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[b][u][center]The Boss’s Sow 13

For Foogo

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

Sallie managed to make her way through the meal, though not without hating herself for every bite she took. The food was, admittedly, quite good, but the idea of feeding the fat that she had already accumulated only made it worse. She wanted to lose it. She wanted to see it all burn away, to see it disappear and bring her old body back, even as she knew that was nothing more than a fantasy.

She choked down the last bite of the chicken alfredo, gagging slightly as she put her fork back down on the plate. The boar at her side chuckled, holding out a piece of garlic bread.

“Sop it up, sow.”

“Mmmph…but I’m so full…”

She knew how whiny she sounded, and she didn’t particularly care. She didn’t like how she felt, and she didn’t care who knew.

Of course, the boar didn’t take it lying down. As soon as her whine ended, he jammed the heel of the bread into her mouth, forcing her jaws further apart. She coughed, sputtering through it, but from how hard he was pushing, she knew that she had one choice: eat or choke.

She chose to eat.

The garlic bread went down to join the stony weight of the pasta in her guts, adding to the thick mess that was already rolling around beneath her growing folds. She groaned as she held one hand to her stomach, trying not to focus on the way that her belly gave before her fingers, or how rotund she felt beneath her dress.

“Heh, that’s it, sow. Now, another.”

“Mmmph…”

“You’re finishing your plate, sow. Then we’ll go get you some proper clothes.”

She had no doubt that his idea of ‘proper clothes’ would be the sort of thing that left her feeling more embarrassed than feeling proper in her body, but she still had some hope that she could get something good from it. She didn’t want to admit that she felt a little excited at the idea of getting out of her current clothes and into something better, but she did.

It was enough to get her to pick up the heel of bread, drag it through the remaining sauce, and choke it down, at the very least. She groaned as it thumped into her guts, feeling like she had just shoved another thousand calories down her throat rather than just a couple hundred.

“Excellent, excellent…”

The boar patted her stomach like some sort of proud father rather than an abuser and blackmailer. She groaned, trying not to feel sick. He slid out from his chair, and she followed him as he walked back to the front desk. One abrupt payment later, and they were headed back to his limo, and she tried to ignore all the eyes on her. Some of them surely recognized her, despite her great weight gain. Some of them would remember that she was married.

Some of them would be wondering if she was insane.

Maybe she was.

Sallie joined the boar in the back seat, keeping her head down as the driver started the car. They were on the road in short order, and he had his hand on her thigh. Thick fingers dragged along her flesh, moving further and further up until he had his hands over her thong.

“Spread ‘em.”

“Mmmph…”

“What was that?”

“I just…yes, hubby…”

She spread her legs as she was asked, showing off her pussy. She was sweaty down there rather than wet, but it passed for the same thing as the boar slid his fingers up to her sex, rubbing against the slight fabric that barely kept him from touching it, going into her. Sallie gritted her teeth, reminding herself that she hated this, that she hated him.

Even if she was getting wet.

Even if his touch did make her hot.

Even if he had some magic that made her want more.

His blunt fingers slipped past the wet fabric of her thong, sliding into her folds. She gritted her teeth, her toes curled in her shoes as he worked one finger past her clit, then against her entrance, and then –

“Ah!”

She all but screamed as she felt him slam his digit in up to the hilt. Even after taking his cock, even after loosening up from all that he had done to her, she still didn’t have the endurance to just take him like that. She gasped for breath as she felt him working his finger in further, rubbing it against her depths, and then –

“Nnnngh…”

A second finger, her legs spreading further. Her juices were running down over her asshole, and the boar leaned in, whispering in her ear.

“You love that, don’t you, sow?”

“Y-yes, hubby…I do…”

“Good. Cause I plan on getting my fist in you before we get to the store…”

#

She came three times before they arrived at the clothing store, and she was shivering, sweating, feeling like she had just run a marathon. If anything, she felt hungry, too, as if she had somehow worked off the calories of her last meal. Impossible, but that was what it felt like. Her stomach gurgled as she stepped out of the limo, feeling wobbly from her head to her toes, and not just because of the extra pounds.

“Nnnngh…”

“Heh, you did good, sow. You took the whole thing.”

There was an odd feeling of pride to take an entire fist up one’s pussy, but she didn’t like that she felt it. She still felt like it was a betrayal to Philip, like there was something that she was doing wrong, something that had gone completely off the beam when it came to him and…and everything that she was doing for the pair of them.

[i]This was supposed to put the damn boar off. Now…now he wants to make it worse…[/i]

She felt like the most disgusting woman in the universe, but it wasn’t enough for him. No, he had to make her into even more of a sow. More of a real sow, too, from the little bumps that she was getting along her front. They couldn’t be anything else. They had to be…had to be…

“Where are we, anyway?” she asked, trying to distract herself.

“Victoria Secret.”

Sallie’s heart felt like it dropped out of her in that moment, and she looked up to see that they were, indeed, in front of the famous underwear store. The model mannequins in the front made it clear that this wasn’t a plus-sized store, either. If anything, this was where the anorexics would have been doing their shopping. This was yet one more way that he wanted to humiliate her in front of the world.

She looked up at him, half-tempted to beg, but one look told her that he wasn’t going to listen to her. He had already made his decision, and any pleading on her part would only lead to greater humiliation, and potential punishments.

She sighed. Instead, she offered her arm, and he took it, leading her fat self into the store.

The look of shock, disgust, and shame on the parts of the employees only further confirmed how much she’d let herself go. The way that they looked at her, the way that they sneered and looked up and away, told her that she was a monster as far as they were concerned, someone that wasn’t worth giving the time of day to. She shrank further and further into herself, trying to avoid meeting their eyes.

That was rather hard as the boar dragged her to the front desk. The clerk there looked up, obviously fighting the urge to hold her nose.

“What can I do for you, sir?” she asked.

“I want someone to get my girl here all dolled up.”

“We…can do what we can, but this isn’t a plus-sized store, sir.”

“So?”

“So, we might not have anything in her size.”

“Yeah, but you’re gonna find something.”

“Sir –”

“No, no. You’re going to find something. Now.”

There was just enough menace in the boar’s voice to shut the clerk up, and enough to leave Sallie blinking. He was actually…standing up for her, somehow. Trying to find something that would make her humiliated, sure, but also not letting them just judge her like that? That was…odd.

[i]Why?[/i]

There was no clear answer. All that she got was a clerk that ran off, and the boar smirking down at her. It seemed something was going to happen, but what?

#

She wasn’t allowed to leave the store in her skirt and top. Instead, she was made to leave the store in nothing but her new thong and bra, leaving her technically modest for the walk to the car, but only by a technicality. Her cheeks burned all the hotter as her belly bounced, her ass jiggled, and her new ‘tits’ along her front felt more obvious than ever. Her nipples felt harder, too, sticking out through the cut-outs in the bra.

“This…this is…”

“You look great, sow.”

“No, I look like a monster!”

“You look good, and you ain’t covering up.”

Not that she had a choice, considering that he was holding her arms behind her. She gritted her teeth and kept walking, trying not to think about the way that everything bounced, everything jiggled, and everything…

Just everything.

Everything about this.

Sallie was happier than ever to be allowed back in the limo, shivering as she was made to sit with her legs spread once more. She didn’t have a choice about showing herself off to her ‘hubby’, who was more than happy to start groping her again, forcing her to submit to his lusts. Every time that he squeezed her breasts or reached between her legs, her body betrayed her, making her enjoy it.

And worse, she started to enjoy the idea of what she had been made to do. He had stood up for her, so he obviously saw her as something sexy like this. And he had made sure that nobody in the store had bothered her. It was a confusing mess, something that she just wanted to end, but she knew better than to think that it would. She was trapped, completely and utterly trapped, forever.

The car started again, and they were off. The driver, as ever, said nothing, leaving her in silence with the molesting porcine male beside her. She kept quiet for a bit, save for the occasional moan, but he wasn’t content for their drive to be totally silent. He chuckled as he prodded her.

“So, sow. Enjoying yourself?”

“I…”

“Heh, don’t lie to me now.”

“I don’t want to be…”

“But you are.”

“…”

“Heh, that silence says everything, girl.”

He forced her further back, lifting her legs in the air. She realized that he could fuck her right there in the back of the limo, and not a soul on earth would stop him. Not her, not the driver, not anyone that saw what they were doing. She was doomed to be his plaything, and there was no stopping it.

So, why fight it? Sallie watched him unzip himself, and she stopped holding back. She just reached down and pulled her ass cheeks apart, showing off both her holes to him.

“Heh…that eager, sow?”

“…”

“Heh, don’t start getting quiet on me now.”

“I don’t want to want it…”

“But you do.”

“…yes.”

That was the first time that she had managed to make herself admit it, and she half-expected to feel herself start crying. Instead, she felt oddly like there had been some weight lifted from her, something that had been bearing her down coming free.

She didn’t like that.

Focusing on the thing coming, she pulled her plump ass cheeks further apart, feeling her fingers sinking into the plush flesh. She felt her pucker pulling apart, and she made sure to show it off, wanting to keep the boar’s attention on it for now. Her pussy needed a break and badly, and she didn’t want him thinking of taking it just yet. She flexed her hole, showing off her ass as best she could.

“Here…”

“Heh, dirty little sow.”

But he didn’t protest more than that. His great bulk loomed over her, and then came down. His long cock slipped against her sweaty ass, and then slammed right in, filling her to the brim right then and there.

It was horrifying, but it was still satisfying. She hated that, too.

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

Summary: Sallie ends up getting molested more in public, and the boar starts showing her some possessiveness that she actually likes.

Tags: M/F, Anal, Fingering, Forced Orgasm, Fisting, Cum, Human, Pig, Fat, Fattening, Humiliation, Series,