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The Boss's Sow 12

For Foogo

By Draconicon

Morning came with smears of slime and cum and worse along her chest and face. There was none of that plug that she had felt in the middle of the night, thankfully, but the rest of the mess had already all but rot-dried onto her, adding to the stink that had started becoming part and parcel with her day to day life as the boar's live-in maid and 'wife.' She shivered at the thought, not wanting to accept it, but if she wanted to avoid further humiliation, further pain at what he was doing to her, she had to go along with whatever he said. Nothing less would save her.

He was still asleep, his morning wood poking out from the sheets. She knew that when he woke up, he would want that tended to, but she had a few precious minutes to be herself rather than the whore that he wanted her to be, and she planned to take full advantage of that.

Hugging herself, Sallie tried not to think about how much she squished, or how her hands slid over her flesh, or what it felt like to have her own hands on her and the way that her fat just slid around all over the place. It was a mess, a slimy, horrible mess, but...

But it was enough to be able to take what the boar dished out. The fatter she got, the less that the hard fuck affected her. She had fainted the first time. She had lasted for a while before fainting this second time. After waking up and calling him 'hubby' - a memory that still left a horrible taste in her mouth - she had managed to last as long as he did, staying awake through the full fuck.

Of course, that meant that she remembered what was done to her more, but that was something that she could live with. She could get through that, manage herself, and she could be sure that he wasn't doing something that he wasn't 'allowed.'

She wanted to laugh. Allowed. As if she could say no to him anymore.

Glancing out of the corner of her eye, she saw his cock twitch. It was going to be going down her throat any minute now, and she knew that her breakfast would mostly consist of cum flakes and cock milk, and she doubted it was going to be any better than it had been last night. But better that than the other possibilities. She had seen the way that he had glared at her when he'd used the toilet last night. He could take that further, more humiliating.

No...never that...

Sallie saw him jerk, snorting softly in his sleep. Perhaps a minute left. She needed to decide. Start when he said, or surprise him?

A good sow would do the latter, and he had made it clear that he wanted a good sow. So, much to her humiliation, she crawled over him, lowering her head to his cock and sucking it in. It was a horrible, burning taste that followed, something like smegma mixed with old, chewy fat, and she had to hide her face to keep her distaste from showing as she bobbed her head up and down.

Even her neck felt fat, like she had folds that were bouncing as she bobbed her head. Maybe she did at this point. It was hard to be sure, and it was always pushing at her, reminding her of what she had become compared to what she used to be. Supermodel to slob. What a waste. What a mess.

She didn't quite cry, but her eyes were watering when the boar oinked, opening one eye and looking down at her. She met the stare as he chuckled.

"Heh, look at that. Good sow."

He rubbed her head, and she tried not to let it affect her. The feeling of his greasy hand through her - oh, god, her hair was horrible. Frizzy, messy, oily, it was something that made her look like a homeless person. The only thing keeping her from going all the way down that comparison was the fact that she was too fat to be homeless.

He pulled her back after a second, forcing his cock out of her mouth. She groaned, her lips feeling a little raw after, a little tender. Were they swollen? Was she getting a pig-face?

God, she hoped not. That would be even worse than the tits. At least she could hide the tits.

"Sow. You hungry?"

"Mmmph..."

"I asked you a question? You hungry?"

"...Yes, hubby."

"Heh, I thought so."

Rather than force his cock back down her throat, however, he threw her out of bed. She landed with a thump on the floor, blinking as she looked over her shoulder. He was still waddling out of the side of the bed, stretching his head from one shoulder to the other, rolling his arms backwards and forwards.

"Get to the kitchen and start cooking."

"What?"

"I want French toast, pancakes, sausage, and bacon. Lots of fat on the last two. Make sure you get 'em greasy."

"But...I thought..."

"Heh, you thought you'd just choke on my cock? Sow, I want you to be even bigger. Ain't gonna do that with my cum, am I?"

"..."

"Get cooking, sow."

Sallie slowly got to her feet, wondering why she felt a hint of regret as she left the room. The little kitchenette that the hotel had was surprisingly well-stocked, and like a good sow should, she set to work.

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One meal later, they were on the road. The boar was well-dressed, if already a little sweaty in the pits, while Sallie...

She felt like a mess. Her clothes didn't fit her properly anymore. The boar had forced her into a tight little number that would have flattered her old self just fine, but now? She had her belly sticking out like some fattie at the gym, and her breasts were barely hidden in a top that looked like a bikini that had been slapped on someone on the Biggest Loser audition tapes. She groaned, trying to keep her nipples covered, at least, but the rest of her breasts were all but a lost cause.

Fat thighs, fat hips, fat everything were showing as she sat beside the boar in the back of his limo. She felt like a loser, keeping her thighs together. Her skirt was barely big enough to run down to the top of her thighs, and her thong - god, she didn't deserve to wear a thong now - was pulled up tight between her fat ass cheeks and against her pussy.

She had tried to do something with her hair, but no matter how hard she pulled on it, it was like someone else had taken control. She couldn't deal with all the oil and mess that was in it, and she knew that she reeked of pig cum.

"Why are you doing this to me?" she whispered.

"Because ya love it, sow."

"I don't. I really don't."

"Well, ya fake it well enough."

"..."

"And it's the only way that wimp of yours is gonna learn."

She wanted to think that he would start to come around, that he would see what she was going through on his behalf. She had had the chance to throw him under the bus, to put him in his place and just go off on a life of her own. All she had to do was just give up and tell the boar to go after her man...

But she couldn't. Even now, under all this humiliation, she was more broken to give him loyalty than she was to take care of herself. She lowered her head, her hands folded tightly over her lap.

"Where are we going?" she asked.

"Lunch."

"But...but we just had breakfast."

"Heh. Lunch, breakfast, does it matter?"

"But...but I'm..."

"If you say you're full, I'll know you're lying."

Sallie clenched her teeth. She wasn't entirely full, that much was true. She didn't want to eat more, though. She was already obese, and she didn't want to get worse. More, she didn't want to be in public with the boar. Going out on a walk, sitting near him was bad enough. If people saw them together...

She didn't have a choice. She had to do this...

She wanted to say that she'd do it for Philip, but there was no point. She wasn't doing it for him. She didn't know what she was doing it for, and she was too afraid to take too close a look at that.

The limo stopped, and the boar gestured for her to get out first. Knowing that she was going to get the eyes of everyone for entirely the wrong reasons, she hesitated, only to get shoved towards the door.

Click. She stepped outside. The sun fell on her, the heat already bringing the stink-oil out again. Her normal breasts bounced, and the other ones just under the top started wobbling, the nipples almost showing. The only thing that the fat rolls were good for was hiding them, and they did that job for now.

The boar followed her out, walking her towards the front door of the restaurant, holding her arm as if they were man and wife in truth. They walked inside, the other customers waiting immediately groaning, some holding their noses at her stench. She had never been so humiliated in her life.

The boar marched her up to the hostess. The other woman held her ground, though it was clear from her paling expression that it took some effort. She cleared her throat.

"Is there...something I can help you with, sir?"

"Yeah. Gimme a good table."

"...For two?"

"Yeah, me and the honey. Ain't that right, honey?"

"Y-yes...hubby."

She felt sick to her stomach as she said the word, and the judgment in the hostess's eyes made it a hundred times worse. But at the same time, they were led away from the front door to the back of the establishment. Menus were handed over, menus that were more than likely going to be burnt the minute that they were out the door, and the hostess ran off, obviously not wanting to be in their presence any longer than necessary. She couldn't blame the woman. She wouldn't want to be in her own company right at that point.

"So, what do you think you're getting?" the boar asked.

"I...maybe a salad."

"Nope."

"...Okay...some appetizers -"

"More."

"How much more?"

"How much can you fit?"

Her stomach chose that moment to gurgle with hunger, giving away how much she had been hiding. The other tables around immediately started looking at her, the men and women that had come for lunch looking at her fat folds, at the way that she was so obviously overweight and yet had the audacity to be hungry for more.

She tried to hide behind the menu, but he took it from her, giving her a poke in one of the lower breasts with it before handing it back. She whimpered, biting her lip as she squirmed.

"Sows do what their boars tell them. Understand?"

"Yes..."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, hubby."

"That's right. Now, pick something good, fatty, and filling. None of this rabbit food shit, understand?"

"Yes, hubby."

She opened the menu properly, looking through the foods, finding that almost every entrée was well over 1,200 calories, and some were almost up to the second thousand. She shivered, thinking of how she would have hated this place if she had come here with Philip, how she would have had a salad and endured it for his sake, but now...

Now, she had to stuff her face. Now, she had to do what the boar told her. Now, she had to ruin herself further than she already had, and she had no choice in the matter. None at all.

Eventually, Sallie gave in and picked a horribly calorie-packed alfredo from the back of the menu, something that would at least fit in her stomach while bringing on all the fat and calories that the boar wanted her to have. When she ordered it, she looked him in the eye, waiting to see if he actually called her on it or made her order something different. She half-wanted him to be pissed.

Instead, he smiled, nodding at her and the waiter. The man hurried off, leaving them alone again, and the boar leaned over the table.

"You're gonna be the best sow I've ever had."

"I hate you."

"I know."

He reached under the table, grabbing her thigh, and she could do nothing but spread her legs as he reached further and further up. It was all under the tablecloth, but there was no way that the other tables didn't know what was happening to her, or what the boar was going to do when his hand got up between her legs. Sallie wished that she still had the guts and gumption to tell him to fuck off, but there was something in her that had broken.

She was becoming his sow, and there was nothing that she could do to stop it.

The End

Summary: Sallie is taken out with the boar, and is faced with some of her greatest humiliation yet. The boar will own her, and she is not given an option in that fate.

Tags: M/F, F/solo, Fat, Fat Humiliation, Forced Exposure, Public, Oral, Blowjob, Smegma, Sweat, Series,