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[b][u][center]The Boss’s Sow

Part 10

For Foogo

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

Sallie spent the rest of the day worrying about her weight. It was different from just being concerned about how she looked – something that she was used to, but not bothered about considering her exercise routine and everything else. No, this was different, and worse.

She knew that she’d been sitting on the couch in nothing but her panties and bra for the last hour, looking down at her swollen stomach. Even though she had only had a couple of days – and not even full days, at that – to pig out, she could tell that she had gained weight. Her stomach felt bloated, her chest felt a bit too heavy, and she was breathing harder than she had been. It didn’t feel right, but at the same time, it was exactly the plan for what she was supposed to do.

[i]So why do I feel so horrible?[/i]

Philip had needed to work, and he had left her alone to her gut and her grumbling stomach. She tried to ignore it, telling herself that she was just feeling habit hunger, but that was a lie. Despite being stuffed to the gills, some part of her was still hungry. She wanted to believe that it was just the feeling of being overstuffed and being committed to the plan, but that wasn’t right, either.

[i]I’m fat.[/i]

She wasn’t, not yet. Overweight, sure, but obese? Fat? Not yet. Not just yet. She’d need to get to that point to scare off the boar, though, and that was the thing that scared [i]her[/i]. She didn’t want to carry that weight, didn’t want to become that pig of a woman. She wanted to be a human hottie, not a…a…a sow.

Yet, here she was, on the path to becoming one, and hoping against all hopes that she would not become one permanently.

She stared at her stomach for a few more seconds before her phone started ringing. She reached for it, flipped it over, and her heart fell. It was [i]him.[/i] She hesitated for a moment, then tapped the button to answer it.

“Hello?”

“[i]Hello, Sow. Been a little while.[/i]”

“I’ve been busy.”

“[i]So have I. Time to meet up again.[/i]”

“Already?”

“[i]You saying no?[/i]”

“No.”

“[i]Good. I’ll be there tonight. Wear something sexy.[/i]”

“…Do I…”

“[i]Yeah, you have to, sow. Wear something you think I’ll like.[/i]”

Click. The call ended, and she stared at her phone. A shiver ran down her spine, and she tried not to think about that too much. That wasn’t a good shiver, either.

[i]Okay, okay, calm down. He’s coming for you. That means that he’s going to see what you’re doing. That’s not…that’s not bad. Not yet.[/i]

But it did mean that she needed to keep an eye on herself. She needed to make sure that she didn’t do something stupid. She’d be able to tell if he liked what he saw, or if he hated it. That…that wasn’t bad, right? She could find out if she had a good plan or a bad one, and if it was a bad one, then she didn’t need to keep gaining weight.

Clothes. She had to find clothes. And she had just the outfit in mind.

#

“You look…um…”

“Plain?” Sallie asked. She’d only bothered putting on a t-shirt and a pair of sweat pants, loose things that made her stomach feel more comfortable. “That’s the point.”

“Why?”

“He said to pick something I think he’d like. I [i]think[/i] he likes the idea of ripping my clothes off easily.”

“That…probably isn’t what he means.”

“Yes, well…loopholes exist for a reason.”

Still, it didn’t make her feel better about it. She knew that the boar was probably going to be angry, but it was one of the only ways that she could needle him about what he was doing to her. She wanted to make him angry, to get back at him for making her do this, for making her ruin her body –

For making her want him, on some deep, dark, horrible level. For being better than Philip was in bed. For ruining their lives.

She sighed, rubbing her forehead. All of that would have to come out in therapy one day, but that was one day in the future, not now. She looked down at her husband, who was still shuffling from foot to foot, and she put on a weak smile.

“It’ll be okay.”

“If you say so…”

“I’ll see you in the morning.”

“You think it’ll be that long?”

“Knowing him? Yes.”

She remembered their first time, and what he had done to her, and how long he had lasted. Unless he had gotten some side squeezes since then, he wasn’t going to be any better or gentler tonight. If anything, he’d be worse, because now he knew what he wanted, and would take it from her.

A horn beeped outside the house, and she looked through the glass at the side of the door. It was the boar’s limo, alright. She rubbed her face, taking a deep breath.

“Alright. It’s time. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Sallie?”

“Hmm?”

“Be safe.”

“I’ll try.”

They shared a quick hug, then she was out the door. One of the other pigs was there, holding the limo door open, and he snorted at her appearance. She ignored him, pulling herself inside, sitting beside the bigger, rounder…smellier…thicker…leering boar that chuckled as soon as she pulled her seatbelt on.

“Heh…what’s with this get-up?”

“You said for me to pick something sexy.”

“Yeah. Didn’t think you’d figure out that being a slob’s sexy.”

“…”

“And getting all fat? Good start, but we got a [i]lot[/i] of work to do, sow.”

[i]…Shit.[/i]

“Get us some fried chicken, boys…with extra gravy…”

#

Thankfully, they didn’t eat until they were back to the boar’s penthouse. They were also alone when they started. That didn’t make it better, not for her.

After the boar made her take off her clothes, sitting naked at the edge of his bed, he also made her spread her legs. He would take pieces of fried chicken, rubbing the bony, un-breaded end against her pussy and clit. It was disgusting, particularly when he put it a bit inside of her, but there was something that her body was doing that she couldn’t fight. She started getting wet faster than she wanted to admit, and it didn’t take long before the chicken teasing was getting her to drip on the carpet.

The boar squealed with laughter at her humiliation, forcing her to bite at the chicken, forcing her to eat food flavored with her pussy. Her heart beat faster as she looked away from him between the bites, gripping the sheets in increasingly tight fists, trying not to think of what he was doing to her.

“Hehehe, look at that. Already dripping for me? Musta missed me, Sow.”

“Mmmph…”

“You been thinking about the last time we met?”

“…No…”

“That’s a lie.”

He slapped her thigh, and she jumped. He leaned over her, pressing her back against the bed, his body so much bigger than hers, and so much heavier, too much to push away.

“Don’t start lying to me now, Sow.”

“I’m not lying.”

“No? You telling me that you ain’t thought of our last bit of fun since?”

“I’m…I…”

“Go on, lie to yourself if you want. But you know you’re lying.”

“…I…”

“Heh. Don’t you worry about it. You’ll learn. You’ll learn good and well just what you are.”

Sallie couldn’t even pretend otherwise. Instead, she opened her mouth, and she took the food she was offered. Chicken, gravy, fries, even a pizza that they had picked up from a drive through that had been left rubbery from being in the heat-lamp all day. She choked it down, feeling it getting more and more like a wad of concrete in her stomach, feeling her belly stretching out from all the forced feeding that she was going through.

She felt like lard. She felt like a wiggling lump of nothing but fat, like she was going to become something that was nothing but the most unattractive piece of flesh in existence. Everything felt wrong. Everything felt sloppy.

She didn’t know how much she swallowed, only that the various buckets and boxes were empty by the time that the boar was done forcing it down her throat. He shoved her sideways, and she felt her belly rolling, the food-bomb in her guts rolling with her. She groaned, wanting to curl into a ball from eating too much, but he forced her onto her stomach, onto all fours. He kicked her legs apart, forcing her to expose herself to him, and she felt her stomach hanging down in ways that it had never done before.

[i]Oh god…oh god…[/i]

Sallie looked down. Even her breasts seemed to sag further than before, and those little spots on her stomach that she had seen in the shower seemed to be that much more obvious. What was going on? What was happening to her? Why was she getting so big so fast?

Because she was getting [i]big[/i], and there was no denying that now. Her belly was actually big enough to roll as she shifted around, her stomach big enough that she wouldn’t be able to wear her old clothes any longer. Even her panties, loose as they had been at one point, would be too tight for her new waist. She’d be snapping anything looser than sweat pants, and that…that was going to be too much soon enough.

He hopped on the bed behind her, and she felt his penis against her pussy again. This time, she was on all fours. This time, she was going to take it like some feral bitch rather than someone that he picked up and used. She blushed worse as she felt his mass pressing against her ass cheeks, his slimy cock rubbing between them and almost touching her other hole before coming back down to her pussy.

[i]Fuck…fuck…fuck…[/i]

Sallie braced herself, but there was no bracing for this. There hadn’t been last time, and not this time, either. The boar slammed in –

“Ah!”

And aside from pummeling her air right out of her lungs from the sheer violence of that first thrust, there was nothing that she could complain about. He was big – painfully big – but it felt so good inside of her. His weight pressed her down, kept her in place, forced her to take it in a way that Philip never could. She had always done the work there. Here, he was doing the work, making her take it, and –

Sallie couldn’t even gasp why she was so wet, but she was. She was dripping onto the sheets, her belly and breasts wobbled under her, and her ass jiggled every time that he slammed against her. His cock felt like it was ripping her open, but at the same time, it felt like her fat was the only thing allowing her to take it, the only thing giving her the cushion to withstand what he was giving her. She whimpered, lowering her head to the bed, almost crying from the fact that she could feel pleasure from this, somehow.

“Take it…take it, Sow…”

She did. She took it, and she could feel the lust inside growing, her need building with each subsequent thrust. Lowering her head, she tried not to whimper, tried not to make a sound, but each thrust drew another huff out of her, another grunt, another sound that was ever more pig-like in comparison to what she had been doing.

[i]No, no, don’t do it…don’t do it…[/i]

He gripped her tighter, yanking her down his cock, and she could feel it going deep. If she hadn’t been used to it even slightly from the first time, she would have been in pain. She almost was, but there was a pleasure under it, something that made her guiltily wish she could thrust back. What was wrong with her? What the hell was wrong with her?

He slapped her ass, and she felt the jiggle. He slapped her hips, and she felt the padding there now. And as he used her, she could see the bumps along her belly and down to her hips slowly stiffening, looking almost like…

Like little nipples, she realized, stiffening and coming into little points. She wasn’t just getting fat. She was turning into a pig.

She wanted to scream. His next thrust turned it into a moan, instead.

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

Summary: Sallie ends up getting called up by the boar again, and finds out something humiliating.

Tags: M/F, Humiliation, Cuckolding, Human, Boar, Corruption, Fat, Weight Gain, Vaginal, Dubcon, Forced Pleasure, Anthro/Human, Forced Feeding, Series,