chapter 6: sweet time...

Glancing down at her silver and gold wristwatch, Claire sighed and closed her eyes, going over her presentation to her potential investors. Huffing gently, she ran her hand along the delicate pudge on her belly and frowned; her partaking in her pet's feeding had caused her to gain a bit herself.
Still, she enjoyed her new size as much as her pet enjoyed hers, and she wanted to get bigger along with her beautiful pup. As she thought about Freija growing even fatter, her hand subconsciously moved to her crotch, going up her skirt to massage her soft flesh.
She knew the wolf-girl would be at home, sitting adorably in her room, sucking down the fatty shake. Claire imagined her burping adorably, and rubbing her obese belly and giggling happily as she got fattened up.

The sound of the door to the waiting room opening roused the woman from her fantasizing, and she blushed as Jacques stepped in "you're on in five, ma'am. Knock 'em dead." The man said and smiled with a slight nod as he closed the door.
Taking a final minute to adjust herself and check her notes, Claire straightened her tight skirt and strode out the door...

About thirteen stodgy old people sat around a large table, mostly men, mostly in their 50's but there were a few women... who stared as Claire wobbled and jiggled to her spot at the head of the table.
"Ladies, gentlemen - for decades man has sought the next great invention." She began and brought up a slide of cave paintings - figures around a fire. "Some may say it started with a spark; fire. It revolutionized the world, and literally brought light to the dark. But I think it was the wheel that changed everything." She added, and brought up another slide; figure of early horse-drawn ploughs and ancient farming tools.
"Early man was defined by his abilities to cultivate land, and grow resources, the primary one being food." She continued and brought up a slide of an artist's conception of early Mesopotamia. Some sniggered quietly about how 'cultivated' Claire appeared to be. Oh if only she could show them her pet, she thought, and continued her presentation.

"Indeed, man has been defined by his worth to society, by what he produces for others." She added, and flicked through various slides of early cars, weapons, heavy vehicles, industrial equipment, and eventually more modern Rayleonard innovations.
"In 2020, the Rayleonard Institute gave you the revolutionary alloy Oxium - less dense than air, hydrogen storing, hyper-conductive and dimagnetic, and a hundred times stronger than titanium." Claire said and flicked to a slide of images of modern vehicles that used Oxium fuel-stacks. "Oxium is in your car, supplying fuel. It's in your home, keeping you warm. It's in your cellphone helping you spend time with your children and grand-children. It's an immutable part of your life now." She finished and smiled knowingly.
She then took a moment to let it sink in, and flicked to a slide of soldiers at war "what if I told you that the Rayleonard Institute was now going to revolutionize the world again? From war to home life, no job too big or small, Rayleonard's textiles research division is proud to present; Omni-weave." She added excitedly as she passed around a sample.
"Omni-weave is lighter, softer, and stronger than the next leading synthetic. It is fire-retardant, two-hundred times stronger than steel, can stretch to ten-thousand times its original size without fraying or tearing, and can self-repair in minutes if it does tear or become otherwise ruptured." She stated as the sample moved around the boardroom.
"Omni-weave tightens under ballistic impact, and can stop small arms fire from as close as ninety feet away, it can apply pressure to the body more effeciently than modern flight or EVA suits, and is moisture wicking and breathable..." she added, now huffing and blushing as she tried to catch her breath.

The rest of the presentation, Claire was terribly distracted, she couldn't force herself to stop thinking about Freija, stretching her beautiful dress to it's limit.
Eventually the presentation ended, and of the thirteen that were watching, nine were interested in investing, including a lucrative military contract. Locking that in was a massive deal - one that called for celebration.
Claire stopped at multiple confectioners shops, and bakeries on the way home, stocking up. As Remy drove, she imagined her pet's response to seeing all these amazing treats...

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Freija smiled lightly as she rubbed her bloated belly. Since her last weigh-in she had gained another eighteen pounds, putting her over three-fifty. She was only a hundred-and-fifty pounds away from achieving her goal, though some part of her imagined Claire not being satisfied and pushing her to get fatter.
She giggled at that thought, and her hands went to her moist crotch, massaging her soft pussy through her panties.
The sound of the door opening drew Freija's attention and she looked up as Claire brought in a massive pile of boxes and bags, humming a jaunty tune as she moved about Freija's room.
After pulling off her coat, and loosening the ribbon scarf around her neck, she grabbed her pet's bridal gown and handed it to her "get dressed, I'll be back." She said and giggled.
Freija did as she was told, squeezing her obese belly and ponderous rump into the leotard, before smoothing the pleats of the far too short skirt that did nothing to cover her shame, and then pulled on her soft thigh-high stockings, clipping on the garter straps. After she was done, and had swapped her blue collar for a white one, trimmed with pink lace, Freija gave herself a little spin and looked in the mirror before Claire came in, wearing her own gown.

Smiling, the woman approached and rubbed Freija, groping her stuffed, taut belly, and squeezing her pillowy rump. Once satisfied, Claire took some pictures, and then the two lost themselves in orgiastic bliss, until Freija could eat again.
Once her load of shake was digested, Claire fed Freija, stuffing her pet with so many fatty calories and pastries loaded with sugar and cream. Soon enough, Freija's belly distended again. But Claire wouldn't take no for an answer, and kept stuffing the wolf-girl, giggling the entire time. In all, Freija ate three dozen cream-filled cinnamon buns, two whole large icecream cakes, and nearly ten pounds of assorted candy before Claire was satisfied.

The hugely bloated wolf-girl giggled and blushed as Claire's hands massaged her body, melting away the pain of stuffing and the ache in her body.
"I'm going to make you gain more than just five-hundred pounds." Claire said as she massaged Freija's breasts "I want you so large you can't move." She added and went down to her pet's belly.
Freija blushed as she stroked her own belly while Claire's hands moved to her soft thighs "I want you to be so fat that I can't put my arms all the way around you..." she added and the wolf-girl nodded and smiled.

"Your word is my command, mistress. I want to make you happy; however fat I have to get to do that." She said and Claire's eyes widened as she looked at Freija, before laughing and kissing the wolf-girl's swollen belly before rubbing it.

"You are going to get so fat, cutie." She replied and scratched behind Freija's ears.