Chapter 2 - la piggua restaurant 2

Next thing I knew, I was on the floor in a puddle of my own drool. I looked at the clock, and luckily it was right about lunch time. My clothes were now insanely tight. They were also now starting to ride up my belly, and my jean's button had popped. My skin was also starting to pinken a bit. I went to Piggua's and confided in Elly about my clothes situation (even though she could pretty much already see it), and she told me to wait for a moment. She came back with a bunch of huge clothes that had the Piggua's log (a big, greasy pig) on it, and she gave them all to me for free. I loved it, and said I would wear the clothes every day. I got five sandwiches to go.
When I got back to work, I shoved all of my food down and started belching a lot, causing people to stare, but I didn't mind. I went right back to sleep. That was the first night that my coworkers didn't invite me to dinner, and they actively tried to ignore me. I went back to Piggua's again, and this time, the place was filled to the brim, and I had to wait eighteen minutes to get a table. Yeah, I timed it, I really wanted food. I got two servings of glob, and a cup of Piggua's Made. The drink surprisingly tasted really amazing, and I ended up getting four servings of it. Oddly, though, as I kept drinking it, I started feeling more and more braindead, but I was fine with it. Elly was starting to act really different. When I had met her, she was really smart and used complex sentences, but now, she was pretty dumb, and spoke like it, too. She was now about six and a half feet tall, which was a little shocking, but oh well. All of the other waiters were like that too. I went home really jolly. I slept amazingly well that night, and when I woke up, I decided to just go to Piggua's and not shower. I ate a lot there, and took a bunch to go. When I got to work I did my new routine of eating it, sleeping, then waking up to go to Piggua's again. That night, when work let out, I went straight to Piggua's. The place was completely stuffed. People were frantically trying to get a seat, and I was one of them. This all stopped, however, when the head chef, Piggua himself, came out and got everyone's attention from just his presence alone. It was the first time I had ever seen Piggua. He was gorgeous, with a muscular body and a beautiful face. He yelled to the crowd, "I realize your problems with space, so I have decided to fix that for you! Feast your eyes on the new and improved system of dining!"
All of the waiters and waitresses waddled over to the tables and took them out of the room. I hadn't noticed up until then that the carpet was gone. Then, the waiters and waitresses came back with huge buckets, and dumped a bunch of glob onto the floor. Everyone jumped (or, at least, move as best they could) at the glob and began sucking it off of the ground. I did the same. It was a great night, and any time the glob would run out, new buckets would be brought out and dumped onto the floor again. It didn't even cost anything, other than that we had to give them our credit cards forever, but I didn't care. I stayed there until about midnight eating, and when I was finally done, waddled out of the place. My belly jiggled everywhere now, even at the slightest movement, and I had to waddle really slowly for my thighs not to chase.
The next day I went to Piggua's, and ate as much glob as I could until I had to leave for work. When I got to work, my boss called me into his office. He said that he was very worried about my behavior and my rapid weight gain, and if I didn't change it soon, I would be fired. I then got a genius idea. I asked Emmy (who now could barely walk, and was completely pink, along with the fact that she was now about seven feet tall) if I could have a bucket of Piggua's Made. She gave it to me, and while everyone at work was out for lunch, I snuck some into the coffee machine. It mixed really well, and I got excited for my coworkers to become like me. By the end of the day, I was already noticing changes in them. They were starting to gain a little weight and act a bit more stupid. I was so happy from it I went to Piggua's and ate glob the whole night. The next morning, I went to work and slept throughout the day, but no one disrupted me this time.
That night, at the restaurant, the head chef came out again, and had a proclamation. "The word customer is too long, so I decided to change it to make it shorter. From now on, servers, call the buyer 'pig' from now on. Also, we are opening up a new location!"
We didn't know what to say to the first part, but at the second we all cheered in glee. I didn't mind being called "pig" if I got a new place to eat at. I got so happy from it I snorted in joy. I ate my glob and realized my clothes were too small again. However, Emmy told me that they were all out of new ones, so I had to work with what I had right then.
My back was beginning to kill me from carrying so much weight in my belly. It had gotten so massive, I had to lean over to maintain it. I realized this was a predicament, so I had a great idea. I would just start walking around on all-fours as much as possible.
The next day, at work, my boss called me into his office. He told me he saw the error of his ways and was now promoting me to his right hand man. We were also becoming great endorsers of Piggua's Restaurant, which made me super happy. My first command to my coworkers was that I wanted them to start walking on all-fours in the office from then on, and they all agreed.
A few nights later, Piggua came out again and said a big thing. "From here on, I want all pigs to squeal when they want something or enjoy the food."
While it was pretty much a command to the guests, we didn't care, and all obliged. My all-fours trend caught on, and eventually everyone in the restaurant started going on all-fours. My belly eventually got so big it would touch the ground when I was on my hands and knees, but I didn't care a thing about that. All I cared about was eating and making Piggua happy.
I eventually was promoted by the boss to take his place since I was so smart. My first action was that I bought a bunch of glob buckets and dumped it everywhere, so that people could roll around in it if they wanted to. I know I rolled around in it.
Eventually my clothes completely ripped, and I decided to not even get new ones. I would just go around naked. By then I was completely pink, and I loved it. My coworkers all outgrew their clothes too and started going around naked. I began snorting and squeeling all the time, not just in the restaurant, and my employees followed suit.
The servers eventually became completely braindead, and only had one function. When us little pigs started to fight and bite at each other, the servers would grab us with their enormous size and slap us on the butt, making us more tolerant of each other.
After about three months, there were twenty locations of Piggua's, and nearly the whole city was just like me. We were all happy little fat creatures, and Piggua loved us to. He was our feeder. Our protector. Our everything. As long as I had my glob, I was able to be as dumb as he pleased.