New Employee 14

Hey everyone.

This is the last part to Cass' story, it seems she not only is fitting in but has become a model employee.

I really hope you all enjoyed this one, as it was fun to work on.

Next week I will be posting the pictures from a commission I had Volkenfox do that I never did prompts for.

After that, I have (hopefully) enough time to do the prompts for a semi-Halloween based series that Volken did for me, all while also working on my "Nerd Girl" sequence, AND possibly audio based work.

Until then, be well everyone.

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The clock turned to 2:15, though these days Cass really had no recognition as to what time it was or how long she had been at work for. Her days all seemingly blended into one; one non-stop, unending gluttonous adventure.

Gulp, gulp, glub. Gulp, Gulp, glub. Glub, glub, burp. Glub, glub, burp. Those sounds were almost all Cass heard as she lay on her hover chair, “working”.

Around three months ago, Pamela had told her about a new product in development, one that was supposed to make eating much easier. Cass had to admit, her arms did get incredibly sore after days of eating, so she said she’d be in for trying something new out.

She was totally unsure why the following Monday a tube with a valve was lowered to her beak level, with the feed attached to the ceiling and then looping around the office to a random room. She could have investigated further, but her stomach started grumbling and the scents from the tube made her more interested in solving her hunger than where the tube was coming from.

The moment the white substance hit her mouth was one Cass could not explain. The taste seemed bland at first, but then the liquid hit the back of her mouth, and she felt a sensory overload. She quickly gulped down more, repeating the same feeling over and over again, until nothing more came out of the tube. She whined, trying desperately to get the last few drops out, though nothing happened, much to her dismay.  Still, she had to admit she felt somewhat full, meaning she could do work.

Then, about an hour later, she saw a red light flash from the beginning of the tube in her office. She then saw what looked to be the white substance from before come closer and closer to the valve. She licked her lips at the thought of ingesting more of the wonderful substance and then opened the valve before clamping down on the tube.

Again, the moment the substance hit the back of her throat, that wonderful feeling coursed through her body, lighting every nerve on fire. She clenched her fat fingers and toes, loving all the pleasures this feeding was providing. Like before though, her only complaint was it seemed to end too soon. She again whined as the substance was no longer coming through, her feeding done. She was incredibly disappointed, so much so that she had a hard time concentrating on her work.

This repeated four more times during the day, as about every hour the tube would be lowered closer to her mouth and the white, filling liquid was made available. Each time, Cass found herself growing more and more excited during the course of the feeding, and feeling even more despondent when it was over.  She just wanted that pleasurable experience to continue forever.

That first day was a turning point in Cass’ life, for numerous reasons. For one, she couldn’t stop thinking about the tube feedings and how good the liquid was, even though she had no idea what it was. It just filled her up in every way possible that she literally dreamed about it, thinking of being led to a giant oil truck sized tank and gulping down every bit of it. Worse, she found that her usual obscene feasting was not getting her full like it usually did, and definitely not in the same way as her “mystery liquid” did.

The next day’s feeding schedule was the same, and Cass found herself counting down the minutes each time. She wanted to be filled, to enjoy this liquid. It was all she could think about. Those feelings only increased after the second day, then the third, then the second week, the fifth week, and so on.

Those feedings had increased in duration and frequency, going from every hour to every forty five minutes to now every half an hour. Even then, Cass would complain between sessions, wondering why they couldn’t just let the tube flow unimpeded throughout the day (little did she know that that was coming).

Still, the smile on her face when the red light would flash, was almost bigger than her body. She would flap her bloated arms as best so could, practically squealing in delight as the substance poured into her mouth and down her throat, joining all the other gallons that had already been ingested.

What the poor bird did not know, was this substance was being tested to see the effect it had on people and if it was safe for consumption after it was fed to livestock. The goal was to get the livestock to crave the ultra-fattening substance more and more as it swelled them up and out. The side effect of pure pleasure had not been anticipated, but at this point researchers didn’t mind. It had already shown no ill effects and would be used on livestock very soon.

Cass did not know this, though there was probably little she could do even if she did. She had grown well beyond fat, well beyond massive, or any other synonym to describe someone of her size. She surpassed the one ton mark and that was only the beginning. Her face was a collection of jowls and rolls that were starting to smother her beak and eyes, making her appear to just be all fat.

Her arms, swaddled with fat as they were, were barely functional at this point as they stuck out to her sides constantly. She was thankful that her stomach was so voluminous as they could just rest on that, meaning they never got too sore. Said gut sagged to the floor even when elevated by her chair, a hover chair that was starting to strain to keep her up as she piled on more and more weight. Her pendulous breasts hung to the sides of her globular gut, their descent towards the floor all but guaranteed as she fed.

Her hips and rear completely swelled up and against the back of the chair, rising to overflow it from the top, making her sit much higher than she had in the past. Her tail almost brushed the back of her head while in this chair, a testament to just how incredible gargantuan she had become. Her poor thighs were completely obscured by her stomach. Her feet were beginning to be swallowed up by her calves and ankles, just her pudgy toes visible when that gut wasn’t covering them. They couldn’t move much, but would twitch when she was eating.

Cass, prior to joining GluttCo, would probably want to be shot to end this existence. The Cass now however was thrilled by all she was experiencing. The feeling of constantly being full, in constant orgasmic bliss (that had been another welcome side effect), and not having to worry about much else (her job role had been reduced and also allowed her to stay at one of GluttCo’s new apartment complexes) was more than enough compensation for her coming immobility.

As she sat there, eager to consume more, she only had one thought in her mind, this was the best career decision she could have made.