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[b][u][center]The Boss's Sow

Part 8

for Foogo

by Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

"You want me to what?"

Philip's question was pretty justifiable, all things considered. Sallie could hardly believe that the suggestion had passed her lips once lunch was done, but now that it was said, she felt like she had to commit to it. She wanted to make sure that it was clear, as was the reason why she wanted to do it.

"I think...I want to get ugly."

"But...but why?"

"Do you want me to stay pretty?"

"Obviously, yes!"

"Think about how much the boar wants me to stay pretty."

"..."

"Think about how he might stop looking at me like that if I ever got ugly."

"...And then..."

"Then he would leave me alone," Sallie said. "And then when he leaves us alone, I can start working it off, and then..."

"Then we can be..."

"Yes. Together again."

It was a sense of hope that drew her to say it, not a sense of want like she would have preferred, but she would take what she could get. The fact that she could feel hope rather than hate at the idea of them being together again meant that their relationship wasn't entirely dead yet. Dying, perhaps, and likely on life support with what the boar was forcing her to do, but that was better than nothing. Maybe that was something that they could still recover from, because for all that she had been hurt by her husband, she still wanted to love Philip. She still wanted to see him as a man again rather than a coward.

Would that happen? Who knew, but it was possible, and that was what drove her to give it a try.

"So, I want you to help me eat. And eat. And eat."

"So...we're getting fat-ugly, right?" he asked.

"Yes. Fat-ugly."

"I don't know if that'll work. I mean...he has a lot of sows around. What if he just likes his women big?"

Sallie arched an eyebrow, slowly gesturing to her chest, and then down to her stomach. The former was big, yes, but that was just a natural endowment. Everything else was as soft and smooth and womanly as one could want without getting into absurd proportions. She even had her muscles down there, something that no fat sow would ever have had, nor would she have had the pride to show them off. Philip blushed, nodding.

"Okay, I think I understand."

"Right. So...I'm going to need help."

"Anything."

And he sounded like he meant it, too, which was a relief. It meant that, maybe, there'd be something that he could do, and that meant she could trust him again. She smiled.

"I want you to stuff my face."

"Um...does that mean cooking for you, or -"

"I mean I want you to stuff my face. Shove the food down my throat even when I say no. If I'm going to gain, then I need to [i]gain.[/i]"

"That's going to get messy, you know."

"Yes. That's why I'm going to do it with clothes off."

She hadn't meant it as a tease, but it was clearly taken as one. Philip's eyes went wide, and his gaze drifted down her body, almost like he was already imagining her completely in the nude. Considering how long it had been since they had last been intimate, that wasn't too surprising, but at the same time, she hadn't expected this, of all things, to be the activity that had his interest.

Still, she'd take it. The fact that he found her attractive again, the fact that he wanted to look at her despite what had happened between her and the boar, was a big step forward. Hopefully, it wouldn't be the only one forward that they took in the next few days.

"So, do you think you can do that?" she asked.

"I think I can stomach it."

"Just make the fattiest stuff that you think I can eat. I'll take it from there."

"I'll do my best. Sallie?"

"Yes?"

"...Thank you. I'm sorry, but thank you for being brilliant and...and for giving me a way to help."

Her heart warmed slightly at that, and she bowed her head a little to hide her own blush. She felt almost like she was back to where they used to be, back where they used to love one another, where they used to enjoy one another in a different way. She had almost forgotten how it had been before they got married, and before they had gotten into this mess. The warmth, the gentleness, the helpfulness that Philip wanted to have? That was all there again, and it reminded her why she had married him in the first place.

She leaned over, giving him a hug across the table, then got to her feet. He watched her go, and she even threw in a little hip sway and shake as she went, feeling her butt bouncing slightly more than before.

[i]The tacos earlier couldn't be down there already, could they?[/i]

But if they were, would she complain about already getting bigger? She wanted to get out from under the boar as fast as possible, and if getting ugly actually did work, she wanted to find out as soon as she could. If she could gain enough weight before the next time that he came to get her, if she could make herself as round and flabby as she could, and see what his reaction was, maybe she could find out how much she needed to gain to get him to leave her alone.

It was a hope. Not much of a hope, but a hope.

#

Dinner came around, and Philip had pulled out all the stops with his limited knowledge in the kitchen. He had pulled out several old doughs, creating some pizzas that had plenty of grease on them, as well as gravies that would be washed down via a funnel if needed. She didn't know where he had gotten some of the feeding implements, but it was better than she expected, and she could only hope that they worked as well as they looked like they might.

She took a deep breath, then started pulling at her shirt. Philip took a step towards her, doubtlessly to help her, but then stopped. His cheeks burned, but he stepped back, staying away, letting her do it at her own pace. For that, she was grateful. Even though this was her idea, even though she was getting naked to make clean-up easier later, she was still embarrassed that this was the best that she could come up with. She wished that there was something better for them to do, but this was all that she had in mind.

But if it worked, it would be worth it. That was what she had to remember.

As soon as she sat down, Philip walked up to her, slicing up the first of the pepperoni pizzas. She looked at the oil that covered the surface of the cheese, the slightly limp-looking pepperoni, and she groaned as her stomach actually burbled at her in hunger.

[i]You ate a taco box this afternoon. There's no way that you're really hungry again.[/i]

And yet, her stomach told her that it was. It wanted her to chow down, to eat, eat, and eat some more, and she blushed as Philip pulled the first of the slices up to her face. She leaned in, feeling some of the cheese moving around her lips, the massive amount of melted goo running off the side of the pizza and -

"Ah!"

She gasped as some of the mozzarella and cheddar and more fell onto her breasts, smothering them in their odd, oozing, slimy feeling. She reached up to her breasts, squeezing them together, feeling the cheese rolling down over her fingers and then over her nipples. The heat should have been uncomfortable, but it was oddly...sexy.

"Sallie?" Philip asked. "Don't you want to -"

"Just...just a second..."

"Do you want me to, uh..."

"Huh?"

"Clean that up?" he asked.

"Uh...uh, no, but..."

She blushed, pulling her hands down to her sides, exposing her cheese-covered breasts to her husband. Somehow, this felt naughtier than anything that she had done for the boar, even though this was something for someone that deserved it rather than the other way around. She shifted back and forth in her seat.

"You can, um, rub them while I feed myself."

"You sure?" he asked, blushing. "I mean...am I..."

"Well, it's the first time that you've wanted to in a while. Who am I to say no?"

"..."

"Go on."

And just like that, her husband grabbed her greasy breasts and smothered them together, smearing the cheese around, grinding the grease into her skin to the point that it almost felt like it was getting soaked in. She blushed worse at the feeling of all that mess grinding into her chest, feeling like she was going to be getting almost pimply there from that, but she still liked it. There was something...rough about it, rough and naughty and nasty, and that appealed to her on some deep level that she didn't want to think about. She ground her thighs together as she reached for the pizza again.

It was a mess and not that tasty in the slightest, but the dough was thick and filled with all kinds of salts and oils that were probably going to go right to her thighs, hips, and stomach. The cheese was filled with that delicious fatty taste that she had gotten from the tacos earlier, and she could tell from the over-abundance of the garlic in the sauce that it was the cheap sort that sat on the grocery store shelves forever, always looking for someone to buy it and never getting it from those that knew better.

In short, it was the exact opposite of a healthy pizza, and that was just what she asked for. She moaned as she consumed it, swallowing it and choking down the pieces in short bursts, then longer ones. Philip mauled and played with her breasts in the best of ways, and his oily hands felt like -

[i]You like that, sow?[/i]

Sallie's eyes went wide, and she almost coughed on the next bite of pizza. They felt like [i]him[/i], she realized, and that had been the thing that was turning her on. The oily cheese all over Philip's fingers were making his touch feel like the boar's, and that was what was getting her off. She was thinking of him, and it was making her husband feel like more of a man, more of someone that just took what he wanted and protected what he claimed rather than the little bitch -

[i]No, no, no![/i]

And yet, she was too turned on to really think about it. She arched her back, pushing her chest out into Philip's grip, showing off her breasts to him, moaning for him like she hadn't done for days. He didn't know what she was thinking, obviously, because he leaned in and sucked on one of her nipples, teasing it longer, and she moaned, grinding her pussy against the seat.

"Mmmph...I haven't seen you like this...for so long...I love you, Sallie."

She was grateful that the pizza was in her mouth, because she didn't think that she could have said the same back to him at that moment. The pleasure rushing through her body was completely coming from the mental image of the boar again, and she hated it even as her body loved it.

Philip let go of her left breast, reaching down between her legs. His greasy finger found her pussy, and then -

"AH!"

She screamed around the last bite of pizza, almost squirting right then and there as he rubbed her clit. The feeling of that greasiness down there was...oddly good, and she didn't know what to say as she blushed harder than she had ever blushed in her life from cumming. Philip paused, looking up at her, his eyes wide and his mouth wider.

"How...what..."

"I don't know," she lied. "It was just...good."

"...Do you want to do more?"

"I...maybe..."

"Do you think we should?"

[i]No,[/i] said the sensible part of her. It was the only part of her thinking straight at that point, and it was also the quietest, most easily ignored part, too.

"Yes," she said.

"...I'll get the gravy."

"And I'll..."

She didn't know what she was going to do. Take a slice of pizza and slather it on herself? She almost felt like that was going to be too much, that she would be going too far with that, but something in the slimy, dirty, naughty part of her mind liked the idea of getting so dirty and so slobby with her food, with her body...

With her...boytoy...

#

By the time that dinner was done, Sallie could hardly move. Her belly felt bloated, and for the first time in years, she felt like she had grown a little bit. Her gut felt like it wouldn't fit into her pants if she tried to wear any. She didn't know if she was going to be able to wear pants tomorrow, for that matter; she didn't think that she had ever pigged out like that in her life, and it made her stomach churn thinking about how many pounds she might have put on with all that food.

Two pizzas, three gravy boats, an order of fries, and probably a few more things that she had forgotten about in the heat of the moment had been shoved down her throat. True to the promise he'd given, Philip had kept helping her shove it down, giving her everything that he could in the process. It was...good of him, and she had cum several times during the whole thing, but now?

Now she felt dirty. She didn't even know if this was going to work, and she was enjoying it far more than a woman like her should have been. What if she was doing the wrong thing?

[i]Not like I can tell Philip that, not now.[/i]

He'd been so happy, and how could she take that away from him now? The simple answer was, she couldn't. She'd trapped herself. She just hoped that she could find a way out before it was too late.

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

Summary: Sallie tries eating to make herself uglier. She ends up having a different feeling to it than she expected.

Tags: M/F, Feeding, Human, Fat, Fattening, Force Feeding, Groping, Breast Play, Oil, Slime, Cheese, Corruption, Orgasm, Squirting, Cum, Embarrassment, Series,