Swine Security Part 5

“Huff, oink, st-stop! Huff, you, gasp, have, wheeze, to, oink, pay!”

Sandy waddled as fast as her blubbery legs would allow her after a doe who had stolen a necklace and bracelet from a jewelry store.  The doe, probably at the height of physical fitness, blew right past Sandy and another group of guards.

While the others gave up almost immediately, Sandy, who still deluded herself into thinking she was in somewhat decent shape, gave chase. It wasn’t more than two feet however when she realized what a mistake it was. Her feet immediately began throbbing, her legs burned, her belly bounced fiercely against her legs, and her breasts almost smacked her in the face. Her chest felt tight and she could feel the sweat absolutely pouring off her face and many other parts of her body. Once the doe jumped the escalator and got to the first floor, Sandy gave up.

The morbidly obese pig woman clutched the bar holding up the safety glass, the sweat now running down her forehead and onto the slope of her snout before resting in her cavernous bosom. She was completely and utterly exhausted, having moved more in those past three minutes than she had in over a month. It took it’s toll on her body, leaving her nothing more than a fat, wheezing, sweat soaked pig who was on the verge of collapse.

She tried wiping sweat out of her eyes with a flabby forearm, but that seemingly only made things worse as she got more salty discharge into her eyes. She leaned further against the glass, feeling the cold crystal hit her spherical porcine belly. It felt good, almost making her forget about what had just happened. She shifted to let more of her ample gut press up against the cool structure, ignoring the tightness that resulted against her underbelly and ass as she did so. Her belly outline and belly button formed from the perspiration, almost like a smile on the glass.

Her thighs pressed tightly against the fabric of her pants, both due to their largeness as well as their wetness. Her panties were firmly up her sweaty crack, the old white panties having become a thong after all that running. She tried to reach around to get to them, barely able to do so due to her shorter arms and wider back. A few more pounds and she probably wouldn’t be able to.

Having gained over 250 pounds in 5 weeks should have been alarming to Sandy and everyone else, but no one seemed to notice or think it was unnatural. Most people remembered Sandy as a portly pig who got the job to make some money and keep herself fed, not a human business woman who wanted a better career and was only doing this to pay bills until something else came along.  Even those who may have recalled her being thin at one point did not think of her as a human being; to everyone she was always a pig.

Those memories had even vanished from her own mind as on a daily basis her reality kept changing and being re-written. She had always been a pig and somewhat soft in the middle. Pictures of half marathons, biking trips, or long hikes with friends had long faded out in her apartment, replaced by pictures of her at family outings with her other pig family members, or attending sporting events with friends in the stands. There weren’t even workout clothes in her apartment anymore, having somehow morphed into sweats and baggy shirts. Stylish flats and comfortable shoes had replaced workout sneakers. Even the workout playlist on her cellphone was gone. No trace of a fit and jacked Sandy remained.

The obese woman continued trying to recover her strength, all the while the group of her fellow security guards that she had been chatting with finally caught up to her. She may have been fat but in this group she was still considered “small”. One of them, a bear named Portia, waddled up behind her and smacked her firmly on her fat back, sending ripples through her fattened body.

“He-he, nice try, small fry. You, whew, did a lot better than anyone else here could”, Portia said as she stood behind Sandy, her own voluminous gut sagging down to her knees. “That doe has been here before and somehow will be again. She’s almost like a legend.”

“Why, gasp, don’t, wheeze, they arrest her then”, Sandy asked, slowly turning around. Her ass rubbed against the glass and wiped off the perspiration her belly had left on there. She had underestimated the sheer girth and width of her rear, bumping into the glass much sooner than she thought and almost freaking her out at the thought of it breaking. It didn’t, but it put the fear of God in her all the same.

“She is stealing “fake” stuff. None of that shit is worth much, even though they charge an arm and a leg. If ANYONE should be arrested, it should be that weasel and his family for selling fakes.”

The group of cops laughed at the bear’s joke.

“Oh-oh. I, wheeze, didn’t know. I still, feel pathetic.”

The bear smiled, trying to make her coworker feel better.

“No worries. Tell you what, let’s go to the diner and get you some lunch, our treat. That’ll help you forget about what just happened”,  Portia said as she adjusted her own tight uniform. “Least it helps me, anyway.”

“Su-sure”, Sandy replied, not wanting to admit that the thought of food did make her feel better. Especially once her stomach grumbled, causing everyone to laugh.

“Guess all the physical activity gave me an appetite”, Sandy said sheepishly.