Porkette's Feast Factory - Chapter 2 (Patreon)

Chapter 2 - Sundae Falls

“Darlings, prepare for an adventure beyond your wildest dreams~.” Miss Porkette practically sang to them all as the group passed through the enormous chocolate bar doors of the factory.

“Ow!” came a cry from the back of the tour. Everyone glanced back to find Haley rubbing her jaw, scowling at the door. “These doors aren’t real chocolate?! I nearly lost a darn tooth!” she pouted.

Penny Porkette merely chuckled. “I am afraid not, my dear. But, if you’re looking for a world of confections that you can eat, then you’re on the right side of that door~! Right this way, everyone! To Sundae Falls!

It didn’t take long for Jenna to notice the workers. First dozens, and then hundreds. Jenna began to lose track of them all, dressed in their brightly-coloured jumpsuits.

However, strangest of all, each and every last one of them were female mice. While she had been the first to notice, she certainly wasn’t going to be the one to bring it up.

That responsibility apparently fell to Megan, who shot a glare towards the factory owner.

“You know this is a super clear case of type-hiring, right? Discrimination like this can land you in serious legal trouble.” she said bluntly.

Porkette merely seemed to laugh it off, finding the notion amusing. “The job was open to everyone, darling~. I assure you, everyone you see here was the perfect fit for their role. If you wish to change things up, I suppose you’ll have to win the tour~.”

Megan narrowed her eyes, and merely snorted as she walked along. “I suppose you’re right.” she spat back.

The long corridors lined with paintings of various important-looking pigs and vanilla-smelling pillars made the factory feel more like some sort of sweets-smelling labyrinth than any factory. Jenna couldn’t help but gawk at the enormous hallway, before she felt someone kick her ankle.

“H-Hey!” she stammered, turning around.

However, her eyes went wide as she had to look up and up, the remarkably tall white-furred vixen looming over her, glaring at her from past her eyelashes.

“Hey yourself.” she hissed in a foreign accent that Jenna couldn’t quite recognize. Without hesitation, the white fox shoved Jenna aside, and immediately stepped in front of her.

Immediately, Jenna figured out why. The fox could see the cameraman over Jenna’s shoulder. The young man’s eyes went wide and he took a step back as the fox stepped in front of him, leaning suggestively towards the camera with a smile.

Jenna nodded to herself, remembering what Megan had said.

“Oh yeah! You’re… Josie, right?” the doe asked apprehensively.

Immediately, the fox whirled towards her with her nose scrunched in disgust, as if horrified that the portly deer would even dare speak her name.

“Why? Who told you?” she spat, before her sour expression quickly softened. “Wait, you’ve heard of me?” she asked with a glowing grin.

“W-Well, sort of. I-I mean–” Jenna tried, but she was swiftly interrupted.

“Alright, girls! I’ve kept you waiting long enough!” Miss Porkette chimed aloud, spinning on her hooves to face the crowd.

“You mean because we’ve been walking through your giant creepy hallway for ten minutes now?”

Jenna looked over to see who that came from. The voice was a bored, monotonous drone. It was Olivia, the rabbit with the dyed hairtips and black outfit. She didn’t even glance up from her phone when she spoke, and the glow of her screen was pretty much the only bright thing on her.

Penny Porkette forced a smile the girl’s way, and didn’t bother commenting on her attitude.

“Well, I assure you all, it was well-worth the wait~.”

And without another word, the curvaceous pig threw her arms out to her sides, and the enormous doors behind her, as if by her command, began to open.

Even the most difficult to impress amongst the crowd let their mouths fall agape and their eyes widen.

As the doors drew apart, a world beyond imagining began to seep into view. Before the group laid a dreamland of sweets. As they stepped through the doors, it began to feel hard to believe that they were still in the factory. A bright light above simulated a beautiful glowing sky, with swirling, fluffy clouds that practically looked like whipped cream. All around them were hills of various soft colours, their fruity and sugary smells utterly overwhelming, with massive cherries atop them.

Directly in front of them, a calm river split the wonderland down the middle. It flowed through the landscape with a thick brown chocolate, lapping away at the soft vanilla-white riverbanks.

Megan glanced around the room and snorted. “You guys really go all-in on the shtick here.”

Olivia rolled her eyes, having finally put her phone down to take in everything. “So you just make everything here look like food?”

Miss Porkette stopped mid-step, spinning around with a smile. “Look like? My darling, everything here is food~!”

There was a moment of silence as everyone decided whether or not to believe such an outlandish claim from the woman.

However, to no one’s surprise, Haley was the first to drop her guard, a massive smile overtaking her.

“Y-You’re… tellin’ me that… e-everything in here… i-is….”

Miss Porkette wore a chipper smirk, nodding. “Yep~! That’s exactly the case, my dear!”

For just a second, it was almost as if everyone could see hearts around Haley’s head. Slowly, she lifted her arms out wide, and dove into the room, falling into the fluffy, creamy, snow-like floor.

Jenna thought the bear was going to unhinge her jaw as she watched Haley start scooping the cream into her mouth.
“SHE WASHN’T LYING!” Haley screamed in glee, before shoving her face even further in.

Camille watched with disgust, practically gagging at the sight, and stomping her foot.

“Ewwwww! Are you serious? You’re just gonna fill your fat face with this stuff?” the cheetah gawked.

“Oh, come on! Just let her have fun, Flatboard!” Katie said with a giggle, before running in, whipping her phone out and pulling a pose as she ran. “Hey guys! It’s your girl, BlueAngel!”

Miss Porkette turned around to the rest of the girls with a smile. “If you all would follow me!” she chimed.

While everyone else followed along after Miss Porkette, Josie turned towards the cameras.

“And if you’d like the real star attraction, you can follow me, boys~.” the fox purred.

Jenna looked around at her in awe. She couldn’t believe everything she saw. Candies and toppings that formed flowers and shrubs. Wafflecone trees. Caramel drizzle geysers. It was something out of a dream.

It was in this state of awe that Jenna allowed her curious hands to wander, picking and grabbing at various desserts that she passed by.

I-I know what I promised Mom, but… if I’m dieting anyway soon, a little won’t hurt….

Ice cream of all flavours passed her idle lips, as she just had to be sure that every flavour was just as irresistible as the last. Candies filled her mouth at a constant rate as Penny described the process they used for the ice cream flow, pointing out the mice workers who filtered the chocolate-flowing river. After a while, Jenna began to hear a sickening gurgle, and she looked down, ashamed to see that it was from her own stomach, turgid and bloated as it was.

“Oh… when did I–Bruuarp!”

Jenna covered her mouth quickly, a red dust of shame across her cheeks.

Megan snorted as she heard the rumble escape the doe.

Camille just shuddered. “Ew! You seriously need to get your shit together before you start looking like Haley!” the cheetah snapped.

Jenna put her head down shamefully. “I-I just… didn’t realize how good this ice cream was.”

Josie the wandering vixen glanced over at that, snickering. “However ‘good’ it is, I guarantee it’s not worth what it’s doing to your figure.”

Camille narrowed her eyes, glancing around. “Wait a minute. Speaking of Haley, where even is that balloon?”

Just over the creamy hill, it seemed Jenna wasn’t the only one indulging in a wonderland of sweets. Haley ignored the tightening buttons of her top with every gulp she took of thick cream and sweet syrup from the magical food world around her. It was all a fantasy come to life for Haley, and she wasn’t about to waste it.

Chuuurn…. Gloorrrp…. Groooaan….

Haley’s stomach bubbled at the roiling piles of cream and fat dumped into it, but she ignored the fullness. All she could do was smile and search for more. More. More.

Alongside her was Katie, who wasn’t quite going for quantity as Haley did. Instead, she was more focused on making a show of it, her phone held out in front of her with tens of thousands of viewers on the edge of their seats as she winked and drizzled melted cream all over herself, smearing it into her chest and fluffing out her feathers as she made a theatrical gasp for the camera. Was she making a sticky mess of herself? Possibly. Had her viewership just tripled in the last five minutes? Absolutely.

“You’re disgusting.” Camille hissed, her arms crossed behind the sprawled out Katie pouring sweets over herself. The bird merely looked up at her with a sigh.

“You’re such a buzzkill.” she shot back.

“And you’re a sellout. Are you seriously going to ruin your diet just to bring some internet creeps’ fantasies to life?”

Katie scoffed. “Dude, I’ve hardly eaten any of it. You need to chill out.” she retorted, licking the cream off her finger.

Camille glared. “If you’re not careful, at this rate, you’re gonna end up looking just like Haley all for some stupid views.” She pointed towards the bloated bear, who had managed to find where two streams of melted ice cream poured down from the cliffs of chocolate into perfect streams, ripe and ready for Haley’s wide-open maw to happily accept. She just lazily stood there, swaying in bliss, as her mouth filled with the cream from one of the streams.

Katie’s eyes lit up as she saw that.

“You know, Camille, that’s not a half bad idea!” the bird chimed as she quickly got up and ran over.

Camille looked in disbelief. “That’s not what I meant, you fucking airhead!”

Katie bounded over, looking up at the streams with a wide smile.

“This spot taken?” she said with a giggle and an elbow to Haley. The engorged bear merely gave a gurgling groan of acknowledgement. As her stomach slowly swelled and the buttons of her outfit constricted her more and more, it seemed like she was able to actually talk less and less with each gulp.

Katie smiled, and set up the phone on a perch to record herself. She held up a cutesy peace sign and winked. “Get an eyeful of this, you pervs~!” she teased the camera, before throwing her head back.

With her beak wide open, she closed her eyes and let the cream spill down her tongue, and fill her gullet. All at once, cream began to wash down her throat and fill her mouth with an intensely rich flavour. She began moaning in delight, before pulling away for a second, trying to swallow the mouthful.

“You sure you don’t want to try this, Flatboard?” she called to Camille.

“No thank you! I’d rather drop dead! A-And that’s not my name!” she snapped back.

The bird merely shrugged, and went back to it, guzzling down cream by the mouthful, paying no heed as her stomach neared its usual capacity, a small bloated bump of a belly starting to take shape.

The camera crew gawked towards the scene of the two girls guzzling down the cream, and almost immediately, Josie had lost her paparazzi.

She glared over mid-pose, trying to see what had possibly yanked the attention away from her that she had managed to amass.

She snarled at the shameful display. “Oh no they don’t…”

Stomping over, she chased after the cameramen, closing in on the scene.

“What the hell is going on over here?!” the vixen hissed.

Katie looked up from her ice cream, gasping as she finally took a breath, holding her now-aching stomach.

“Just havin’ some fun~.” she mused.

Almost as soon as the words were out of her mouth, one last gulp from Haley was all it took for the first of the buttons on her top to lose its battle, her cleavage spilling out as the button burst off at high speed, smashing into one of the cameras, and knocking the cameraman onto the floor, his nose bleeding as he lay there, dazed.

“My exposure!” Josie gasped in horror, huffing as she scowled at the belching bear who was responsible. “I’m supposed to be the biggest show here!”

She stomped towards her and shoved her back from the stream, almost rolling Haley onto her ass from her sheer lack of balance.

“Out of the way, you shameless cow! You’ve had enough!” Josie spat, before glancing up at the remaining camera crew.

“Y-You all want a real show? H-Here!” the fox declared, uncertainty clearly playing at her tone before she pushed her hair back and opened her mouth, letting the cream spill down her throat as well. Even Katie stopped her own endeavours, a playful smile on her as she turned her phone towards the scene.

“Check this out, guys!” she whispered to it.

Over time, everyone began to gather around. Even Olivia was interested in the scene that unfolded.

Haley glared at the vixen who dared to touch her ice cream, pouting as she watched all that sweet cream go to waste down Josie’s ungrateful gullet.

Slowly, the cameras began to pan down as everyone could hear a gurgling.

Josie’s face scrunched up as she had to widen her stance. She could feel her stomach rolling. Her dress began to tighten around her, the fabric around her hips creaking as it had to stretch slightly, a bloated bulge forming as her stomach filled and filled.

Haley slowly came up behind her, practically looking ready to bring the matter to a fistfight.

“Hey! Who said that you–”

“Oh girls~!” came a voice from far down the hill. Everyone glanced over.

From a rowboat seemingly carved out of a massive banana in the chocolate syrup river, Miss Porkette waved a hand daintily.

“Everyone aboard!” she called in her usual sing-song voice.

Haley and Josie exchanged a final glare, as well as a few bloated burps that they tried to stifle, before waddling over to the boat.

Perhaps from the added weight of the tour group, the boat seemed to sway as some of them climbed aboard.

“Jesus, if we’re here to hunt seamonsters, I’m pretty sure they’re already on deck.” Megan hissed under her breath as Jenna, Josie, and Haley stepped on.

Olivia snorted, trying not to outright bust out at that little remark. “It’s okay, I hear whale-hunting is legal in these waters.” she shot back. The two snickered at their own cruel jokes.

“All hands inside the boat, girls! We’re going for a cruise!” Penny declared.

As several mice took the oars, the workers began to row the girls along. It took a few sharp remarks and a few grabs of her tail to keep Haley from jumping overboard at the sight of anything remarkably sweet looking as they gazed out at the passing landscape.

Finally, the tourists all gawked as the grand display came into view. The massive chocolate syrup waterfall that flowed into the chocolate river.

“How do you even produce that much chocolate?” Megan asked, trying to make out the logic of it all. “And… should we really be sailing through it? Kind of a health violation, no?”

“Not as long as no one’s stupid enough to jump in.” Olivia remarked. As she said the words, the entire boat turned to look at Haley, who seemed to be considering a professional dive here and now.

“W–... What? S-Stop lookin’ at me like that! I’m not stupid!” she spat defensively.

As the rowing slowed, Miss Porkette took a step out of the boat, and used her umbrella to hold it steadily to the shore.

“Come, girls~! We’re going for a hike!”

Haley groaned. “Uggggh, seriously? I can barely get up!”

Camille snorted. “I wonder why.”

“Why do we have to climb all the way up there?” Olivia asked.

Penny turned on her hooves and smiled. “You can only truly appreciate the magnificence of Sundae Falls from the falls itself. Now, come~!”

The group began their slow ascent, Jenna trying her best to help the two that seemed to struggle the most, Haley and Josie, both of them falling behind whenever the group refused to slow down.

Miss Porkette moved surprisingly fast for a woman of her size, her movements shockingly graceful. Camille was really the only one who wasn’t trailing behind as they reached the summit.

“Well, here we are~! Feast your eyes, darlings…”

One by one, the group reached the peak and set their eyes upon the horizon. Awes filled the crowd as they gazed at it. The size of the room was still difficult to comprehend. No matter how far they looked, none could see a wall nor boundary.

“How big is this factory to have rooms like this?” Jenna muttered in amazement.

“Oh, you haven’t seen anything yet, my darling~.” Penny replied.

Megan merely gave a smirk as she updated some information on her tablet. “Tell you what, Shortstack, I’ll give you the exact dimensions when I own the place.” she slyly remarked to Jenna as she typed.

Josie whipped her head towards the pig.

“Excuse me? You really think I came all the way down here just to watch a prissy little pig like you take over the place? You can go ahead and give up on those delusions, Sweetie. The business world was meant for foxes, not piglets.” she said with a snicker.

Megan glared at her with fire in her eyes. “Oh? Is that so? I didn’t realize this industry was pioneered by camera-hogging blimps willing to make a clown of themselves just to take the spotlight.” she spat, digging a finger into Josie’s bloated stomach against her tight dress.

Penny began to get a bit nervous, putting her hands up. “Now, girls~....” she tried to calm the tension.

Josie, seething with rage and red across her cheeks, looked down and dunked her hand in the chocolate river, before slathering it across Megan’s mouth.

Megan looked ready to erupt with rage. She looked around for a way to return fire, opting to grab the ice cream cone from Katie’s hand.

“Hey!” the bird snapped.

That ice cream cone found its way plunged into Josie’s mouth. Her eyes went wide as Megan shoved it between her lips with so much force that she slipped, her bloated body almost impossible to hold steadily.

Everyone watched as she tumbled back, falling into the chocolate-stone cliff wall where chocolate trickled through in small streams.

She used the rocky surface to hold onto to try to get back up, but she gave a muffled gasp as she felt her hips catch, her dress making a ripping sound as she pulled.

She tried to turn around, realizing that her wide hips had completely become wedged between the chocolate fudge stones. She could feel where she tore her dress, chocolate trickling over her ample rear. Her cheeks were warm with embarrassment, but more than anything, she was glaring with fury at Megan.

“See? My point exactly~.” the pig mocked in triump, smirking at her.

Penny stepped forward to break up the argument, before she heard a beeping noise. Quickly producing a small timer-like device from her cleavage, her face went white.

“O-Okay, everyone~! It’s looking about time to be on our way! The mice have informed me that a chocolate flood will be coming shortly! Let’s get back to the boat and get ourselves somewhere safe to watch, alright~?” she called, trying to keep the panic from her voice.

Megan raised a brow. “A flood? How does this river even–” but Penny wasn’t willing to discuss the matter, quickly grabbing the girl’s wrist to start their descent.

One by one, the girls began to follow her lead down the cliffside, but as Jenna started her way down, she looked back, her heart sinking.

Josie was still back there. She wasn’t just stuck. She was wedged.

“W-Wait! Sh-She’s–” Jenna tried, but Camille grabbed her arm. “She’ll figure it out, just go!”

The cheetah shoved her, not wanting to get caught behind a doe willing to risk her own safety.

They piled onto the boat, and as the mice began to row, they all looked up at the stuck fox.

“Josie! Get out of there!” they called.

Josie was frantic. She pushed and yanked, trying to wedge herself free, tears in her eyes as she began to panic. “Hmmph! Mm-Mmph!” she screamed, muffled by the ice cream clogging her mouth.

After a while, they could all feel a rumbling begin to shake the surface of the chocolate river. They could hear water rushing.

No, not water…

“The flood is here…” Miss Porkette murmured under her breath, her cheerful, singing voice suddenly absent.

Josie felt the chocolate that sputtered across her ass begin to increase. She started feeling it spill down her legs, and she couldn’t help but blush from the warmth of it under her dress.

But fear was what made her heart begin to race. She yanked and slammed her fists on the stones.

“HNNNNPH!!” she screamed at the boat, as if they even had time to turn back now.

Jenna looked up at Penny, her ears down in fear. “I-Is… she going to be alright?”

For once, Miss Porkette was silent.

The group all held their breath as they watched the violent flow of chocolate approach the falls. Josie tried one last glance back, one last pull to throw herself into the chocolate waters below. But it was hopeless. She tried to get out one last scream past the ice cream as the chocolate flowed right towards the cliff.

Slowly, it began to dawn on her how bad her position truly was. This small crack in the cliff was the only place along the fudge stones where the chocolate leaked from. A single hole in a dam. Bent over and wedged, Josie now served as the cork for that hole–leaving only one place for the chocolate to go.

Her legs buckled. A muffled gasp came from her as she felt the force of the flow push inside her. Her tight panties did nothing to stop the flow of an entire flood, the fabric stretched thin and pushed aside as Josie felt herself begin to fill.

What was once a small bulge of over-indulgence began to bloat. Her stomach slowly ballooned.

The tour fled the boat and stepped ashore to safety, as they watched the toll on the helpless vixen.

Her eyes rolled as she felt herself swell. It was difficult to hear over the roar of the flood, but threads of her dress began to pull taut and stretch.

It wasn’t long before she stopped struggling. She couldn’t. Her muscles twitched. Instead, she could merely shake and moan at the overwhelming force. Slowly, she filled. Her stomach began to look pregnant with a full litter. Then… even further.

Stretch marks began to make themselves visible as her entire body began to bloat. Her hips looked like they were getting wedged even worse and worse. They grew wider, her ass ballooning a bit behind her, her breasts spilling over her dress little by little. But all of it paled in comparison to her stomach, which grew engorged and gurgled like some sort of bomb ready to explode.

“What’s… happening to her…?” Olivia uttered, so stunned by what she was seeing that she dropped her phone to the creamy floor below.

Josie’s shaking legs began to bloat. It was as if the chocolate were filling every inch of her body just to keep her stomach from exploding. The stones that held her in place began to crack as she ballooned.

As she grew, her paws couldn’t even reach the ground anymore. She felt herself lifted by her own fat.

“HMPPHH?! MMN-NPH!!!” she screamed, kicking her useless legs and flailing her fattened arms. She sobbed as she threw her tantrum, and the girls all watched as it seemed the woman practically lost her mind.

The group could hear creaking as Josie was pushed to her limits. It seemed as though it would only take a few more brief seconds before the fox found her explosive end to the tour, her body becoming more and more exposed as her dress split here and there where the fabric could no longer stretch any further.

The flow pushed and pushed on, and the once-curvaceous vixen swelled into an utter blimp as the chocolate found its new container.

Miss Porkette looked down as the device made another beep, and almost in that exact moment, the flood began to slowly taper off. The waning flow eventually caught up to Josie, and after a few more moments of rapid filling and muffled groans, the chocolate stopped, and the falls returned to normal…

No one moved for a long moment. As if they were all uncertain whether taking a breath would be all it took to make the blimp of a vixen burst at the seams.

They all listened to the churning, sloshing, and creaking, before finally, she began to take shaking breaths, panting and groaning with muffled discomfort as the pain of countless gallons of chocolate and calories settling began to make her insides feel stretched thin. She was a complete mess, covered and dripping with chocolate.

But at least that chocolate could be washed off. Much harder to fix was the chocolate inside of her, that had bloated her into an unrecognizable parody of the shapely woman she had been mere minutes ago, her dress splitting and bulging as it tried to hold onto her engorged physique.

She made pathetic moans as she whimpered, chocolate dripping past the now-melting ice cream crammed between her lips, as if she were so overfilled that it had started coming up her throat and trying to leak out the front of her just to make room. A theory that was supported, Jenna noticed with a red face, by the trickles of chocolate leaking from her bloated nipples bulging through her stretched red dress.

She was enormous. She was ruined, probably for the rest of her life. And yet… Jenna couldn’t pull her eyes away.

Shakily, she glanced around, seeing that no one even made a move to help her, each of them stunned in silence.

“W-Well, I’m very sorry, Miss Josie!” Penny Porkette finally broke the silence, her sing-song voice back, if a bit shaky. “But I’d say your participation in the tour has concluded!”

Jenna glanced over at the woman, a bit horrified at how easily she wrote off the situation.

“I-Isn’t that… kind of the least of her problems?” Olivia muttered, even the monotonous rabbit completely stunned at the sight of the woman above them.

“Mayhaps so! Unfortunately Miss Josie might have to pull the curtain on those dreams of a moviestar’s figure!” the woman said with a snorting giggle.

Everyone glanced at the pig morbidly at how she seemed so lighthearted about the whole situation.

Penny’s chuckles were interrupted by a swallow, and a gurgle. Everyone slowly looked up. It seemed Josie had managed to choke down the melted ice cream, and she panted, tears streaming down her ice cream-stained cheeks.

“Y-You… RUINED ME! LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID TO ME!” she roared, everyone taking a step back at the way her every violent movement made an ominous rumble from her body. Jenna couldn’t tell which of the pigs the woman was screaming at, but she winced at how she sobbed and jerked her head about like a madwoman.

“GET ME OUT OF HERE! I’M GETTING IN THAT BOAT! AFTER ALL THIS, THERE’S NOT A CHANCE IN HELL I’M LETTING THAT LITTLE BITCH WIN!”

Megan just offered a smirk in return, putting her hand on her hip. “Oh, look at that, now her figure matches her manners.” she said off-handedly as she made a few updates on her tablet, presumably removing Josie as one of her potential threats.

Josie screamed an incoherent mess of vulgar sounds as she tried to move, her body gurgling and bubbling with each motion.
Jenna’s eyes went wide, realizing the vixen might burst here and now if she kept that up.

“M-Miss Porkette!” the doe quickly blurted out, the pig spinning to face her. “Th-There’s no way she can stay in the competition? N-No way at all?”

Porkette merely raised a brow. “Darling, she can’t walk!” she mused with a snicker. “How would you expect her to stay in the tour?”

Jenna looked down, her ears flat with disappointment, before an idea slowly dawned on her.

Quickly, she moved towards the bank of the river, and everyone gasped.

“What the hell are you doing? Are you crazy?” Camille scoffed.

“J-Just… hold these.” Jenna said, handing her glasses to her.

Without another word, she dived in. The chocolate was much thicker than water, and much harder to swim through. And as if that weren’t bad enough, she felt heavy and tired from stuffing her poor stomach with sweets. The lethargic slowness began to make her arms ache as she dragged herself through the heavy chocolate river.

Finally, she managed to pull herself ashore onto the fudge stones. Huffing and groaning, she slowly made her way up, sopping with chocolate, as the crowd watched in suspense.

Out of breath, she stepped to the top, practically ready to collapse against the fox.

“W-What are you doing up here?!” she choked through bitter tears. “G-Get away from me!” The woman made another fruitless attempt to move, her body churning.

“I’m… saving you! J-Just… *huff*... stop moving!” Jenna wheezed.

She slowly put her hands against the side of Josie. She blushed as she felt her touch sink into bloated fat, hearing the seams of her dress split under the pressure she applied.

“W-What do you think you’re doing?! S-Stop!” Josie snapped.

“J-Just… h-hold still!”

Jenna closed her eyes, and dug her hooves into the ground. With all her strength, she started pushing.

She could hear the vixen bubble and groan as she heaved, but she didn’t relent. Her arms shaking and legs buckling, she pushed until, with a gasp, she felt Josie wedge free.

What she hadn’t accounted for, however, was the momentum of such a massive weight.

“Uh oh.”

As soon as she was freed from the tight purchase, Josie was soaring through the air, jiggling and flailing helplessly.

Time seemed to slow down as the screams from the boat matched those of the blubbery meteor about to strike it.

Please don’t pop. I don’t want to be a murderer. Please don’t pop. Oh my God I’m going to jail. All Jenna could do was pray.

With a deafening THFMPH! the chocolate-filled fox hit the boat, the entire thing swaying, with Camille desperately trying to arrange the heaviest passengers on the opposite side of Josie to avoid capsizing.

After a few long moments of everyone holding their breath, everything fell silent.

Then a rumble…

BROOAAAAARP!

The thunderous belch burst from the bloated fox, and she tried to move her paws to cover her reddened face.

Katie couldn’t help but snort and giggle, and Haley merely smirked at her, putting a large paw against Josie’s bloated side.

“Suddenly I’m looking a lot less like a shameless cow, hm?” she said with a cheeky smile.

Josie seemed to try so hard to spit back a response, but the only sound she made was another string of moans and burps every time one of the curious passengers touched her.

“S-Stop! G-Get–BRUUARP!–get away f–OOUURRP!–from me!” she said, screaming and crying like a spoiled child.

All Jenna could do was sigh in relief from her perch on the cliff.

As the first day drew to a close, Miss Porkette led the way to where the tourists would be spending their nights during the duration of their visit. The building to the side of the factory was a resort hotel of sorts, complete with gift shops, food courts (as if they were necessary in a place where even the fountains and benches were edible), and rooms.

“Here you are, darlings~! Speak to the front desk, and they’ll be happy to arrange rooms for you all! And, Jenna?”

The doe’s heart dropped as she heard her name called out in particular.

The portly woman pointed towards the bloated ball of fox behind her.

“Since you’re responsible for that one, you two will share a room~.” she chimed with a smile.

Jenna’s face immediately painted crimson.

“R-Responsible? W-What do you mean by–” but she didn’t get to finish by the time Penny Porkette was already prancing her way back towards the factory.

“Have a lovely sleep, darlings~! Tomorrow’s a big day!” she called.

While Megan and Katie went inside to get their rooms, Jenna noticed that most of the girls seemed to crowd around Josie, taking in the sheer sight of her. Jenna couldn’t help but feel a bit of pity for the fox-blimp, and she shuffled her way over.

“I didn’t even think it was possible for a fox to get this massive…” Camille uttered, shaking her head in disbelief at the churning under her touch as she pushed on Josie’s bloated side, a backed up belch escaping the vixen.

“S-Stop! Don’t touch me!” she hissed. “Lay your filthy hands on me and I’ll–”

But she was interrupted by her own yelp, and then a moan. Behind her, Olivia cracked a cruel smirk. “You’ll what? Roll around like a chocolate balloon?” she mocked.

Josie gasped as she felt Olivia pull on her stretched-tight panties, before letting it go.

Snap!

Crimson painted the fox’s face as she felt herself sway from the impact as it snapped back against her, her plump sex jiggling.

Something about not being able to reach anything for herself made her feel so… vulnerable. She practically drooled as she considered trying to reach a hand back there herself, knowing very well that it would be a fruitless effort.

As the girls finally left, Jenna wasn’t able to escape Camille’s judgemental gaze, which darted towards her bloated stomach.

“You better watch what you put in that gut of yours, too, Doughy. That shirt’s starting to leave less and less to the imagination.” she huffed with a sound of disgust, shivering at the mere sight of the ball of fat that Jenna’s stomach was becoming.

With bright red cheeks, Jenna stepped forward towards Josie.

The fox merely shot her a lazy, defeated glare.

“G-Go on, make a mockery of me and leave… *huff*... just like them.”

Jenna winced. “Th-That’s… not why I’m here. The girls were… kinda rotten to you back there. I-I’m… sorry.”

As she spoke, she placed her hands on Josie’s side. The fox winced, and glared at her.

“W-What do you think you’re doing?!”

Jenna scoffed. “I’m trying to help you!” she retorted, gritting her teeth as she set to pushing. Slowly, the fox began to roll towards the rooms.

“I-I can walk perfectly fine, thank you!”

Jenna glanced down at the vixen’s legs. What were once curvaceous but elegant appendages were now little more than bloated rolls leading to her useless paws. Jenna narrowed her eyes at the fox.

“Right….” she said with a sigh, rolling her eyes. “Can you just drop the ego for a second? I just want to help.”

The vixen snarled. “Why?! What’s in it for you?! What could you possibly want from me?!” she barked.

Jenna’s heart started to beat at the thought of ‘something in it for her’.

Ew, no! That’s so inappropriate! Bad brain! Bad!

“N-Nothing is in it for me! Porkette said that I was responsible for you, okay?!” Jenna finally spat back.

Josie practically seemed to boil at the sound of the pig’s name, before she seemed to look Jenna up and down.

“Responsible for me…? Well, I suppose it’s about time we were treated to servants around here~. You can start by running me a warm bath.” she said, holding her chin up proudly, her pompous tone returning slightly.

It took Jenna a few seconds to realize…

Wait… did she just say a bath?

The amount of work it took to get Josie into her room was enough to leave Jenna feeling sore and miserable.

However, if that weren’t enough, there was still the task of…

“How is my bath coming along?” Josie called, as if speaking to her butler.

Jenna, with a shaking hand, turned off the water.

“I-It’s… ready.”

She swallowed, before walking towards the bed that Josie laid against. Josie was trying to find a way to reach her paws to the ground, looking ready to cry at the thought that she couldn’t.

Trying to clear her mind, Jenna closed her eyes, and slowly rolled her to the bathroom.

However, as she pushed her towards the bath, Josie grabbed the sink to stop herself.

“Excuse me?” Josie huffed.

Jenna looked up, trying to figure out exactly what could be the matter now.

Her face burned as Josie lazily spread her useless legs.

“Undress me first, you brat.”

Jenna’s breath felt hot in her own throat at the sight of Josie’s stretched-thin panties.

“Y-Yes M-Ma’am.” was all she could think to say.

The doe began the long, difficult process of undressing the fox, practically having to peel her from her dress and underwear. Only when she spilled from the skin-tight clothes did Jenna really get to see just how massive she was, practically filling the entirety of the bathroom, leaving Jenna cramped.

“D-Don’t just sit there staring!” Josie snapped, red-faced. “Get me in the water before it gets cold!”

She clearly tried to stomp her foot in a show of entitlement, but all she managed was a pathetic jiggle of her leg.

With shaking arms, Jenna heaved the fox over the side of the bath. However…

“Too fast!” Josie cried.

Eyes going wide, Jenna hardly had time to gasp as the fox grabbed her by her shirt, pulling the two of them into the tub, tumbling.

For a long moment, Jenna couldn’t tell what happened. She wasn’t even sure if she was awake. The world felt… underwater.

Then, she realized, it was just her who was underwater.

She began to panic, trying to find an escape, before she felt her glasses smushed by something heavy, and something soft that pressed against her mouth.

Without thinking, her lips parted, and she felt as her tongue pressed against the short tufts of fur around…

She opened her eyes, and could see Josie’s spread thighs beneath the water, her bloated sex squished against Jenna’s mouth.

Bubbles came up from the water as Jenna tried to gasp, before trying to conserve what little air she had.

However, she swallowed as she felt Josie try to move.

“W-What do you think you’re doing down there, y-you little brat–”

The words were interrupted by a shameless moan, her entire body shaking as she shuddered.

Before Jenna could move, she felt Josie begin to buck her hips.

She tried to desperately shake her head to get her to stop, but before she knew it, Josie was practically grinding against her tongue.

Jenna’s eyes rolled. At first, she grabbed the fox’s thighs to use as a way to escape the water. But after a second of hesitation, she practically used them for leverage, licking with desperation at the bucking, bloated fox. Above the water, she could hear distant moans and belches, but she didn’t focus on that.

All she focused on was pushing deeper into the fox, licking and licking, until, stiffening, she could hear the fox cry out, a climactic release as the pent up vixen released a gush of warm excitement against the doe’s tongue. Jenna couldn’t tell if it was just some strange fantasy or if it were… real. All she knew was that she could hear the unmistakable sounds of that vixen’s violent orgasm on top of her.

And it was probably good timing, too. Jenna was starting to feel ready to pass out down there.

Jenna barely slept that night. She laid staring at the ceiling, trying to figure out what other madness would come of this tour.

Four rooms lay before the group. Where will the tour go next?

A) Pizzeria Palace

B) The Sodatron

C) Blueberry Barn

D) Donutopia

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This chapter ended up being a bit longer than I thought. lol. woops.