This choice: Force: Maria still turns her nose up! Time for the pig trough. • Go Back...Chapter #13Force: Maria still turns her nose up! Time for ... by: NackVixen   The barn stayed warm for much of the night, but Maria could hardly feel the cold when it came. She was sweating from the packed belly looming over it. It was vast, she was atonished anyone could eat so much. She couldn't do anything but carefully balance it in her paws, it spread out over her thickened thighs and past her knees, pushing out in a gravid red swell. Sleeping wasn't easy, between the loud noises of her stomach and the weak farts from her widened rear end.
Morning wasn't much better for Maria. Light poured through the slats of the barn and the hay loft, making her pry her gummed eyes open. She felt like she was being smothered by a heavy quilt. Slowly, the vixen pushed herself up to her feet, woozy and worn out from her forceful feeding the day before. It wasn't an easy task, she felt so heavy. She peered downward over the food smeared from.
Oh.
Maria's curvy body, which has always put her in prime position for Bar Wench or Whore professions and pushed her to be an adventurer in the first place, has expanded overnight from her feast. Her breasts have gotten even heavier, her paws denting into the big teardrops, heaving them up to get a look at the fattened swell of her belly, drooping down well over her thighs and sticking out a shelf for her big fat tits. She'd always been a bit hefty, but they were getting huge now. She looked around, dreading a mirror, anything to look at herself. Walking around the barn to get her bearings wasn't easy. Her gait was slowed down to a waddle, fat thighs rubbing against each other, and she could FEEL just how fat her ass had gotten. It bounced against her thighs with each step. She was getting huge. She HAD to get out of here.
The hayloft was out of the question. She wouldn't fit on the ladder. She lumbered into one of the stalls, hoping to buy some time. A chain? It was the only weapon she could manage. She picked it up and grasped it in small hope.
The sounds of work outside slid in through the slats. Pigs grunting, heaving objects up to the barn. The unchaining of the barn door, metal loops sliding through the braces of the door. She couldn't see much out of the stall but she could hear the heavy tread and snorts of several of the pigs as they made their way closer. Maria moved to make a weak jump out of the stall, only to fall on her ass as two great buckets of water splashed over her front. The two brawny porkers grabbed at her flabby arms, using their hands to loosen up the mess she had made of herself the previous day. The priest came up with a third bucket, washing much of the rest as well as some of the musky sweat out to the straw below. Sputtering, Maria struggled as they led her back out to a new feasting table.
The priest stood in front of the townspigs, letting them jeer and laugh at the fattened vixen before he lifted his hands. He spread his arms to the massive spread in front of them. It was even bigger than yesterday, by quite a bit. She could hardly believed she stomached the previous meal. This would surely be her end. "You can sit down and embrace your gluttony. It'll go easier on you if you do."
Maria shook her head, feeling her face shake. Even her face was getting big now. The townspigs cheered. The boar nodded his head. "I thought so. So we already brought out something for our sacrifical piggy." Two of the burlier males heaved a low trough in front of the barn, but with two large sturdy loops on it. The trough angled towards the middle, where a slight chin rest stood.
Before Maria could fathom what it was for, the two guards pushed her over on her front, the vixen sprawlign helplessly on her fat belly and breasts. She struggled in vain, for one last escape before they strapped her arms out to either side, putting her fat muzzle over the rest and into the middle of the trough. Maria struggled, only earning the waggling of her ass and a weak fart from it. "Why me?! What do you get out of this?"
The priest waved forward. A huge bowl was set on the table, and what looked like warmed animal grease was poured into it, along with one of the platters of food. A third pig worked at it with a large wooden spoon. "Bounty. Usually we sacrifice one of our own, but we are already fairly..." he pats his stomach, "gluttonous. The Lipomancer will give us a great year of bounty for one like you, who has only just tasted what it's like to endulge." The first bucket was hefted over and dropped into the side of the trough, pouring the greasy slop into the angled center.
The slop came up to her muzzle, but with some effort, she was able to angle her fat face away and let the slop only touch her chin. Until the next bucket came in, making her cough and splutter. She was nearly drowned in greasy slop!
"All you have to do is eat!" The priest called. And Maria saw it. She could eat, or drown in food. It was a thick greasy paste of pastry. She opened her mouth, swallowing two large mouthfuls of the mush into her mouth, just enough to give her nose a chance to suck in a breath of greasy air. She coughed in her respite, interrupted by the next bucket of slop. She had to keep eating or drown.
Maria sucked in a mouthful of the pig slop, gulping it down. It was thick and warm and only barely flavorful enough to ignore the fact she was drinking fat. She struggled to suck down enough of the mush so she could get her nose up again. Until another bucket came in, filling up the trough nearly to her eyes. She started to struggle, trying to get her knees under her, trying to force against the bonds, but she was pulled tight in position. There was no moving.
She had to eat. Eat or drown. She started gulping the mush down as fast as she could, open her mouth wide and sucking in great mouthful of it until her nose was free. She panted through her nose wildly, trying to suck in breath. The next bucket crashed in, nearly drowning her again. Again, Maria wildly gulped at the slop until she could get her nose free and take a momentary break. And again she was put under.
After a fourth near drowning frayed her nerves, she realized she would have to give up trying to stop at all. She would have to gulp. It was the only way to get the life giving air. So in the growing sun, she gulped. It took her nearly ten minutes, but she was able to find a pace of swallowing the slop where she wouldn't get smothered by it, and she worked at it. She baked in the sun, her rotund weight warming her quickly, making her sweat. And the horrible food was giving hell to her guts, making her widened ass burst with sporadic farts. Every time, the pigs cheered and laughed, hands slapping at the fattened ass, the bloated belly.
It was less aching than before. Every part of her body didn't hurt. And there was much more time for her belly to expand and swell into the meal. She could feel it spreading over the grass in front of the barn, pushing out to either side of her. Pushing her breasts up to her neck. Then the familiar feeling came again. The fact she was pushing more food into her body then it wanted. Worse, she had to slowly push herself up onto her knees, bunching herself closer to the trough to give her belly more room. Each gulp pushed it fuller, but there wasn't much room for her to give herself. Her fat thighs pushed her stomach from underneath. All she was doing as pushing her ass higher into the air.
This time, at least, she could see her progress. Watching the table dwindle as the entire thing was served to her. Meat pastries softened in warm grease. Heavy meat soups and sauces mixed with thick fat. Sweets by the dozen, buttercream icing, ruined and mixed into a greasy slurry. She had to chomp down and gulp the mostly liquid meal to get air back into her nose. It was a day long process. But without rest. A full day of feasting.
When the sun began to set, they pushed the fox off and onto her back. She could hardly breathe, aching for each gasp as her stomach pushed down against her. A massive sphere that loomed over her, sloshing, gurgling, creaking painfully as each townspig touched it to 'bless' it. Grease covered her entire face and breasts, and sweat cooled her aching belly and body. Every touch to her belly was heaven, soothing the unbelievably large meal.
But Maria didn't think she could last another day of being so forcefully stuffed. | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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