Hotdog Celebration II [3/3]

How... how long had it been?

Poca had lost track. Of everything. Of time. Of how bad her tautly stretched stomach made her want to retch. Of which way was up or down. She couldn't even remember where the exits were. Even if she were somehow able to stand, she wouldn't even know where to make a run for.

It didn't help that her blubber was now beginning to fill every square inch of the room. Perhaps she could locate an exit by noticing which area she didn't feel her own taut lard pressing into a wall, but even still, then what? How was she even supposed to fit through? How was she supposed to leave this room?

Poca was ruined. Completely, and utterly, ruined.

Gloooooorrrrrrp... "Nngh... n-no..." came the feeble pleading, before it was rapidly plugged up with more greasy sausages. And 'plugged up' was certainly the right word, since they consistently were shoved into every end of the corpulent hen. At this point, Poca had even lost track of what end of her had been ravaged by thick hot dogs the most.

And she really meant that.

She shuddered at how stretched her ass felt around the ten or so hotdogs that were lodged between her elephantine cheeks that refused to push in any further without a proper shove from behind.

Even before the blubber of her thighs permanently held her legs spread, she wasn't sure if she could've ever closed them around the several dozen dogs corking her fat, swollen pussy. A constant drizzle of grease now trickled from its lips as if Poca were a blimp filled with nothing more than melted butter.

And to keep her protesting to a minimum, Zoey handed a steady supply of hot dogs to Beth for the giraffe to keep the chicken's beak plugged at all times, so that the pig could focus on filling every other end to its limits.

"I-I... I don't know about this, Zoey... I'm... starting to feel bad. This is going way further than last time..." Beth awkwardly stammered, her face going red as she had to literally push aside the immense fat of Poca's tits just to carve a path towards her face at this point. The chicken had become utterly mountainous.

The pig just gave an irritable snort in response. "Oh, she just bein' a big baby about it. This ain't her first rodeo."

"Y-Yeah, but... last time, we didn't give her half as many... A-And, how are we even supposed to get her out of--"

"Beth, what do you think the point of recurring events like this are? You go bigger each time to buzz up talk. That's what Hefty said. We go bigger. And if we don't, she's gonna have our asses pull this stunt next. Is that what you want?" the pig warned.

Beth's arguments died in her long throat before ever reaching her mouth. She took a long look at Poca. As bad as she felt, she couldn't fathom being in her place.

"Come on, Double-Decker, just have some fun with it. And just be glad it ain't YOU we're doing this to." the pig said in almost a foreboding, sinister tone as another few handfuls of greasy sausages were thrust into the hen from behind. As if she were warning the giraffe to keep quiet before she met the same fate.

Beth went stiff with the ominous words, and did as she was told, bringing more hot dogs to Poca, despite the faint, muffled whining behind the sausages.

"Hmmmpnf! Mnnn! Nnnngh!" Poca's eyes widened. Something was wrong.

Beth took a step back as she heard gurgling begin to fill the room. Zoey and Beth both exchanged a glance, watching the rumbling blubber churn as some sort of gas reaction began to stir deep inside Poca.

"Oh no you don't! Make sure she keeps it in! If she tries to let loose gas now, we're gonna get hot dog chunks blown everywhere!" Zoey warned.

In a panic, the two began doubling-down on the efforts to cork her up from every end. Dozens and dozens of hot dogs passed between the two as they worked to fill every side. It was like watching a dam be built around a rapidly-approaching flood.

Beth's ears went flat with fear as she heard the walls creak for a moment as Poca's body went taut, almost seeming to inflate with trapped gas as it had nowhere to escape. Like a hot air balloon ready to blow from the pressure.

Whimpers and muffled cries escaped the chicken, her toes curling and talons scratching against the walls as her fat feet wiggled uselessly within the lard that trapped them.

Finally, after a few minutes, the gurgling subsided. And as the panic settled, Beth and Zoey looked down at the last few hot dogs scattered across Poca's blubber.

Nineteen... Twenty. Twenty left.

Zoey scrambled across the chicken, who just groaned and gasped with each heavy step of the pig across her body. There was now no more room to walk around Poca, so Zoey decided she'd just have to scale the hen like a mountain and hope she could handle the movement.

As she filled her arms with the last of them, she began popping them in wherever they'd fit.

Poca whined and shook her head, pleading for mercy, but Zoey wouldn't relent. Not so close to the finish line.

"Oh, quiet, girl! We're nearly there!" she said as the last few were shoved into place, forcibly making room for them.

"You know, I'd have thought you'd want to lend a hand at the final mark, Beth! ...Beth?"

After a moment, Zoey heard a muffled "Down here..."

The pig glanced over the expanse of feathery flesh, and saw the horns of the giraffe barely sticking out from where she was buried. All the movement must have gotten her trapped beneath the bed of blubber like quicksand.

Even despite the... complications, by the time the last hotdog was ceremoniously slotted into place, Zoey laid back on Poca's churning gut with a satisfied sigh.

"Well, you did it, Hotwing! Congrats! I doubt you'll be walking around serving tables much anymore, but I'm sure Hefty will find something for you to do like this. Maybe she'll wrap a banner around you and roll you around as an advertisement? Hah!" the pig snorted with laughter at the thought of that.

"Uhhh... Zoey... how are we supposed to... get her out of here...?" the giraffe asked from where she was pinned.

Grrrrrrrugrggggle....

The churning came back, as if to answer her question. Louder this time. Beth whimpered, pressed against the wall by the rumbling flesh.

"I-I... I-I.... I-I'm g-gonna--..." Poca began to hazily mutter under her breath, barely able to form a proper thought before her eyes bulged and her cheeks puffed, a whimper caught in her throat.

The gas was building to its peak now. Was there any way to even hold it back?

Zoey glanced around for any emergency dogs to plug up the dam, but alas, all their ammunition had been used in the previous battle.

As Poca's body slowly swelled, pressing outward against the walls, Zoey was lifted closer and closer to the ceiling. She looked in horror, before slowly putting her head down. "Beth, it's been an honour serving with you."

"WHAT?!"

The giraffe was NOT a fan of Zoey's interesting way of making light of the situation.

"P-PLEASE LEND ME A HAND!" the giraffe begged.

But it was too late. As Poca began to bloat and swell, they could all hear the creaking of the walls. The cracking of the wooden pillars holding the place up. Poca's boundless blubber swelled like a balloon, until every inch of the room was filled, Zoey and Beth squished against the walls.

They all heard a distant "That's seventy-two hours! How'd it go, girls?" from Hefty down the hall.

All of them gave a single whimper as their response.

BOOOOOOOOOOM!

The walls burst apart like an explosion had been set off inside the room. The entire back corner of the restaurant came down in crumbling rubble.

By the time Hefty reached the end of the haul, she saw nothing but a feathered whale crushing two of her employees, all at the center of a crater formed within debris of the back of the diner.

"Hm. Didn't take her outside first like I said, I see. This is some... expensive damage, girls." Hefty calmly addressed the situation.

Slowly, one of the advertisement banners for a new combo meal drifted down gently through the air, and landed across the groaning, several-ton chicken. And an idea sprouted to Hefty's mind.

"That's alright. I think I know exactly how to get this paid for..."