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Swine Security 6
🕑 Added 2025-07-19 20:37:58 +0000 UTC“More Than A Burger” was empty, the lunch rush having just ended. Anthros and humans a like left the fatty food chain, bellies full and needing to return to work. Well, most of them.
Sandy sat in the corner, a tray of empty wrappers and containers in front of her. She had just finished off four burgers, a chicken sandwich, two orders of fries, and a milkshake, but was still as famished as she had been upon entering. She patted her still taut abdomen and let out a loud burp. She was no longer shy about belching in public, it made more room for more food, so why wouldn’t she belch?
“That, chomp, was really good. I, urp, probably should have gotten the, burp! I, urp, shoulda gotten the family meal”, she said to herself before looking at her phone.
It was 2:08 pm and her lunch break had started at 1:18. She had access to the cart today and knew it would only take about five minutes to get back to the back and to resume her static duty shift. She probably COULD get some more food and bring it to the back. No one would mind if she ate while watching the monitors, everyone did it.
“Fuck, urp, it. I can grab more food for my shift. What, burp, are they going to do? Fire me? I’m a model employee”, she said, not realizing how accurate that statement was.
The behemoth of a pig slowly rose from her seat, the chair relieved to be no longer bearing the immense load. Sandy was still small compared to a few other pigs, but not by much. She was now over 500 pounds and not slowing down at all. In fact, it seemed her weight seemed to be increasing much more rapidly these days.
She stood for a moment, her stomach resting on the table momentarily as she did so. Her ass, squeezed into pants that somehow had remained able to contain her flesh, wobbled uncontrollably in their fabric confines, quivering and jiggling with each breath she took. Each cheek was the size of a small boulder, albeit made of lard instead of granite and sand.
Up front, her belly sagged low enough to kiss her knees, even when she stood completely upright. It provided a good counterweight for the absolute tank behind her. Her breasts were supported by her uniform top, which was the only reason they weren’t flopping to the sides of that colossal belly. Her pink flesh oozed out, sweaty and potted with cellulite and freckles.
She couldn’t stand still for long though, because even though her thighs had retained some amount of muscle, they were mostly loaded with fat and did not want to carry her portly frame for long. Thus, she began the process of waddling to the counter, her legs pressed together all the way to the ankle.
It took longer to get there than it had when she first entered, but that was because she had about five thousand more calories in her gut now. Still, the pig couldn’t contain her excitement as she thought of more food going into her belly, even as it rubbed against the warm marble, eliciting more sweating. She saw someone else’s order on the counter and her mouth watered. Her appetite had somehow gotten even larger from the walk, the exercise needing fuel for recovery.
“Hey Sandy. Round two”, Mabel, a trim goat with glasses asked. She was clearly a teenager fresh out of high school. She had been serving Sandy daily for the past two weeks, so they had developed a little rapport.
“Hi, Mabel. I’m, wheeze, just deciding what to get”, she replied, panting and wheezing as she did. The walk had built up her appetite for sure but also her heart rate and sweat production.
“Ah. You’d think with so many visits you’d know, he-he”, the goat said, laughing at her own joke.
It was one that should have pissed Sandy off, but she had barely heard it. She was focusing on the menu and debating if she wanted to load up on more chicken or cow. She put one hand under her triply chinned face and then reached around with her other hand to try and pull her pants up over her rear. She had felt a breeze on her tail and didn’t want to give anyone a show. The fabric barely moved but she was finally able to wiggle it up enough to cover everything. Her cheeks sloshed and trembled as they adjusted to all the movement.
“I think I’ll go with a number three, a number five, two number sevens, a twelve, a side of garlic fries, and a chocolate shake.”
“Anything else”, Mabel asked, almost knowing what the answer would be.
“Yeah, I think I’ll also get three apple pies, an order of popcorn chicken, oh! And one of those barbeque chicken potato bowls! I’ve been meaning to try them!”
Mabel smiled and entered the order before accepting the card.
As she stood there waiting for her order, Sandy just watched all the food being made. It was making her even hungrier. Still, she looked down at her phone to see that it was now 2:15 pm. She was definitely going to be late.
“Oh well. I’ll just work an extra few minutes to make up for it. I’m not going to be tired and out of energy while watching the monitors”, she rationalized as she thought more about all the delicious food she was about to eat.
Delicious food that was only going to add to her already corpulent frame.
