Porkette's Feast Factory - Chapter 4 (Patreon)

Chapter 4 - The Candy Mines

It was at that point that the tour began to have a… bit of a different air about it.

Before, most of the tour tried their best to give Miss Penny Porkette the benefit of the doubt. To chalk up her misguidance thus far to simple safety oversights from the quirky pig. Josie wasn’t exactly eager to forgive such oversights, but at the very least, wonder seemed to trump horror when it came to the marvels of the factory.

Now, the tourists were unsure.

With each step, it became harder and harder to ignore the lack of Olivia’s presence, even if she did have her head buried behind her phone screen most of the time. Porkette’s jovial hum did little to soothe the spirits of the girls. If anything, quite the opposite. It almost seemed as if she were more detached from reality than ever after what they’d just witnessed.

“M-Maybe she’ll be okay…?” Jenna tried to suggest hopefully.

Josie glanced back at the doe over herself as Jenna rolled her. “What are you, stupid?” the bloated vixen hissed. “She outgrew the barn and wouldn’t stop getting bigger! Not to mention she was creaking like a waterballoon!”

“W-Well, yeah, but… if they got the juice out of her, then maybe–”

“Stupid brat! There’s no way anything that looked like that will ever go back to normal!” Josie snapped, taking any last ounces of hope that Jenna might have been able to hold onto.

Jenna felt annoyed, narrowing her eyes at the massive fox. “Oh yeah? And what about you?”

Josie scoffed. “What about me? I’m not even a fraction of her size! It’s completely different!”

Jenna snorted at that. “What are you talking about? Y-You’re completely helpless! You need me to do almost everything for you now!”

Jenna could feel herself regretting the words right as they came out of her mouth. Both because Josie’s temper was not something to trifle with, and because she felt her own cheeks grow warm at her own words, the thought of the overfilled vixen being completely reliant on her feeling strangely appealing.

By unfortunate timing, Jenna hardly paid attention to where her hands landed as she rolled the fox along, Josie silently gasping as Jenna realized she had a hand between the fox’s spread, swollen thighs, her fingers pushing against the plump cameltoe that bulged against the stretched panties, a few threads popping under her touch.

“I-Is this some kind of sick way of you mocking me…?” Josie spat with a shiver, her face painted red and flushed.

Jenna swallowed, shaking. “N-No, I wasn’t–... I didn’t mean–... I–”

The chubby doe couldn’t even find the words, her hands shaking and her heart thumping.

“I was just–”

“Now, now, girls~! Let’s not get riled up back there~! Plenty of fun left for the day ahead!” Porkette chimed from the front, sensing the tension behind her.

However, that promise of ‘fun’ had a slightly grim hint to it now, after what the girls had witnessed. It left the tour walking in cautious silence. All except Josie, who couldn’t quite walk, and Haley, who couldn’t keep silent for long.

“Uggh, I’m starvin’. I didn’t get to eat a single thing back at the barn!” the bear whined, stomping her foot hard enough to send a rolling wave passing through her massive frame as if she were made of gelatin. The girls watched apprehensively as she jiggled, the buttons on her top creaking as if they would blow from the motion.

Megan raised a brow at the bear. “Seriously? Don’t you think you’ve had enough lately?” she retorted with a glance at the bear’s bloated midsection.

Haley scoffed at that. “Are you kiddin’?! I don’t care if I start looking like Josie! I came here for food, dammit!” she complained, throwing her fists down at her sides like a child throwing a tantrum.

Josie snarled. “What did you just say, you bloated brat?!” the vixen hissed, reaching out and rocking back and forth in an attempt to send herself towards the bear she wanted to get her claws on so badly. “You’d like nothing like me! All this… blubber can’t hide true beauty!” she huffed, wincing as she used the word ‘blubber’.

Megan snorted as she glanced up from her tablet. “Looks like it’s doing a pretty good job at it to me.” she muttered.

Jenna glared at the cruel pig, before she raised her brow, confused. “Wait a minute, isn’t Camille usually the one who’s supposed to bully people for their figures?” the doe asked, looking around for her.

Strangely, the cheetah wasn’t walking up at the front like she usually was. Instead, she was trailing far behind, doubled over and holding her stomach.

Katie was tapping away at her phone, checking what was trending this morning, when she heard the faintest creaking of fabric.

With a curious glance behind her, she watched as Camille’s flat chest slowly pushed out against her top. What were once mere suggestions of bumps in her sports bra began to grow into B cups. Katie just watched in disbelief as they filled out the tight-fitting top. They were still remarkably smaller than Katie’s own generous bust, but it was impossible not to notice the change.

That is, unless you were Camille, who seemed so distraught over her upset stomach that she didn’t even notice her chest.

“God, I feel sick to my stomach…. And my top feels so tight. What, am I gaining weight just by being around you cows?” she scoffed in annoyance, practically shivering at the dreadful thought.

As she tried to stand up straight, she opened her mouth to say something– “BWUUAARP!”

The cheetah threw her hands over her mouth as quickly as she could, her face cherry red.

Katie couldn’t even think to tell her about her chest now. She was too busy holding in a laugh, snorting as tears came to her eyes.

“S-Shut it!” Camille screamed at her as the bird burst into laughter. “You have no right to laugh after the way I’ve seen you pig out!”

Katie finished her laughing fit with a few more giggles, before shrugging. “Whatever you say, Not-So-Flatboard~!”

With that, the bird skipped along.

Camille raised an annoyed brow, not getting what she meant by that remark. With an exhausted shake of her head, she followed after the feathered bimbo.

After another ten minutes’ journey, the girls finally settled, and Jenna took some time to revel in the peace and quiet. As much as she could while she rolled the jiggling, sloshing fox along the path, at least.

However, something didn’t quite sit right with Jenna. She couldn’t quite place what was different, until she noticed that Josie was no longer desperately trying to cling to any attention she could find.

The camera crew!

Sure enough, there was no sight of them. Jenna couldn’t quite remember when she last saw them, or when they had split from the tour.

That only made the sinister air in the factory all the more palpable. Had they been asked to leave? Was this part of the tour top-secret?

Jenna swallowed as nervous thoughts raced through her mind. Whatever the answer was, she was sure she wouldn’t like it.

The further they walked, the more narrow the massive corridors became. The grand hallways eventually cinched into tight passages that would only allow for two girls to pass through at a time shoulder-to-shoulder. Or one Haley.

Or half a Josie.

“Push, you little brat! Hey! Be careful!”

“Y-You just told me to push!”

The tour was beginning to leave Jenna and Josie behind as the fox found herself forming a blockade in the hallway.

“Come on, girls!” Miss Porkette called back to them “We’re nearly there~!”

Jenna put her back into it, but pushing Josie this far had practically sapped all her strength. With sweat trickling down her, she panted as she leaned against the fox for a break.
“I–... *huff*... can’t….”

Josie’s face was bright red, both with humilation and anger. “Useless brat! I can’t believe I got stuck with you!”

Jenna didn’t have a short fuse to her temper, but that certainly lit it, her face scrunched into a grimace. “Are you kidding?! You got stuck with me?! You’re only in this stupid tour still because I offered to help!”

Josie lifted her nose as far out of her fat neck as she could to look as pompous as possible. Not that Jenna could even see it from behind her. “And some help you were!” she snapped sarcastically.

Steam practically came out of the chubby doe’s ears, and she opened her mouth to yell, before a voice interrupted her.

“Oh for God’s sake!” Megan huffed. Jenna jumped, completely caught off guard by the pig who seemed to be trapped back there as well behind Josie.

“O-Oh! Megan… S-Sorry, I didn’t realize you were–”

“No fucking way I’m losing this tour just because of some fat-assed fox and her loser caretaker!” she barked, stepping back for a running start.

Josie practically saw red. “What did you just say, you littl–”

Josie was interrupted by her own yelp as she felt Megan’s hoof connect straight against her ass, her body jiggling and groaning as the pig’s running kick sent her bursting forward, the walls of the hallway cracking and chips of paint knocked free from the friction.

Josie was dazed, groaning at the end of the corridor, just behind the tour, who looked back at her in shock.

Megan reached up to fix the loose bang of her hair that had come free as she caught her breath, adjusting her earrings.

Jenna just stood there, stunned, a bit of flush to her cheeks.

“I-I–... uhm–... th-thank y–”

“Save it, Soft-Serve.” Megan snapped, walking by the doe without another word, bumping her shoulder as she passed. “I already told you, I’m winning this thing.”

As the girls reconvened at the end of the hallway, Miss Porkette turned on her hooves, and spread her arms in a showful gesture, her chest bouncing as she did. “Behold, girls~! I present to you: the Candy Mines!”

At first glance, this destination was decidedly less grand than the last two. Beyond the curvaceous tour guide laid a massive entrance to a mineshaft that seemed to burrow down into the bowels of the earth beneath the factory. Large pillars on either side of the shaft supported the structure and presumably kept the mine from caving in. Above the entrance was a wooden sign that seemed to have been purposefully worn down and dirtied so as to give an authentic “abandoned wild west mineshaft” aesthetic.

However, rather than the smell of dirt and metal in the air, this room smelled just as sweet as anywhere else in the factory. Even moreso than the corridors, in fact, as a faint sugary scent seemed to waft from the mines below.

Minecarts were flung around the room haphazardly, left on their sides or abandoned on the tracks, which led down the path into the mines. Holding the lever that controlled these tracks was a single mouse worker. She wore a miner’s helmet with a headlamp that was so big on her it covered her eyes, and a fake thick mustache above her lip. She seemed to be going for that “gritty foreman” look.

Porkette looked down at her with a wide grin, clasping her hands together. “Ah, Bibel~! There you are!” she exclaimed, running over to talk to the mousy miner.

The girls stood there, taking in the… less than impressive sight of the rustic mine.

“My point still stands. We have yet to see a single actual factory room.” Megan pointed out.

“I mean, the barn had, like, those tubes and stuff in it. Does that count?” Katie added.

“Eh.” Jenna made a fifty-fifty motion with her hand.

“At least this one’s indoors this time.” said Josie.

“Thank God, my feet are killing me.” Haley complained.

Unfortunately, Camille was still groaning and incapable of making fun of Haley for that one.

Finally, the girls’ attention was caught as they heard the sound of metal clanging. The tracks shifted, and Porkette tapped one of the carts with a smile. “Hop in, girls~!” she called. “We’re going spelunking!”

Jenna counted the carts. Seven. One for each of them.

“She can’t be serious.” Megan murmured.

But, of course, she was. One by one, the girls loaded into the carts. Stuffing Josie into one was a bit of a struggle, but luckily they were big enough that it wasn’t an impossible task. Porkette stepped into hers at the front, and gave a salute to the mouse at the controls. “Alright, Bibel~! Send us down!” she declared.

With a bit of effort, the mouse yanked the lever, and with a loud CLANG! the carts suddenly lurched, before slowly beginning to roll forward.

As the girls neared the tipping point into the mines, Jenna swallowed. She hadn’t realized how steep the drop was until now.

“OMG, is this like a roller coaster?!” Katie realized, a massive smile on her face as she fumbled to pull out her phone to capture the drop.

“U-Uh… is this safe…?” Jenna nervously tried to ask Porkette from her spot in the back.

“Hold on, girls~!” Porkette exclaimed, smiling.

“Oh God no….” Camille groaned, already having been nursing her aching stomach.

As the carts tipped over the edge, they launched down the rails. One by one, the girls shot down the spiraling mineshafts in their hurtling carts, the tracks seeming frictionless with how much momentum they gained.

Screams echoed through the caverns as the girls held on for dear life, Camille looking ready to throw up as she clutched her turning stomach.

The rapid ride couldn’t last forever, though. To Jenna’s relief, she could see a faint glow at the bottom of the tunnel. Some end to this junkyard roller coaster, she hoped.

The girls were bucked as the tracks leveled out at the bottom. Haley was thrown onto her ass in her cart, and Josie jiggled wildly from the motion, looking almost as green as Camille was.

The tourists all instinctively took cover in the minecarts, not sure how rocky the ride would end. However, to their surprise, the minecarts began to slow to a stop before the buffer locked them into place at the end of the track.

They all took quick, gasping breaths, each of them seeming a bit surprised to still be alive.

“Are you crazy?! You could have gotten us killed back there!” Camille hissed as soon as she got up from her cart.

Porkette merely chuckled, the large pig woman sitting curtly in her cart, completely unbothered by the ride. She stepped out with the same mirth on her face as always. “Absolutely not, my dear~. I assure you, plenty take this ride on the daily with absolutely no accidents of any kind.”

As Jenna shakily pulled herself up out of her cart and adjusted her glasses, she saw what the wacky factory owner meant. Hundreds of those mice workers marched through the mines, hard hats and headlamps equipped as they delved into the bowels of the caves.

Jenna was so fascinated by the complex tunnels and caverns that sprawled out in a network all around her, that she hardly even noticed the most eye-catching part of the mine until Haley pointed it out.

“I-It’s all… candy!!” the portly bear cried out with drool dripping from her maw as she desperately tried to pull herself out of the large cart.

Porkette gave a slow nod. “Indeed~! Before you is the Candy Mines! The stone you see is all actually a dense fudge, and that ‘ore’ is the candy buried inside it!”

Jenna looked for herself, and just like Porkette said, there were dots of brightly-coloured candies scattered through the stone, waiting to be dug out by the mousy excavators.

“Wait, you’re telling me this isn’t just a tourist trap? This is an actual candy mine?” Megan asked as she stepped out, a quizzical brow raised in disbelief.

“How is that even possible? A mine made of candy?” Josie asked with a scoff. “I’ve never heard of such a thing.”

“I’d hope not, darling! This is the only one in the whole world!” Porkette proudly declared, hands on her wide hips. “Our scientists once found a formula to create a regenerating candy. A never-ending source, so to speak. Since it was dangerous to allow an infinitely-growing candy source to just lie around, we were forced to bury it deep underground. But that did not cease its growth.”

Porkette walked towards a fudge wall of the mineshaft and gently touched it. As if to prove her point, the chocolatey stones beneath her hand began to grow outward ever slightly, jutting into a rockier surface rather than the smooth cut it had been a moment ago.

“Ever the optimists, we realized we’d need to make the most of the situation~. We created the Candy Mines. It allowed the regenerating candy source to grow until the entire foundation of the factory rested atop a dense deposit of solid chocolate and sweets. From there, our miners got to work. Tunnels and caverns were dug out, and mineshafts were constructed. Since then, this mine has been the primary source of all candy contents in Porkette-brand foods.”

Megan shook her head, taking a few notes on her tablet. “Hardly seems in regulation with construction safety standards.” she sighed, seeming to grow tired of having to point that out.

Camille snorted at that. “Okay, that’s just fairytale magic at that point. No way something like that actually exists.” the cheetah argued with a flick of her tail, idly fixing her sports bra as she began to feel it pinch for the fifth time.
“I dunno, looks pretty real to me~!” Katie chirped between different peace sign poses as she took pictures of herself from various angles around the mine.

Camille rolled her eyes and scrunched her nose in disgust as Katie stuck her ass out right in front of her for another scandalous picture of herself. Camille was half-surprised her ass hadn’t popped out of those skin-tight shorts by now.

“Or it could be that you’re willing to believe anything about sweets when you’re hungry, you airhead.” she muttered snarkily, poking the chubby bird’s ass with a claw.

With a quick hand, Katie grabbed her by the wrist and pushed the cheetah’s whole hand against her rear, practically making Camille grope her. The cheetah’s eyes went wide, and Katie put on a shocked face.

“You perv! You just can’t help yourself, can you?!” the bird cried out in overly-theatrical shock as she snapped a couple pictures. Camille snatched her hand back, her cheeks red and her face reading in pure disgust and anger.

“What the fuck was that?!”

Katie winked as she waved her phone in front of her cheekily. “Just a little fan-service, Flatboard~. Keeps everyone nice and happy! Besides, don’t pretend like you didn’t enjoy it~.” she mused, sticking her tongue out as she walked away.

Camille’s lip twitched, her claws flexing as steam practically came out of her ears in her silent rage. To think that she’d ever want to touch something that looked like that! She shuddered.

All around them, the miners worked tirelessly. Carts were loaded, equipment was passed out, and boxes of chocolate and candy were brought to various parts of the mine and sorted into coherent piles. Not far, Jenna found her eyes trailing towards an enormous, imposing furnace. It was probably the biggest thing in the mineshaft that wasn’t made of candy. A large smeltery made of bricks and steel that roared with a fire that warmed the caves, and melted the chocolate that was just around it, leaving the mice needing to be careful where they stepped as they approached it.

Jenna watched the mice toss in massive chunks of chocolate by the shovel-full into the top of the roaring furnace, and others brought out trays of perfectly-smooth ingots from the mouth of the forge.

“Are those–...”

“Chocolate bars!” Porkette exclaimed, a wide smile. “Quite literally, in fact. Melted down into perfectly-condensed ingots of rich, mouthwatering bliss! We ship them back up to the rest of the factory to be used in just about anything and everything you’d expect to find chocolate in!”

Jenna was amazed. The process was so… practiced. So artistic. Even if the mere concept of it sounded like something ripped from fiction. Though she had to admit, the intensity of the sweet smells made her mouth water just from the few minutes she’d been here. She wasn’t sure how the miners didn’t resemble sumo wrestlers after working in these conditions.

Not everyone had quite such a steel will, though. Haley drooled as she let her nose lead her towards the other end of the chamber, where minecarts were lined with piles of candy and chocolate, ready to be shipped off. Biting her lip, she rubbed her chubby paws together, ready to dive in.

However, as she leaned in for her first handful, she found herself at the sharp point of various mining utensils, a small brigade of mice guarding the cart with scowls at the hungry bear.

“Oh! Haley, dear! I’m afraid you can’t help yourself to the candy inside the mines!”

The sound of Haley’s heart shattering was practically audible for the tourists.

“W-What?! Y’all brought me into a mine made of candy just to tell me I can’t have any?!” the southern bell bear practically screamed.

“Don’t worry, darling~! As soon as we get out of the mine, you’ll be allowed to help yourself to as much of its contents as you’d like!” Porkette promised.

But Haley hardly seemed content with that solution. She wasn’t hungry later. She was hungry now. Pouting, she crossed her arms as best she could over herself and wore a sour face, ears lying flat.

Despite the scene that Haley caused, Jenna couldn’t help but notice something. Logically, she’d expect that the railways would have two tracks. One for bringing raw candy up from the deep caverns, and one for exporting the refined candy up out of the mine. But at the end of the chamber, there was another track. One lined with minecarts full of candy, but they were being sent down into the mines. Jenna couldn’t help but linger on it.

“Ehm, Miss Porkette?” the shy doe prompted.

The pig perked, turning on her heels to give the deer her attention.

“That track. It’s sending candy down into the mines. Why?”

Porkette followed her gaze over to the track, before slowly nodding, as if just remembering that it was there at all. “Ah, that! Yes, that candy is the most important of all. You see, there’s something I didn’t mention to the other girls about the mines.”

Jenna’s ears laid flat at that. She wasn’t sure what the pig meant, but her curiosity got the better of her, and she leaned in to listen.

As Haley huffed about in disappointment, watching all of her precious candy be moved around and carried by the pesky mice, she felt a motion send a jiggle through her corpulent body. Looking down, she watched herself jiggle like gelatin, before realizing it was the ground beneath her that was vibrating.

Slowly, a couple miners finally began to take notice, and they began forming into a group of about thirty. The miners quickly ran down one of the tunnels, seeming to check out what was causing the disturbance.

Haley cracked a smile. Now was her chance!

Without any mice directly around the minecarts, she quickly tried to weigh her options. The one piled high with fudge seemed to be her best bet, since it was the only one she could properly hide in without being spotted. Wheezing and sweating in an attempt to get her fat legs up over the side of the cart, she clambered in, falling into the mountain of chocolate. Biting her lip, her mouth began to water as she looked around at her new fortune of sweets. “Come to Mama~.”

The pig did her best to keep her voice down so that only Jenna could hear her. “You see, the infinite candy experiment did not come without consequence. Various concentrations of sugar and sweets can begin to… grow unstable. They generate at a particularly rampant rate compared to the rest of the candy, and begin to… act on their own accord.”

“W-Wait, you mean like… gain sentience…?” Jenna asked, disbelief painting her features with a furrowed brow and a scrunched nose.

Just then, the rumble in the ground was much stronger. Everyone in the mines began to take notice now.

After a few seconds, an emergency siren began to ring, red lights dramatically washing over the mineshaft.

The countless miners all began to look between one another, before making a break for the minecarts to escape.

“W-What is that?!” Katie yelled, covering her ears and wincing from the loud sirens.

Porkette’s eyes widened, and she stood upright, a blank stare in her eyes. “A stampede.”

Jenna glanced at her nervously. “W-What?!”

Just then, the crowd of miners that had descended deep into the mine broke through the main chamber in a sprint, fleeing desperately for their lives.

Before anyone even had time to wonder what they were running from, another rumble came, this one feeling strong enough that it could cause a cave-in. Luckily, the supports along the walls of the mine held strong. But from the mouth of the deep cavern, dark, round shapes became visible in the light of the forge. The girls watched as massive, gelatinous mounds of various colours bounced forward. A herd of them. Taller and wider than any of the girls, even Josie, even the smallest of them loomed over the mousy miners that fled. Despite having no eyes, the jelly blobs stopped for a moment where they sat, as if taking in the chaos of the scene that lay before them.

“What…” Josie muttered, her mouth quivering with fear.

“...the fuck…” Camille breathed, swallowing nervously.

“...are those…?” Megan finished, somewhere between the dread of having to be in charge of problems like this soon, and disbelief at what she was looking at.

“SLIMES!” Katie screamed, snapping a quick picture of the creatures before running for the exit with the miners. Even she was smart enough to know that sticking around wasn’t a good idea.

As if spurred by her cry, the slimes finally stirred, bouncing forward. One of the red slimes leapt over its companions, straight into the air, and landed on an unfortunate mouse before she could make it to one of the carts. The girls all gasped as they watched the gelatinous blob engulf her as soon as it landed, the mouse looking in fear as she thrashed about inside the jelly prison.

“W-Why are they attacking? What’s it doing to her?!” Jenna asked Porkette desperately, fear pounding at her mind as she wondered what fate awaited the poor miner.

Porkette looked grimly at the trapped mouse. “Candy was made for one reason, and one reason only. To be eaten. When it becomes sentient, it’s willing to take that matter into its own hands….”

The mouse inside opened her mouth in a silent scream. However, as soon as she did, her eyes went as wide as dinner plates. Jenna watched in shock as the mouse’s throat began to bulge. Something was forcing its way into her mouth, and it didn’t take long to figure out what. The mouse winced as a gurgling sound could be heard. Still thrashing, her movements began to slow slightly as her jumpsuit tightened a bit around her waist. Slowly, her midriff began to swell, pushing her belt under her stomach. The fabric began to cling tighter and tighter to her as the shape of her bellybutton began to show through the suit, the curve of her belly rounding out more and more as her struggles grew weaker and weaker.

Jenna couldn’t believe her eyes. After a few moments, it became obvious. The slime was shrinking. Slowly, the mouse’s gelatinous prison began to grow smaller as the whimpering mouse inside grew bigger.

It was such a strange process. In order to make enough room, her body began to stretch, her stomach bloating, swollen and rotund as if she were rapidly proceeding through the stages of pregnancy. However, unlike the miracle of life, this was unnatural and grotesque, as the churning inside her was followed by her figure thickening and widening. Splits and tears could be heard, muffled inside the slime. Her ass began to rapidly pile on pounds, bursting through the weakest threads in the jumpsuit’s fabric and stretching it thin. Not long after, her chest began to swell, her nipples bulging through the thin fabric as they looked ready to burst with slime. Her limbs weren’t far behind, thickening and becoming more and more difficult for her to move. Slowly, the rest of her seemed to be trying to catch up to her midsection, which had only swollen even further to the point that no pregnancy Jenna knew of had ever reached. Her belt exploded apart violently, and with that, fat bulged outward rapidly. She was now completely immobilized, bloated and buried beneath slime-inflated blubber. Her face was barely visible from Jenna’s view. Jenna only managed to catch a glance of her head as the last of the slime slipped into her mouth, leaving her cheeks filled with the inability to swallow anymore, her eyes watering, and her throat bulging with an overflow of the candy slime. Despite being a mere mouse, she was now similar in size to Josie, and Jenna could hardly believe that the small mouse hadn’t burst at the seams as her jumpsuit was slowly beginning to do. The mouse could merely lay there, moaning, reaching out for help with helpless hands.

As slimes continued to fall upon various fleeing mice–Jenna counted five unfortunate victims so far–the girls began to make a run for the minecarts, trying to peel through the waves of miners.

Porkette, who had been so kind and polite to the small mice before, was now downright vicious, knocking them aside with her umbrella and plowing through.
“Get away! Back off!” she barked at the mice, who cowered from her as she did.

Jenna swallowed nervously, never really knowing that Porkette had a side like that to her. Even Megan narrowed her eyes at the strange behaviour. However, as Megan ran for the exit herself, she felt one of the over-inflated mice desperately grab onto the back of her shirt, silently pleaing for help.

Megan turned her snout up in disgust at the mouse, and shoved her helpless hand off.

With a wide-eyed gasp, the mouse felt as that small push was enough to start her momentum rolling.

Jenna looked in horror as she watched the mouse slowly roll back, going over the bend and down the slope into the deep, dark caverns below. She even knocked into the carts on the track, sending the train of candy-filled minecarts barreling down with her. And just like that, the enormous mouse vanished into the dark.

Jenna hoped that the factory had a way to safely retrieve her, but she was beginning to learn better than to hold her breath.

Instead, she focused on getting to safety herself. Desperately rolling Josie along, she shakily began to hoist the enormous fox into a minecart with the help of some of the mice, who she gave a quick thanks to.

Finally, she heard them gasp all around her, and turned to follow their gaze to what they were looking at.

As she saw the massive slime casting a shadow over her, she screamed, and ducked for cover beside the minecart.

“You miserable little brat! What are you–GHNF!”

Josie’s venomous insults were cut short as the giant blue slime landed atop her. She wildly flailed her arms and legs, but it did nothing to help, only serving to make the cart creak from side to side.

Jenna could hear the vixen screaming through the slime, and winced.

Then, she watched as the slime covered Josie’s head. While the slime wasn’t quite big enough to completely encompass Josie’s body, it instead opted to go for a more direct route. It covered her head like a bubble, and quickly began pushing itself in through her wide-open maw.

Josie looked maniacal through the slime. Her wild eyes and screaming face told Jenna that she was on the verge of snapping as she felt any trace of her recognizable figure slowly balloon even further. Any hope she had of going back to normal began to slip away as the cart slowly overfilled with her blubber. Gurgles and bubbles came from the slime as it filled and filled Josie.

And then, as Josie’s stomach struggled to continue stretching, Jenna heard a creaking. She gasped, and watched as Josie’s eyes went from fury to sudden fear, before rolling back.

She was reaching her limit.

Shaking, Jenna tried to act as quickly as she could. Standing back up, she threw her hands onto the slime, wincing as she felt her grip almost slip inside it.

“Jenna? What the fuck are you doing?!” Camille hissed in shock.

Jenna didn’t answer, too busy closing her eyes tight and anchoring her hooves against the cart in a desperate attempt to find as good of an angle to pull from as she could.

She grit her teeth and arched her back as she yanked on the slime.

With shaking arms, she felt it unable to pulse down Josie’s throat for a moment, the vixen’s growth suddenly halted.

With slime still over her mouth to muffle her, Jenna glanced down and saw the wild fox look up at her in shock, before growling “What the fuck are you doing, you brat?!”

Or at least, that’s what it looked like from the way her mouth moved. It was impossible for Jenna to hear her through the slime.

Jenna couldn’t believe it. Even now, she chose to be stubborn.

Jenna started to make an argument, before she gasped as she felt her hands slip.

She landed on her back hard, groaning as she writhed on the fudge ground below.

Jenna’s blurry vision slowly returned to her, and she tried to look up to the massive fox overflowing out of the cart.

However, the slime on her was gone. Gasping for air, Josie was freed.

But… there was so much slime. Where did it all–

Jenna’s eyes went wide as a momentary shadow covered her, before something landed straight on top of her.

She gasped as she saw the same blue slime that was filling Josie. About a half of its size now, it clearly hadn’t gotten to finish what it started, and was ready to make Jenna suffer the consequences for it.

Jenna tried to cry out, but it was far too late. The second her mouth was open, slime pulsed down her throat. She whimpered as her glasses slid down her nose, and she laid back, limbs sprawled out and now too weak to pick herself up, as she felt herself begin to fill. Slowly, her chubby belly rose, and her eyes rolled back. She felt the overly-sweet slime fill her stomach and stretch it little by little. She already felt swollen, and the slime looked no smaller. She groaned as she felt it begin to fill out the rest of her, her plump chest making the fabric of her shirt creak as it rolled up from her beach ball stomach. Her brastrap bit into her soft back as it tightened more and more, her breasts spilling out of her bra little by little. Her throat felt sore with how much pushed through it at once, and she writhed in lethargic dread as she felt her skirt tighten around her waist, before threads began to stretch and split around her plump ass and widened hips.

“Hnnf…Mmn-nnph…” was all she could manage of a cry for help with her mouth filled with slime, her limbs flailing helplessly.

With a gasp, Jenna felt the last of the slime slip down her gullet with a wet Pop!

The doe groaned, barely able to breathe. Her face felt sticky with slime, and she felt unbelievably heavy.

Trying to straighten her thoughts, she looked around, seeing that the anarchy was all around her.

Whimpering, she desperately tried to roll forward and sit up. Reaching over herself, she managed to pull herself upright, her eyes wide as she felt the way her belly jostled and swayed. She looked down, ready to cry at the damage that was done to her. Pooling, thick thighs under a fat gut, which she could barely see past along with her hefty bust. She was bloated, full, and all she could taste was sugar in her mouth.

N-No! Mom’s gonna kill me! I-I look like a cow! H-How am I supposed to work all of this off?!

Tears ran down her cheeks as she reached to lift her swollen stomach, just to confirm her fears that it was taut and packed solid. She could practically feel the dense slime churning around inside. Before long, even more fat would start piling onto her frame.

She gasped as she suddenly heard another massive slime land on a poor mouse not far from her. She needed to focus. She needed to get out of here. Porkette was already loading the girls into carts and sending them up.

With a huff, Jenna tried to lift herself up, her chubby arms shaking before, with a gasp, her strength gave out, and she landed right back on her jiggling ass, her ears lying flat in shame as she heard the impact rip her skirt a bit in the back.

I-I can’t get left down here! she fretted.

Rolling her weight forward, she gave a hard push, her eyes sealed shut in the straining effort as she grit her teeth, and slowly, she began to rise.

Putting her arms out to balance herself as she stood up, Jenna made a strained face at the intense weight on her poor hooves.

It wasn’t easy, but she was standing. Slowly, she set one hoof in front of the other, and started into an unsteady waddle.

Step by jiggling step, she made her way to an empty cart towards the back.

The doe whimpered as she tried to climb in, looking up to realize that all the other girls were already being sent up as a mouse pulled the lever to shoot the carts along the track. No one was around to help. With a great deal of strain, she got herself up over the side of the large cart, yelping as she heard a slime land behind her. She looked in horror as a mouse tried to reach out to her from inside her new gelatinous trap, and Jenna tried her best to lean over the cart and offer a hand, but as the lever was pulled, she fell ass-first back into the cart, landing on the piles of candy at the bottom of it.

Her mouth was agape as she watched the mouse growing inside the slime, all hope lost as she was left behind in the mines with the last dozen or so miners that couldn’t find carts of their own in time.

Jenna swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. What a nightmare.

One by one, carts began to reach the mouth of the mineshaft, slowing to a halt at the top buffer. As mice poured out of them in crowds, the girls got out of their own and reconvened. Jenna joined them last, and her face was red with shame as she needed to ask for help to get both herself and Josie out of the carts.

While a couple mice managed to help Jenna out, almost a dozen were struggling to yank Josie out of hers, completely wedged in as she was. Finally, she burst free, and the jiggling boulder of a fox hit the ground heavily, sloshing about and gurgling as her body seemed to complain about all the digestion it was having to do. The curvy vixen was now almost completely gone. Even the last few signs of her sharp features were buried in softness or bulging with fat now.

She groaned, slime dripping from her lips as her mouth hung open lazily. Her tank top and underwear were now even more laughable with how little they concealed, almost invisible between the rolls of bloated fat that covered them.

As shameful as she looked, Jenna didn’t feel like she looked much better. Leaned over and stuffed to the point of agony, she looked like she’d be sick. She was so bloated that her belly button had popped out from the pressure, only further selling the image of a huge balloon ready to burst. She waddled over to the nearest wall to hold herself up on, wheezing as she tried to fix her glasses and wipe the beads of sweat that were wetting her fur.

“Is everyone still in one piece, girls~?” Porkette asked at last, stepping gracefully out of her cart.

Megan scoffed as she brushed her clothes off. “I doubt I even need to say it at this point, but this place has more safety hazards than an indie oil rig. How the fuck have you not been shut down yet?”

Porkette merely chuckled, as if it were nothing more than a sly joke. “I assure you, Megan~. We have protocols for solving these sorts of dilemmas. A team will be down in the mines shortly to safely secure them~. Besides, everyone’s safe, right?”

Jenna wasn’t sure how willing Porkette would be to include her workers in that safety list, so the plump deer held her tongue.

The chatter and murmurs were interrupted by a gurgling, and everyone turned to Camille as she doubled over and moaned.

“Camille?” Porkette asked, turning towards her with a raised brow.

“Fuck! My stomach feels like it’s on fire! Was something in the air down there?!” the cheetah barked in agony.

The girls looked at eachother.

“I feel fine.” Megan said with a shrug.

“Same here.” Katie added casually.

“Did some of the slime get in your mouth?” Jenna asked, concerned. Though, even she didn’t feel anything like what Camille was describing. Just an aching fullness.

“Fuck no!” Camille snapped back. She looked like she had more to say, but bit her tongue as an angry gurgle came from her stomach.

Katie cocked her head to the side. “Wait a minute, that doesn’t sound like fire or slime! Sounds to me like you’re hungry!” she suggested.

Camille shot her a glare. “Yeah, right! Like one of these fatasses?” That drew glares from almost every one of the girls, but she hardly seemed bothered by it. “I already ate a granola bar this morning! No way it’s hunger! I never get hungry throughout the day!”

Katie raised a brow. “Seriously? A granola bar?” she said with a sarcastic snort. “Wow, really having your fill.”

Camille scoffed. “Sorry if I don’t want to end up like the bloated bird overflowing out of her skimpy outfit.” she hissed back.

Katie just rolled her eyes. “It’s like, a couple pounds, max! I’ll burn it off in like two days. Besides, thick is in right now. No one will mind.”

To prove a point, she leaned forward and took a quick picture from behind herself, showing a bit more ass than was allowed to be exposed for most platforms, but she hardly cared. She just smiled as she watched the likes roll in, indulging in that burst of satisfaction she got from the quick dose of reassurance and attention.

Camille just huffed, not caring enough to argue anymore.

As Porkette rounded everyone up, they all headed through the hall, off towards the exit of the factory. That had been enough adventure for one day. However, as Camille started trailing behind, clutching at her aching stomach, Katie looked at her and sighed.

“Here, just let me prove to you that you’re hungry, okay?” she whispered to the cheetah.

Camille gave her a suspicious glance with narrowed eyes.

“How…?”

Katie smiled. “Follow me.”

With the mice dispersed, the two snuck back to the minecarts in front of the mine. Katie looked around to make sure that no witnesses were hiding about, before reaching into one of the carts for a handful of candy.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Camille hissed, flicking her tail. She was beginning to grow impatient with the bird’s antics.

“Here, have some of this.” Katie instructed, holding out a handful of chocolates, candies, and sweets of various shapes and colours.

Camille was dumbfounded. “Fat chance! I think I’d rather–”

However, she was interrupted as her nose caught a whiff of the sweet aromas of the junkfood in Katie’s hands, her stomach growling and practically threatening to claw its way out to grab the candy itself if it had to.

Camille doubled over, before glaring up at Katie, who wore a smug smirk.

“Fine! Stupid fucking bimbo.” she spat, snatching the candy from the bird’s hands, wincing at how sticky it was. “Ew! This shit is so disgusting! There can’t be a single vegetable in these things.”

Katie snorted in a laughing fit. “Vegetables? There’s probably, like, not even any real fruit in any of those.” she managed to get out between giggles.

Camille shuddered, but she was in too deep now. She was worried that waiting any longer might make her stomach combust if this aching got any worse.

With shaking hands, Camille opened her mouth to pop a few pieces of candy in slowly. Cautiously, she chewed, and then swallowed.

“Well?” Katie prompted, smiling. “Whatcha think?”

“I-It’s… disgusting! It’s… it’s… fuck, I’m starving!” she lamented, before cramming the rest into her mouth. She swallowed a few pieces at a time, seeming like she’d starve and drop dead then and there if she didn’t get it all down quick enough. After the handful disappeared, she rubbed her stomach. She no longer felt ready to pass out, but now, confirming that hunger had been the issue all along, her body was able to deny it no longer. Her mouth watered, and her tail swayed from side to side like a hunter after prey as she looked at the carts full of sweets.

Katie just giggled at her, and the cheetah snapped a glare over her shoulder.

“Hey, I won’t say anything~. Go nuts. There’s, like, no one here. No one will know.” the bird promised with a wink.

Camille looked back at the candy, conflicted. She looked down at her stomach, sliding her paws down the flat surface. She wasn’t about to risk her figure just to get rid of this aching pain.

It was… strange. It was as if she could see even less of her stomach than before. Like part of it was obstructed by her chest. But… she’d never really had a chest to do that before. Maybe she was so hungry that her stomach was practically inverting?

Perhaps she’d have given it more thought if another gurgling groan hadn’t painfully interrupted her thoughts.

“F-Fine!” she finally gave in, running towards the cart.

Leaning over the large minecart, she reached both arms in, grabbing a handful for herself. It wasn’t as generous as the one Katie had given her, but with her apprehension and caution out of the way, this one disappeared far faster. And the third, even faster.

Katie stifled her laugh at the desperate cheetah bent over in front of her. However, a mischievous smile came to her beak. Slowly, she pulled out her phone, and hit record.

Katie wasn’t an expert in everything on the internet, but she was almost certain that at least a few of her followers would be freaky enough to get a kick out of watching this hot runner gorge herself on sweets.

Besides, she got a great view of the action from back here.

“I can’t bel–Bwuuaarp!–nngh… I can’t believe I let you talk me into this shit.” came the groan from Camille’s chocolate-stained mouth.

Forty-five minutes, a secret livestream, and one missing pile of candy later, and the athletic cheetah with subtle abs and toned muscle was reduced to a swaying mess who had to lean on Katie just to keep her bloated food baby from pulling her down to the ground. Her yoga pants had to sit a bit lower on her waist to make way for her heavy gut, and her sports bra somehow felt even tighter.

“Well, do you at least feel better?” Katie teased.

“I feel like–Uuorrp!–shit….” she groaned.

“Ah, you’re just grumpy. Trust me, once that food coma kicks in, you’ll totally sleep like a kitten.”

Camille looked at her with a worried face. “F-Food coma…?”

As the girls finally reconvened outside of the hotel, the sun setting below a warm orange sky, Porkette waved them all goodbye and wished them a good night’s sleep. And, of course, made a quick apology for the… “awkward encounters”, as she put it.

As Porkette took her leave, the girls took a moment to gather themselves. It had been a… long day. However, as chatter came and the girls tried to remember which hotel rooms were theirs, something didn’t sit right with Jenna. The corpulent doe turned around as the headcount seemed remarkably low. “Did Camille and Katie fall behind?”

At that, the girls began looking around for a sign of them. As worry began setting on her brow, Jenna left Josie with the group and turned to run–or… waddle–back into the factory, only for her to hear the gasping of two running, out-of-shape girls on their way.

Wait… two?

Katie, sweating and barely able to keep from fainting between how foreign to running she was and all the new cushion that had piled onto her, glanced over to Camille to ask how she was holding up. However, she stopped with her beak open as she noticed something strange.

The bloated, solid food baby on Camille’s waist had softened. A bit of pudge had draped itself over her flat, toned stomach, softening her out, but with the rounded bloat completely gone.

Katie was bewildered. She’d never seen anyone digest or burn off a foodbaby that fast.

“Damn, girl! You *huff* really can burn it off quick!” the bird exclaimed.

Red-faced, the cheetah didn’t reply. She wasn’t quite sure how the bloating had disappeared so fast either, but she wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Now all she had to worry about was this soft belly pooch.

Ugh, all because that stupid bimbo talked me into this.
Though, she had to admit, at least her stomach wasn’t digesting itself anymore.

“We’re here! We’re *pant* here!” Katie called, waving her hand as they rejoined the group. Though it took a bit of a run, they’d managed to catch up so as to not rouse suspicion of their whereabouts.

However, it didn’t take Megan long to lock onto the soft inch of fat on Camille’s health-crazed waist. With narrowed eyes, she made a note on her tablet.

“You two are alright?” Jenna asked, looking them up and down, more than a bit worried after everything that had happened.

Camille, looking guilty as ever, stood up straight under Jenna’s watchful gaze, trying to suck her stomach in. “Y-Yep! Never better! Now buzz off, brat, before–”

Just then, a gurgling came from her stomach. The cheetah’s eyes went wide, and she looked down, putting a hand to her belly as if she had a baby that was kicking.

After a few seconds, she gasped, another gurgle, and this time she had to widen her stance just to keep from falling over. With that, she was unable to focus on sucking her belly in anymore, and the bit of pudge bulged out as the girls watched curiously.

“N-No! Stop, don’t look! Stop looking at me!” the frantic cheetah hissed, sweating. Just from standing near her, Jenna could feel Camille’s body heating up. She went red in the face, and sweat began trickling down her short fur.

She held her stomach, moaning, as Megan noticed her chest. The pig narrowed her eyes as she watched the cheetah’s nipples stiffen, bulging against her tight sports bra. Slowly, they seemed to grow bigger, more swollen bulges pressing against the fabric. Megan’s note-taking slowed as she watched in shock.

A long, lewd moan came from Camille, and she arched her back. Jenna could hear a sound like waterballoons swelling and stretching as Camille’s top slowly constricted around her, two sizable weights pushing out against her stretched sports bra.

As her hands finally trailed up her stomach towards her chest, her eyes went wide with horror as she looked down.

“W–... W-What the fuck?! What’s happening to me?!” she screamed. The girls were stunned as they watched her breasts swell unnaturally. In the small time she had her hands cupped over them, her top stretched and creaked as they began to slowly overflow her palms. She shook with terror as they filled like balloons, a heavy slosh to them with every quivering movement she made.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” she yelled again. This time mice began to glance from the hotel and from around the factory’s garden. “Make it stop!”

Camille gasped as she heard fabric rip. Feeling her short fur beneath her paws, she realized with crimson cheeks that the threads were beginning to split on her top. She whimpered and moaned, her legs buckling, as her sensitive nipples were squished through the ripped holes. They somehow felt even hotter, and she had to move her paws away just so that the cool evening air could make the heat more manageable.

She shot a glare towards Katie. “What the fuck did you do to m–... m–... MOOOOoooo!”

The cheetah’s eyes went wide and her face was beet red as she clasped her hands over her mouth.

Camille panted as her breasts tore through the top little by little. Finally, with the SHRRIP! of one last thread, the moaning cheetah gasped as her tits burst free, bouncing and sloshing. They were surprisingly perky for their lack of support, and they felt… full.

Camille bit her lip, whimpering from the sensitivity.

They didn’t stop growing until they were about as big as Katie’s, and the busty bird even tried to glance between her own and Camille’s just to eyeball the size comparison.

“Whoa…” Megan muttered under her breath. Even the cold, calculative pig was a bit red in the face by the scene.

“W-What do you mean ‘whoa’?! How bad is it?!” Camille hissed, looking around frantically for some sort of mirror.

Katie took a break from gawking long enough to pull out her phone, flashing a smirk as she showed Camille how she looked with the phone camera.

“Not bad at all. Check it out~.” she said with a giggle.

Camille’s face went from red to white as she saw the damage. Quickly trying to cover herself, she whimpered again as soon as she accidentally touched her sensitive, swollen nipples.

“Though, you… might need a new top. Maybe you can borrow one from Haley?” Katie suggested.

Camille looked with dread at her.

“That fat cow?! How dare you! I-I don’t need to borrow her–”

“W-Wait a minute….” Jenna interrupted, looking around nervously. “Where is Haley?”

Laying on a few remnants of the fudge pile, Haley moaned as she rubbed her swollen gut. She had nearly emptied out the entire cart, and she would have finished the job, had something not bumped the cart hard enough to send it barreling down the rails. The bloated bear burped and groaned as the cart rocked. Stuck on her back, she couldn’t get up to see what was happening. She merely laid and looked up at the chocolate stalagtites above her zipping past. Why was the cart moving? Where was it going? Would there be more candy there? What were all those distant screams for?

While it was plain to anyone with eyes that the last thing Haley needed was more candy, it was all she seemed to think about. It was as if she’d become some insatiable beast in the face of so many sweets. The engorged bear tried to sit up to see where she was headed, only to realize that her feasting had left her with her chocolate-stained ass and hips wedged in the cart to hold her in place. Her shorts were so tight that even a failed attempt to sit up made threads creak and stretch. As the cart slowly rolled to a stop after a solid ten minutes’ journey, Haley finally realized she needed to find a way out of this cart. Especially as she caught an even stronger smell of sweets nearby. Her mouth started watering.

“H-Hey! Is that more candy? S-Somebody help a girl out! I-I want some!” she cried out, reaching her chubby limbs out and flailing them over herself, trying to ignore how her bloated stomach gurgled and churned from the movement, popping gluttonous burps from her with every move. Rocking from side to side, she figured she’d make no progress as her hips felt no less wedged, but suddenly, she felt the cart shudder. As the wheels snapped from their axles on one side, the cart collapsed and fell right off the tracks.

Haley shouted as she was tossed out of the cart from the force, rolled along the cave floor until she finally came to a slow stop, stuck on her own stomach.

It was dark. She couldn’t see anything for a few seconds, until slowly, all around her, crystals began to faintly glow. All manner of colours, from green to pink to yellow, began to warmly glow and resonate throughout the cavern.

It was… beautiful.

“Candy crystals….” Haley muttered under her breath in awe, her sticky maw watering at the sight of even more sweet temptations.

As she began to brainstorm ways to unbeach herself and reach the candied walls around her, the bloated bear heard something in the distance. Glancing around as best she could, she tried to see over herself to find which dark cavern tunnel the noise had come from.

“H-Hello…? Is somebody there…?” the bear called, a bit panicked.

Finally, she heard something. A slapping, bouncing sound. Fixing her eyes on the tunnel she could hear it from, she slowly watched as round silhouettes slowly began to appear.

The slimes approached with small bounces towards her, their rotund forms jiggling as they entered the cavern.

She swallowed nervously. “W-Who are–... What are you?” she asked, helplessly pushing her arms out to try and move, but only pushing at the fat of her own stomach and chest below her.

The slimes began to circle her, surrounding her on all sides. Sweat trickled down the large bear. She was worried now. She was helpless in this compromised position, and she had no idea what these strange creatures wanted from her.

Finally, two larger slimes approached the front of her, and as she nervously glanced between them, she watched as they parted from eachother… a massive pile of candy revealed from behind them.

In the dead of night, Jenna tried to sneak out of the room as quietly as she could, but it seemed that proved to be a bit more of a challenge than prior with the new jiggling weight on her frame.

“And just where do you think you’re going?” she heard Josie snap from behind her.

With a sigh, she glanced back at the fox who was laying like a beached whale on her creaking bed. The enormous vixen gave her a disdainful glare from over her own fat neck, which seemed to be a great strain for her now at this size. She was surprised that pearl necklace hadn’t snapped by now. “Didn’t Porkette say she’d handle fetching Haley?” the fox spat.

Jenna returned her glare. “Like how she ‘handled’ Olivia? Or you? I’m tired of people being in danger on this tour. I’m going to help her. Don’t try to stop m–”

“You have me all wrong.” Josie said with a huff and her triple chin held high. “I wish to go with you.”

Jenna was flabbergasted. “I–... Wh–... Why?” she blurted.

“Tsch! You think me so selfish? I wish to put my safety on the line for a dear friend, same as you.”

Jenna usually didn’t have a great social read on people, but it didn’t take a detective to know that was bullshit. She crossed her arms as best she could, raising a brow.

“Uh huh. Couldn’t have anything to do with wanting the adoration and attention for saving a girl that was in danger on the tour, could it?”

Jenna’s confidence melted as Josie somehow managed to lean forward far enough to grab the doe by the collar, growling at her as she pulled Jenna onto her massive breasts.

“Listen, brat! If this tour ends with more people knowing that stupid cow Haley’s face than mine just because it showed up in a news report, there’s going to be hell to pay!”

Jenna couldn’t even respond right away, her breath sapped from her as Josie practically felt like she was choking her with her claws.

“F-Fine! Okay!” she managed to choke between half-gasps. With an annoyed flick of her bushy tail, Josie released her, and Jenna rubbed her throat, horrified by the fox.

She wasn’t just desperate for attention. She was insane for it.

Nervously, Jenna set to rolling Josie toward the factory, hoping they wouldn’t be joined by any other unwelcome tag-alongs.

Finding their way toward the mine luckily didn’t take as long as Jenna feared it might. Over the last few days, she’d noticed that Megan somehow had a map of the entire factory’s top-secret layout on her tablet. A quick glance over the pig’s shoulder had given Jenna enough information to have a vague sense of direction now.

As they arrived at the mineshaft’s entrance, Jenna couldn’t help but shudder. The sight of haphazard minecarts now carried with them the memories of that terrifying scene. How could they even be sure that the slime problem was taken care of?

Jenna sighed, trying to keep her fears at bay.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Clear out one of those carts and help me in!” Josie demanded with a huff.

Jenna looked at her in annoyance. “Seriously, you can’t just get in one of these? There’s barely any candy in them!”

“I am not about to lay on sticky, disgusting candy and ruin my fur!” she complained, trying and failing to cross her arms.

“Because the rest of you looks so perfect…” Jenna murmured under her breath. It drew a glare from Josie, but the plump doe got to work before she could say anything.

Handful by handful, she shoveled candy out of the cart.

Josie blinked lethargically, clearly ready to pass out from a lack of sleep. She seemed to get lazier and lazier the bigger she got. She tried her best to raise her arms above her head just to stretch as she yawned, before she gasped.

She felt her weight shift. She hadn’t realized how close to the slope she was laying.

“J-Jenna!” she yelped.

The doe glanced over her shoulder, annoyed. “What now–” was all she got out before she fumbled over herself to try and reach out towards her. However, her hoof scratched against the mine track lever and sent her tumbling to the ground, only causing her to shove Josie even faster down the slope. In a mere instant, the massive fox was rolling full-speed down the tunnel.

“YOU STUPID BRAAAaaaaat!–” was all that echoed through the mines, before slowly shifting into distant screams.

Jenna swallowed nervously, shuddering. This mine was going to give her nightmares for weeks.

If I even get out of this alive, she thought morbidly. Or mobile, her mind added, leaving her wincing at the fat she could feel digesting and piling onto her frame already.

With a deep breath, she turned back towards the cart she had just finished unpacking.

“Guess it’s free real estate now.” she said with a sigh. Climbing in, she reached towards the lever and gave it a pull. Slowly, the cart was sent on its way down.

No turning back from here.

Josie had been screaming so long and so loudly that her throat had become hoarse. Tears streamed down her cheeks and flew off behind her from the sheer speed that she barreled down the mines.

If she had been able to think straight, she might have been thankful that the stone below was nothing more than fudge. Had it been actual coarse stone, she’d have had quite a bit more than a few scrapes and bruises by the time she slowly rolled to a halt.

Gasping and swallowing, Josie looked around frantically.

At long last, she’d stopped her descent.

All she could see around her was glowing crystals. She had no idea how far down she was. Hell, her head was still spinning. She felt ready to throw up, and not just from the slime that had digested onto her poor figure.

Finally, her large ears perked as she heard a gurgling, and then movement.

“Guh–... hnnfh… W-Who’s there…?” came a strained voice from one of the dark tunnels.

Josie twisted her face, trying to see through the dark. “Haley…? Is that you?”

As the large silhouette rolled forward, the crystals slowly glowed brighter, illuminating the cave.

Josie froze with horror at the sight. All around her, misfortunate mice lined the walls. Some of them made struggling movements with their stubby limbs, and others had given in completely. But all of them were completely immobile, and bursting out of what little remained of their jumpsuits.

Josie watched as large slimes brought massive piles of candy and chocolate to each of them, force-feeding them by the mouthful. Or, if their gullets were too stuffed to take anymore, the slimes simply filled them from the… alternative route. The mice whimpered and groaned for mercy, only to be filled and fed like mere cattle.

However, that wasn’t the most shocking sight to Josie. What took the cake was Haley. The bear was covered in sticky stains and melted fudge. Beached on an enormous stomach, she’d become utterly immobile. While some fat had already settled onto her body, she looked bloated beyond belief, clearly never having been given a break from gorging in order to let everything digest.

She was now certainly Josie’s size. Probably even bigger, in fact, and Josie wondered if it was all from candy or if she had some slime in that enormous gut of hers too. Josie couldn’t fathom how much candy it’d take to look like… that.

Trying to shake her head free of such thoughts, Josie looked around at the slimes, seeing if there was some sort of opening. How she’d make use of that opening without being able to walk was an issue she didn’t consider yet.

“Haley, come on! We need to get you out of here, you fat cow!”

Despite her heavy, fat cheeks, Haley gave a smile. “Get out of here? And why would I go and do that?” she managed to say smugly between ragged gasps for air.

Josie’s mouth went agape. “Are you really that stupid?! These things are monsters! They’ll kill you if you stay here!”

Haley snickered at that. “That’s where you’re wrong, Josie~. See, these are my people. My people. The ones who give me what I want. Do what I say. And I’m the one who they want to serve.”

Josie looked at her, blinking for a long, quiet moment. The only sound was that of the mice being filled throughout the cave and the creaking of overfilled stomachs.

“You’re kidding, right? What, you think that you’re their–”

“That’s right. They wanna make me their queen~.” Haley bragged proudly. As if by cue, a large slime bounced forward, presenting a large crown made of chocolate and candy. Haley’s eyes practically lit up at the sight of it, she bounced giddily, her over-thousand-pound body jiggling with glee.

It was crazy. Insane. Haley had lost her mind, clearly.

And yet, when Josie watched as she reached for the crown with her fat, slobby paws, she didn’t feel disturbed. She felt enraged.

“Like hell!” the large vixen spat.

Haley stopped mid-reach, glancing over. “‘Scuse me?” the bear huffed impatiently.

“No way a fat little bitch like you is gonna become a queen! Not on my watch!”

Haley glared at the fox, before finally, a smug smile came across the spoiled bear’s maw. “Is that a challenge~?” Haley mocked in her thick southern accent.

“That’s right! You’ve got a challenge, you cow! Bring it on! If I win, I become their queen!”

“Pfft, like you can stomach sweets!” Haley laughed.

“With as bloated as you are? I can stomach a hell of a lot more than you can before you burst like a balloon, you greedy bitch!” Josie snapped back.

Haley narrowed her eyes. “You’re on.” Lifting her head with a bit of effort, Haley gave a whistle.

“Loyal subjects! Bring us all the candy that y–Mmnph!”

Neither of them got another word out before the slimes moved forward, pushing their gelatinous bodies over their faces.

The slimes very much seemed to understand the competition, but it seemed that candy would not be sufficient to deem their new queen. Countless slimes rolled out from the dark depths, filling the cave with sweet aromas as they surrounded the girls, ready to fill their new queens.

Jenna held her stomach and mouth as she tried not to throw up over the side of the cart. She still wasn’t used to how fast these things went. Especially as she raced even further down the track than last time. As she flicked the lever to remove the buffer, further down she went. The cart descended deeper and deeper, and Jenna’s nerves felt more and more shot as her visibility slowly waned.

She was just thankful that none of Porkette’s search teams had run into her and questioned what she was doing down here.

If Porkette even sent any at all, she realized. It was beginning to seem more and more likely to Jenna that she didn’t actually care for the wellbeing of the tourists in any capacity. But that wasn’t what she needed to worry about right now. Right now, she had to focus on finding Haley and Josie.

As the cart rode on for another few minutes, Jenna found herself completely blinded. No light radiated this deep into the cavern, and all was pitch black around her.

Finally, a faint glow came into view. Further down, radiating from some cave.

Jenna prayed it was a good sign. However, she wasn’t sure what she’d find as she heard echoing sounds of squishing and gurgling. Wet sounds of jelly. Or, more likely, slime….

Jenna held her breath as she finally reached the end of the track. Cautiously climbing out, Jenna tried to catch her balance with shaking legs.

She slowly carried along on foot, following where the light came from.

As she rounded the corner, horror gripped her. Grotesquely-huge forms filled the cavern. All the mice that had been reduced to waterbeds full of slime seemed to be gathered here. They all laid letharically around the cave, unable to move themselves in their state.

But… what their size paled in comparison to was the two in the center of the cave. A blimp of brown fur, and one of white fur, pressed against eachother as they jiggled and swayed. And, Jenna noticed, steadily grew. Her knees buckled in fear, and Jenna felt herself fall forward, beached by her own engorged stomach, whimpering as she lacked the strength to upright herself.

The gurgles and bubbles of strained digestion echoed through the cave to the point that Jenna was almost convinced that the cavern was one big stomach. The two girls loomed over Jenna, completely immobilized. Pressed together, they were nearly the size of a small house. Both of them smelled incredibly sweet, likely due to the several tons of slime that had crammed its way down their gullets.

“H-Haley…? J-J-J–…Josie…?” Jenna uttered, her voice cracking with fear.

They didn’t seem to hear her, and if they did, their only response was a muffled moan as they both made struggled attempts to swallow particularly massive globs of slime stuck in their gullets. As their throats bulged and the slime pushed down into them, the threads of clothes began to creak.

Well, if what they wore could even be considered clothes anymore. As they both choked the slime down, Jenna watched as the last button of Haley’s flannel top, strained and shaking, finally lost its long battle. With a POP! it burst from her, her titanic tits spilling out and pooling over her blimp of a stomach below her. As filled with slime as they were, they looked more like the udders of the massive cow-mice from the barn rather than normal breasts.

“Hnngh… f–...finally…. M-More room….” Haley groaned. Her words almost seemed muffled by the fat of her cheeks and neck, rendering speech difficult for her and making her voice a bit deeper. However, despite her greed, it didn’t look like she could take much more. She hadn’t had time to digest much of her feasting before the competition, and that fact was beginning to catch up with her. Her bloated stomach glowed an angry red from how tightly-filled it had grown.

Jenna’s attention turned back to Josie, though, as the massive fox blimp swayed for a moment, her body rumbling as if it were about to burst. Jenna closed her eyes with worry, but opened them slowly as she heard Josie whimpering, before…

“Aahn… Hnnn–....”

As Josie flexed her useless fingers and toes sprawled out around her, Jenna listened as the stretched tank top she wore finally began to split.

SHHRRRIIPPPPP!

Josie gave a lewd moan that nearly rumbled the cave, before settling with a huff.

With a red face, Jenna glanced down, realizing what had happened. A large wet stain had formed on the tightly-stretched panties that Josie wore.

D-Did she–.... D-Did that make her…?

Sure enough, Josie panted as she came back from the throes of climax. It seemed not much was needed to send the pent-up vixen over the edge. A fact that didn’t go unnoticed by Haley, who realized she had a way to guarantee her win. The massive bear gave a wicked smile, before groaning as she tried to lean forward.

She could barely move, but she could reach one of Josie’s enormous legs from here. That would be enough.

Slowly, she grabbed Josie’s ankle, and pulled her leg spread to the side.

Josie’s eyes went wide, and she gave a muffled yell through the slime halfway down her throat.

“Here you go… *huff*... m-my subjects~! If her big mouth is full… *huff*... then there’s always other ways to–hnngh–to help your ‘queen’~!” Haley said mockingly.

Jenna’s face twisted in horror.

What is she…?

Josie whimpered, trying to get all the slime down her throat, as she felt her panties slowly start to split and rip. As Haley spread her leg just a bit further, the fat of her thigh finally ripped through, snapping her underwear right down the middle.

Josie gasped, and the slimes turned their attention to between the enormous vixen’s spread legs.

As she felt slimes begin climbing her hill of a stomach, Josie frantically shook her head. She silently pleaded for mercy from behind her mouthful of slime.

However, it was too late. The second she finally swallowed all the slime and could scream, massive slimes had her surrounded. Josie made a muffled shriek as one covered her mouth, one pushed up her ass, and one slowly pushed itself against her fattened sex. Immediately, excitement gushed from Josie as she teared up from the overwhelming sensations. Her senses were hit with a barrage of ecstacy and unbearable pressure. Little by little, the slimes from every end pushed inside her, and Haley got to enjoy the show, slurping down slimes at a much more bearable rate.

That was until another large mouthful filled her stomach. Her gut rumbled, and Haley felt gas bloat her stomach. That was all it took for her shorts to begin splitting. Her enormous hips bulged fat over the splitting threads more and more, until finally, her shorts had so many tears and holes spiderwebbing across them that they practically exploded at the seams, ripping her underwear apart and sending jiggling ripples across her several-ton, corpulent frame. Now, she was just as much of a naked blimp of fur and fat as Josie, and she looked around nervously at the slimes as they seemed to surround her just like the foul-mouthed vixen.

“W-Wait! BUOOORP! I-I d-don’t–”

Between burps and gasps for air, she didn’t have time to plead her case. She moaned as she felt slimes begin slipping into her from every end, just the same as Josie.

Jenna shakily managed to rise to her hooves, and took a step back.

It was a horror show. She couldn’t help but look away from the trainwreck as both girls bloated and swelled, at the mercy of their own greed’s consequences.

The two made muffled cries and whimpers as they felt themselves stretch and bloat beyond saving.

Jenna nearly tripped over one of the pearls from Josie’s necklace which had clearly been scattered across the ground as she waddled backwards. She was forced to keep moving. The two began to swell and bloat to such an enormous size that Jenna noticed that the cave was quickly running out of room. The slimes pouring into the girls from every end had sped up their growth by an unimaginable degree.

The mice whimpered and winced as they were pressed up against the walls of the cave by the two enormous balloons of slime, the immense weight of the two women squishing against them as they were forced to hear the wet churning and creaking of thinly-stretched stomachs trying to digest countless tons of slime.

The two were unrecognizable by now. There was no saving them. Jenna knew it. Any hope of getting them out of here dwindled, and now she was just left wondering how much longer until they burst at the seams.

Over the gurgling, bubbling, and creaking, though, Jenna heard something. The distant rolling of wheels. She looked up, and she wasn’t sure she should be terrified or relieved as she watched minecarts carrying Miss Porkette and her safety team of mouse workers.

Without a word, Porkette made several gestures, and the mice hopped out of the carts as they rolled to a stop like trained soldiers and got to work.

The creaking and rumbling was impossible to ignore now. It was deafening. The walls of the cavern shook as the sounds of the girls’ nearing end grew louder and louder. The sound of them being pushed past their limits.

Slime leaked from their noses and their nipples and every other end that wasn’t corked, seeming to be filling them from end to end, and it seemed like new room wouldn’t be made for much longer.

But as the slime pumped into them, the mice got to work. They carried strange rifles with silver tanks connected to them. As they fired the strange devices, a puffy substance that looked like it came from a fire extinguisher shot out of it. The second the shots made contact with the slimes, sizzling could be heard. At once, the slimes’ attention turned towards the armed mice. Jenna watched with disbelief as the substance ate away at the slimes’ gelatinous body, evaporating and burning it like salt on a snail. Within seconds, the slimes were sent into a retreat.

Before long, every last sign of the slimes was gone, and the cavern fell quiet, save for the gurgling and churning that persisted. Jenna still wasn’t sure if the girls would explode or not.

And, in their strained, thoughtless states, neither of them could voice their gratitude. Regardless, Porkette gave them both a smile. “You’re welcome, girls~.” she said in her usual chipper tone.

Jenna walked over to Porkette, still unable to take her eyes off of the two cave-filling orbs of rumbling fat pressed together in front of them.

“Do I want to know what happened here?” Porkette said with a playful chuckle.

“H-How can you… be so level-headed about this?” Jenna asked, unsure how to feel about anything that had happened tonight. “C-Can you fix them?”

Porkette snickered, but not in a theatrical way this time. A genuine, quiet laugh.

“Jenna, dear, you do not become the owner of a factory like this if you have a weak stomach. Megan seems to be understanding that fact quickly. I’d suggest you do the same.”

Finally, Porkette took a step back, getting a wide view of the damage that had been done to the two girls. She gave a smile. “Fix them? Suppose it depends what you mean~. Can we return them back to normal? Not quite. I’m afraid at this size, that would be utterly impossible now. But I have a better idea, anyway.”

Turning towards the apparent leader of the mouse-force, Porkette gestured for her to come over. With a salute, the mouse stood front and center, a small general’s cap on her head.

“These two seem to have quite the natural allure to our slime friends~. Look after them, and ensure that they’re always around when the mine is in operation.”

The mouse gave another salute, nodded, and marched off to spread the orders.

Jenna looked at Porkette in horror.

“Y-You mean… you’re going to use them as bait…?”

Porkette gave an unbothered grin to Jenna. A smile that read far more psychotic than tender to the portly doe.

“Not bait! The slimes chose them as their queens. Who would we be to take them away from their rightful domain~?”

From here on out, Factory Safety™ will be an utmost priority! So, where shall the girls go next?

A) Hotdoggomania!

B) The Sodatron

C) Pastry Train

D) Garden of Eatin’

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