chapter 3 - orientation

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ATTN: Rolls for TOWN PIG

The Town Pig must gain rapidly.
Public weigh-ins will be conducted at random in order to insure weight goals are met.
The Town Pig will relinquish any former names. They may only be referred to by words describing their Role or appearance, e.g. Piglet, Pig, Sow, Gilt, Hog, Cow, Heifer, Blob, etc.
The Town Pig is in charge of disposing of ALL food waste by residents.
The Town Pig is obedient to their Master.
Pigs do not talk.

Please report to THE BAKER at the end of orientation.

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It was a single page. Six simple instructions that she’d have to internalize for the rest of her life.

Ellie had fallen asleep not shortly after her feeding session with Brandi. Brandi had to carry the sleeping piglet to her new home, the barn behind the bakery. She wasn’t sure how long she had been out, but it was at least enough time for her stomach to start growling, craving the left-overs places in her trough.

She carefully pressed per palms into the dirt floor and eased her way up as she began crawling. She nearly made it, but felt a snug tag around her neck. A rope led back to a pole next to her straw bed. She stretched her arms out, unable to reach the feast she so desperately craved.

Wait. Why am I craving this? She paused. She was hungry, why was she so hungry after eating so much? She poked her belly, still plump, smooth, and soft from her meal. By all means it didn’t make sense, but Ellie didn’t care.

She wanted to eat.

Brandi leaned against the door frame with a small white board in hand. “Oh, baby girl, please be patient, I’m still setting you up.” Sweat was collecting on her forehead, “Now, I know you’re skinny now, but it is much harder to lift a heavy little piggy like you than it looks.” She chuckled to herself, and wrote “138” in big bold pink marker ink and hung it above the entrance to Ellie’s barn.

“There. Now everyone knows what we’re working with.” She walked over to the trough, and pushed it just out of Ellie’s reaching grasp. “Don’t worry, piglet, I’ll let you have some, but first you need to show me how much you want it.”

“Please–”

“No!” Brandi lifted her foot off the trough. “Pigs don’t talk!

“Beg for it. Like the pig you are.”

Ellie wanted to cry. She wanted to break down, and give up right there, but the pain in her stomach was unbearable. There was a deep pain pulling deep within her, and she needed to fill it.

Now.

SNORT.

Oink. Oiiiiink oink oiiiiiiiiiink.

“Good girl, piggy. More.”

She extended her hands out to the trough, her fingernails barely scraping its edge. It was almost in reach.

She breathed in quickly, producing several more grunts. Brandi didn’t look fully pleased as she bent down and looked her in the eyes. She reached out underneath Ellie, squeezing both her breasts.

“Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!& quot;

“Now that’s more like it, piggy!” Brandi stood back up, and kicked over the trough, spilling the feast on the ground. “Have at it!”

Ellie grabbed what she could get her hands on, not quite recognizing what larger meals these scraps might have been from. She shoved as much as she could comfortably fit in her mouth before furiously chewing then swallowing. How was she already like this? This morning she was a nervous wreck, unsure of what her future would hold, and now she was living the worst possible outcome.

But she never experiences this much bliss. Food never tasted this good in her old life. She ate just to live and keep her body fit, but now...now she ate for pleasure. Chocolate overwhelmed her taste buds, caramel stuck to her cheeks, grease and cheeses stained her shirt. She shoveled more and more in, experiencing more foreign spikes in glee. She couldn’t remember the last time she had spaghetti. Or bacon. Why wasn’t everyone else allowed to eat like this?

Digging into the last of the food, Ellie didn’t notice the crowd of people gathering at the entry, looking on in disgust. If she had, she wouldn’t have cared. This day had been the worst in her life, but this was helping to fill the void.