The second great depression

chapter 2

*Content warning: This chapter contains bathroom denial. If that's not your thing skip to chapter 3 when it's up*

Joanne couldn't keep track of the cycle of events that landed her here. She vaguely remembered signing a few papers, being guided through a few doors, the next thing she knew two burly figures were tossing her into a chicken wire enclosure filled with about 8 other women.

It wasn't a harsh landing, with a wet *splock* she found herself an inch deep in a pile of mud.

"No." She quickly realized. "Not mud... chocolate pudding."

"MMMMmmmmmmm..." She moaned, greedily shoveling the sweet concoction into her eager maw. It had been a few rough months, no shortage of skipped meals and next to no food for the road, despite the strange environment and the abundance of people watching she couldn't help herself.

Her brief moment of bliss and being able to forget her problem was interrupted by a heavy impact from a large, malleable mass that soon began to move from the top of her blond head down to her petite little ass.

"They... they're pouring chocolate on me!" She realized in horror.

"Strip pig..." barked the man. "Piggies don't wear clothes... and yours are ruined anyway."

Knowing better than to hesitate, but feeling reluctant none the less Joanne shimmied of of her modest pair of jeans and tank top.

"Panties and bra too." Gruffed the man. Our clients on the stream are paying to see the udders in our pig pen. Get em out."

Joanne looked at the man with a wild stare. She'd just gotten here 30 minutes ago and they were already forcing her to bare herself. She couldn't help it, she stared at the man transfixed, like a deer stares at an oncoming car.

The man pulled a stick from his waistband and jabbed her.

"Ahhhh!" She shouted as a loud *pop* permeated the air, followed by the smell of ozone. Her body convulsed and she fell into the mud as she tried to will her momentarily stopped heart to resume it's normal rythem.

"Stuck up cattle get the prod bitch. Clothes. off."

Swiftly regaining her composure, Joanne undid the clasp on her back and slid her chocolate stained panties past her ankles, handing them to the brute.

"These will fetch a pretty penny!" He muttered, holding up the dirty underwear. He leveled his grin back at Joanne. "The pig pen is simple. We're streaming you piggies for the fans who can't make it out to the brothel. Whenever someone makes a donation with a request, you pigs have to do it. Also, when that light is red." He pointed to a stage light in the corner of the room.

"It means the mic is hot. Animal noises only. Those are the only two rules. Violate them, you accept the consequences or you forfeit your contract."

"What sort of consequences?" Joanne asked meekly, doing her best to protect her modesty with her arms and hands.

The brute pointed one meaty finger over to the corner, revealing a sight that chilled Joanne to the bone.

"Please... I'm so full... no more food this stream." A very heavyset Chinese woman protested.

The 5'5 woman had to weigh atleast 300lbs, but it was certainly hard to tell how much of that was fat and how much was undigested food. Her pierced, heavy D cup breasts were perched on a heavily engorged, distended belly. So round was it that she was forced to sit with her legs spread wide, allowing it to come to rest on the pudding mound between her cellulite dimpled thighs.

Joanne looked up and saw defeat in the eyes of her shaved head. She looked at the big, brass nose ring and wondered if she arrived with that or gave it to her to more closely resemble livestock.

"That's up to the viewers. They pay for you to eat, you eat." The man said as he began walking away. "Ya'll are on in 10."

As soon as the man left the room Jo crawled over to the woman and sat down beside her.

"What's your name?" she asked.

"Cho." The woman replied between heavy breaths.

"What... what did they do to you."

Cho laughed a humorless chuckle and gently drummed her fingers on her engorged midsection.

"I spoke human when I was supposed to be speaking pork on Friday's stream cause the mic was live." She leaned her head back against the wall of the pen.

"None of the other pigs got fed that night. I was forced to eat all their food... Even before the depression when I used to pig out... in front of my family..." Cho let out a wheeze, clearly speaking with such an engorged midsection was an extra strain on her labored breathing.

"I've never been so full..." Cho let out a mighty belch that caused her whole body to quake.

"But you said that was on Friday.. why are they still feeding you like that?" Jo asked, placing a pudding covered hand on her fellow piglet's shoulder.

"They aren't... well... not as much." She wheezed out again.

With great effort, Cho rolled onto one of her meaty thighs, showing her rotund ass to her new companion. Jo instantly noticed the problem. Between the chocolate covered butt cheeks of the obese woman, wedged deeply into her anus was a tight buttplug, sealed with a locked keyhole.

With a splash that tossed up a wave of chocolate the woman returned to a seated position. Gasping at the exertion. It took her a moment before she spoke again.

"Not as much food, but nowhere for the food that's already there to go. They said no relieving myself for 72 hours. I'm... so... full..."

Joanne watched to woman grunt and wheeze with great pity.

"Is... there anything I can do to help?"

Cho looked at her pleadingly for a moment before replying. "Can you... rub my belly? It's so bloated... and it hurts so much."

Wordlessly, Jo perched herself on her knees and extended her hands, bringing down softly on the overstretched, porcelain skin of the Asian woman. She winced at the touch.

Joanne did her best to rotate and adjust the tender areas, allowing Cho to reposition into a more natural, relax posed as she helped the woman's massive meals settle.

*Braaaaapppp* Cho belched, drawing several looks from the other women.

"Ooooh... excuse me... so much gas built up."

Cho looked at Joanne and whispered. "Do you mind using some pudding?"

Jo found the request odd, but didn't decline it. She reached down and grabbed a handful, slathering it across the woman's abundant girth.

Suddenly a voice came over the loudspeaker.

"Greetings pigfuckers!" Came a throaty, feminine voice. "And welcome to today's 'Pig Pen' stream. It looks like we already have a donation! Thanks OldMacDonald69420 for your generous tip. It looks like our subscriber wants our pigs to..."

And that's all for now! leave a comment if you have a suggestion for chapter 3!