that later, if you really have to.[/i]

She just hoped she didn’t have to.

#

The shower made her feel a bit better, at least, and by the time that she sat down at the table, she didn’t feel so worried. That was, of course, partially due to all the food that had been laid out for her. She stared at the buffet that her husband had managed to put together, looking at the bacon and sausage and biscuits and gravy and all the other delicious foods that had been laid out for her.

Philip blushed, holding his hands behind his back and looking like some shy little momma’s boy that was looking for praise. She smiled.

“That’s amazing, Philip.”

“It’s good?”

“It’s amazing.”

“Thanks. I wanted to do good.”

“You did. Now…feed me.”

“Where do you want to start?”

“Um…bacon.”

It was odd to want that so much. She told herself that it was just because she wanted to imagine eating that asshole boar, putting him down her throat so that she never had to think about him again. However, as soon as that fatty, greasy slice of meat touched her tongue, she thought of something else.

She thought of his cock.

Sallie groaned, trying not to think too hard about it but she could still taste that meaty, sweaty, greasy thing in her mouth. She could remember how her face had stretched to take the whole thing down her throat, how she had been forced to focus just on his nasty dick to keep from choking out and losing consciousness.

It had been humiliating.

It had been degrading.

It had left her half-delirious with pleasure.

And now, as she moaned from being filled with bacon, she couldn’t help but think of the boar behind her, feeling his hands on her tits again, feeling his cock forcing its way between her legs and making her like it.

“Mmmph…”

“Sallie?”

“Mmmph…Just…just a second…”

“Really a second or…”

“Just…”

“You told me to keep going…”

She nodded, meaning that she knew that but needed him to stop. But that wasn’t the message that he got from it. No sooner had she nodded than he started ramming sausages past her lips. Sallie gasped for breath, her head shoved back in the chair as greasy, charred things that tasted like ass were shoved right past her lips. The sausages were even more phallic, making her imagine getting face-fucked all the more, making it impossible for her to think of anything else right in that moment.

In, out, in, out, before they were crunched down enough to go down her throat. They were so thick, so slimy, so much not-good for sausage, but she could already feel it filling her belly, making her feel different, thicker, paunchier than before. Her gut, already big enough that it would have pushed past her shirt, was starting to get so big that she didn’t know if she could hide it with any of her tops.

[i]He might call for me tonight.[/i]

If he did, then he was going to get a surprise. She kept eating with a will, trying to down as much of the greasy food as possible, shoveling it down her throat as fast as Philip could feed it to her. He looked on with a blush, and she kept eating…and slowly but surely, the eating became easier.

#

The food was completely gone by the time that she finally gave in. Her stomach felt like it had grown enough to support her breasts, now, rather than being flat enough to stay under them. She reached under the table, pressing a finger against her stomach, and it sunk in [i]deep.[/i]

[i]Gods…what am I doing to myself?[/i]

Even Philip looked shocked at what she had become, and she didn’t blame him. She felt shocked, too, and her body felt like it belonged to one of those other ladies that was always at the gym once a year, complaining about not being able to lose all the ‘holiday weight’ that they had put on, getting bigger by the year. She felt bulbous, thick in the worst way, and she felt humiliated by her own body.

Yet, at the same time, she almost felt satisfied with all the food that she’d eaten. Almost. She felt like there was something missing, something that would take her over the edge. Yet, she didn’t know what it was, and didn’t want to think about what it could be.

Philip held up a napkin, rather pathetically, and she chuckled. He chuckled with her, but the sound quickly died away.

“So, um…second shower?” Philip asked.

“Yeah…help me?”

“You sure?”

“I’m going to need it, I think.”

“Alright…come on…”

He helped her to her feet. She could [i]feel[/i] the extra weight pulling down at her stomach and her core, and she didn’t want to think about all the extra weight that she was probably dragging along now. She’d find out, eventually. But not now.

[i]I’m not so much as glancing at the scale until the boar lets me go…[/i]

That might be a while. Sallie was still determined to make it so.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Sallie continues the weight-gain binge, and finds that something else is happening to her now.

Tags: F/solo, Weight Gain, Human, Stuffing, Eating, Face-Fucking, Transformation, Corruption, Slobbification, Series, Grease, Fantasies,