chapter 19 - retirement

"Congratulations! Your party is still in three months, but until then, relax! Take a vacation!"

"Just don't get fat and lazy!" The blue-eyed man chimed in.

"Har har, Jason, I love you, too." No one dared to get under her skin, but this punk kid seemed to know exactly where to prod lately, and it was pissing her off.

"There aren't any free animal transporters, but there's someone in the area who can be there with an RV tomorrow morning."

"Sounds good, Blanche, thank you." She hung up her phone, and grabbed her muffin top from under the desk.

"And you'll be long gone before that party."

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&q uot;Oh for goodness—we won't have any grease until we get home, so I don't know how you expect me to remove you."

Kayla stood sideways, her belly and rolls foaming around the doorframe, trapping her in place. It hung much lower than months before, making her resemble more of a pear being held up by two tree trunks. She had initially attempted a straightforward approach, but her frame spread too wide; the 'safe smart method' proved to be anything but.

"Stop being useless and pull, dammit!" The driver winced but complied, putting all of his strength into moving the 611 pound behemoth.

Kayla's usual gusts of wind failed to inspire her handlers. Soon a crowd gathered, not certain on what to make of the scene.

"A little help, please!" Brandi commanded four young individuals to volunteer, finally freeing the fatty after ten good heaves. Kayla moaned in relief, the vibrations of movement spraying the onlookers in gas. Wanting to avoid a mob, Brandi slammed the door, and rolled her piglet to a seat before pulling the curtain shut.

"Thank you, Gregory! Please leave us be and I'll let you know if we need anything."

She laid her head on the top of her cushiony sow, bouncing lightly as she puckered her mouth to a familiar sensation warming her whole body. Her anxieties melted, same as she, into the silky adipose.

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A month later, Kayla peaked at 657 lbs before giving birth. The weeks after, fatigue consumed her, but Brandi kept at her side most days, cleaning and caring for her in her states of fog, truly relaxing for the first time.

Brandi had never been given such a long reprieve from responsibilities before, but vowed to enjoy every minute of it, plumping her prized porker. Promises of workouts and gym visits were replaced with nights of passion, feeding off her sow's milk, monitoring every second of its growth, feeling the movement in her belly through the last month of pregnancy, pondering their long future together.

"I'm so very proud of you, my piglet." She kissed the top of Kayla's forehead, who grunted in affirmation. The fatigue cemented the reduction in her vocabulary to animal noises as she struggled to remember most words. Its mind knew nothing outside its hunger and desire for growth, its heart feeling for no one else but Brandi.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

"Sigh, I'll get it, little sow." Rubbing her eyes with a yawn, she absentmindedly tugged her t-shirt over her inflated belly as it popped back up.

"Brandi! The party's tonight, want to grab—" Beth's jaw dropped.

Her cheeks flushed and for the first time in her life she was a loss for words. The truth of her situation hadn't hit, the bliss with her sow was her entire world. Nothing else mattered. but now she was rudely smacked back to reality.

"I'm getting you on a scale," she pulled Brandi into the bathroom, crossing her arms and tapping her foot as she waited for her friend to face facts.

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"I have to tell the board you know that, don't you? Out of all people?? Why the hell would you, of all people?!"

Brandi was silent, unable to look at her friend, embarrassed she'd did this to herself. Averting her gaze only acted to emphasize her new double chin. Her only choice now was to wait for the board's reaction and decision.