chapter 6 - prized pig

The town was packed with booths, each one housing food both sweet and savory. It was a festival, though Ellie had no idea what for, only that it was important enough for Beth to fit her with a new leather collar and oversized blue ribbon. She, too, had a space set up on the scale with a raised trough right beside it. Periodically, people would fill it with extra food from the stalls.

However much time had passed since her first official day, it was difficult to tell. Beth constantly pushed the boundaries of how much Ellie’s stomach could fit. She was lucky enough to have a staff at the bakery, so one-hundred percent of her time didn’t need to be dedicated to it. Mornings started with a funnel feeding of heavy cream, which ensured on those days her pig was particularly bratty that she was reminded of her position in life. It was these outbursts of dominance that the pig’s owner enjoyed the most. Day by day her hog not only transformed in body, but her mind yielded more and more.

Those bratty episodes were much less common these days.

She’d come back later to make sure she was eating any and everything dropped into her feed. She’d top her off with whatever met her whim that day, whether it was cake, cookies, bread, butter, or more cream. She would not relent until it groaned itself into a food coma.

The times she couldn't be there, there were plenty of passersby to toss their buckets of slop into her pen, same as any time she’d get weighed in the square. This time the digital display above her read “381" in bright pink LED lights. She was eating with urgency, as if she was scared it could vanish at any time. Her cheeks were puffy and coated in dried chocolate and grease with the melted butter on top adding extra shine. Her fat jiggled into waves flowing down her face, her double chin, through her constrained breasts, to her belly. There was no trace of the old body she earned from her contributions; her arms and thighs were nothing but flab dangling off a denser layer of fat.

Beth having her booth managed by the bakery staff, dressed in a black magician’s outfit reminisce of a comic hero. She was holding a stick whip that she’d poke into its belly, frequently flaring up belches and burps between bites. Those who manned the other booths kept their distance during this time; it was required that they feed this pig, but they weren’t required to expose themselves to its horrendous stench. After a rather lengthy episode, a bearded man holding a bucket cautiously approached, flipping his bucket haphazardly, causing some of the unrecognizable muck to splash onto Ellie, the scale, and ground. He wanted to leave, but he was not quick enough to escape the danger zone behind the hog’s rear.

FfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffT TTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHppppppppbbbbbbbb!

“What the fuck?! No, dear lord, please…” He clasped his hands over his nose and mouth, but the damage was already done. “That is beyond vile!” Looking pale and sickly, he ran into the first building he reached.

However, the town pig had not finished. Gas rippled out of its hind cheeks, and the smell permeated into the crowd. More people pinched their noses, and rushed out of the vicinity in an attempt to save their senses.

The crowd’s loud sounds of coughs and angry shouting finally made it aware of the situation, and it instantly went flush. It tried to shift away from the crowd, but the heat of the metal glued its belly fat to the scale and its hands and feet slipped. The weight of its body pressed its belly only making the problem worse.

More gas bursted out.

It couldn’t move itself. All it could do was listen to the crowd’s justified horror at what it was.