If she leaves during lunch no one will notice right?

She looked at the clock, it was 11:30. She was relieved this meant that she should be able to duck out under the pretense of stopping by a nearby restaurant for lunch. She had a nagging feeling that there was an issue with her plan but it was taking a lot of concentration to even consider skipping work and thereby defying someone of higher rank. This damn submissiveness was not going to work for her.

Over the next half hour she got her work done with amazing efficiency. She had been a CPA in her previous life as well but it had never been this easy. Part of it was of course the natural skill that came with being a whale but she hated to admit that a part of it was also the fact that she didn't want to disappoint her bosses. Finally lunch came she double checked and saved her work then stood up to walk down to the cafeteria. Something was wrong though, she was doing something wrong but she couldn't figure out what. She looked around the office, it wasn't quite open plan but the cubicles were short enough that she could definitely see other people standing up, well some people at least, a fair number of beta males, one or two bosses, the secretary who she recalled was a Whore named Lindsey. Obviously the blowjob girls in the office were too short to see over the cubicle walls but what was strange was that no other whales seemed to be standing up. She vaguely recalled that there were about an equal number of whales and Beta males working in this office but none of them seemed like they were planning to head to lunch.

"What in the bloody HELL do you think you are doing!" Jane jumped and turned at the shout. It was her boss, the owner of the company, Emily. She was panicked obviously she had made some sort of mistake but she was too disconcerted to remember what. She was also starting to hear the comments from around her.

"Did that fat pig seriously just STAND UP."

"God you can really smell that awful crap she's using to cover her stench. She must bathe in the stuff ."

"Hey Lindsey how much would I have to pay you to fuck her fat ugly ass."

"God not on your life Trent even if you ordered me I'd never be able to get it up for... that."

Jane was in full on panic mode, she had done something clearly very wrong, someone of a higher rank was obviously extremely angry with her, and all of these abusive comments were making her extremely horny. She could feel the juices leak from her fat pussy and was certain that it was staining her skirt, she just thanked god it was a dark color. While she stood there frozen and dithering Emily had moved in close and was now right up in her face.

"Wellll? Do you have anything to say for yourself you disgusting slob? This is deliberate defiance of company rules. Rules set by someone of higher rank than you! If I choose to report this you could end up having your rank forcibly lowered! Is that what you want? To end up an idiot sexpot like Lindsey? Some dumbass drone capable of nothing more than moving boxes? Or maybe you want to become a toilet and embrace your roots as a disgusting pile of filth!" With this last statement she drove her knee into Jane's crotch. Jane couldn't help it, the abuse felt sooooo good, she came and collapsed to the floor.twitching and shivering. Emily stepped on her head and Jane could see up her skirt. She was wearing crotchless panties and for a moment Jane had a sudden terror that she was about to piss directly on her. To Jane's relief, or perhaps disappointment, she just twisted her foot a bit into Jane's cheek.

"You're not worth the effort of calling the enforcers, but if I ever see you stand up in my office again I won't hesitate. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes ma'am." Jane said as best she could with her face still being stepped on.

"Good then crawl over the trough like a good little piggy, eat your fatass's fill, and GET BACK TO WORK." This last was said in a tone of such command that the last trace of defiance disappeared. Emily took her foot off and Jane began crawling towards the far end off the office. She now saw all of the other Whales down on the ground with her as the rest off the office filled out to go to the cafeteria the whales crawled to the far end of the office where a feed trough had been installed. The feed was nutritious, plentiful, and blander than air. As Jane and her whale colleagues arrived at the trough they fell upon it shoveling the feed into their maws truly like pigs. there was no attempt to maintain dignity, no pretending about being people. While there was food in front of them they were no more than pigs.

Jane finished after about 20 minutes. She had eaten at least 8 pounds of the feed but she was still hungry for more however the sluice that kept the trough full stopped and so she and the other whales crawled back. The other whales were just as disgusting as her. Of particular note was the one who had been shoveling food in next to her. She recalled her name was Mary. Mary was the fattest whale in the office, weighing a truly disgusting 650 pounds she always dressed in bright pink which just made her look trashy. She was the epitome of what Jane had imaged a whale would look like. She was also a top quality marketer and was literally directing the entire marketing strategy for the company (for that matter Jane was the best accountant employed here and the only reason she wasn't CFO was that Emily liked humiliating her so she put Ron, a lazy Beta who Emily had a thing for above Jane who did all the real important work in the department) nevertheless they crawled on the ground, ate from a trough like pigs, and endured the scorn and abuse of their co-workers.

Jane arrived back to her desk and found her chair gone, her computer on the floor and a note from Emily saying to remember her place. She turned to her computer and began typing.