Porkette's Feast Factory - Chapter 5 (Patreon)

(Content Warning: This one’s a little more extreme than other chapters, so be warned! Contains forced stuff, suggestions of bursting, etc.)

Chapter 5 - Hotdoggomania!

“F-Fuck!” Camille drew a sharp hiss, before swatting Katie’s hands off of her breasts, the heavy melons falling back onto her stomach with a slap that nearly knocked the wind out of her. “I told you to stop touching them! They’re sensitive as hell!” she snapped.

Katie just giggled. “I’m just trying to see what size you are now. If you want to borrow a star’s wardrobe, you play by her rules.” the bird said with a wink and poked out her tongue.

Camille rolled her eyes. “Jesus, give me a break.”

The flashy bird leaned into the closet of her room, looking through her bags. “Let’s see what I’ve got…”

Luckily, Katie had brought an immense over-abundance of clothes, as she did anywhere she went. However, Camille couldn’t help but notice that it seemed like not a single thing she had would fit the bird properly anymore.

As Katie bent over to look through her bags, a hand on her wide hip, it was impossible not to notice just how much the bird had plumped up. She was even bigger than Haley was when she first arrived to the tour, and had a figure even fuller than Porkette’s now. The skimpy swimsuit top and short-shorts that she arrived in were somehow even more revealing, looking like little more than bands of stretched fabric clinging desperately to life. Especially as the bird bent over, and Camille could hear her shorts creaking.

However, the athletic cheetah couldn’t be allowed to forget her own misfortune. Disgusted, she looked down, holding the plump belly that sat in her lap, and trying to see past her own immense chest.

What happened to you? You were a perfect form just a day ago. Now look at you…. You look like that dork Jenna the first time you saw her.

However, Camille breathed a sigh of relief. As mean as it was, she took some comfort in how the doe had fallen into obesity over the course of the tour. She wasn’t sure if she’d be able to handle being compared to that four-eyed butterball. However, she was a bit disgusted that she now resembled that pig-demon Megan of all people.

But, she was still the skinniest. That’s all that mattered. As long as she was still able to look down on the blubbery bitches around her, Camille could take some comfort in her situation. What worried her the most, however, was how she was already beginning to feel peckish again…

“Here we go!” Katie chimed, popping back up so fast that her fat figure swayed up and down for a solid ten seconds as she whirled towards Camille. “Cute and comfy!” she said as she held up a black bra by the strap. It looked a lot more… revealing than Camille would have preferred.

“Whatever. As long as it doesn’t squeeze as tight as the last one, it’ll be fine.” Camille huffed, holding her hand out.

As she put the bra on, she winced, struggling to clasp it in the back.

“Sh-Shit! No way this one’s bigger than the other one! It feels even tighter!”

However, Katie’s eyes widened as she heard a sound like water balloons sloshing around, and Camille looked down.

“No… you’re just fuller.” the bird blurted.

She was right. Even Camille could see how swollen and red her breasts looked, and her nippled bulged against the bra. The cheetah bit her lip, the sensitivity coming back in full as she practically scratched at the bra strap to get the top off of her.

“F-Fuck! It hurts! G-Get it off of me!” she hissed.

Katie quickly leaned forward, reaching around the chubby feline to get to the strap, unclasping it as fast as she could.

Camille gave a lewd gasp as the bra fell off of her and her breasts spilled forward. They jiggled and swayed heavily as they landed on her belly, and Camille could only whimper as she stood there, shivering.

Slowly, Katie’s eyes trailed down, and she watched the cat’s huge chest intently.

Camille felt something warm on her fur. She felt something… trickling down her.

She swallowed thickly, and hardly noticed as Katie stepped forward, carefully lifting her breasts up.

While it felt nice to have their weight not hanging down, Camille yelped as the bird touched the sensitive skin, and practically snarled at her.

“W-Why the fuck are you touching–”

She didn’t even get the words out as she lost her breath at the sight of milk trickling down from her bloated nipples.

She whined, panicking, her heart beating out of her chest.

H-How is that even… p-possible…? W-What the hell is happening to me?!

With her mouth agape and twitching to find words, she watched as Katie leaned forward, looking around curiously as she sniffed the cat’s fur.

“W-What are you doing, y-you psycho?!” Camille practically screamed through gritted teeth.

“It smells so… sweet? It’s like… cream more than milk…”

The bird spoke softer than she ever had before. Usually she was loud and energetic, but now…

Katie reached up and groped Camille, and the cat drew a sharp breath.

“D-Don’t touch me.” she hissed under her breath, but this time, she didn’t draw away.

In fact, she practically melted with a sigh of relief as she felt a bit of milk trickle from her at the bird’s touch. A lewd whimper escaped her.

“They feel so full~.” Katie thought aloud with a small giggle.

“I-I said… hnngh… d-don’t touch me. N-Not while I… mmnf… l-look like this….”

Camille could barely speak through shivers and moans, but Katie just smiled.

“Why? Aren’t kitties supposed to be soft?” she teased.

“F-Fat, lazy housecats, maybe. B-But… hnnnfh… b-but not me. I’m a wild, f-fit cheetah. I-I’m a pinnacle of nature’s b-best fighters. N-Nature never intended f-for us to… mmmnh… to look like… th-this….”

Shame dripped from every word that Camille spoke, and it just made Katie smile even more.

“If that’s true, then why did nature make these so easy for me to squeeze?” Katie rebuked, moving her hands quickly down to Camille’s waist before the moaning cheetah could react.

Camille’s eyes went wide as she felt the bird squeeze her plump lovehandles.

A gasp caught in her throat. She didn’t even realize she had developed those. She hated lovehandles. Disgusting bulges on an otherwise perfect waist. They were always the peskiest to work off.

“I-I’m gonna claw… th-that… hnnn… s-stupid… bimbo smile… right off… y-your… y-your… M-Moooo!” Camille whipped her paws over her mouth, red painting her face in shame, sweat trickling down her body.

The bird in front of her smiled. Slowly, Katie moved forward, and Camille was forced inch by inch backwards. She gasped as she felt her foot hit the side of Katie’s bed, but the bird still didn’t stop. Holding herself up with shaking legs, the whimpering cheetah was slowly pushed onto her back, laying against the bed.

Her fur was on end, her tail flicking and her ears flat. She could hear her own heart beating. Her cheeks felt warmer than ever before. Even more than when her top split open in front of everyone.

“N-Now I get it. Y-You like seeing an athlete like me fatten up because it makes you feel better about your own fat, blubbery ass, i-is that it?” the cheetah spat defiantly at the large bird that pinned her down.

Katie giggled again, shrugging as she held the cheetah down by the wrists.

“Maybe~. Maybe it just turns me on. Maybe I like seeing a big, fearsome cheetah like you all scared under a lil’ bird like me.”

Camille snarled. She hated this bird. This airheaded, annoying, entitled, bratty little bluebird who lived and breathed for the attention of others.

And more than anything, she hated how this stupid bimbo could turn her on. As if with a mind of its own, her tail curled around Katie’s leg, slowly inching up her thigh and between her parted legs.

Katie gasped softly as it reached its goal, and she smirked down at the cheetah.

“Oooo, cheeky~. Here, how about a reward for being such a good kitty…. Cat’s love milk, right?” Katie whispered flirtatiously back.

Camille didn’t quite understand what she meant, until her eyes widened and she gave a silent scream of stimulation as she felt Katie put her open mouth over her swollen nipple, her warm tongue dragging across the red-hot skin.

Camille whimpered and writhed beneath Katie, gasping as she felt her chest rise and fall with each breath.

Slowly, Katie moved her hands up towards the cheetah’s breasts, and squeezed. She worked her touch across Camille’s red-swollen tits, squeezing harder and harder and licking until, with so much stimulation, Camille couldn’t take it anymore. She gave a nearly orgasmic cry as she writhed on the bed, squirts of milk spurting across the bird’s beak and forcing her to close her eyes as it splashed across her face.

With a smile, Katie licked her beak clean.

“Ohhh, it is sweet~...” the bird mused blissfully.

Camille couldn’t answer, she merely whined and whimpered, somewhere between crushing shame and the ecstasy of relief.

As the cheetah tried to catch her breath, Katie giggled again. “You know, this is kinda hot. People would pay out the ass to see this.” she said, holding up her phone temptingly.

Camille merely glared at her, and shoved the phone aside.

“Don’t you… huff… dare… you idiot….” she panted, before slowly reaching up to cup Katie’s cheek, pulling her down onto her. “What happens between us… pant… is for us and no one else.”

With that, Katie was stunned. But after a moment, she gave a smile, and dropped the phone. “Whatever you say, Flatboard~....”

Camille reached up, sinking her claws into the bird’s fat ass and pulling her tight shorts down her legs while Katie gently brushed her feathered fingers down Camille’s plump stomach and slid her hand beneath her skin-tight yoga pants.

“Stupid bimbo…” Camille gasped heavily in her ear.

“Stubborn cat…” Katie shot back with a giggle.

The next morning, the tourists walked out the doors of the hotel to a rather strange sight.

Porkette leisurely marched up to the girls like usual, umbrella in hand. But… Jenna was escorted by a team of the mice workers, waddling and sweaty as she finally joined the others.

Megan could see the thousand-yard stare in Jenna’s eyes. The look of someone who had seen something they wish they hadn’t.

“The hell happened to you?” Megan asked finally, lowering her tablet to take a break from her morning notes on the factory’s daily routine.

Jenna took a moment to register the pig’s voice, but after a moment, she snapped out of it.

“O-Oh… I–... n-nothing.” she finally managed. Her tone was worn and defeated. Completely devoid of the optimistic, naive spirit she still managed to carry yesterday.

Megan narrowed her eyes, entirely unconvinced. She crossed her arms as she looked through the crowd of mice.
“Where’s the two cows?” Megan asked matter-of-factly.

Camille almost tripped over herself as Megan asked that as she walked out of the hotel, still trying to get comfortable in the ill-fitting black bra that she wore, blushing before she realized Megan wasn’t talking about her.

Porkette gave a sad smile. “Yes, unfortunately… Josie and Haley will no longer be able to join us on the tour. They have… failed to respect mandatory safety procedures, and thus have been expelled from enjoying the rest of the tour.”

Jenna stood upright at that, a cringe on her features at how casually the lie spilled from the tourguide.

Expelled from the tour. What a joke.

The doe was disgusted with how easy it was for Porkette to wrap up the whole mess. Even more disgusted by how the girls believed it.

“Pffft. Should have known with those two.” Megan said, rolling her eyes. The pig even smiled as she got to cross two names off the list of her opponents on her tablet.

Jenna glared at that smile.

How could she? She knows damn well the kind of ‘safety hazards’ this factory deals with. So how could she possibly smile about two girls suddenly gone? Jenna’s head was filled with venomous thoughts, and she hung her head in shame. She knew that these emotions were dangerous. They weren’t who she was. She needed to calm down.

As if to mock her, Porkette clapped her hands together with a bright smile as she addressed the group, holding her head up high. “Alright, girls~! To lighten the mood, we’ve got a fun destination today! Follow me, if you will! To Hotdoggomania!”

Camille raised a brow. “Hotdoggomania…?”

Porkette whirled around, a scowl on her face. It was as if the cheetah had just dished out the single most vile insult the pig had ever heard.

“No! Not ‘Hotdoggomania…?’. Hotdoggomania!”

“That’s… what she said?” Jenna pointed out, confused.

Porkette scoffed, as if unable to believe her ears. “It is most certainly not what she said. It’s all in the tone, darling~! Come, right this way!” the pig chimed, before leading the girls along.

Katie lingered behind for a bit, staring at her phone. Guilt pulled at her, and Camille’s voice rang through her thoughts.

What happens between us… is for us and no one else…

She looked at the video she had uploaded. A full recording of Camille stuffing her gullet with a minecart full of candy and sweets for almost an hour. The views were ticking up by the thousands. Tens of thousands. People were going wild over it, begging for more.

She knew she should delete it. She shouldn’t have ever even uploaded it in the first place. But… seeing it blow up like this was… so exciting.

“Katie?”

Once more, she jumped as Camille’s voice ripped through her thoughts. But this time, it wasn’t her imagination. The cheetah looked back at her, raising a brow. “You coming or what?”

Nervously, the bird put her phone away and gave a shaky nod. “Y-Yep!” She dashed after the group, keeping in tail.

I-I’ll just… delete it once it hits, like, two million. Yeah! J-Just enough to really ride it out. Then, no more after that. C-Camille will, like, never even know!

The bird tried and tried to convince herself that it was true.

Jenna nearly felt ill as the tour quietly walked through the corridors. Gone was the constant tapping of Olivia’s phonescreen. So were the complaints of Josie or the hungry anticipation of Haley. It was silent, all save for heavy footsteps and the haunting sound of Porkette’s carefree humming, as if oblivious to the horrors that had happened inside her own factory.

That made Jenna the most sick of all. That Porkette could still wear that smile, just the same as she had the first day that everyone had arrived.

Jenna’s fists clenched at her sides. Everything around her reminded her of the atrocities that had happened right under Porkette’s snout. The jiggling and swaying of Katie and Camille as they waddled behind her. The absence of three of the girls that had entered this tour. Jenna’s own heavy, breathless waddle as she struggled to keep her own weight moving, her clothes stretched and ill-fitting, threatening to tear if she so much as leaned forward too fast.

The only one who hadn’t seemed to be affected yet was Megan, who tapped away at her tablet as usual. Her careful planning and calculative attitude seemed to be working for her so far. She’d managed to evade the dangers of the factory. Perhaps she really was the only one suited for this like she claimed.

After all, Jenna wasn’t sure which pig scared her more.

In fact, while Porkette seemed unbothered by the absence of the three, Megan almost seemed delighted about it, as if an obstacle were helpfully removed as she knocked the girls’ names off the list one by one.

It made Jenna shiver. How could she be so cruel? Was she some sort of psychopath? However, Jenna felt a pang of guilt for even thinking that about someone. After all, everyone had their passions.

She could remember how obsessed she became with Monstermon back in middle school. She was so focused on getting every last Monstermon card that she forgot to make a single friend by the time she got to high school. So, surely she could have some sympathy for someone who was focused on a goal.

Then again, Jenna doubted she would have been fine with a few girls going missing just for a pack of Monstermon cards…

Jenna wasn’t fully aware of what happened next. She vaguely remembered hearing Porkette’s usual chipper tone announce “Here we are! Hotdoggomania!”, before hearing something hit the ground. No, not something, someone.

Jenna was so lost in her own thoughts that it felt like her body was no longer responding to what her brain was telling it to do. She was glued in place, unmoving. Her senses were beginning to intake the sounds around her. Her ears turned towards sounds as she heard the girls screaming. As she heard small figures pour through the door to the next room of the factory. She even felt as a few of them bumped into her, running by. But… all of her senses felt so dull. She felt like she was underwater.

The only thing she heard clearly was her own heavy, raspy breathing. Then, she felt a cloth cover her mouth and nose, and that was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Her underwater sensation quickly drifted into that of a deep sleep, and Jenna hit the ground heavily as she lost consciousness.

Jenna wasn’t sure if she had any dreams. She didn’t think so. Truth be told, she hadn’t dreamt much the last few days, with all the stress going on. It was preferable to nightmares, at least. And after everything she’d seen lately, she was surprised that she wasn’t plagued with gruesome nightmares every second her eyes were closed.

However, as she felt her fur stand on end, she slowly began to come to. She felt her fur flattened around her wrists. Had she been handcuffed? If she had, they were gone now, as she moved her hands freely around herself, rubbing her eyes as she tried not to be blinded by the artificial yellow light of the room.

She glanced around. The room she was in looked nothing like the glorious, regal corridors of the factory, nor the strange, otherworldly rooms within it. It was a drab, white maintenance room. The bland underbelly of the mystical factory that seemed to be concealed from the tour to maintain the magic, like some sort of elaborate theme park.

Jenna gasped as she felt a small hand touch her arm, and looked down to see one of the factory’s mouse workers. She was a light brown mouse with a red jumpsuit and a belt around her waist that had some sort of strange gun holstered on it. She wore a red bandana over her face, but pulled it down to her neck as Jenna looked at her. Jenna couldn’t help but give a sigh of relief. It seemed the workers had taken care of whatever… intruder had assaulted the tour back there.

“Are you hurt?” the mouse asked.

Jenna’s mouth hung open, dumbfounded. She made wordless attempts to say something… anything, really. But all that came out were stammers and strange noises.

She had just… assumed that all the workers were mute. She wasn’t really sure why. It’s not like Porkette had explicitly said they couldn’t speak. But… she’d never heard them say a word. They only seemed to communicate in gestures and nods, so she just assumed they couldn’t talk. It was silly, sure, but she had simply chalked it up as yet another one of the strange factory’s quirks.

“Well? Can you speak?” the mouse urged.

“I-I… Y-Yes, I just… didn’t realize you could speak.” Jenna finally managed, flushing a bit at how rude that must have sounded.

The mouse took a seat in the chair in front of Jenna. The doe finally took a second to look around her. They were both seated in uncomfortable metal chairs, though the mouse’s looked comically oversized for her, and Jenna blushed as she felt herself hanging over the sides of her own. Beside them was a desk with several computer screens. The light up sign on the wall read “Hotdoggomania! Maintenance Room”, and beside it was a large glass tube. Jenna leaned forward to see what was passing through it. The rapidly-passing blurs turned out to be nothing more than dozens and dozens of hotdogs, whizzing through at breakneck speeds as they fell down the tube into wherever they were headed next.

The mouse finally nodded at her comment. “Right, sorry. You’re not used to us speaking. Truth be told, most of the clones here actually can’t.”

Once again, Jenna spiraled into her own thoughts. She was stunned at what the mouse just said. “C–...Clones…?” she stammered in disbelief. Surely she must have heard wrong.

The mouse simply nodded, though, and leaned forward to hold out a hand. “Captain Anya.” she introduced herself.

Captain? Jenna thought to herself, but shook the mouse’s hand regardless. “J-Jenna.”

“Don’t worry, I know. We’ve been watching you girls for a while now.”

That response unnerved Jenna slightly, but she didn’t linger on it.

“W-What about the others? Are they okay?” she asked, realizing she still had no idea where they were.

The mouse nodded. “They’re fine. We’ve already gotten them taken care of.”

Jenna stiffened. “What do you–?”

Before she could finish, the mouse leaned to the computers and pressed a button to flick the screen on. Jenna felt herself gasp as she saw the four girls sitting in chairs around a long, empty table, unconscious. They were in a blank white room, with almost nothing in it save for a large monitor on the wall.

“W-What’s going on? What happened to them?” Jenna questioned, leaning forward as if to look for some sort of button that would release them from the strange room.

“Wake up, girls. Nap time’s over.” a scratchy voice came through the speakers of the room. The girls groaned as consciousness slowly returned to them. As soon as they were awake, it didn’t take long for panic to spread. Katie glanced around, confused. Camille immediately got up and started slamming the walls with her fist, looking for an exit. Megan raced to where she heard the speakers, screaming and demanding to speak to whoever was in charge of all this. Porkette was the only one who sat quietly at the table, the mirth gone from her face and a terrified, distant stare in its place. One by one, they all began to take notice of the strange devices around their necks. Collars, with a small screen on each.

The screen finally flicked on, and the girls immediately snapped their attention to it and saw the mouse leaning forward to them. However, what Megan noticed before anyone else was Jenna sitting beside her, and the pig practically snarled at the doe.

“The fuck do you think you’re doing, Softserve?! Is this some sort of grand scheme to win this fucking tour?!” she roared, practically reaching up and shaking the screen.

“N-No, I–!”

Jenna couldn’t even think to get any words out before Anya held up a hand beside her. “Settle down, girls. I’m afraid the tour has come to a close. There will unfortunately be no winners. Instead, the winner of this competition will be allowed to walk free.”

The girls glanced at eachother in a panic. “And what about the others?” Camille snapped, a feline growl in her throat as her tail flicked behind her.

That question got no answer, and so Katie spoke, perking up. “Like, what kind of competition, exactly?”

The mouse smiled on the screen. “Why, the only kind that makes sense, of course.”

The girls jumped slightly as mechanical movements sounded from inside the walls before four small panels opened, and tubes grew from the walls towards the table in the center. As a vacuum-like noise started, the girls watched as dozens of hotdogs spilled from the tubes across the table. Slowly, the table was filled with a mountain of the dogs, and once every last square inch of the table seemed to be covered in either sausage or bun, the tubes retracted. Megan tried to stick a hand through the panel to see if she could find anything on the other side of the wall, but she had to quickly pull her arm out before the panel lopped it off as it closed.

“An eating competition.” the mouse announced, gesturing widely to the hotdogs before them.

Immediately, tension hung in the air. Now more than ever, the competition had an animosity to it, and the girls glanced at one another, none of them above throwing the others under the bus to get ahead, especially Megan.

Jenna stammered for words, before leaning forward. “Th-This is ridiculous! M-Miss Porkette, this must be a misunderstanding! T-Talk to her!” the doe pleaded.

A moment of silence hung through the air, before, in a flash, the large pig woman threw herself out of the chair, practically diving onto the table to fill her hands with as many hotdogs as she could hold, before one by one, popping them into her mouth, cramming her cheeks full as she put each one in her mouth whole.

As she swallowed the first one, the large screen on the wall read “Porkette: 01”, and the number popped up on her collar as well.

Everyone looked at her desperation with disbelief and horror. Was this real? Were they actually in danger?

The mouse merely snorted at the sad display. “Good luck, girls.” she said, before the screen’s video cut out and showed only their names, and the number beside them.

Though the girls could no longer see them, the video for Anya and Jenna was still live, and Jenna was dumbfounded. She couldn’t believe that Porkette would so eagerly try to save her own hide over that of the tourists she was responsible for. She clenched her fists with frustration.

Anya seemed to sense that anger as she turned slowly to the doe, putting a hand on her arm. “You must be terribly confused about all this.” she said, that innocent tone coming back to the mouse, as if she hadn’t just played the role of some psychopathic villain just a moment ago. Jenna smacked her hand off of her, drawing back in her seat with shallow breaths.

“D-Don’t touch me!” she snapped, gasping for breath. She looked back at the screen. One by one, the girls’ fear gave way to desperation. Surprisingly, the first of which was Camille. Likely due to that gnawing hunger having returned for her, and this was merely the push she needed to indulge it. Regardless, the feline leapt at the table, leaning down and shoving a hotdog past her lips, quickly trying to scarf it down and swallow it, but not quite able to eat the whole thing in one go like Porkette was able to, now coming up on six hotdogs.

Megan snarled with a thinly-veiled rage, before storming towards the table. Her competitive spirit seemed to fill her with ferocity as she claws hotdogs towards her end of the table, lining them up and scooping them into her mouth one at a time, wincing as she tried to fit the entire thing in her mouth like Porkette.

And of course, Katie seemed to catch on the slowest. Once she finally realized the dire situation, though, she did the same as the others, her feathered arms sliding hot dogs her way so she could lean down and cram one into her beak, having a lot less trouble fitting the whole thing in her mouth than the others. “Amateurs~.” she giggled past the mouthful.

The mouse sat there for a moment, before sighing as she noticed Jenna unable to tear her eyes off the screen.

“I know that you think I'm the villain here, Jenna.” the mouse said plainly from behind Jenna.

Jenna scrunched her face in frustration, furrowing her brow. She didn’t turn around, only leaning further over the computer screen. “And how else am I supposed to see the person who’s got my friends locked in a torture room?” she spat under her breath. She clenched her fist in front of her, wondering if she should try to attack the mouse here and now.

However, that idea quickly slipped away as she heard the click of that gun behind her. Her heart dropped, and she felt her blood run ice cold.

“If those are your friends, you need to keep better company.” Anya said simply. In the reflection of the screen, Jenna watched her gesture with the gun for her to turn her chair around. Shakily, she swallowed, and slowly turned to face the mouse.

The girls threw themselves across the table to reach for every last hotdog they could. They practically divided the table into their own personal piles, far more than they could feasibly stomach, before digging in. However, even as they ate, they would try to steal some from the other piles undetected. Porkette and Megan were the most guilty of this.

Katie’s number ticked up the fastest. She swallowed down hotdogs without even chewing, throwing her head back and letting it slide down her throat as if she had practiced just before this. The girls watched each hotdog form a small bulge in her throat on its way down, before she sighed in satisfaction with each one that fell into her stomach, the gluttonous bird reaching for the next. Before long, the girls could hear gurgling coming from the plump bird, and they looked to see her collar read “25” on it, a bloated midsection giving the bluebird a pregnant waddle to prove it as she moved around the table.

“Better–Bruuuorrp!–Better try to keep up, girls!” she mused, seeming to partly take this whole matter as some sort of fun joke even still.

However, Porkette wasn’t far behind. Leaned over the table, snorting and making piggish sounds of gluttony, the woman gorged herself as she slid hotdogs by the armful to her maw, filling her cheeks with them. She managed to scarf down two at a time now in a rapid attempt to catch up to Katie, her collar reading “20”, and her skintight bodysuit seeming to hug her tighter and tighter as her stomach swelled.

Megan and Camille practically stayed neck and neck, both of their collars reading “18”. They both blushed madly at how shameful they looked, leaning over the table and eating like feral animals as they filled their mouths with the food.

Camille groaned in discomfort, the foodbaby on her waist squeezed by her tight yoga pants. She quickly tried to slide them down a bit to give herself some relief. “God, I hate hotdogs!” she huffed between pants for air, before cramming another one in her mouth. “This is gonna take forever to work off!” she whined.

Megan gave a strained effort to swallow one down, before groaning, putting a hand to her stomach and wincing at how strained the buttons of her top felt. “Then–Uuuarp!–t-tap out now or suck it up!” the pig hissed, moaning as she doubled her efforts and reached for the next one.

“You’re… clones…?” Jenna asked, still unable to fully believe it. “But… you don’t all look exactly the same. You have different coloured fur and eyes?”

Anya nodded. “We all come from the same original DNA subject. Some of us just get small tweaks here and there to change our appearance to help keep track of us. Fur colour, tail curliness, amount of whiskers, etc. Small traits so that Porkette can keep track of who’s who.”

“But…” Jenna shook her head. That couldn’t be true. “...how would she keep track of all of that? She’s so…”

“Ditzy? Whimsical? Don’t believe the front she puts on. She’s much smarter than she lets on.”

Jenna swallowed. She almost felt justified in the inexplicably fear and dread that she felt just from being around the pig, but the last thing she wanted to do was agree with her captor.

“So… why am I not part of your competition? Why am I here with you instead of in there?”

Anya gave a chuckle at that, as if Jenna had just told a wholesome joke. “If you’re really that hungry, I can let you join it. But you’d probably be at a disadvantage if you started now.”

Jenna just glared at the mouse, not in the mood for those sorts of antics. Anya’s jovial face fell back to its stoney coldness.

“Listen, doe. This whole tour is a lie. Little more than a publicity stunt. When Porkette announced to the world that she would hold a tour and the winner at the end would take over the factory, sales of all Porkette’s products spiked by nearly ten thousand percent around the globe. Within the span of a couple months, this company has become one of the most valuable properties in the entire world.”

Anya hopped off of her chair, and leaned down to look at the screen, watching Porkette stuff herself with desperation.

“Do you really think she intends to let the company go now that it’s turned into one of the most powerful brands of all time?”

The girls were slowing down now. At least, half of them were.

Katie was the first to slow her pace. As she rapidly surpassed “82” on her collar, her movements began to grow sluggish. She groaned, her swollen, rotund stomach swaying beneath her as she doubled over and leaned against the table to hold up her weight. Her shorts felt so tight that she felt like she could barely breathe.

“Sh-Shit… this fabric is–BUUOOORRP!–hnngh… s-supposed to be stretchy….” she groaned, laying against the table on her back for a moment, her engorged stomach swaying heavily atop her, her arms at her sides.

Porkette moaned as the woman scooped handfuls of hotdogs past her lips at a time. Her makeup was smeared slightly, both by the hotdogs and by the sweat that was starting to pour down her. Between how far it was stretching and the dampness to her skin, Porkette’s bodysuit was quickly growing transparent. As another three dogs slid down her throat and brought her collar to “81”, she whimpered as she felt a split tear open over her belly button, the cold air hitting the skin and causing her eyes to open wide as she realized what had happened. But she didn’t spare a second to say anything, drowning out any worries with more hotdogs as fast as she could.

As the two slowed down with time, Camille and Megan only seemed to gain speed. As they watched eachother’s collars with glaring eyes, the fire of competition flared in both of them.

“I am–HUUOOORRP–mnnff… n-not going to lose this tour to some blow-up-titted cat!” Megan huffed between hotdogs, desperately reaching a hand down to the bottom of her shirt to try and undo a button, realizing that one had already popped off without her knowing.

“Are you… huff… serious?! All you care about is this–UUUUUARRP!–hnn… t-tour?! You heard her! It’s… pant… over! Why don’t you stay here and rot if you love this factory so much!”

“Fat ch–HIC!–chance!”

Camille hissed, but she could barely talk for more than short bursts. Every few seconds, she devolved into a panting, whimpering mess. She could feel the black bra tightening and growing constricting around her. It seemed like the more she ate, the more her chest began to steadily swell, growing heavier and sloshing as it laid atop her swollen stomach. It felt so sensitive that she could barely breathe.

Megan, as per usual, wasn’t afraid to play dirty. Stuffing two hotdogs down her throat, she came up behind Camille, putting her arms around the sides of her stomach and hoisting the massive weight up. Camille whimpered, glaring back at the pig, unable to talk through all the dogs halfway down her gullet.

“Maybe you should stop now, Kittycow~. You really think you’ll be able to work all this off…?” Megan mocked with a devil’s grin.

Camille paused for a moment, wondering if it was all worth it. With a growl, she shoved the pig off of her. She wasn’t about to let Megan get into her head with her usual tricks. Shakily, she choked down the hotdogs in her throat.

She gasped as they fell into her overpacked stomach, and finally, both of their collars read “88”. And neither of them were about to slow down now.

“So… what? You’re saying that Porkette was planning to just make us… disappear?”

“Well, isn’t that what happened to the other three?” Anya pointed out bluntly.

Jenna’s heart sank like a stone. The mouse wasn’t exactly wrong.

“All along, she planned to deal with each of the ticket-holders, and when the tour concluded, she’d make the announcement that all tourists forfeited due to the ‘great responsibility of leadership’, and that she’d sadly have to put that burden on her own porky shoulders.”

Jenna shook her head. She should’ve been numb to the horrors of the factory by now, but this… this was too far.

“But… the others…. W-Why do they need to suffer too? They didn’t have any part in this!” she pleaded for them.

Anya narrowed her eyes as she looked at the other three on the screen in disgust.

“Porkette planted the tickets herself. Found ways to get them into the hands of the most rotten girls she could find. Ones that the public would’ve hated to see as the new figurehead of the company. That way, no one would be upset when the announcement was made that they all forfeited. Everyone she picked is rotten to the core… except you. We’ve been watching all along, and you were the only one that showed any sort of compassion. The only one that might actually be missed by the world. That’s why you need to escape. To tell the world what you saw, and have this factory torn down once and for all.”

Jenna stared at her, dumbfounded. She had no idea what to even say. “B-But…” she said meekly, but no further words would come out.

The mouse slowly lowered the gun, sighing. “I’m sorry if this all seems harsh.” Anya said softly. “But this has gone on for too long. Someone needs to do something about it. You’ve seen for yourself the horrors that Porkette has cultivated in this nightmarish factory.”

The girls could no longer stand. Each of their collars, tight around their fat necks, read in the triple digits now. They weren’t sure how long had passed. An hour? Two?

Time started to melt into itself by the time the table’s load of hotdogs grew lighter than the hotdogs in the girls’ churning stomachs desperately digesting them all into the thick fat that was now piling onto each of their figures.

Porkette was falling behind now. She groaned and drooled on the table, moaning as she slid another hotdog into her maw, her collar ticking up to “161” as she heard threads splitting. She whined helplessly as she felt the straps over her breasts split with a Pop! and her chest spilled forward. Between all the movement, she felt her bodysuit rip open in large splits as the fat of her stomach and breasts poured out. She was barely covered. The bodysuit was so far up her ass now that she couldn’t sit comfortably, the obvious camel toe only hidden by how bloated her stomach was over it, and her leggings were splitting apart around her fattened thighs. With every hotdog that agonizingly slid down her throat, she seemed to feel her costume split apart in a new place.

Katie groaned, holding her gurgling stomach as she sat back, her complaints muffled by the five hotdogs clogging her open beak, her gullet already packed with one that bulged against her collar that read “184”. With a whimper, she tried to spread her legs to give her enormous stomach room to breathe. However, she immediately regretted that as the movement was all it took for her shorts to split apart, feathery blubber spilling through the stretched fabric until it ripped apart, leaving her in nothing but her underwear as she laid back in the creaking chair, moaning.

Camille and Megan, despite being unable to hold themselves up, still were elbow-to-elbow as they filled their gluttonous maws with the hotdogs. Seated right next to eachother at the end of the table with the most remaining hotdogs, their asses were practically spilling over the sides of their seats and pressing against eachother as they gorged themselves. It was almost impossible to look away from the morbid scene.

Megan, through sheer will, seemed to manage to push multiple whole dogs at a time down her throat, her gullet bulging against the collar as they slid into her overpacked stomach.

Ping!

The second-to-last button burst off of her top as she passed the “200” mark. Her breasts poured over the top of it, and her stomach bulged out underneath, pressed right against the table. Even her skirt was starting to creak every time she leaned forward, the fabric already stretched tight around her legs, and barely covering her large ass.

In close second, Camille could hear the seams along the side of her yogapants splitting. As she slipped another hotdog down her throat, her collar ticked to “200” as well, and she whimpered as she swallowed, feeling her stomach churn, and then hearing the sloshing in her breasts as they swelled like balloons another inch, the fat of them bulging over her bra to the point that it barely even covered her swollen, aching nipples. Camille whined past an overstuffed mouthful as she felt milk begin to squirt from her, trickling down the fur of her breasts and stomach.

Megan even managed to glance over at her with disgust as she choked another hotdog down, before a wicked smile crossed her lips.

The lethargic pig slowly managed to reach a hand over to Camille, squeezing her breast where it bulged from the bra. Immediately, the pressure made Camille squeal, and as she managed to choke down the hotdog in her throat, she let out a loud “Mooooooooo!” in a lewd moan, her face bright red as she felt milk gush from her. With a creak of the strap, she felt the bra finally give in a Snap! that made the elastic band whip around.

Megan gasped as she saw her plan backfiring right before her eyes. The brastrap whipped her snout, and she yelped as she leaned back in pain.

Everyone heard as her chair creaked beneath her. That movement was enough to finally make it give.

CRACK!

Megan screamed as she rolled back, the seat practically bursting apart under her.

As she hit the ground, her weight jiggled at the heavy impact, and the breath was knocked from her. The last button exploded off of her top, and it split open and let all the bloated pig it had been containing finally burst out as she gasped and moaned on her back. As her belly spilled out, that was all the pressure her skirt could take, as it quickly split along the seams all at once, bursting off of her shortly after.

A wild cry came from Megan, and she thrashed on the floor in a tantrum as she felt her fattened figure burst out of her clothes, left in nothing but her underwear.

“YOU FAT FUCKING COW! HELP ME UP BEFORE I MAKE YOU WISH YOU’D NEVER–UURP–N-NEVER–OOUURP!”

Megan couldn’t even finish her thoughts as the pressure bloated her stomach above her even further, and belches began to bubble up from her greasy maw.

“Sorry piggy~... looks like you’re all out of schemes.” Camille teased between huffs for air, and triumphantly, returned to her feast. She would win this. The finish line was in sight now.

Just like any other race, she told herself.

Megan was enraged. She wanted to smash that fat cheetah’s head against the table. But instead, she had one last plan. Megan always kept a failsafe…

Trying to calm herself down, she tried to blink the tears out of her eyes.

Whimpering, she reached up to her breasts, trying to find her tablet in the enormous cleavage.

Even with the screen sticky with sweat, she desperately opened a web browser, and looked for the video she needed…

As Camille was about to force down hotdog number two-seventeen, the screen on the wall lit back up.

The four bloated girls struggled to glance up at it. However, as they all watch, Katie’s heart sinks, and Camille drops the hotdog in her hand, mouth agape.

Uploaded to the internet just yesterday, sitting at ten million views, was the video of Camille, gorging herself with candy for all the world to see.

Camille’s stomach turned. Not entirely from the hotdogs. As she turned to Katie, the bird swore she could see fire in the cheetah’s eyes.

“N-Now… C-Camille, th-this, like, isn’t what it looks like…!” she pleaded desperately, trying to scoot back further in her creaking chair as Camille shakily pulled herself up to her feet, standing with a sway to herself.

As she threw her paw towards Katie, the bluebird thought she was about to be punched, and desperately covered her face, only to yelp as Camille grabbed her by her scant top, throwing her to the ground beside Megan.

The pig glanced over, a bit worried for her own safety now, the two lying helplessly on the floor before the furious cheetah. As Katie hit the ground, her top finally gave, the strap popping as her breasts burst free. Usually, that sort of shamelessness was right up her alley. But right now, Katie was terrified, and desperately tried to cover herself.

Before the two could react, Camille slid every last hotdog off the table and onto the floor, and dropped to her knees.

With a surprising amount of strength in her flabby arms, the cheetah held them both down by their collars. As they both gasped and pleaded with Camille, she snarled at them.

“I am so sick and tired of you meddling in everything!” she growled at Megan, before turning to Katie. “And you. How dare you try to ruin my reputation and show me like I’m some kind of pig!”

Katie gave a nervous shake of her head, desperately trying to change the cheetah’s mind. “N-No! It wasn’t like that! I-I don’t think you’re like a pig at all! If anything, you have a lot more in common with, like, cows!” she said with a nervous giggle, before she realized she’d only made it worse. Camille’s claw tightened on the collar around her neck.

With a hiss, Camille grabbed as many hotdogs as she could fit in her hands, and started cramming them down both girls’ throats.

Megan and Katie both gave muffled screams as their gullets were packed with hotdogs, bulging against the tight collars as the numbers began to tick up.

“Hnnfh!!”

“Mm-mnnfh!!”

Megan tried to glance over at Porkette, but the factory owner didn’t even move an inch to help. She wasn’t about to throw away the opportunity that this distraction had given her. Lethargically, she moved to grab some of the hotdogs for herself, trying to lean over her own stomach, reaching around her breasts, and stuffing them into her lazy maw with gluttonous groans at the effort it took. She tried desperately to ignore as her bodysuit split apart at the seams, her stomach bursting out and the threads ripping across her hips, the wedgie suddenly gone as she popped out of her outfit, practically naked in her seat except for her stretched leggings and armgloves, and of course her hat.

However, despite the shame she felt and the red that painted her cheeks, Porkette didn’t stop. She kept swallowing down as many as she could.

Jenna and Anya watched the uploaded video playing on the screen. Anya scoffed, clearly shocked at how Megan had managed to hijack the screen’s feed. However, as soon as she managed to get the camera to display the room once again, both girls gasped as they saw the three on the ground, Camille forcefeeding the two girls beneath her mercilessly, even as they tried to beg for mercy, their eyes rolling as they looked stuffed to burst.

Anya huffed, clicking the button to speak into the mic once again.

“Now now, girls. If you can’t play nice, you don’t get to play at all. I tried to have a friendly competition for you all and this is how you show your gratitude?”

Before Jenna could even ask what she was planning on doing, she watched Anya slam her fist against a button.

The panels opened again, and the four tubes snaked out of the walls. However, this time, they didn’t move towards the table. Quickly, they lunged at each of the girls, and the funnel at the tip of each tube turned into a muzzle-like device that immediately latched onto their collars as soon as it locked into place.

“W-Wait–!” Jenna tried to yell, before the mouse pressed another button. Jenna looked over at the tube along the wall, and watched as the fast blur of hotdogs passing by grew, suddenly tripling in the amount of dogs that flew by.

With a bit of effort, she threw herself out of her chair, pressing her hands against the glass of the tube, banging on it in a futile effort to get it to stop. Jenna noticed a hatch on the tube, but it had a lock to keep anyone from opening it.

“M-Make it stop! This isn’t fair!” she cried.

Anya narrowed her eyes at her, shooting her an icy look. “I couldn’t now even if I wanted to.”

The girls’ screams were muffled by the tubes over their muzzles as they threw their heads from side to side, yanking on the tube to desperately find a way to break out of it.

But it only lasted so long. After a few seconds, it started. The tubes filled with hotdogs. Dozens of them. Each of the four gave a gasp that was interrupted by a relentless flow of the greasy dogs. The three girls writhed on the floor as they felt their throats fill. They tried desperately to swallow, even though each of them practically felt like a balloon from the pressure. Their stomachs swelled and bloated, all of their belly buttons slowly popping out from the pressure. Whimpering the three on the ground tried fruitlessly to get up onto their feet, but it was far too late for that. And in her seat, Porkette merely gave a sickening groan as she felt herself swelling to her limit, shivering at the pressure she felt in her stomach. Her eyes rolled, and she heard a Crack! as, like Megan, her chair gave out, and felt herself fall on her ass and splay out like the others, filled like a balloon on the floor.

Jenna looked at Anya with horror. “Y-You can’t do this! Th-This is too far!” she cried desperately.

The mouse huffed, growing impatient with the deer. “Listen, brat, if you think–”

Before Anya could even finish her sentence, Jenna reached forward and snatched the gun from her.

The mouse gave her a wild look, ready to pounce at her, and she panicked. Not knowing how to use a firearm, she simply closed her eyes as she brought the butt of the gun down as hard as she could against the lock, hearing it crack and break. She opened her eyes, a rush of triump as she saw the lock hanging, broken.

However, victory was short-lived as Anya threw herself at the doe. Jenna quickly threw the gun to the other side of the room to keep it away from the mouse, wrestling with the small rodent as she practically tried to claw Jenna’s eyes out in a wild rage.

“G-Get off me!”

“Why?! You would side with a monster like Porkette!”

“I’m not going to let you kill my only friends!” she cried.

“You’ll be condemning them to an even worse fate if you let that pig get away with this!”

Without thinking, Jenna pulled the mouse off of her with all her strength, and threw the hatch open.

Anya gasped as she realized what Jenna was doing, and tried to plead with her, but she only had a split second, before Jenna shoved her in.

The mouse screamed as the tube carried her away, her shriek growing distant, shivering Jenna to her core.

She stood there for a moment, gasping for air. Her heart was beating, and she could feel her blood pumping. Trying to get her bearings, she looked around, finding a keyring on the table.

The girls were practically choking on the hotdogs. They couldn’t take anymore. Their gullets practically felt filled to the brim, and their stomachs couldn’t stretch anymore. They gave muffled groans as they practically inflated like overfilled balloons, Camille whimpering as her yoga pants split across her fattened legs, milk squirting over herself from her breasts like fountains as they swelled with the new calories being pumped into her. Their collars were each in the four-hundreds range now, rapidly approaching the five-hundreds.

They were barely conscious when the flow finally stopped, the last few hotdogs squished into their maws before the tubes fell empty.

They all gasped, panting for air. None of them could breathe. They all felt like bombs on the verge of detonating as they glanced amongst eachother, practically shocked they were all still in one piece.

Finally, they all glanced up to the monitor as they heard a warning buzz. The bold red letters of “CLOG DETECTED” showed on the screen, before flashing to a view of what that ‘clog’ was exactly.

They all watched in disbelief as the mouse that they had seen on the screen who seemed to take them captive sat lodged in the tube. Only, it wasn’t the same petite, tiny mouse who had greeted them prior.

That ‘clog’ was her waist, the tube bent around her stomach and hips as they bloated outwards. Pipes groaned and bent as the flow of hotdogs went straight into the only place they could with all the pressure behind them–Anya’s open mouth. She tried to scream, but all that came out was muffled groans and gurgles as she filled with the dozens and dozens of hotdogs that had been pumped into the four.

The girls’ attention was pulled toward the far wall of the room as they heard a bang against it, and they all started to panic, before they watched as a secret door slid away. Jenna waddled through, sweating and breathless from racing all the way there.

“D-Don’t worry… I’m… huff… here….”

Immediately, Porkette’s mood lightened, as if nothing at all had gone wrong, and she tried to reach over herself to clap cheerfully for Jenna’s daring heroism, but she couldn’t seem to touch her hands together past her chest.

Quickly, Jenna hurried over to Porkette. She hesitated for just a moment, but as the woman gave her an innocent look, silently pleading for her aid, Jenna sighed, and begrudgingly brought the keys to the collar, unlocking it from Porkette and pulling the muzzle off of her.

“Oh, goodness! I forgot how lovely air tastes when it’s not–Bruurrp–not through a tube~!” she announced with glee, slowly trying to roll herself into a sitting position.

As Jenna freed them all one by one, they all watched the monitor. Anya filled at an exponentially faster rate than the girls, both due to how much smaller of an animal she was, and due to intaking quadruple the amount. She made shuddering moans and cries, whimpering as the pressure of the tubes built higher and higher as they had to bulge outwards to accommodate the immense mouse. She was becoming outright rotund. A shape that was entirely unnatural, and the girls couldn’t believe she hadn’t ruptured at the seams by now. As her eyes bulged and rolled back, her stomach glowing an angry red, her head sunk into the bloated fat of her neck, and the ballooned mouse gave one last desperate whimper, before the video cut out.

However, even from inside the room, the girls could hear the haunting boom that shook the walls, rumbling through the factory.

With uncertainty, they all slowly glanced up at the monitor, reading the letters in green, “Clog Cleared! Cleaning Out Tubes Before Resuming.”

“Hurry up! We don’t have that long!” Megan barked at Jenna, who shakily returned to taking her muzzle off. “R-Right, sorry…” Jenna gasped, trying to snap out of it.

She quickly got the muzzle off of Megan, then Camille. As the cheetah slowly managed to get herself to her feet, holding herself up by the table, she glared down at Katie as Jenna rushed to her side to get her loose.

Whimpering, the bloated bluebird glanced over at Camille, on the verge of tears. “Y-You psycho! I hope you never run again with that fat gut and those cow tits of yours!” she spat at her.

Jenna desperately fumbled with the keys, finally unlocking the muzzle from the collar.

However, as she pulled the muzzle off, she felt Camille grab her shoulder. Her blood ran cold. She swallowed nervously, shakily looking up at the cheetah, who didn’t even glance her way. Camille had her eyes locked onto Katie’s top laying on the floor, that had her phone laying in one of the cups.

“Hey Jenna. I’ll handle this.” Camille said calmly.

Terrified, Jenna pulled back, lip quivering as she watched helplessly to see what the cheetah had planned.

Even Megan looked shocked as she watched Camille pick up two of the tubes. Before Katie could get to her feet, Camille put a heavy paw on her chest, knocking the wind out of her as she held her down, gasping.

“W-Wait!” she cried.

As soon as Katie’s beak opened wide, the bluebird’s eyes shot open as she felt two of the large tubes crammed down her throat.

“Mnnfh! Hnnfh!”

“Well, look at that~. Looks like you really do have the biggest mouth of all of us.” Camille taunted, before setting up Katie’s phone on the table. With a few taps, she went straight to her livestream page, and tapped the button to go live. The cheetah gave a smile.

“Hey there, all you bluebird lovers~. Go ahead and report us for indecency all you want, because unfortunately, this will probably be Katie’s last stream for a while! However, she wanted to really sign off with something special.”

Everyone looked at eachother, uncertain whether to get between the unhinged cheetah and her revenge.

Finally, Megan could hear footsteps marching towards the room. “Uhh… Camille? What the fuck are you doing? We need to go!” she urged.

“Just a second, you worry-wart. Katie’s got an audience to please! You just wouldn’t understand social media. Right, Katie?”

The bird gave a desperate whimper, shaking her head and trying to pull the tubes out from her beak, but Camille simply pulled her hands away by the wrist.

“That’s right!”

Jenna watched as the cheetah picked up the other two tubes, pulling the muzzles off of each of them.

“Now, ladies and gentlemen, wish Katie farewell with this stream, and enjoy the show!” Camille shouted as she turned Katie around and bent her over. Katie screamed through the tubes in her mouth as Camille pulled her panties down around her legs, and pushed the tubes into her, one straight up her ass, and one right up her pussy.

Katie yelped at the feeling, practically already feeling stretched out as she had to hold her arms and legs out wide just to not feel packed to burst.

Camille’s ear perked as the bird made a last desperate, shaky plea for forgiveness, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“Camille! You can’t!” Jenna screamed, but Camille merely dismissed her with a flick of her tail as she leaned down to grab the bird by the chin.

“What was that you said earlier? ‘People would pay out the ass to see this’~.” the cheetah mused with a smile, a paw between the bird’s thighs to tease her gently, leaving the bluebird moaning through the tubes shamelessly.

With that, Katie threw a tantrum, thrashing against the tubes to try and pull them out despite not even being able to reach anymore.

Finally, the monitor suddenly beeped with an “All Clean!” flashing on the screen, before the tubes began to swell…

Jenna could hardly look away as the bulges in the tubes reached Katie.

Like a balloon filled from multiple ends, she began to swell. If the bluebird thought she was at her limit before, she had no idea.

The tubes seemed to churn out every hotdog that had been waiting for the blockage to be cleared up, and so the flow was working double-time to make up for it.

Gurgling filled the room as the bird bloated, stuffed to burst like a holiday turkey. Her belly looked utterly engorged as both her stomach and her womb were filled. Her throat bulged as her neck grew thicker and thicker, the collar tightening around it as it struggled to keep up, the number trying to keep ticking up until finally it seemed to reach its limit, flashing random lights on the small screen instead as it seemed to practically short-circuit, before at last, it snapped off of her fat neck.

Katie could make no other sounds than desperate groans as she filled past the point of no return. Her panties split apart, bursting off of her and leaving her utterly naked in front of her audience as she ballooned into an unrecognizable parody of herself.

The viewers ticked up rapidly as comments flooded in. Most thought it was fake, but plenty seemed eager to see just how much she could take.

“Seems like that big mouth is good for something after all!”

“whoa. is she creaking? she sounds like a balloon!”

“woohoo! See how much her big blue ass can hold!”

“SHE’S GONNA BLOW!!!”

Camille felt a surge of satisfaction as she looked at the chaos of Katie’s community. She turned to the bird-blimp with a smile. “Look at that, Katie. Looks like you’re bigger than ever~.” she purred with a smirk.

Katie couldn’t respond. She merely whimpered with tears in her eyes, reaching out a chubby hand, likely to try and strangle the feline, who merely stepped away from the immobile bluebird with a small flick of her tail.

Megan scoffed as Camille walked away. “All done with your monologue there, psycho?” she spat, before throwing the door open.

Jenna glanced at Katie, mouth twitching, trying to figure out how to help her. And yet, the other three were already on their way out the door.

“Softserve! Hurry the hell up! They’re coming!”

Jenna just stood there, dumbfounded. Even after all this, she’d lose another friend. She held a hand out to Katie, who glanced at her, barely still keeping conscious, looking as stretched as an overfilled waterballoon, her sides pushing against the wall and the table as red stretch marks started to appear all across her body. Slowly, a gurgling and a rumbling sound started to become audible from inside the overstuffed bird, the tubes starting to swell with pressure as the room inside Katie quickly began to run out and could barely grow another inch to make any more space.

Jenna stepped forward, trying to widen her stance. Slowly, she got a hand around the tube in Katie’s ass, and pulled. The bluebird whimpered, but the tube just wouldn’t budge.

And… Jenna looked up, and watched as the rest of the tube slowly swelled with hotdogs as she held it.

Startled, she let go, and she heard a muffled scream from the sweating, blubbery blimp of fat as she filled with them all, the pressure making her noticeably swell as the hotdogs were stuffed inside her all at once, her eyes watering from the force.

Jenna tried to say something, but she couldn’t. She didn’t want to look at what Katie had become. She wanted nothing more than to be out of this factory once and for all.

And so, without so much as a goodbye, Jenna followed after the others.

And at last, Katie was left all alone… swelling… growing….

She cried out. She could barely move her arms and legs now, they were so lethargic and heavy. Her talons couldn’t touch the floor. She merely swayed lazily from side to side, creaking as her body filled like a ticking bomb until her feathers were thin over her stretched body and her stomach began to shine red.

Her eyes rolled back. She practically filled half the room now. She didn’t seem to have a single thought inside that head of hers anymore. At least, not besides the greasy, unhealthy taste of hotdogs. Like everyone had always said about her, she seemed to grow as dumb as cattle as she rapidly approached her limit…

And, for better or for worse, she had been right about one thing.

Katie’s body, for as long as she could remember, had accentuated her ass and breasts when her weight went up. She was blessed with a metabolism that most girls would have killed for.

However, that metabolism was now working against her. Whether it was just a genetic miracle or whether there was something tampered in those hotdogs, she just kept filling… and filling…

Rather than continuing to merely blimp around her waist, Katie’s rapid bloating was nearly matched by the fat that rapidly began to pile onto her ass and chest. Her rear weighed her down, practically feeling like she was being crushed by the weight of her own rear, and simultaneously pulled forward by the mass of her heaving tits. She felt anchored down by both sides, and gravity did its best to ensure that the crushing weight would have been unbearable for the stuffed bird, had she not been rendered practically mindless by her gorging. Even the lips of her pussy began to grow fatter around the tube, only serving to secure it even further as the tube swelled with pressure inside her. The one in her rear did much the same.

Her quick metabolism, which had once been a blessing, was now her curse. Keeping her weighed down, able to take far more food than she ever should have been able to. Prolonging her fate.

Her tailfeathers twitched as she ballooned. It was practically the only thing that the enormous bluebird could move at this point. She was past the point of no return now. Even if the hotdogs stopped their flow, the bird would be little more than massive, mindless cattle for the rest of her days. It took all the effort she could give to barely lift her head over her engorged neck, just an inch, to see her phone sitting there on the table, propped up by a hotdog, the camera pointed right at her for all her audience to watch.

The mice that arrived on the scene were met with a great surprise, as they opened the door to a bulging of feathered fat that blocked their way and only bloated and spilled further outward once the door opened.

The mice looked at eachother, wondering what to do, before trying to listen closer.

They could hear something. Straining to hear it through all the padding of engorged fat, all the churning, all the gurgling and bubbling, they could make out a faint, muffled moan.

“Mmph… hnnfh… more… mnnfh… views…” Somewhere, in that empty brain, a single urge still yet survived–Katie’s hunger for attention.

“Come on, girls! We need to get out of here before the rest of that mouse’s hooligans find us!” Porkette called between huffs and gasps as she waddled as quickly as she could, trying her best to cover as much of herself as she could with her arms.

But behind her, Jenna just stopped, clenching her fists at her side. She’d had all that she could take today. She was finally at her limit.

Don’t pretend like you don’t know her name. You make sure you can keep track of all of them, don’t you?

“Don’t you mean ‘clones’?” she snapped at Porkette from behind the group. Everyone stopped in their tracks.

What a regrettable violation of employee contracts! Sorry about that! Now, why don’t we just enjoy the rest of the tour, hm?

A) Creme Corner

B) The Embiggener

C) The Shrinker

D) Fizz & Bubble

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