Chapter 21 - bonus epilogue - a trip to the styes

"Tsk tsk tsk, that's a two pound decrease from your last weigh-in," Jason's usual cold demeanor turned chipper on the days he was to measure The Board's biggest shame. "Lucky you! You get to go to the Styes again! I'll pick you up at 311 pounds or so. If I have the time."

"Of course I weigh less, dumb*ss" Brandi mumbled to herself, frustrated that her "random" weight checks were either first thing in the morning or straight after a meal, anything to work the scales in his favor for a visit to Building One.

"Heh," Jason, slowly bending over, whispered into Brandi's ear, nearly nibbling them off, "complain all you want, but you did this to yourself, you big dumb cow."

Brandi's fists clenched and her entire body shook, putting all of her energy into not decking him in the jaw. The best she could manage was to diffuse her anger into a low guttural groan that sounded more like a pig's grunt as it echoed in the Board's chamber.

"You're right, 331 would look so much better on you! Take her away, men." Clapping his hands, he twirled past two men rushing to lasso up his stock. Brandi laid flat on her back on the cold steel plate, dressed in her resized chairwoman's suit from 80 pounds ago, the last piece of new clothing she would ever receive. The newest set of resewn buttons strained against a deluge of fat, pushing outward, threatening to burst the dam. As the men carried her past him, Jason poked hard into her belly, percolating out a couple belches.

"Let's see if we can't make you pop again."

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While Brandi had technically been permitted to stay on the Board, her duties had been severely diminished. Her Role became that of a glorified intern, mostly consisting of the Chairman sending her on pointless errands in the Capital to tour her gluttonous body as much as possible. Any inadvertent weight loss was a perk, another opportunity to fatten his former rival in the styes. When time allowed, he'd personally tend to her, controlling her gain as fast or slow as he pleased.

Brandi's clothes were caked in mud, the men who pushed her leaving without a word after strapping her into the feeding tube. Her familiar Building One stall was the standard set up, ten foot square, bed of straw and hay underneath a dangling tube and mask, and a trough for solid food. What was new was a pink hammock draped from the ceiling, although the holes looked much too large. Jason arrived twenty minutes into her session, answering her question as to what it was.

"Didn't think I was abandoning you, did you? I'm finished with that cushy job for the day." He chuckled while drawing the hammock down, "No wonder you got fat."

Liquid flowed down her throat, her eyes tearing as he undid the top of her shirt and lifted her belly-first into the hammock, which up close Brandi could better tell what it was for: two holes were for her breasts and one for her belly.

"I wanted to get a better view of you, so I had the people in R&D whip this up. I think you'll like it." Jason wrapped her in the pink plush, only her head and legs being visible from each end, and her belly and breasts being stretched down by gravity. Two buttons over her stomach immediately popped into the mud, followed by a third as Jason smacked her soft belly.

"And one more treat for you, Heifer." Brandi stared forward, her eyes lacking her former spirit, unable to turn and see the soft cylinder being inserted below, starting its vibration.

She hated that they trained her to love this.

The shake sped faster down her throat, no doubt due to Jason, as she gasped for any breaths she could between swallows, each one extending her belly further down. The remaining muscle under her belly flab was increasing its dull pain as the last button popped, fully exposing it. Jason gave it another smack causing Brandi to groan, knowing that the dull pain underneath signified the approach to her physical limit.

She felt a wet sensation on her belly button before violently shaking into an orgasm, the blanket muting her pleasure. Jason kissed her belly, now touching the ground, caking it in more mud as she let out her normal smelly sirens.

"Good girl," Jason smirked, "I'm really going to enjoy these 42 pounds."