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Swine Security Pt3
🕑 Added 2025-06-26 19:43:51 +0000 UTCHey everyone. Here is part 3 to this fun sequence I worked on with Vetoknox.
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“Stupid, munch, moose. Putting, chomp, me, urp, on the morning shift. Was, munch, supposed to have an interview today!”
Sandy munched on a cotton candy frosted donut from “Dough-Nut Bros”, her second of the day. She had been called in to work a morning shift to cover for a coworker, and even though she told Lenny she couldn’t do it, he put her on the schedule for the morning shift anyway. Worse was that when she called the company to try and reschedule the interview, they acted like they had never heard of her before and hung up. She was stuck.
“I’ll, urp, just check my emails at lunch. Hopefully, chew, there will be some good new.”
She had only been at this job a week and already she hated it. The hours always seemed to change, and, while the pay wasn’t bad, it didn’t make up for her coworkers. They were all morbidly obese, with some barely even mobile. They would waddle in both before, during, and after shifts, sweating, out of breath, and complaining about all the walking they had to do, how hot the mall was (the air conditioning was always on), and how they didn’t get longer lunch breaks, among other things. She knew that if they just lost weight, they’d be better off and wouldn’t complain as much.
The one thing she did happen to agree with them on however, was the clothing and how restrictive it was. She’d thought it was baggy her first day but clearly she had been mistaken. The buttons of her top were a struggle to button and the pant legs clung tightly to her thighs and hips. Worse, she was sure that when she leaned in she was showing off some massive cleavage to the world. Which wouldn’t be a bad thing if she didn’t think the people looking back were pervs.
The real reason her clothes were tighter was obvious: she had gained weight, and a good amount too. Not enough to be remotely close to as hefty as her coworkers, but enough to erase any idea that she had once been muscular and fit. It was only about 30 or so pounds, but it was enough to change how she looked. Her breasts had grown heavy, competing with her full pot belly for who could cause her buttons to gape the most. Her thighs had remained thick, but instead of muscle they were full of fat, jiggling slightly as she made her way through the mall. Her rear had also inflated, her cheeks round and growing rounder by the minute it seemed. Her tail hung above them as they jiggled, her pants encasing those globes tightly.
Sandy was oblivious to this, even as her face got softer with each passing day. She chalked it up to just being so tired and not sleeping much, which meant she looked off. Even as her belly rounded over the waist band of snug panties, or a bra struggled to clasp, the pig woman refused to believe it was because she was gaining weight. She was just over worked she rationalized.
“I’ll, chomp, get back on track once they give me a solid, munch, schedule, or I find a better job”, she thought to herself as she finished off donut number two and went in for donut number three.
That was something else she had to agree with her coworkers on, the food in the mall was good. Thankfully, unlike them however, she at least had some restraint.
For now, anyway.
