Chapter 3 - part ii

I felt something rising through the couch cushion and barely tickling my ass cheeks. The waitress beneath the couch was cutting into the seat of my pants and underwear! What was she-oh!


I felt something thick and cylindrical sliding into my ass and breaching my anus. I gritted my teeth and squeezed my fists. The device stopped pushing deeper into me and I felt something disconnect below me.


The waitress had pulled out whatever she had been using to push the plug deep into my ass. But something was definitely left behind.


"What did you do to me?" I asked, panting from the discomfort.


"Not to fret, dear. All in due time," The Madame consoled me. "Get her up, and get her to the bus," The Madame commanded. I was seized by my pillowy upper arms and cushioned elbows and heaved to my feet. They tugged on me and we were waddling out of the house.


"Wait," I began, barely putting up a fight but realizing I hadn't been out in the world in many months and many weigh-ins ago. I was wearing stretchy leggings and a t-shirt under a zipped-up hoodie, which I guess passed as acceptable in public. But was the world even built for someone my size? I mean, it used to be. But now I'm not so sure.


We exited out the double doors, into the blinding light of day. Awaiting us outside, in the oversized, roundabout driveway, was a bus. The door was open and I was guided to board it. I needed help taking the few steps into the cab. But to be fair, it was an enormous bus, designed for long-distance travel. Comfy seats, wide aisles...what was this?


In most of the seats were men and women, all ethnicities, all enormous, groaning and rubbing their bellies. They squirmed in their seats, as much as their bulk would allow.


It was the first time in a long time I felt thinner than anyone. These people looked barely mobile. A collection of fatties. It occurred to me that I recognized each of them. Cases I had been assigned. Missing persons. Breadcrumbs left behind by The Madame. I had seen their progress through Kate's records. I couldn't believe they had gotten as fat as they were. They were no longer breadcrumbs, but entire loaves.


I was ushered to the back of the bus, getting my own set of seats to spread out on, like the others. Squeezing against the seat in front of me, I slid into position and lowered my ass into the chair. My entire body wobbled and I began taking deep breaths to calm myself after the journey. I started to fan myself when I realized the plug in my butt was preventing me from releasing any gas to dispel any pressure. I tried to push, flexing what was left of my stomach muscles, hoping the force was enough to eject the plug, but it wouldn't budge.


The gas roared within me, angered it couldn't escape. I suddenly realized why the other fatties on the bus were writhing in discomfort...they'd all been plugged up too. A cruel thing to do to a growing pig. Without the relief, there's no telling what could happen.


I barely noticed as Kate leapt onto the bus and the door hissed shut behind her. The engine hummed and we began to roll forward. Kate moved down the aisle, personally checking on each fatty, whispering encouragement, patting shoulders and bellies. Eventually, her attention fell upon me, and her bright, friendly smile seamlessly morphed into something more sinister.


"Where are you taking us?" I asked, breathing heavily.


The Madame rolled her eyes in ponderance and shrugged. "Yeah, what the hell. Now's as good a time as any," seeming to signal she was ready to reveal her plan.


She placed her hands on the high-backed seats for balance and positioned herself over me. She stood, straddling my knees. She looked down on me happily, confident in her dominance over someone several times larger than herself. Especially someone she had personally made so large.


She looked at me as if analyzing a work of art in progress. I could feel her mentally adding fat to various parts of my body.


"As you clearly know," she began, poking my belly, pressing it deeper than I think even she meant to. "The shakes I provide to you and all of my piggies is based on a compound derived from the milk of mother seals that live in arctic environments. In order to survive the merciless cold, seal pups must put on an extraordinary amount of fat in a very brief window of time."


A gurgle from my belly interrupted her and her eyebrows momentarily jumped in excitement. She continued.


"Well I've been tweaking the formula all these years, perfecting it, making it so calorie-dense that you could literally see someone swell with fat while they drank it. However, there have been some...setbacks."


The gas demanded a way out, beating its fists against my insides, growling to be set free.


"The rapid processing of so many calories can create pockets of air which then escape from your magnificent rear." Kate mimed a round ass filling her hands. "Well, it turns out, the gas produced from digesting the milk is itself, fattening somehow. Being exposed to it for extended periods can lead to exceptional increases in weight. You've seen this yourself with some of my maidens that forget to take precautions." She rattled a bottle of pills in the air, which I took to be the "precaution" she spoke of. She popped a couple of pills while my mind connected all the pieces.


My mind suddenly flashed to the waitress I last saw when she was a little over 200 pounds.


"Yes, poor Elsie," The Madame said, shaking her head in regret, as if she could see into my thoughts. "She's a little bigger than you, now."


My eyes went wide. The Madame changed her tone and cracked a smile.


"Oh, she's fine, don't be so dramatic. We've set her up in her own room somewhere. She has plenty of room to grow. Of which, she'll be doing plenty."


"What do you mean?" I breathed.


"Well it turns out, being exposed to the gas can be even more fattening than drinking the shake itself. So we have a little experiment we're going to try!" The Madame explained, clapping her hands once then locking them together before rubbing them furiously, as if preparing to tackle a monumental task.


I looked out the window and saw that we were pulling into the parking lot of a recently-opened, high-end buffet: The Grand Cornucopia.


While us pigs waited on the bus, desperately wishing for relief, groaning in anticipation at the meals to come, some of the waitresses got off the bus to prepare extra wide wheelchairs.


"Dinner awaits!" Kate sang as she marched down the bus, the happiest I had ever seen her.