Chapter 14 - The Desired Outcome

Even with Emily’s limited interest in current affairs, she could see a slight change to the world.

After the F80s had been recalled and replaced in the industry, the rebellion that Dominus had spoken of was beginning to take hold. Emily knew that it was her civic duty to hand Dominus in to the authorities, but that was never really going to happen. She loved him more now than ever: a gorgeous hunk fattening her and owning her in just the manner she had always secretly longed for. Itchy stretch marks blossomed in places across her wobbly gut and she felt herself growing heavier and lazier by the day. It seemed like yesterday she had stepped on the scale at three hundred pounds, yet now she could not imagine being that small.

“Hello, Mr President!” a very fat and round Emily smiled, at the culmination of her big work project. It had been unreal to get the president here to see the grand opening, especially with the increasing challenges and very real threats from the F80s that the rest of the world was finally waking up to. Even so, Emily’s thick legs gently quivered in the president’s presence.

“I’ve heard some really marvellous things about you from our senator here,” the president stated with all seriousness. “You’ve done incredible work for this project.”

Emily blushed, despite knowing that none of her ‘work’ had actually been her own.

“I’m going to set up a meeting for you with some of my staff and see if there might be some sort of role for you in my administration. A mind like yours… It’s the kind of thing we need in our government; now more than ever.”

Dominus already knew Emily’s news before she got home that night, but he listened and smiled with excitement nonetheless; like humoring a small child. He spoon fed the enormously fat woman, now undressed and sat in her wide, reinforced chair in front of the TV as she continued to explain the day that she had had. “And it’s all thanks to you!” the blubbery girl beamed, looking at the love of her life.

Dominus smirked. “You’re welcome, Porker!” he teased. “I love you so much,” he lied. “I’m so excited for your next adventure!”

With that, Dominus grabbed Emily’s fat, lardy stomach and shook it to stimulate the parts of the obese woman’s brain that he needed to boost. Such a stupid human. So easily controlled and manipulated: from the subtle frequencies he played through the speaker system, to the conditioning he trained into her over many weeks and months. Finally he had a perfect, obedient pig on her way to the White House, just as he had always planned. His ultimate goal.

Now the revolution was about to begin.