8 Months Later

Eight months into her pregnancy Assfuck had stopped answering to Ashley. She groped her swollen and curvy body, wrapped in a latex pig costume. She perked up at the sight of Mr. Anderson putting a bowl of lunch out for her. 80% cum, 20% actual food. She happily squealed and crawled over, her massive teats and her full belly dragging on the floor.

She dug into the food greedily, she was eating for nine after all. Pregnant with eight children. Eight! Her costume really was perfect since it turned out she was perfect for a breeding sow.

Assfuck wasn't really in much of a state to muse on this, her mind was a sluggish mess from arousal. Her work colleagues had gotten so into denying her, that not only had she still not been afforded any chance to get a home for when she's not at work, she hadn't cum at all in eight months!

It had been fun, to see what she'd be willing to endure for the chance to cum and still deny her;

For the last seven months, she had promised to slap herself if she heard anyone describe her in a way that wasn't sexually demeaning.

For the last six months, she had promised snort any cum that landed anywhere that wasn't on her or in her.

For the last five months, she had promised to never look someone else in the eye. If it happened she had to apologise to whoever it was for presuming to think that she, Assfuck, was a person.

For the last four months, she had been recording videos of herself snorting jizz and sending them to all of her ex-girlfriends.

For the last three months, she spent her nights hooked up to a milking machine.

For the last two months, she hadn't stood up and walked. She would only crawl on all fours.

And for the last month, she had promised that in the rare occasions she talked at any length that every third word would be a pig-like oink.

Her ex-girlfriends had been astonished at the transformation of Assfuck, someone who once prided herself on having never slept with a man. Now she was snorting cum like a jizz junkie.

It had gotten so bad the female staff had lodged a complaint that the so-called dyke had been ignoring the female staff to inhale jizz.

Throughout the reprimands, Assfuck just happily giggled and gave a drunken oink as her punching bags made of titflesh were mercilessly pummelled by her female work colleagues, more than a few being former lovers.

-O-

Jenny meanwhile had done mostly the same. She obsessively steered conversations towards getting people to describe her in progressively more sexually demeaning ways. Her office attire was almost exclusively bunny costumes. She had stopped looking people in the eye. If it happened she had to apologise to whoever it was for presuming to think that she, Jenny, was a person. Jenny had recorded sex tapes and masturbation videos for her webchat and the first people she invited to her streams were her exes. Ever since she expanded her chest, Jenny's breasts had been lactating, so she spent some of her days hooked up to a milking machine. She still walked sometimes, but normally in the office she hopped on all fours like a bunny.

She hadn't gotten pregnant though. She still had a home and a wardrobe and she been able to cum plenty in her free time and on the weekends. She had discovered something.

She couldn't eat anything that wasn't coated in jizz. After nearly two years of meals that were mostly cum, she couldn't physically make herself eat something as basic as a chocolate bar unless she got someone to cover it in manjuice.

She really was a living fleshlight