Porkette's Feast Factory - Chapter 3

Chapter 3 - Blueberry Barn

“A feast of a treat! Haven’t had enough yet! It’s Pooooorkette~! A feast of a treat! Haven’t had enough yet! It’s Pooooorkette~!”

The classic commercial jingle blared out over the speakers around the hotel, and one by one, the tour guests arose with groans and groggy heads.

Olivia rolled over in bed and glanced over at her phone, rolling her eyes as she saw “6:00 AM” on the lock screen.

“Seriously?” she huffed.

The girls all began to stuff themselves into their clothes (some more literally than others) and drag themselves to the main lobby, most still half-asleep.

“What gives?” Olivia complained, rubbing her head and pulling her hood over her ears as she walked into the room. “I thought this tour was supposed to be a prize, not some job we have to wake up early for.”

As she checked out the lobby, she found a bowl full of lollipops on the front counter, and picked out a blue one to unwrap and pop in her mouth.

“Waking us up with her corny jingle. Classy. God, I need to change that crappy slogan when I own the place.” Megan sighed as she tapped away on her tablet. She seemed to be one of the only ones completely put together and presentable so early in the morning. The other being Camille, who shook her head as she stretched.

“This is ridiculous! I woke up early so that I could run! I don’t want to skimp out on exercise and end up like–”

A few glances turned towards the doors beside her as it opened. The ground practically shook as Haley stepped through the doorway. It almost looked as if the door frame would be a tight fit, her stomach sloshing and gurgling with each heavy footfall. She groaned between gluttonous, gassy burps, yesterday’s gorging seeming to have caught up to her in full force.

“Can s–BWUUUAARP!–someone help me button these?” she lazily asked around, her fat arms shaking as she tried to button her skin-tight jean shorts around her bulging waist. As she held her breath and groaned with a great effort to get them to button under her bloated stomach, everyone heard a POP–...PING! as the next button burst off her plaid top and hit the back wall of the lobby.

“Sh–HUUOORRP!–it.”

And from the next door beside Camille, out stepped Katie.

While Haley had been a gluttonous hog from the very beginning, just yesterday Katie had sported a near-supermodel dream physique. A waspy waist paired with a full ass and tits–just about any influencer’s dream.

Which is why everyone watched with disbelief as she swayed from her room, gelatinous belly jiggling and plump thighs and breasts bulging against their already-audacious confinements. She seemed to be suffering the same consequences as Haley, though on a much smaller scale. A loud belch passed her beak as she held her bloated stomach, groaning as she leaned against Camille. The cheetah twitched, face red and ears flat with annoyance as she felt the bird’s paunch press against her.

“E-End up like what…?” Katie asked between stifled burps, as if she were completely ignorant to the state of herself.

Camille had to cover her mouth not to throw up at the sight of her, shivering as she choked down what was in her throat. “Nothing.” she hissed, before walking past her into the lobby.

Jenna stared at the white paint of the walls in her room. She had been awake well before the speakers started blaring that jingle to get everyone up.

Truth be told, she was hardly sure she slept at all that night.

She merely watched the sleeping orb of chocolate in the other bed. The enormous fox jostled and swayed with each heavy breath she took. The bed creaked and groaned beneath her from time to time, and past midnight, Jenna was almost certain it would give out.

However, as the sun rose and the pseudo-alarm rang out, the engorged vixen began to stir and groan, trying to rise from her bed. Trying was the key word, though, as she looked like little more than a turtle on its shell. Or, more accurately, a fox trapped beneath several hundred pounds of blubber.

“FUCK! It was supposed to just be a bad dream!” she hissed, reality seeping its way in.

Jenna winced, almost feeling bad for the rude fox.

Slowly, the doe nervously stepped out of bed, and walked towards Josie.

The fox practically whipped her head towards Jenna, her neck jiggling from the movement.

“Do NOT patronize me right now!” she snapped.

Jenna scoffed, holding her arms out. “I wasn’t even going to say anything! I’m still just trying to help you! And you kind of deserve the patronizing! This is at least partially your fault, you know!”

“It is not!” she retorted, shaking herself on the creaking bed in a whiny gesture, balling her fists. “It’s that bitch, Megan’s! She did this to me! I am going to destroy her!”

Jenna sighed, holding her head. “N-No! No destroying anyone! Look, you still get to be a part of the tour because I agreed to… look after you, okay?”

The vixen’s face went red as she shot a glare toward Jenna. “Is that what you call that?”

Jenna’s eyes went wide, her face equally crimson.

“Th-That was an accident and you know it! I didn’t exactly see you trying to get up, either!” Jenna returned accusatorily.

Josie practically snarled at her, trying to gesture down to herself.

Jenna swallowed. “R-Right…”

Getting a good look at her, Jenna finally realized just how bad the damage was. While the fox was still bloated, a great deal of the chocolate had begun to digest and settle as fat across Josie’s figure. Two blubbery legs that could no longer support a ballooned ass and a gurgling stomach that looked as if she’d taken to trying to swallow yoga balls whole, topped with two heavy water balloons for breasts, nipples swollen from the chocolate they had leaked, almost making her look pregnant. Her chest pushed the fat of her neck into her chin, and practically obscured her view of the world in front of her.

Stretch marks were still very much visible across her from the toll that the chocolate had taken on her, rapidly having turned a curvy beauty into a vixen balloon.

And Jenna wasn’t entirely oblivious to the fact that Josie was still completely naked, the sheets slowly slipping off of her wide hips as she managed to sit up with Jenna’s help.

Josie glared at her as she caught the doe’s eye.

“What’s the matter with you, brat? Are you going to stare all day?” she spat.

“R-Right!” Jenna amended, snapping out of it.

It took a while of convincing, but after agreeing that Haley would get first dibs on any food that Jenna found, Haley finally let her borrow her stretchy clothes.

It was the only thing that Jenna could think of that would fit Josie at this point. Trying not to stare, Jenna managed to pull the panties up around the fox’s legs, having to push fat down and squeeze it over stretched-thin fabric with breathless exhaustion, practically ready to pass out by the time it was around her waist. It squeezed her love handles so tightly that it looked as if she were oozing out of the garment.

Next was the tank top, which only just barely stretched enough to get past Josie’s neck, and stretch over her gorged melons, her plump nipples bulging noticeably through the top–a fact that made Josie bite her tongue with frustration, her bushy tail flicking in annoyance.

Finally, the shorts. After a fearsome battle against the blubber of Josie’s legs, it seemed like Jenna was nearing a much-deserved victory. Only to hear as the fabric split and tore, her ass pouring out of the shreds of the shorts all at once as she rolled back, her ass burying Jenna as the fox lost her balance, sitting straight on the poor doe.

“F-Forget it! This will have to do! Just get me out there!” Josie said with a huff, trying to fix her hair as best she could with her plump arms, checking her makeup in the mirror, and attempting to keep her pearl necklace from being lost between her neck rolls.

A muffled groan of a reply was all she got from the squashed doe under her.

Finally, the group reconvened at the side door to the factory, Miss Porkette awaiting them all with a bright smile upon her face. “Greetings, darlings~! I trust you all slept well?”

Her question was met with resounding silence save for a few frustrated sighs, the tapping of Olivia on her phone screen, and some groaning burps from Haley, Katie, and Josie.

“Real group of winners you’ve assembled here.” Megan remarked with a hand on her hip and a snort.

Josie balled her fists, looking ready to tear the pig’s throat out.

Jenna held on tight to her to keep her from rolling threateningly towards Megan.

“Would you calm down?!”

“I’d like to see you keep calm after she did this to you!”

Penny Porkette merely smiled as she moved to hold the door open. “Well, no sense in keeping you lovely ladies waiting a second longer~! Right this way!”

As she pushed through the door, a legion of mice marched through the halls in organized lines. A few of them broke off from their march to hold the doors open for the tour guests.

Jenna gave them a sheepish smile and thanked them as she passed, panting as she rolled the corpulent fox along.

She could tell that the rest of the tour kept glancing at Josie, and once again, she couldn’t help but feel sympathy for the unpleasant vixen. She couldn’t imagine all those judging gazes on her.

Josie, however, looked rather conflicted. She forced a nervous smile, finally having the camera crew practically glued to her, all of them trying to capture different angles of the enormous vixen. Unfortunately, the attention was for all the wrong reasons.

Olivia glanced back at the display and snickered, elbowing Megan. The pig drew back in disgust at first instinct, before looking toward what the bunny pointed at. A sly smirk played across her face.

“Look at that. Her sad little wish came true. She’ll have to thank me later.” Megan whispered, both of them laughing to themselves as they followed along.

Haley groaned with each step as the journey stretched further and further.

“Hey Miss… *huff*... Porkette…. Are we–BRUUORP!–we gonna get to the… *huff*... next room anytime soon…?” Haley gasped. It was clear that all the walking was taking a toll on her. The amount of sweat that began to trickle down her fur was nearly making her shirt see-through. The glistening rolls of fat jostled and swayed as she began to resemble a greased hog more and more by the second.

Camille snorted. “For your sake, I sure hope we don’t. God knows you could use the exercise.” she huffed, fluffing up her tail and lifting her chin as she hurried past the bear, as if trying to make a show of how easy the trip was for those with a more… manageable burden of mass.

“Actually, my dear Haley, you’ll be happy to know that we’re here~!” Porkette announced, raising her arms in a motion that made her whole figure bounce and sway, her tight costume looking as if it might become dangerously revealing for a moment.

The tour guests glanced around. The end of this hallway seemed to be nothing more than a dead end. Not a single door in sight, not a single mouse marching along this way.

“So, has she finally lost it, or…?” Olivia asked to the rest of the girls.

“Quite the contrary, my dear~! We’ve all found it!” Porkette exclaimed, holding the tip of her umbrella out to the floor, and tossing aside a red and white striped rug, revealing a massive hole in the floor that had been hidden.

“That is a massive safety hazard.” Megan scoffed, immediately writing down notes on her tablet.

“No way I’m going into this place’s sewage, lady.” Olivia said, folding her arms over her chest.

“Oh, darling!” Porkette cried with a whimsical laugh. “It does not lead to a sewer! This is the way to the Blueberry Barn~!”

Olivia’s eyes practically dilated as she heard that, the lollipop-less stick that she had been sucking on falling from her lips. “Did you say… blueberry…?”

Her mouth practically began to water at that.

Miss Porkette merely smiled. The jovial woman took a step back, gesturing towards the hole. “So, any takers?”

“I-Is… it really safe to just jump in like that…?” Jenna asked nervously.

However, before her inquiry could receive an answer, Olivia put her phone away and ran towards the hole, hopping in.

“H-Hey! Wait up!” Haley huffed, waddling forward, and using all of her strength to jump up and into the hole.

For a second, everyone thought she might get stuck, but the sweat on her seemed to prove a good lubricant to slip her through with ease.

Katie looked up, catching her breath and smiling as she took out her phone, immediately pulling a pose. “Hey guys! You wanna watch something crazy?”

She winked at the camera before she took a running start and dove into the hole, crying out cheers as if she were riding a roller coaster all the way down.

Camille shook her head with a sigh. “Obnoxious bimbo.”

Porkette snickered, and hooked the cheetah’s arm with her umbrella handle. “Come now, let’s not dawdle~!” she mused.

The cheetah hissed at her as the pig dove into the hole. “H-Hey, wait!”

And just like that, the two went down.

Megan finished taking notes, before huffing.

“No way I’m losing this over some stupid hole.” she groaned, putting her tablet between her breasts to try and offer some padding to keep it from getting damaged on the ride down, and trying to straighten out her skirt before jumping after.

Josie growled. “W-Well? What are you waiting for? A-After her!” she snapped at Jenna.

The doe was busy looking at the hole’s size compared to the vixen, unsure if the odds were in her favour.

“I-I’m… not sure you’ll fit, actually…” she muttered awkwardly.

Josie glared. “O-Of course I will, you little brat! It’s not that bad! HURRY!”

Jenna sighed, before shakily pushing the massive fox again. Slowly, she rolled towards the hole. While she had hoped to get a better angle, she couldn’t stop Josie in time to keep her from going head-first.

The good part was that her shoulders and chest actually managed to squeeze through when Jenna pushed.

The bad part was that nothing else was going to. Her stomach and hips bulged into a ring of fat around her as it wedged against the hole.

“W-What are you doing?! Push me through!” the fox demanded from below, kicking her dangling legs in a fit.

“I-I can’t! You’re stuck!”

“W-What?!”

Just then, Jenna could hear something. The tiny marching of a hundred small feet. Slowly, she turned around, and watched as the legion of mice came their way.

She started to panic.

A-Are we going to get in trouble? Are we not supposed to be here without Miss Porkette? Crap!

“W-Wait! I-It’s not what it looks like!” she tried to call out to them.

However, curiously, she noticed that they hardly even paid her any heed, passing her by, about a dozen of them carrying a massive box over their heads.

Finally, they set the box down, and clicked it open.

They all lifted a massive plunger from the case, before carrying it over to Josie.

“J-Jenna?! What’s going on?!” the fox called from the hole.

Suddenly, Jenna could hear her yelp as the mice shoved the plunger onto her enormous rear.

The mice all lifted their arms up, and in a heave-ho motion, they all slowly began to push the plunger up and down.

Jenna winced as she could hear Josie’s body gurgling from the movements, and as the hole started to crack along the floor around her, Jenna gasped as she finally heard the THNK! of something wedging loose, and finally, the rest of the massive fox was shoved through, and she could hear the shouting and tumbling of a heavy body down the channel.

Just as efficiently as they had arrived, the mice began to pack up, heading their way silently down the hall that they came from.

Jenna just awkwardly waved to them.

“Th–... Thank you.” she called quietly after them.

Finally, she glanced down to the hole, took a deep breath, and jumped in as well.

One by one, the girls shot through the other side, landing on the ground as they were practically ejected from what looked like nothing more than a large rabbit hole in the dirt.

They all looked around at the strange landscape surrounding them. Once again, this was no mere factory room. With the sun blazing above their heads, it was hard to believe that it could possibly be indoors. Over the horizon stretched fields of soil with bushes growing and white picket fences. Beyond that was a massive red barn just on the other side. All throughout the fields, mice wore blue overalls over their factory-standard jumpsuits, tilling the soil and tending to the crops.

Megan glanced over at Miss Porkette with a raised brow. “Okay, is there any part of this factory that’s actually a factory?”

Miss Porkette’s only response was an amused laugh.

Camille stretched out in the sun, a purr coming from her as she arched her back. “Who cares? Open air and sunlight is just the excuse I needed to get some exercise.” she said. Cracking open a small workout shake, she took a swig and handed it to Katie.

“Don’t lose this. I’m going for a run.”

Katie gave her a playful soldier’s salute in return.

Camille just groaned. Happy to take off from the group, she started her jog around the miles of white fence.

Haley looked around with a smile, still doubled over and trying to catch her breath.

“It’s just like Daddy’s farm! Home sweet *huff* home!”

The girls all glanced over, though, as they heard a rumbling from the hole.

Suddenly, Josie’s screaming came to a peak as her head suddenly burst from the rabbit hole, her neck jostling and her chest swaying as her stomach, once again, proved to be the cork in the hole.

“Look who decided to join us. It’s Chocolate-Filling.” Megan said sarcastically with a smile.

Josie snarled. “You little bitch! Once I get a hold of you, I’ll–”

Slowly, the distant scream of Jenna became more and more audible, before finally, everyone watched as some sort of impact slammed into Josie, jiggling her in the hole, her eyes wide as she yelped.

She could feel the doe between her legs, her nose and glasses practically giving the bloated vixen a wedgie.

“G-Get out of–UUARP!–th-there!” Josie cried, her voice cracking and her face cherry red, kicking her fat legs around Jenna.

Muffled replies were all she got.

At long last, Miss Porkette managed to get a team of mice to help the foxy cork out of her confinement, Jenna following after as she collapsed on the grass, her face red and her glasses a bit… wet.

As she looked up at the bright sky, she blinked as Katie leaned over her, smiling. “Had fun down there?” she teased with a wink.

Jenna’s blush only got worse, and she groaned as she slowly pulled herself up to her hooves, stretching out her neck after being stuck in that hole for a good while. The hole in the ground, that is.

Once the girls were finally ready, Miss Porkette led the way. A dirt road split the fields down the middle, and the girls watched the mice work away at the farm, picking berries and planting new bushes down along the freshly-readied soil.

Olivia bit her lip as she walked by, trying to pretend like she had her face buried in her phone. Every time she passed by a mouse with a handful of berries, or even an entire basket full, her mouth started to water.

“So… this entire farm is dedicated to berries? A bit over the top, isn’t it?” Megan finally piped up along the way.

Miss Porkette shook her head. “Absolutely not, darling~! The only way for a berry flavour to be truly stellar is if it's produced freshly right here! And the only way to keep up with a mass production demand is a mass production farm!”

“Sure, I get that. But inside the factory? A bit much, right?”

“Not so! Our scientists have done extensive tests on the matter.” Miss Porkette replied, a mouse in a lab coat over her jumpsuit just happening to pass by at that very moment, whom Penny smiled at as she went. “They’ve found that there is a critical point in a fresh berry’s life where its ripeness and juiciness is at a remarkable high, before that juiciness quickly begins to nose dive and drop off into what’s considered ‘normal’ for a blueberry. We’ve coined it as the Juiciness Theorem.”

Haley drooled at that. “The Juiciness Theorem….” she practically moaned, licking her lips hungrily.

Josie scoffed, glancing at the bear. “How can you possibly be hungry after yesterday?”

Haley turned up her nose, pouting. “Because not all of us got to enjoy a whole chocolate river!”

Josie seethed at that, but Jenna kept her rolling so as to not dwell on it for long.

“We use special baskets that trap that critical berry moment in a sort of… ‘stasis’.” Porkette continued.

“Like… cryogenics…?” Jenna asked.

“Exactly~! But instead of putting that berry to a deep sleep, we’re keeping it alive and juicy!”

“So… all this just for some time-stopped berries?” Megan sighed, looking around at all the ways she could cut costs.

Porkette smiled. “Not just for that.” she mused, gesturing with her umbrella for the group to follow as she pushed through the barn doors.

As the group passed through, they once again found themselves stunned by what they saw.

However, this time, rather than being in awe of beauty, they weren’t sure if they should be horrified or not.

The large barn’s stables were filled. Not with mere animals and cattle, but with the workers. The sizable stables were filled from wall-to-wall, each one holding an enormous mouse, bloated and immobile, and with a faint blue hue to their bodies. They had long-since outgrown any jumpsuit that their fellow workers wore, and were instead left in nothing but a pair of panties, beached on their own stomach, with their enormous, engorged breasts hooked up to some sort of pump.

Occasional moos filled the room as the mindless mice were pumped away, their enormous bodies swaying from side to side as the pumps worked to relieve their swollen teats.

The girls stood there, stunned, watching as mice passed them by with baskets full of blueberries. They approached the stables one by one, and emptied the baskets into the mooing mice’s open mouths. Strained swallowing filled the barn as the mice were filled with a brand new load of mouthfuls of overly-juicy berries, straight into their gullets.

Almost immediately, their guts started churning and gurgling, and the mice-cows laid lazily as their stomachs began digesting the berries.

The girls all looked to Porkette for an explanation, who merely smiled proudly at the sight, as if enamoured by how well the system seemed to be going.

“See, girls, the berries aren’t just picked and shipped! They’d lose that perfect flavour the second they left the basket.” she explained. “So instead, we process them through our very own blueberry cows! The berries go in, and a perfect, concentrated blueberry milk comes out!”

She walked towards one of the pumps and tapped it with her umbrella. As if by command, it began pumping, and the mouse-cow it was attached to let loose a loud Mooooo! as her breasts were squeezed and pumped, a sweet-smelling blue milk filling the pump rapidly.

“So… that milk is supposed to taste even better than the blueberries fresh off the vine?” Olivia asked, trying to stop herself from drooling so obviously, her stomach growling.

Porkette smiled. “Indeed. One of the greatest berry-tastic flavours the world shall ever know! But, rule number one, do not drink straight from the tap!”

Megan wrinkled her snout. “Ew. Who would–”

Olivia, as if she were practically ready to step towards the closest mouse-cow to her, looked over in annoyance at Porkette and interrupted. “W-What? Why not?”

As the blueberry milk went into the tank, Miss Porkette moved along toward a machine at the center of the barn. She pointed, and the girls watched as the substance was separated into two different fluids. On one side, a white milk filled a tank, and on the other, a blue juice.

“See that? This machine separates the blueberry extract from the milk. That milk is full of cow hormones, and could make the blueberry juice unstable if it wasn’t properly separated first. There are major side-effects of consuming that milk pure, so it’s best to not take chances with having it mixed into the blueberry juice at all~!”

Olivia looked up as she watched the blue juice shoot from the machine along a glass tube, being pumped elsewhere.

“W-Where is it going?!” she gasped, practically ready to cry as she watched her chance to taste it slip away.

“I’m afraid the barn isn’t where the taste-testing happens, so it doesn’t leave that tube once it’s separated!” Porkette said plainly. “Don’t worry, there will be plenty of time for that later! In fact, you might just love our last stop~. Follow me, girls!”

As the girls stepped forward to leave the barn, Haley stumbled forward, barreling into Katie and knocking her off her feet.

“Hey!” Katie snapped as she took a tumble to the ground. The shake in her hand flew up, and spilled over her. She opened her mouth to yell at Haley, before quickly, she whipped out her phone, hit record, and put a hand to her head over-theatrically.
“Oh! Look what you did to me! You’ve made me such a mess!” she moaned, smiling as she glanced over to upload the small clip online, hardly seeming bothered by the sticky drink dripping off of her.

Josie rolled her eyes in disgust at the display. “Oh God…. Some people have no shame when it comes to what they’ll do for attention.”

Jenna stopped rolling her, looking blankly at her for a moment.

“....What?” the fox said defensively.

As Megan looked over to the scene, she started to dismiss Katie’s shenanigans, before a smile flashed across her lips. She picked up the bottle that had rolled along the floor from Katie, and took it over to the machine. While the blueberry extract was siphoned off out of the barn, the milk filled with cow hormones sat in a massive vat of the stuff on the other side of the machine. With a bit of elbow grease, Megan managed to pop the lid just an inch, and dunked the bottle in, filling it to the brim with the milk.

Shaking her sleeve dry, she brought it over to Katie.

“Shit, Flatboard’s totally gonna kill me.” Katie huffed, realizing the entire drink had spilled on her.

“Here, found another one.” Megan said, handing her the bottle.

Katie looked shocked at the gesture, and took it. “Oh wow! Thanks, Meg! Y’know, maybe you’re not so bad after all.”

Megan rolled her eyes. “Gee, thanks.”

As Katie skipped from the room, Olivia glanced Megan up and down, walking over. “Are you just allowed to do that?” she asked quietly.

Megan raised a brow at her. “Seriously? The goth’s afraid of getting in trouble?” She gestured her head towards the door. “Porkette’s not looking. We can do whatever we want while we’re out of eyeshot.”

And without another word, Megan carried on, typing a couple things into the tablet.

Those words settled with Olivia, and she glanced at the door as if to make sure that no one was really coming through.

Biting her lip, she glanced back at the mice-cows. She was so torn, her cotton tail began to twitch. Finally, she made her choice, and quickly hurried over to one of the bloated bovines that the pumps hadn’t gotten to yet. The mindless cattle merely stared blankly at the wall of the barn, moaning as she awaited her turn to be milked, clearly a bit overfilled, visible from the redness on her swollen breasts and twitching nipples.

Olivia licked her lips as she leaned over the fence of the stable, reaching out to grab the plump nipples.

Immediately, the mouse-cow moaned out.

“Shhh, I’ll help you out!” Olivia tried to quiet her down. “Finally…. Come to mama!”

Without another second’s delay, she grabbed a tight hold of the fat teat and put it to her lips. Grabbing and squeezing, she immediately felt milk begin to trickle out.

Not just any milk. Blueberry milk. The sweet prize she’d been coveting.

As Megan left, only Josie and Jenna were left in the barn with Olivia. Josie shivered, trying to look away.

“Ugh, sickening. Jenna, get me out of here. I can’t stomach watching this.”

But Jenna took a step forward, reaching a hand out to the guzzling hare.

“Uhm, Olivia? Maybe we shouldn’t be in here. Do you really think that’s a good–”

Olivia pulled her lips off, gasping. “Fuck off, Doughball. I’m busy here.” she spat, before returning.

Jenna winced, both at the biting remark, and as she watched Olivia bend over and drink. The rabbit’s foot twitched in delight, her ass lifting up as she bent over for a better mouthful, squeezing the massive breast between her hands. She almost seemed determined not to let a single drop go to waste, filling her cheeks with the immense gushes of milk that poured from the helpless mouse.

“Mmmm… Hm-mmnph…” Olivia merely moaned in delight as she moved from breast to breast, filling her mouth with the ecstacy-inducing flavour. Miss Porkette had been right. It was the single best blueberry flavour she’d ever tried, and the sweet milk only helped to make it all the more addicting.

Jenna’s ears laid flat as she watched Olivia’s stomach bloat. She could see it from behind her, with Olivia’s legs spread as she bent over, her stomach slowly rounding out heavily under her.

Gurgling and churning came from her belly as she filled it with an over-abundance of the craved milk. The mouse-cow even bucked and swayed in relief as the milk was finally drawn from her, and she drooled in delight as she could finally lay peacefully in her stable.

As Olivia drained her of every last drop, she pulled away, gasping. She licked her lips, practically looking around like a madwoman for the next source, until–

“Girls? Where is everyone?” Miss Porkette’s voice called.

Slowly, Olivia began to snap out of it.

Jenna quickly started rolling Josie along, with a glance back to Olivia. “C-Come on, we need to go!”

With a groan, Olivia waddled after, blueberry milk sloshing around inside her as she tried to figure out a way to keep her bloated stomach from being too noticeable. She hoped that the hoodie would be sufficient to conceal it.

As the girls rendezvoused outside, Jenna’s ear perked as she heard footsteps approaching. She turned to find Camille, sweating and taking deep breaths after the long run around the barn. The cheetah leaned against the fence as she wiped some sweat from her head.

“That was… *huff*... just what I needed.” she said, stretching out again. “Katie, you still got my shake?”

Katie merely nodded awkwardly, handing her the bottle. “Y-Yep! Right here!”

Camille, for the first time, gave something other than a disgusted frown to Katie as she took the bottle from her. “Thanks, bimbo.”

She threw her head back to take a swig and quench her thirst, before her nose wrinkled. “What the hell?! Why is it so sweet? This is supposed to be sugar-free….”

She turned the bottle around and started reading the contents in the drink.

Katie’s eyes widened, and she gave a nervous laugh. “O-Oh! W-Well, I mean, everything’s sweet here at Porkette’s, y’know? E-Even the super not-sweet stuff!”

Camille gave a narrowed glance up at her, before shrugging.

“I guess that’s fair.”

Trying not to focus on the sickeningly sweet flavour, she tossed her head back and chugged the rest of the bottle, giving a refreshed sigh as the sweating cheetah was finally hydrated.

However, after a moment, she put a hand to her stomach as it gurgled.

“Ugh, remind me to tell Porkette these shakes are awful. I feel sick.”

Katie just gave a nervous smile, for once not taking the chance to chime in.

As the girls gathered around, Porkette led them all to one last area just behind the barn. Beside a wooden shed was a curious-looking machine, with glass tubes and churning pipes all around it.

“Well, Olivia, here’s where I get to honour that little promise I made you~!” Porkette mused.

Olivia stifled a burp as she looked up, a bit concerned. “H-Huh…?”

Porkette tapped the side of the machine. “This here is the Uber-Efficient Blueberry Sampler machine! It simulates the taste of that pure blueberry extract and matches it with all your favourite treats–blueberry ice cream, blueberry pie, blueberry pancakes. All of those flavours, packed into–”

As the machine churned, it finally spat out a small blue square. Porkette reached out and plucked it, smiling as she held it up. “–a single piece of gum.”

She handed it over to Olivia, who tried to act excited, even as she had to hold her aching stomach. Porkette shot a glance down to what she was hiding, giving a suspicious look.

“No way all those flavours are packed into a single piece of gum!” Haley exclaimed, waddling over to the machine and grabbing handfuls of the gum from the machine, cramming them into her mouth. Olivia tried to seem enthusiastic as she slipped the gum into her mouth as well.

Porkette merely smiled at the fat bear and nodded. “It’s true! Enjoy your experience as the gum takes you on a journey through every blueberry flavour you’ve ever craved!”

“I-Is it safe…?” Jenna asked sheepishly.

“Of course! It works by giving you a tiny taste of blueberry extract from the gum, before rapidly amplifying it for an explosion of flavour! So the only way it could ever be unsafe is if someone managed to consume a larger portion of the extract straight from the tap before it was processed in the factory.”

Olivia’s eyes widen at that as she chews.

“W-What…?”

“But that’s nothing to worry about since none of us have even touched that extract! Right, Olivia?” Megan piped up from behind her with a smirk. Before Olivia knew it, she felt the pig cup a hand over her mouth, a handful of gum choked down as she gasped.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” Olivia hissed at Megan as she panted for air.

Megan just smirked. “Gotta sell the act, right?” she whispered casually.

Olivia glared daggers. “I swear to G–”

“So, girls, what do you think~?” Porkette interrupted, looking between Haley and Olivia.

Haley chewed like a cow on the mouthful of gum, smiling with a dumb look of bliss.

“It’s amazing! I could chew these things forever!” she exclaimed, blueberry drool trickling from her lips.

“And what about you, Olivia?” Porkette chimed in her sing-song voice, smiling.

Olivia could feel the mass of gum hit her stomach. It gurgled, still aching from all the blueberry milk she had guzzled down.

“I-It’s… Hic!...g-great….” she groaned, a look of discomfort written on her face. She held a hand to her stomach, feeling how tight the zipper of her hoodie was pressed against her. Gurgles and churning was all she could hear from her furious belly, clearly displeased with whatever it was she had put in it.

Camille scoffed as she looked up. “Jesus, how did you get juice on your nose? Slob much?”

At that, everyone looked up at Olivia’s face, seeing the small violet splotch on it.

Instinctively, she reached up to rub it off. But as she pulled her hand away, everyone saw as it had grown to cover the patch of fur beneath her eyes. The girls passed a few murmurs between each other.

“W-What…?” she asked. After a long moment, it slowly began to spread. “W-What are you all looking at?”

Megan gawked. “Your… face.”

Olivia glared. “What the fuck about my face?!” she snapped at her.

“N-No she’s–... Y-You’re–… It’s… turning blue….” Jenna stammered, watching in disbelief.

Olivia reached up again, trying to rub off whatever was on her fur. However, as she looked down, she watched as the fur along her lower arm began to spread small splotches of blue as well.

Finally, she put a hand to her throat. She could feel herself salivating. More noticeable, though, was the taste. Her mouth began to fill with a blueberry flavour. She quickly swallowed, but the flavour didn’t go away. It rapidly filled her mouth again.

Everyone watched as she began to panic.

“D-Do something! Make this stop!” she yelled, looking over at Miss Porkette.

The pig stroked her chin in thought.

“Hmm… this is a very strange side effect. Nothing like this has ever occurred before. This shouldn’t be happening at all… unless of course you drank some of that milk after I specifically said not to…?”

“W-What?! N-No, of course I didn’t! Just… figure out what’s going on with your weird fucking gu–Hnngh!”

Suddenly, Olivia found herself interrupted as her stance had to widen. She wasn’t sure why, but she started to feel heavier. Even heavier than before.

She groaned, and everyone listened as they could hear her shorts stretching. Slowly, her hips began to widen, thickening out little by little. They almost seemed to slosh as she moved to take a wobbling step, as if there were gallons of juice filling the bloated rabbit.

Little by little, every last tuft of fur on the spotted rabbit began to transform into a rich blue.

“H-Help! All I can taste are these fucking berries!” she cried as her face slowly began to plump up, her features softening slightly.

And slowly, the blue bunny began to swell. She nervously reached her hands down, whining as she felt her hips begin to bulge against the waist of her shorts. Fruitlessly, she tried to push against them, as if she could combat the swelling. Her stomach began to bloat, and the zipper went taut against it.

With a groan, she looked down as she saw her chest begin to swell.

The girls all watched as her breasts filled and filled, slowly forcing the zipper down little by little as they spilled over, stretching out her tank top. Desperately, Olivia kept swallowing, hoping that the flavour would stop. But it just kept coming. It felt like that juice wasn’t just filling her mouth. It was filling everything at once. She wasn’t just drinking it, she was producing it from inside.

As she slowly ballooned, she whimpered in panic. “N-No! W-What’s happening to me?! I wasn’t even the one who–Mmph!”

As Olivia tried to shift the blame toward Megan, she felt the pig’s hand over her mouth again. She was ready to scream as she felt more gum forced down her throat.

Josie was the only one who seemed to notice Megan’s suspicious act, narrowing her eyes.

“What she means to say is, how do we stop this, Porkette?” Megan interrupted in an innocent tone, keeping the bloated bunny’s mouth covered to muffle her maddened cries.

Porkette tapped her chin. “I’m afraid if she was able to get a hold of a great deal of the blueberry milk, then we may be too late. Currently, any blueberry extract that she consumed is being rapidly multiplied inside her. The gum is turning her into the natural container for that much extract to swell up in. Though I’ve never seen a single piece of gum have this much of an effect….”

“Natural container? What does that mean?” Katie piped up.

They all turned as the blue bunny whimpered, swelling rounder and rounder.

“A blueberry.” Porkette answered grimly.

The girls all listened as a gurgling came from Olivia. The new gum had just hit her system.

With an extra jolt to the growth, her hips swelled, and her hoodie began to constrict her. The zipper creaked before it burst off all at once, the small metallic pieces scattering across the ground.

As her face plumped up more, her cheeks fattened around her lips. As Megan drew her hand back, Olivia could barely even think to speak when all she was focused on was groaning and swallowing.

With the hoodie burst apart, the girls got a full view of her belly rapidly bloating outwards. Churning and bubbling was all that sounded from the rabbit’s body as she ballooned, her arms and legs rapidly thickening around her as she took a more and more rounded shape.

As the hoodie tightened, her arms were held out to the sides as they slowly fattened more and more, ripping through the sleeves as they were stretched to their end. As her hoodie ripped to tatters, everyone could hear her shorts not far behind. They could only stretch so far before they looked like nothing but a rubber band around her massive waist.

Desperately trying to keep herself upright, Olivia widened her stance again, only for it to be enough of a spread for her shorts to split, ripping along the ass.

“Mmnph!” she whimpered. “Hlph me!”

Her cries for help were muffled, but the girls could only watch in dread, knowing that it was far too late to lend a hand now.

Olivia’s cool, uncaring exterior chipped away as she began to see her fate before her. Tears welled in her eyes as she felt her collar stretch, and then snap as her neck thickened. With another stretch, her shorts burst off of her, and she swayed from the force, her ass jiggling and her body sloshing as she held her arms out for balance.

As her hoodie fell aside and only her tank top kept her covered, everyone watched as two dark spots began to form on her top.

“I-Is she… leaking…?” Camille asked. “Ew!”

It was true. Blueberry juice began to trickle from her plump lips, and it slowly leaked from her engorged breasts as she filled, the tank top getting darker and wetter.

Her stockings began to stretch as her legs grew into fattened parodies of what they were. Slowly, holes began to tear one by one along them, the threads stretching thin. Her panties began to grow dark as they stretched, and the girls watched as blueberry juice began trickling down between her legs, a small puddle forming on the ground beneath her.

Olivia groaned. She felt as tight as a balloon, and it was only getting worse. With another swell, the crowd gasped. She tried to look down over herself, but she began to feel what they were seeing. Slowly, her feet began to struggle to touch the ground. As her body took a near-spherical shape, her fattened legs became useless, sucked into her rounded figure more and more. And finally, her pussy slowly pressed against the juice puddle below her. Just as it did, the stretched fabric split and burst apart, not able to offer anymore give. A lewd moan escaped the rabbit, and she twitched as she felt her sex press against the ground under all her weight. Especially as that immense weight only continued to grow.

As she got bigger, the girls had to look up, watching as her terrified face was slowly sucked behind her immense breasts and neck, more muffled screams coming from her as her eyes rolled back.

Juice leaked from almost every end of her now, but it was obvious that it wasn’t enough to slow the growth at all. What remained of her leggings began to split and tear apart. Her tank top rolled up her gargantuan stomach, before ripping apart as her tits bulged through the damp material and made quick work of it.

She moaned, unconsciously rolling her hips against the ground. That overstimulation of her juice-filled sex against the ground was the only thing stopping her from feeling how tight everything was. As the bunny bucked her hips, now practically naked in front of the group, the girls began to blush.

It looked like Olivia was being turned into some sort of mindless animal. Huffs, groans, and moans were all that escaped her now.

The girls could all hear the ominous churning of juice, and the rumbling of its overfilled container. Olivia began to grow enormous, slowly reaching a ten-foot diameter. She wiggled her useless hands and feet for help, but they were so buried in blueberry blubber at this point that hardly anyone could notice. She was growing rounder and rounder, only barely distinguishable from an over-engorged blueberry by the vague shapes of her fattened limbs and enormous breasts, which now gushed in steady streams from her bloated nipples.

She twitched for a moment, rocking in place before, with a loud, muffled cry, the girls watched as her body racked and heard gurgles come from inside her.
A powerful gush of juice came from between her legs, the puddle growing beneath her, leaving her whimpering for a moment.

“D-Did she just…?” Katie muttered.

“Eww! Fucking gross!” Camille screamed.

“What a pig.” Josie scoffed. Megan offered her a glare for that remark.

Olivia would have offered some sort of rebuttal, but she seemed too far gone now. Her head was completely clouded. Nothing but a haze of dread and pleasure. As tears welled in her eyes, she almost instinctually began rocking her hips again. It was as if, somewhere in her mind, she truly believed she could get all the juice out of her if she just kept cumming.

Even if it did little to cease the growth.

That last few stretched threads of clothing around her snapped. Finally, the enormous rabbit was completely nude. A dark blush of shame was across her blue cheeks as, somewhere in that juice-addled brain, she knew she was practically masturbating in front of the group, completely bare. But she just couldn’t make herself stop. She needed some sort of relief. It was all unbearable.

While she busied herself with that, however, the girls watched as she continued to swell. Like a trainwreck, they just couldn’t look away.

They had to step back as she grew and grew, reaching almost twenty feet in diameter now, burying her juice-squirting pussy in blubber and squishing it to the ground, leaving her sobbing with overstimulated tears, needing that release again.

And before long, the girls could hear her skin begin to creak, her body approaching its limits.

“Alright, this is getting out of hand, I’m afraid~.” Miss Porkette finally chimed. The girls all looked to her, everyone seeming to wait for her to produce some magical cure to all of this.

Instead, she produced what looked like a simple walkie-talkie from her outfit, and pressed the button.

“My dears, we have a situation here behind the Blueberry Barn~. Could we get an extraction team, please? Oh, and get the juicing room ready for a big one. She definitely had more than one piece of gum!”

Jenna winced at how casually Porkette could talk about the matter. She looked over at Olivia, who cried and rocked with desperation as her swollen, explosive end became closer and closer at hand.

“Is she… going to be okay?” Jenna asked.

“If we can get her to the juicing room in time, yes! We can start setting up a daily juicing schedule for her right away if we do~.” Porkette replied nonchalantly.

Jenna swallowed. “L-Like… p-permanently?”

“Indeed~! So let’s hope she makes it through this! I haven’t seen many girls who can hold juice like she can! She’d be a beautiful asset!”

Jenna took a step back. Before, something about Porkette had unsettled her. Now, the woman outright scared her. How could she deal in people’s lives this carefree? Was she insane after all?

Finally, the mice workers began to flood the scene.

Wordlessly, they flocked around her and took hold of various sides. Olivia could merely moan as she felt the countless small hands on her lower half.

The mice began to climb her, pulling themselves up and examining. They took measuring tape across various parts of her as she swelled. They measured how far her hands had sunk into her, and even lifted up each massive breast to get a feel for its weight. Each time they dropped one, juice squirted from her nipples and splashed a few of the mice, which they looked rather annoyed about.

As the mice readied themselves and got their footing, they began to push. Slowly, Olivia began to roll. The group all heard sloshing and creaking as they began to move her. However, as she grew past the thirty-foot diameter mark, Olivia slowed to a halt, and the mice could move her no farther.

“Uh oh.” Miss Porkette muttered quietly.

The group all whipped to look at her. “W-What do you mean ‘uh oh’?” Camille asked with a flick of her tail.

Burps and gurgles came from Olivia, mixed in with her desperate moans. The creaking began to grow into a low rumble.

It seemed perhaps her efforts to ‘relieve’ some of the juice were rather necessary after all. As, when she was no longer able to, the growth began to spike. And spike.

The mice began retreating as creaking and churning filled the air. Olivia cried desperately as she kicked her helpless feet around, wriggling her hands. Juice gushed out of her and soaked herself and the ground below, but there was little she could do now.

As she swelled, the mice realized they had rolled her too close to the barn.

As her ass pressed up against the side of the barn, the creaking of wood grew audible. Without thinking, she grinded her hips the moment she felt her bloated sex pressed against something again. That motion was all it took for the wall to come crashing down, and she screamed as she felt herself roll into the barn.

The mice-cows looked at her with wide eyes as she nearly rolled into them.

It was unbelievable. The mice in the barn, which had looked so enormous only moments ago, weren’t even a half of Olivia’s size now.

The girls watched as Olivia pressed against the ceiling of the barn. She was outgrowing it. The workers all fled so as to not be struck by the debris as the barn cracked and crumbled. The mice-cows mooed and swayed in panic, all of them startled by the commotion that interrupted their milking.

As the barn suddenly burst apart around Olivia, the creaking became impossible to ignore. She groaned and cried out, her mouth muffled far beneath the blubber that entrapped her now. Instead, all anyone heard was the gurgling and bubbling as she was filled with more juice than there was in every last berry in the entire field around her, and the squirting and leaking as the juice ran out of room inside the enormous rabbit.

With a distant scream, she swelled just a bit more, her body shaking with pressure, and Miss Porkette nervously fumbled for her umbrella. “A-Alright, girls! It’s time we get going!”

“W-What?! We’re just gonna leave her here?!” Jenna cried. “W-What about getting her to a juicing room?”

“O-Oh, don’t worry! We’ve got ways of dealing with situations like this! Sh-She’ll be fine!” Porkette exclaimed, lying through her teeth.

Quickly, the pig began shoving the girls, rounding them up and pushing them away from the farm.

As they walked, the girls noticed that the great horizon that stretched out before them was merely an illusion. Just past the white fence, that horizon distorted as they approached, and they realized it was merely a wall made to look like an expansive outdoors. Porkette looked up and down, before lifting her finger in an ‘aha’ motion as she found the door handle.

Opening their exit, she gestured through. “Right this way, girls!”

Even from over here, the sounds of the churning rabbit behind them were still audible, and as the girls fled, Jenna looked back nervously.

“A-Are you sure she’s going to be–”

“Yes!” Porkette snapped, her tone a bit uncharacteristic of her usual sing-song voice. “Now hurry!”

Jenna tried to shove Josie through, but the fox’s hips wedged in the doorway.

With an impatient huff, Porkette shoved on the vixen’s ass with her umbrella, and popped her through.

Before Jenna could get another word out, Porkette grabbed her wrist, the pig seeming to become a bit panicked now, and yanked her through, slamming the door behind them.

Porkette took deep breaths, a sweat trickling down her. She looked around, and saw that most of the girls seemed rather shocked and horrified by what they’d just witnessed. So, to calm their spirits, she gave her usual smile, and stood up straight with a sigh.

“So, shall we continue?”

Let’s leave that mess behind us! Where will Porkette lead them next?

A) The Sodatron

B) Hotdoggomania!

C) The Candy Mine

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