This choice: Fight her way free: It usually works! • Go Back...Chapter #12Fight her way free: It usually works! by: NackVixen   Maria was a warrior, dammit! She wasn't going to stand for this! Even if she was naked, they were all fat. She could deal with them! It was that or be sacrificed, the little voice of courage told her.
The vixen turned, burying her fist into his flabby gut. The boar squealed in pain and doubled over, and Maria made another run for it. Leaving the boar wheezing, she flung herself on a guard, putting two hands on the spear and twisting. The two grappled over the weapon, the powerful pig and the fattened vixen wobbling back and forth.
Twisting the spear up and out, Maria finally got it in her grasp, twisting around to take care of the other guard. When she felt the butt of the spear crash against her head.
Groggily coming back to life, Maria found herself tied up again. This was becoming a thing. She tried to move her head to clear it and get a better look at her surroundings, but it was stuck. A quick test proved her hands were as well. The courage she felt fled quickly as she realized she was rather firmly strapped to the chair at the head of the table this time. The large tusked boar waved his hands expansively and began to speak.
"Usually, our sacrifice is a little more willing. But that's alright. It's been a while, but we have the tools for the holy rite!" Another boar called out, this one clad in a flowing red robe, clearly some kind of priest for whatever strange cult Maria was now a captive of. The two guards, much more roughly now, pull the vixen's muzzle open, sliding in a wide mouthed funnel and locking it in place. Maria started to struggle again, setting soft breasts and belly jiggling as she did, but it was universally ignored as the priest brought forth an impressively large sausage grinder, setting it over the funnel.
Clapping his hands three times, the priest lifted hammy hands and flabby arms into the air. "With this, we begin the ceremony. We take this brave adventurer and force them down the path of gluttony, so that the Lipomancer will look favorably on us!" The crowd nodded solemnly. Maria tried to scream, the words echoed but made garbled by the funnel.
"Ten days shall we devote to the sin of gluttony. Ten days shall we fast to show our devotion to the Lipomancer, willing to put his needs above our own. Then a year of feasting!" The pigs cheer and begin to grasp trays and platters and clamber up to the machine. The priest, fat, but sturdy, grasped the well worn wooden portion of the steel handle. With a slow mechanical grinding, the huge machine started.
The first townspig dumped a plate of something meaty and gravy drenched in. Maria couldn't see it. She could only hear the grinding of the machine. Gravy dripped out first, warm rich beefy flavor dripping on her face and chest, then into the funnel. Next, ground ropes of the tenderloin squeezed out from the machine, slopping down into the tunnel. Maria choked as the first mass of mush struck her open mouth, the vixen struggling to swallow it. It was soft enough that she could swallow it without trouble, and it struck her tongue, the salty tender taste brief before she struggled to swallow. Without the ability to close her mouth, it was work to get her throat working just right to swallow each mouthful without it choking her.
Just as one dished finished, the next two pigs were eager to try and fight over who dumped in theirs first, resorting in two thick plops into the machine. One of the beefy guards used a thick wooden spatula to slide the contents further into the grinder, until it hit the gears and began to mush about. Something creamy and cheesy hit the funnel, but it mixed with something thick and sweet, creating a rather unlooked for taste. Some sort of creamy pasta and a cake with chocolate sauce? More heavy drips splattered across her breasts in the form of the mixed sauce.
"She's beginning to look like a real pig now!" One of the bloated pigs called as the handle was steadily cranked, churning the mass of food into Maria's mouth.
It was exhausting, leaning with her head back, struggling to ease her throat enough to let everything slide down. When she started to cough from the dryiness of a particular pastry, she nearly choked as cream splashed out of the machine, dumped in by a guard to wash out the machine.
Everything on the table went in. Slowly, Maria's stomach, already well abused by the devouring of the pig from before, expanded. She'd never eaten so much at one time, and the pigs weren't letting up even for the whimpers from her as her belly expanded. Creams and sauces, goo and glop slid down between her breasts as the entire table as forced into her belly. The blubbery expanse of her middle first showed no signs of gurgling, but as the day wore on, it began to round and swell. The soft rolls smoothed out as the stomach beneath belly fat was tortured with a seemingly endless supply of food. Maria's head was tilted back. She couldn't see the table. When would it be done?
Dishes mixed together. She could taste some, but others were churned into a milky fatty mass by the grinder, continually pushed into the funnel. Her stomach was starting to ache. Worse, the barn was trapping the heat of the day, making it musky from the smell of the sweating townsfolk and her own collecting sweat, moist underneath her fattened breasts and belly. She spread her plump thighs to let her belly hang a bit more into her lap, but that did little to help. Her stomach was being filled like a wine skin, pushed more than she could take.
She shook her head vigorously, she couldn't take much more! But the priest only laughed. Just as it was slowing down, one of the guards took over. With a snorting grunt, he worked the handle harder, forcing more into the funnel faster, creating a back log of the mush! Maria struggled to gulp it down before it started choking her, groaning with every new moment as her stomach strained. Did they mean to make her eat so much she would pop? It was a horrible thought.
She could feel it. Her stomach straining inside of her, she thought she could hear the creaking of muscle and the straining of her belly flesh. Her snorting grew louder from her nose as a thick slab of mint cake was poured into her muzzle. This was it. With every gulp, she could feel herself being pushed further to the limit.
With the last gulp, her body shivered and convulsed, but beyond a few drips from the funnel, nothing else came. She frantically looked back and forth, trying to see around the funnel. Finally, with a wrench, the funnel came out, letting Maria relax her mouth. Her jaw was on fire, forcing her to very slowly close it to prevent pain. The priest was saying something. She could barely hear it through the thundering of blood in her ears.
"Tomorrow, we shall meet again! This pig will be our finest sacrifice yet." The priest yanked off the head strap, and Maria's head leaned forward, a pain searing through her neck. She got a look at her front and the mess of food streaming down it, and her stomach. It was round and the flesh beneath the fur was red with strain. She could hear the stomach beneath struggle with the meal fit for twenty. Two more straps came down and Maria collapsed against the straw on the barn floor. The pigs guffawed and mocked as they passed the vixen cradling her stomach.
As Maria moaned pitifully around the enormous meal, the boar priest slowly waddled over, panting from the day's work. "That was just the trainer meal. Tomorrow, your stomach should be so large, you won't be able to resist." The two guards closed the barn doors and audibly chained it shut. Leaving Maria to lie there and digest. And wait for tomorrow's even larger feast.
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