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Posted using PostyBirb", "writing": "Post Porkpocalypse\n“Honey, the mail is here! You have a letter from The Council, do you want me to open it?”\n Jack set his newspaper on the kitchen table. “Well honey, that depends. Which Council is it from?”\n He didn’t have to see his wife in the foyer to know she rolled his eyes at his tired joke. “You know damn well what Council I’m talking about, there’s only one left.” \n One council, one government. After the bombs fell, all communication stopped, and the only governments with any authority was the local ones that formed. Jack knew that there were other Councils out there, and hell, there was a United States government still in operation someplace in Maryland, but in his little area of Appalachia, the only one that mattered was the one that ruled them.\n It might be a bit too much to say ruled: Jack had as much as a vote on major issues as anyone else, and as an influential member of the community, he had quite the sway with individual councilmembers. But, as he quickly learned after a disagreement on rations, the Council as a whole did not take well to disobedience, and it defined even the smallest infraction as ‘disobedience’. It was hard to remember that, technically speaking, this was a democratically elected government. After all, the people they’d elected were the ones who controlled the food, water, and materials. Who else were they going to vote in? \n Before he could cook up another groan-worthy joke to annoy Jessica with, she strode into the room and tossed the package on the end table. Her eyes fell on the newspaper Jack had hurriedly tried to hide on her arrival, and the corners of her mouth twitched down.\n“What have I told you about reading that thing?” she said with a sigh. “The newspapers don’t exist anymore. You’re just making yourself sad reading them.”\nJack bit his lip. He didn’t really want to argue about that old topic again, so instead he picked up the letter, opening it up with his pocket knife. Jessica sat on the arm of the couch to watch, crossing her leg like she’d been taught to growing up. Just because it was the apocalypse didn’t mean she would sit like a regular slob. \n“Do you know where our Elise is?” Jessica said, “I haven’t seen her today.”\n“Ellie is out teaching the children up town, remember? It’s Tuesday, her day.”\n Jessica’s lips thinned. “Teaching children, or making children?”\n Jack slapped the now open letter down in exasperation. “Oh, come on Jess! You know she couldn’t leave the school to go gallivanting with some guy, they’ve got guards keeping her in until it’s time to leave. Besides, what if she were? She’s just turned eighteen, she just had her whole future taken from her! No college, her boyfriend is probably dead. Why not let her have some fun?”\n His wife’s eyes burned cold fire. “Have some fun, sure. But sex? Out of wedlock? I will not be grandmother to some fatherless bastard, and repopulation rules be damned, I’ll figure out a way to get rid of the problem if she does!”\n Jack met Jessica’s glare with his own, but as usual, he was the one to back down. It was a difficult subject, and he knew how his wife could be uptight. But, for all her focus on the proper way to do things, he knew that she’d eventually soften if Elise did get pregnant, and so there was no point in having yet another argument. \n He looked for an out from the subject, and yet again found it in the letter. He picked it up and unfolded it, noting with slight surprise that it was typed, not written. With the lack of ink and working computers after the bombs, the Council had decided to only use them for important, official communications. The fact that this wasn’t a secretary’s handwriting meant that whatever was inside wasn’t to be ignored.\nJessica had noticed too; their latest argument already forgotten, she settled into her husband’s lap and peered at the crisp lettering. \n“...well?” she asked finally. “What is it?”\nJack’s frown deepened as he scanned the letter, and before he’d finished the second paragraph, he folded it up and set it aside. “I think it’s best we wait for Ellie to get home before we read it,” he said. “It has to do with her.”\n————\n The sun had nearly set by the time Elise came home, but neither of her parents were worried about the dusk being too dark. During the day, the sky was a solemn, steady grey that only let just enough light through to allow stunted crops to grow. When the sun was at the horizon, however, the dull grey exploded into a brilliant purple hue, and if it weren’t for the strange light on everything, it was bright enough that one could delude themselves that it was just a fine, sunny day. \nIt was something to do with the radiation in the atmosphere, Jack had remembered reading before the internet went offline for good, but it never bothered him much. Everyone was poisoned, he knew, and some were beginning to show the effects in strange ways. With all that considered, why not just enjoy the one good product of the uranium clouds in the atmosphere?\n “Hello, Daddy!” Elise’s voice rang out in sing-song staccato as she came up the winding path to join her parents on the front porch. She took her perch between the two as usual, holding her father’s hand while resting her head on her mother’s. “Do you wanna hear how school went today?”\n Without waiting for a reply, she launched into a detailed report on every single thing that had happened with her children at preschool, from one child learning a new word to another simply eating a worm. Jack shot Jess an amused grin over Elise’s head, but he couldn’t hide a tinge of sadness. His wife was anxious over what was in the letter, especially since Jack wouldn’t tell her, but the truth was so heartbreaking for Jack that he just couldn’t bring himself to say before it was time to break the news.\n Elise was matched up with a mate for the year. \n After the dust had settled and some semblance of government began to form, the higher ups quickly realized that while their little area of appalachia had the food, land, resources and factories to rebuild some semblance of civilization, distributed evenly between the suburbs, rural and city areas they could control, there simply wasn’t enough living bodies left to take advantage of it all. Most of the men of working age had been conscripted into the war and died, and most of those who were left were the underage and those too old to be deemed useful to the US Military. \n After some discussion and a brief debate, the Council had decided, in their infinite wisdom, to institute a breeding program. Every childless woman of breeding age were to be assigned a fertile male to to be bred to, with the expectation that the woman would be at the very least impregnated within the year. This was to happen until a woman had produced five children, with a new mate each time to improve the gene pool. If the woman failed to be impregnated within a year, or if her family tried to circumvent the rules, the punishment was as simple as it was severe: offending males would be sent to hard labor camps, and offending females would be sent to the breeding factories. The chances of either sex returning to normal life after their ten year sentence was slim. Jessica was exempt from the program, as she’d already had a child; Elise, having just turned eighteen, was not. \n They’d been expecting the news for some time, but the couple had always figured they could pull the strings with the Council and get Elise matched with a mate suitable to Jessica. If a wedding was out of the picture, after all, she still wanted her grandchildren to have good genes. Jack had actually planned to go down the following week to see what he could do; evidently, he had put it off for too long. He knew full well that he’d get an earful for it, but there was little he could do at this point. All that was left now was to see who the match was, and hope for the best. For that, he wanted the whole family to find out together.\n Jessica was sharp, and could sense Jack’s trepidation as clear as day. Though she kept talking for a while, Elise wasn’t dense either, and soon she trailed off in the middle of an anecodte to give her father a queer look.\n “...hey, Daddy?” she said. \n Jack bit his lip and stared out at the sunset, attempting to set the memory in stone. He knew that, just as the day the bombs fell was the last day of her future, that today would be the last day of her innocence. \n He swallowed hard. “Yeah, sweety?”\n “What’s wrong?”\n Silence fell for a long moment. Jack met Jessica’s gaze and held it.\n “...honey, why don’t you go for a walk? Your mother and I have a letter to read.”\n———\n Jessica took her seat on the couch, but Jack stood in front of her rather than join. He found it difficult to sit when he was so anxious. Every instinct in him told him to simply ignore the letter, throw the source of anxiety away and pretend that nothing had happened. That wasn’t a realistic prospect, however, and Jessica was sitting there impatiently. So, he opened the folded paper and began to read out loud, skipping the flowery, self-congratulatory language as much as he could.\n As he worked his way through the first half of the letter, Jessica began to look more and more irritated as she realized what this was about. They hadn’t came out and said it, but if the letter was talking about the success of the breeding program and involved Elise, what else could it be? Finally, Jack reached the line that solidified their daughter’s fate. “Elise Parker, the Council has called upon you to do your duty to your government and your race. You will be given one year to become pregnant, or else be sent to the breeding factory in order to more fully serve your fellow humans.”\n He paused there, looking up to gauge her reaction. Jessica wasted no time in making her opinion known.\n “See, Jack? What did I tell you? You should have gone up there when I ordered you to and had a word with the council. Now our darling Elise is going to be matched up with who knows what, and my first grandchild might be a freak!” Though she did her best to look calm, the slowly increasing tenor of her voice betrayed her discontent.\n Her husband raised his hands in the air, stepping back from the force of the accusations. “Look, look, honey, I’m sure it’ll be fine! Everyone has to go through this, and Elise is no exception. You’re right that I should have gone up, but even if I did, what makes you think the Council would have listened to me? I’m just a guy, no more important than anyone else.”\n Jessica, who had begun to get past her irritation, shot up to her feet. “Bullshit!” she said. “You know that’s bullshit. You’re Jack Harvard! You supplied the council with the material for their first hall. Hell, you designed their first hall, and the two after that, and damn near everything that’s been built in the last few years. No influence with the Council? You should be on it! And they damn well know that, but just because you live further away and didn’t lose anything in the blast, they won’t even-”\n “It will be fine!” \n Jack’s raised but steady voice cut straight through Jessica’s righteous fury. She looked at him as if he’d grown a second head. Elise, however, was not perturbed. \n “Jessica, darling. It will be fine,” he said again. “I mean… you’re right. It would have been great to pick who our daughter’s first mate was. The fact that we can’t, however, is an inconvenience, not a tragedy. It just means we’re going to go through the same process everyone else in the community goes through, and we’re going to have to deal with it just like everyone else. It’s fine, Jess, it really is.”\n Jack let his words hang in the air, and the longer Jessica considered them, the more deflated she became. Finally, she heaved a small sigh and sagged back into the cushions. \n “I mean… I suppose you’re right, Jack. Everyone goes through it, and Elise has always been excited to have children, so it won’t be so bad. I guess the Council is mandating a four child minimum anyways, so even if this one doesn’t turn out, we have three more tries.” She glared up at her husband, continuing with an edge in her voice. “And you’re going to the Council next time to set something up. You know why you’re really not on the Council? Everyone thinks you’re a pushover with no spine.” She saw Jack stiffen and realized she’d been a bit too harsh — but what could she say? It was true, and everyone knew it.\n The part left unsaid, however, was that everyone viewed Jack as a pushover due to his wife’s domineering ways. \n Eager for an escape from yet another uncomfortable subject, Jack again turned to the letter. “Well, let’s read on and see who our Elise is going to be paired with, shall we?”\n His wife nodded her assent, and Jack pushed on. “Great duty, blah blah, rebuild our nation, uh… ah! Here it is. ‘It is our great privilege to inform you that your assigned breeding mate is Frank Delaway.” \n The husband and wife stiffened. The name, that putrid name hung in the air for a good minute before Jessica burst out in tears, and from there the fighting started.\n Though they knew it was possible, neither Jack nor Jessica had even considered the possibility that Elise would be assigned to mate with their brutish neighbor. Even before the war the farmer had been slobby to the point of being uncomfortable to be around, but something in him had… changed, after the bombs fell. Perhaps due to his already slobbish nature, Frank had ballooned out in size and his skin had turned pink. His large nose swelled into an even larger snout, and though no one could confirm it, rumor was that Frank’s cock had transformed from a normal human one into something pink and corkscrewed. To be put bluntly, Frank had became the pig he always was. \n After they’d gotten the arguing out of the way, with each blaming each other for their bad luck, Jack and Jessica realized that they had to think fast if they were going to save their daughter. Handing Elise over to a barely-human pig monster was out of the question, but what could they do? Frank would have gotten the letter at the same time as them, so they could expect a visit about in the next few days. There was always the option of refusing, but that would get Frank and Jessica sent to hard labor camps while Elise was sent to a breeding factory. There was little hope of getting the match changed at this point, but there was a third option… though Jack and Jess hated the idea, it was much better than losing their daughter, and all they needed was Frank’s cooperation. \n————\n Three days after the order arrived, a beat-up pickup pulled up their cracked driveway, its front end sagging down under the weight of its occupant. Jack and Jessica were waiting on the porch, dreading his arrival but at the same time eager to get it over with. He pulled into their turnaround, and after a few minutes of idling, he turned off the vehicle and squeezed himself out. \n Frank was a sight to behold. He was always on the tall side before, and after the radiation had done its work on him, he had grown to a stately six feet and three inches tall. He needed all that extra frame: along with the extra bone, he’d also packed on a lot of extra weight. He must have gained a hundred pounds since last Jack had seen him, and the pink porker resembled more a blob of mass than anything vaguely human shaped. Only a shelf of a lardass and two gigantic moobs lended any semblence of humanity to his torso. He wore nothing but greasy, stained overalls that struggled to hold in his heft, and Jack shuddered to guess at what those stains exactly were. \nThe pig eventually made it to the stairs, panting from the effort. “Jack!” he cried out, raising a hand in greeting. “Nice to see you!”\nJack struggled to put on a smile. “The… pleasure’s all mine, Frank.”\nAfter a few more moments of recovery, Frank straightened up and looked Jack dead in the eye. “I suspect you’re knowing why I’m here, Jack?”\nJack nodded grimly.\n“Good! Well, I’ll be collecting my Elise an be on my way, you’ll get her back in a year. If she don’t get sent to the breeding factory!” He broke out into phlegmy guffaws, and the husband and wife both struggled not to gag at the sound.\n “Well… about that,” Jack began tentatively.\n Frank’s laughter stopped abruptly. “Now, Jack,” he said in a low growl, “I wouldn’t dream of thinking that a fine, upstanding citizen such as yourself would be considering denying me what the community leaders have ordained. That’s not what you’re about to try and tell me, is it? Because that would be a bad idea for your whole family.” Apparently, the pig had, correctly guessed at the possibility that Jack would find Frank too nasty for his daughter. \n “Frank, just… just hear me out, okay? I’m not going to deny you your due, the Council promised you a breeding mate, and you’re going to get her. Just… let’s talk. Please.”\n Frank’s beady eyes wandered over to Jessica. “...let’s go inside, yeah?”\n————\nA cloud of smoke from Frank’s cigar hung in the air, accentuated by the bright chandelier hanging over the dining room table. Jessica and Jack sat on the edge of their seats as the pig chewed on his cigar.\n “Yer steppin in a lot of shit, goin against the council like this, Jack. What makes you think I ain’t gonna report you the second I step out this room?” Frank’s tone was even, but he didn’t need to sound menacing for the threat in his words to be clear. Jack paled some, but cleared his throat. \n “L-Look, Frank,” he began, but the pig waved his hand.\n “Shut yer yapper and lemme think,” he growled. Jack closed his mouth and looked at Jessica nervously. \n The silence was killing them, and the pig knew it. Personally, he didn’t really care whether he got Elise or not, just that he got someone at all. He was just letting them sit in silence to really rub in the fact that, the second they’d thought of trading the daughter for the wife, they’d committed treason against the Council, which meant Frank held all the power in this deal. \n His beady eyes undressed Jessica as he pretended to consider, which had the intended effect of making Jack rage on the inside. The pig could see him struggle to keep it in, and only his wife’s steadying hand kept him from bursting to his feet and assaulting Frank. It must be hard, giving away your wife to save your daughter, but Frank had no sympathy. Only desire.\n “...I suppose I could take Jessica instead of Elise,” Frank said. He paused long enough to see the relief wash over the couple and the color come back to their faces before continuing, “on one condition.”\n The tension returned. “...what’s the condition?” ventured Jack softly.\n “Yer wife is my slave until she gives birth.” Jack’s eyes flew wide, and Jessica gasped. The rage in her was palpable. “Til she pumps out a few piglets, she’s my slave, none of them rights, nothin. She does what I say when I say it, I treat her how I want, and when she’s gotten preggo and had the baby, you get her back.’\n Jack could barely open his mouth before his wife cut in. “What the fuck? No, fuck no! This isn’t part of what we talked about, get out! Get the fuck out!” Frank merely lifted his eyebrows, knowing that they couldn’t actually kick him out. He had all the power in this relationship, after all. “Why the fuck would I be a slave to someone like you? Why, I have half a mind to-”\n Finally Jack sprang up, pulling his wife away from Frank and pulling her into his arms. “Honey, honey!” he said, “Honey, I get it, shh, I get it, this is… this is not what we wanted. But think of your daughter. Think of Elise!Please, do it for her. It’s worth it, do it for her.”\nJack’s calm, yet firm tone, combined with the appeal to her motherly instincts finally calmed Jessica down, but what finally made her agree was the realization that they really couldn’t say no. Even if they just gave him Elise at this point, he could go to the council and tell them what they’d planned, and the family would be ripped apart for sure. Finally Jessica sat down, looking sullenly at the wooden table. She’d polished it that morning. \nFrank let the silence settle a while before standing up. “I’ll be ‘round tomorrow to collect her. Fuck her one last time, Jackie boy, cuz when I give her back, she ain’t gonna be the same.” \nThe pig waddled his way out, but paused at the door. “An’ Jess, baby?” \nJessica looked up. “Yer hot, I ain’t gonna lie, but you ain’t the type of woman I fuck. I prefer fatter women.” \nAnd with that he left, slamming the door behind him. Jessica and Jack sat at the table, silent. It was their last night as a family for at least a year… but what else was there to say?\n———\n Frank waited three whole days before he came to collect his prize. He must have known the anxiety he was causing the family by waiting, making them wonder if he’d gone to the authorities instead of following through on their deal. Perhaps the wait was on purpose, as a revenge for them substituting Jack’s daughter for his wife. Perhaps he waited so that the first emotion they’d associate with his arrival would be relief, rather than fresh anger for having to accommodate him the first place. After all, despite the Council’s civilizing influences, it wasn’t unheard of for entire families to be murdered out of spite, and Frank had to know that no one would mourn his loss if he mysteriously disappeared one day. \n Or, perhaps, it was simply to get things ready. Jack had expected to hear the rattle of Frank’s trashed truck crawling up the driveway; instead, a dull roar was what sent him running to the window. Squinting into the horizon, Jack could see a nearly new F150 struggling to make its way up the cracked and crumbling pavement, lugging behind it… a doublewide trailer? He swore and ran out onto the porch as Frank swung by to the side lot and stepped out of his truck, leaving it idling and belching coal-black smoke. \n “Jacky boy!” Frank cried out, as if greeting an old friend. He offered Jack his hand, which Jack took after a moment’s hesitation.\n “...F-Frank. Do you, uh, often bring your house with you places?” Jack said timidly, eyes glancing over Frank’s shoulder to the trailer looming behind them.\n Frank’s chuckled. “Always a joker, aren’t we, Jack? I’m sure you didn’t think I’d be taking my new breeding mate so far away from her family, did you? I’m settling on down here for the year!” At Jack’s obvious discomfort, Frank’s grin grew wider. “What, you ain’t uncomfortable with our little arrangement, are ya? You ain’t thinkin’ bout… telling the Council I’m settling on your land… are ya?”\n Jack’s heart sank. He didn’t need Frank’s poorly disguised threats to know he had no more say in what happened to his property, not for the next year. “Of… of course not. I’m happy to have you, Frank, as a guest while we work on our, uh, deal. I don’t wanna be too far from my wife anyways.”\n The pig didn’t answer, letting the silence hang in the air for just a moment too long before coughing. “Well… anyways, Jack, I won’t bother ya too long. Tomorrow I’ll actually lower ‘er down an’ get her sitting on the ground, but for now, I’d like to claim my right and take your wife down to live with me in the trailer. You’ll see her tomorrow, prolly. Where is she?”\n Though the temptation for Jack to simply deny Frank his request was strong, he didn’t have to fight it at all; Jessica had been listening from her bedroom window, and by the time Frank asked for her, she was already out on the porch. She wore the tightest dress she had, one she knew would accentuate her curves; it was obvious she was trying to get fucked and get this over with. Despite the smile she wore, her body language betrayed the hatred she had for this whole arrangement.\n Frank’s eyes undressed her, and he grunted, unimpressed. “Yeah, there ya are, Jess… ready to start your new life?”\n “For a year,” Jack cut in firmly.\n “Yeah…” Frank’s upper lip curled as he stared Jack down. “For a year.”\n The two men glared at each other, but while Jessica was happy to see her husband growing a backbone, she had a duty. She cleared her throat, adjusted herself, and did her best to give Frank a sultry grin. “Come on,” she said as she stepped down off the porch and into Frank’s arms, “let’s go… get to know each other, shall we?”\n Frank grinned and grunted, wrapping an arm around her waist and yanking her tight to his massive flank. She gagged a bit on his body odor, but quickly threw on another grin to cover his discomfort and squeezed him back. The two turned to Jack, who looked about to throw up. \n “Well, alrightie, if you say so,” Frank said. Then, to Jack, “Your wife seems eager to get to livin her new life with me. So… if you don’t mind, I’m gonna take her back.\n Jack stared at them both, but said nothing as Frank walked Jessica into the trailer, shutting the door behind them. \n———\n Jessica gagged the moment she walked into the sorry excuse for a trailer that Frank called home. The place was a rundown pigsty! Ancient carpet molded across sagging floorboards, trash and rotting food dotted the living room, and piles of DVDs outside of their cases made mountains against the walls. There was a single stuffed chair in the middle of the living area, stained and sagging, and an old tube television sat on the floor with a VHS and DVD player hooked up. The stench of shit and piss joined the smell of stale and rotting food that hung in the air, mixing with Frank’s body odor to make something that was completely unique in the most disgusting way possible. Jess had never smelt something so vile, and until that moment, couldn’t comprehend that it was possible.\n She turned towards her government mandated mate and fought her instincts to run right out of there. He was grinning at her with an expression that screamed ‘rape’, and if she were being honest with herself, it was: government mandated rape was still rape.\n But, it had to be done.\n “So…” she said after a moment’s silence. “It’s a nice place you have here.”\n Frank’s grin didn’t fade. “Mhmn.”\n When it was clear he wasn’t going to say anything, she tried again. “Lots of… DVDs you have. Big luxury nowadays. We were lucky enough to keep our collection from before the war, but I heard one of these things goes for two days rations for the better shows and movies.”\n The pig nodded. “Ownin’ so much farm and food has its upside. I getta hire out all the homeless schmucks to run my farm and do my work, an I use all the money I get from the government to buy up nice stuff for myself. Got a poker table comin in soon, actually.”\n Jessica frowned a little. “Hire out the homeless? Doesn’t the Council give them jobs, then pay them out of the budget?”\n Frank smirked. “Yep, smart girl, aintcha? Government pays laborers to do all my shit for me, so it ain’t comin out of my pocket. I basically sit back and let the government use all my shit, an in return, they make me filthy stinkin rich.”\n Jessica nodded, but she didn’t know what to say. Anything that might come out of her mouth now would only be negative, cursing him out for taking advantage of his community in a time of need, or for basically defrauding the one bastion of civilization they had left in the area. But that was the simple reality everyone had to deal with; some of the profiteers of the war simply weren’t the best people, and Frank was a prime example of that. \n Besides, regardless of her opinion of Frank, she had a job to do.\n “So…” she said again, “we both know why I’m here. Why don’t we-”\n “Damn right I know why yer here, slave,” Frank interrupted. Jessica let out a yelp of surprise as the pig grabbed her by her dress’ strap and began to tear her out of her clothes, caring little for the shredded ribbons that fell to his feet. It took all she had to resist her instinct to fight back, and soon Jessica was standing naked on the ratty carpet floor, covering her breasts with her arms as she shivered in the air. Frank looked her up and down her with his beady black eyes.\n “Hmn… yer fine stock alright, needs a little work.” Before she could ask what he meant, Frank took out a cloth tape measure from a pile of junk behind him and began to measure her body in as fine as detail as he could manage. Thigh size, calves, her waist and bust, he recorded it all, muttering to himself the whole time. Then he had her step on a scale and noted the number with a shake of his head. \n “C cup, barely a hundred twenty pounds, flat belly… what am I gonna do with ya?”\n Jessica resisted the impulse to snap at him. Most women would kill for measurements like that, and most men dreamed of a girl her size and shape. Instead she cat walked forward, leaning on his chest and running a finger down his belly. “I know what you can do with me... “ she simpered with a lick of her lips.\n Frank glared down at her. “Absolutely fuckin nothin, that’s what.”\n “E-Ex...excuse me?” Jessica stuttered as she stepped back. \n “You fuckin heard me three days ago, I don’t fuck women like you. Yer a twig, I’d fuckin kill ya if I tried! I like fat girls, and lady, you ain’t.”\n Jessica burned red. That was the last straw. “Now listen here, you fat fucker. We made the best of a terrible situation in allowing you to have me. We held up our end of the deal, so you gotta hold up yours! You know it repulses me on every level to have to fuck you, but I’m gonna do it, and swear to God, if you don’t take your cock out right now and slam it up my cunt, I’m gonna- mmff!’\n Evidently tired of hearing her speak, Frank had shoved his hand over her mouth. “Alrigh’, you want me to fuck you? Yer gonna have to work for it, and step one is shutting the fuck up! You’re my slave, remember, and slaves fuckin know their place.” He stared down harshly at her. “Now, I’m gonna move my hand, and yer gonna shut up. Understand?” \n Tearfully, Jessica nodded, and after a moment Frank moved his hand away. True to her word, Jess didn’t speak.\n “There we go,” Frank grunted. “Now, if we gonna fuck, you gotta look the park. I don’t stick my dick in no twig, so you’re gonna have to fatten up. So we’re going to - hey! Shut yer trap.” Jessica, who had been about to protest, fell silent.\n The pig sighed and shook his head. “Fine. I’ll just show yas.” He grabbed Jess by her hair, yanking her into the kitchen behind him. She squealed in pain but followed obediently, and what she found was a veritable feast waiting for her. Cakes, meats, sweets of all kinds - the pure decadence present in this one room was more than Jack could afford even had he sold the family’s entire estate. Food was at a premium, sugar especially, and though she was disgusted with the situation, Jessica had to admit, it did look good. She swallowed drool she hadn’t realized was filling her mouth. \n “Fair sight better than that slop Jack feeds ya,” gloated Frank.\n Jessica flushed a deep red. “T-That’s… Jack provides just fine!” They both were right; Jack brought home plenty enough to feed the family, but Frank’s horde blew Jessica’s husband out of the water. Not that she would ever let him know that.\n Frank, on his part, just rolled his eyes. “Well, anyways, if yer gonna be my mate, ya gotta gain some weight.” He grinned at his own accidental rhyme. “So eat up.”\n She sat down at the small card table next to her, looking at the feast surrounding her. It was all so good looking, so delicious, and all for her… and for the first time in ages, she began to eat without guilt. Sickly sweet cake was washed down with fresh, juicy mutton was washed down with milk, real milk! Not that powdered shit that the family pretended was just as good. Scones, doughnuts, pastries, she had a bite of everything she could manage, but despite her greed, she soon found herself full. The feast was barely touched, and Frank looked irritated.\n “Well?” he asked after she caught her breath, “you gonna finish up?”\n Jessica shook his head, gagging a little. “I… I’m really, really grateful for the food, Frank-”\n “Master,” Frank corrected her gravely.\n “Master,” she repeated. “I’m really grateful for all this, but… it’s just too much. I can’t eat all of this, why don’t you help me?”\n Frank glowered. “I made this shit for you, an you are gonna eat it all. Got it?”\n Jessica looked at the feast again and gagged at the thought of continuing. “Maybe…. Maybe I could bring Elise and Jack over, and we can all-”\n “Fuckin bitch!” Frank snapped, “I said to eat it, so you’re going to eat it!”\n Without waiting for a reply, Frank grabbed the back of Jessica’s head and slammed it into the cake in front of her. He brought up her up, covered in frosting, and as she opened her mouth to scream, he shoveled handful after handful of cake into her mouth. When she refused to swallow, he just covered her nose and mouth until she was forced to. They went through the whole cake like that, and it wasn’t long before the platter in front of her was completely clean. Jessica clutched her formerly flat stomach, which had a small bulge now, and groaned. Her eyes rolled up and her mouth lolled open as she struggled to deal with being stuffed so thoroughly, and Frank took the opportunity to continue. \n She went through the whole feast that way, force fed it all bit by bit. It reached the point where she couldn’t resist any longer, and all she could do was hold her ever expanding belly and groan in discomfort. Before long it had grown into a lump, a basketball, and then a bonafide pouch which lay on her lap, hiding her bush entirely as her smooth, porcelain skin struggled to accommodate the sudden stretching.\n The feeding continued on and on, longer than Jessica would have thought possible, and all the flavors melded into one, continual sensation of disgust. Sugar from sweets mixed with fat from the meats to lubricate her throat, and, realizing this, Frank stopped pausing to force her to swallow and began simply pushing more and more into her mouth with no respite. Unable to summon the strength to even close her mouth, the food slid down her throat as more was shoved into her maw, continually stuffing it into her ever expanding belly. She had barely enough oxygen to stay conscious, and her entire world faded into a fuzzy realm of food, pain, and nothing else. \n The time came when there was less and less food for Frank to shove down her throat, and the gaps between handfuls of slop shoved into her mouth grew longer and longer. Respites from eating meant more time to breathe, and by the time Frank shoved the very last chicken breast down her gullet, Jessica returned to full consciousness, entirely aware of what had just happened.\n Jessica looked around as if a victim of shock, eyes seeing but not fully registering what had happened. She couldn’t feel, she couldn’t smell or hear, she could only see Frank gloating above her, and the empty table in front of her. Looking down, her bloated, distended belly pushing the table away was unignorable evidence of her forced gluttony. \nA moment passed for her to recover, and then her sensations all came back at once, like slamming into a wall. The smell of warm meat hit her nose and sent her into a nauseous haze, and the sound of all the food gurgling in her belly didn’t help matters. She wanted to gag, but her throat had been reamed by the sheer amount of unchewed food that had been forced down it, and she found she had nearly no control over her own gullet. Then, her feeling returned; sharp pangs wracked her belly as it screamed at being stuffed so full, followed soon by what felt like sharp, stabbing pains as her skin struggled to stretch into its new position. Angry red fissures appeared all across her stomach like there was an earthquake in her body, and Jessica clutched at herself, barely able to handle the pain. \n Unable to stand it any longer, Jessica let out a guttural scream of pain, doubling over the best she could as she burst into tears. It was all too much for her, and she fell to the floor, groaning, whimpering, and crying in pure misery.\n Above her, Frank chuckled to himself. “Gotta get used to it, sow,” he said casually. “Gotta fatten you up, and this is the best way to do it! Still a skinny bitch, but at least your belly is starting to fit in.”\n———\n Days passed, and the two soon settled into a routine. They would wake up, Jessica as far away from Frank on the bed as possible, and Jessica would immediately get out of bed to start breakfast. Frank would amble out twenty minutes later, eat, and leave for most of the day. Then, at night, he would return for dinner: he’d eat, force her to eat more than she was comfortable with, and then he’d settle down on his chair to watch yet another season of Friends. Jessica would beg him to fuck her, he’d turn her down, and she’d turn into bed with a huff.\n Frank was quickly becoming irritated with Jessica’s incessant whining, however, and one day when she asked, he just grunted.\n Jessica paused, surprised to have not been told ‘no’, at least not yet. She knew better than to press the matter, so she settled down by his feet, ostensibly to watch Friends with him. Really she couldn’t concentrate on the show; she was more caught up in wondering what Frank had meant by the grunt, and besides, she couldn’t stand the show even when it was on the air. Too simple, too formulaic. She was a fan of soaps, of which Frank had rather few. \n They watched three episodes together, and the longer she sat there, the more she dispaired of ever convincing Frank to fuck her. The fact that she was so desperate to get fucked disgusted her, especially by someone so vile, but for her family, she would do anything. Jessica had almost reached the point of giving up and going to bed, when Frank grunted again.\n She looked up. “What was that?”\n Frank looked down at her. “Didn’t say nuthin.” At the disappointed look on her face, though, he grinned. He was well aware of the power he had over her. Truth was, he didn’t plan on fucking her until she looked like his dream girl… but at some point, a mouth is a mouth, isn’t it? And as long as he didn’t knock her up, there wouldn’t really be any issues. It had been so long since he’d had something other than his hand get him off as well, so perhaps…\n “Well, fine,” he grunted.\n Jessica perked up.\n “I ain’t gonna fuck you… but we can work up to it, kay? For now we can start with a blowjob. But it better be damn good, y’hear? Or I ain’t touchin ya for another month.”\n Jess squealed with excitement, then caught herself. Was she really so excited to give a blowjob? She wouldn’t even do that for Jack! But… it was for her family, and it meant that she was that much closer to getting fucked and getting out of this place. \n Closing her eyes a moment to prepare herself, she crawled in front of the slovenly pig and tugged down his filthy slacks, gagging at the wet, slick feeling it had. She knew he never changed it, and didn’t want to even think of what that wet feeling was. Hopefully his cock would be clean enough.\n Unfortunately, she was wrong.\n As his pants dropped to his ankles, Jessica looked down at the tool she had to work with today and gagged. Frank had long been mocked as more pig than man, especially with the changes the radiation had wrought on him, but she had no idea it extended this far! Instead of a nice, thick human cock for her to pleasure, Frank was sporting a fat, corkscrewed pig cock instead. It wasn’t as long and thin as real pig cock, but it tapered rather quickly, and so while the base of it was a few inches thick, the top of it was rather manageable.\n That wasn’t why she gagged, though; it was a shock to see a pig cock instead of a human one, but in the end it wasn’t that big a deal, and if she thought about it, she really shouldn’t have been so surprised. After all, his hands looked more like trotters at this point, his skin was pink, and he had a curly pink tail. Why wouldn’t his cock follow suit? No, the reason she gagged was what accompanied the cock: a thick, goopy layer of yellow-white smegma. \n The smell hit her just after the sight did, and she really had to struggle not to vomit right there. It was rancid, the cumulation of several years worth of cum, piss and God knows what else, all congealed and rotted against his fleshy member. She had never tasted smeg, but she knew it wouldn’t be any better than the smell or sight.\n Frank looked down at her with a half-grin. “What, not good enough for ya? You back out now, girly, you ain’t getting fucked for at least another month, remember that.”\n Jessica grimaced, but sighed and set back her shoulders, preparing herself for what she had to do. There was a duty that came with being a wife and mother, and that duty included doing anything possible for the wellbeing of your family. \n Anything, including suck off a filthy pig.\n Every part of her wanted to delay, but she knew that the quicker she began, the quicker she would finish. So, she closed her eyes, lowered herself down, and pressed the thin cock tip against her lips. Then, without warning, Frank grabbed her head and slammed her down to his base.\n The effect was immediate: she began to gag and retch at both the disgustingly greasy taste and the thick cock pushing past her throat and into her windpipe. Her mouth was stretched painfully past its limit, and he kept her there, writhing and struggling, until she finally managed to control herself. The taste and sensation hadn’t gotten any better, but she was able to stand it at least. The sloppy, creamy smegma couldn’t defeat her motherly instincts. \n Satisfied, Frank let go of her, and she began to bob her head up and down his thick tool the best she could manage. He turned back to the show, seemingly more interested in that than the gorgeous woman humiliating herself between his legs. Seeing his disinterest only infuriated Jessica more, and she began to suck him more and more thoroughly, desperate to get a reaction from him.\n In truth, he was in a world of pleasure, and was barely able to comprehend what was going on in the show. He knew the longer that he faked disinterest, however, the better it would get, and so for twenty long minutes, Jessica did everything she could to debase herself for his pleasure. She slurped up and down the shaft, smothering her face in its smeg. She slurped and kissed at his balls between deepthroating sessions, and when she bottomed out on his shaft, her tongue shot out to bathe them as well. She moaned like she saw in the pornos, she massaged his taint, she even got to the point where she didn’t gag whatsoever when she reached the base. \n Finally, cracks appeared in Frank’s facade. He began to squirm a bit, glance down at her once in a while. Encouraged, Jessica increased her efforts, slavering ever more eagerly to bring him to climax. It wasn’t just about her family at this point; her pride dictated that her efforts to pleasure him be validated. Finally he threw away all pretense and held her head still. Then, with a grunt, he began to fuck her throat like he would an ass, grunting and whimpering through it all. Jessica took it like a champ, staying motionless and pliant like a skilled prostitute, until finally, he let out one final groan and his cock spasmed, exploding torrents after torrents of nasty pig cum into her belly. For the first time in a while, Jessica felt full again, and Frank pulled her off his shaft, dropping her to the floor.\n She lay there, panting a while. Her makeup was destroyed, her mouth wouldn’t quite close, and thick smeg coated her lips, chin, cheek, and even drooled out of her nose. He looked down at her, then grinned a bit. \n “Good job, slut. Go clean up.”", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Post Porkpocalypse
“Honey, the mail is here! You have a letter from The Council, do you want me to open it?”
        Jack set his newspaper on the kitchen table. “Well honey, that depends. Which Council is it from?”
        He didn’t have to see his wife in the foyer to know she rolled his eyes at his tired joke. “You know damn well what Council I’m talking about, there’s only one left.”
        One council, one government. After the bombs fell, all communication stopped, and the only governments with any authority was the local ones that formed. Jack knew that there were other Councils out there, and hell, there was a United States government still in operation someplace in Maryland, but in his little area of Appalachia, the only one that mattered was the one that ruled them.
        It might be a bit too much to say ruled: Jack had as much as a vote on major issues as anyone else, and as an influential member of the community, he had quite the sway with individual councilmembers. But, as he quickly learned after a disagreement on rations, the Council as a whole did not take well to disobedience, and it defined even the smallest infraction as ‘disobedience’. It was hard to remember that, technically speaking, this was a democratically elected government. After all, the people they’d elected were the ones who controlled the food, water, and materials. Who else were they going to vote in?
        Before he could cook up another groan-worthy joke to annoy Jessica with, she strode into the room and tossed the package on the end table. Her eyes fell on the newspaper Jack had hurriedly tried to hide on her arrival, and the corners of her mouth twitched down.
“What have I told you about reading that thing?” she said with a sigh. “The newspapers don’t exist anymore. You’re just making yourself sad reading them.”
Jack bit his lip. He didn’t really want to argue about that old topic again, so instead he picked up the letter, opening it up with his pocket knife. Jessica sat on the arm of the couch to watch, crossing her leg like she’d been taught to growing up. Just because it was the apocalypse didn’t mean she would sit like a regular slob.
“Do you know where our Elise is?” Jessica said, “I haven’t seen her today.”
“Ellie is out teaching the children up town, remember? It’s Tuesday, her day.”
        Jessica’s lips thinned. “Teaching children, or making children?”
        Jack slapped the now open letter down in exasperation. “Oh, come on Jess! You know she couldn’t leave the school to go gallivanting with some guy, they’ve got guards keeping her in until it’s time to leave. Besides, what if she were? She’s just turned eighteen, she just had her whole future taken from her! No college, her boyfriend is probably dead. Why not let her have some fun?”
        His wife’s eyes burned cold fire. “Have some fun, sure. But sex? Out of wedlock? I will not be grandmother to some fatherless bastard, and repopulation rules be damned, I’ll figure out a way to get rid of the problem if she does!”
        Jack met Jessica’s glare with his own, but as usual, he was the one to back down. It was a difficult subject, and he knew how his wife could be uptight. But, for all her focus on the proper way to do things, he knew that she’d eventually soften if Elise did get pregnant, and so there was no point in having yet another argument.
        He looked for an out from the subject, and yet again found it in the letter. He picked it up and unfolded it, noting with slight surprise that it was typed, not written. With the lack of ink and working computers after the bombs, the Council had decided to only use them for important, official communications. The fact that this wasn’t a secretary’s handwriting meant that whatever was inside wasn’t to be ignored.
Jessica had noticed too; their latest argument already forgotten, she settled into her husband’s lap and peered at the crisp lettering.
“...well?” she asked finally. “What is it?”
Jack’s frown deepened as he scanned the letter, and before he’d finished the second paragraph, he folded it up and set it aside. “I think it’s best we wait for Ellie to get home before we read it,” he said. “It has to do with her.”
————
        The sun had nearly set by the time Elise came home, but neither of her parents were worried about the dusk being too dark. During the day, the sky was a solemn, steady grey that only let just enough light through to allow stunted crops to grow. When the sun was at the horizon, however, the dull grey exploded into a brilliant purple hue, and if it weren’t for the strange light on everything, it was bright enough that one could delude themselves that it was just a fine, sunny day.
It was something to do with the radiation in the atmosphere, Jack had remembered reading before the internet went offline for good, but it never bothered him much. Everyone was poisoned, he knew, and some were beginning to show the effects in strange ways. With all that considered, why not just enjoy the one good product of the uranium clouds in the atmosphere?
        “Hello, Daddy!” Elise’s voice rang out in sing-song staccato as she came up the winding path to join her parents on the front porch. She took her perch between the two as usual, holding her father’s hand while resting her head on her mother’s. “Do you wanna hear how school went today?”
        Without waiting for a reply, she launched into a detailed report on every single thing that had happened with her children at preschool, from one child learning a new word to another simply eating a worm. Jack shot Jess an amused grin over Elise’s head, but he couldn’t hide a tinge of sadness. His wife was anxious over what was in the letter, especially since Jack wouldn’t tell her, but the truth was so heartbreaking for Jack that he just couldn’t bring himself to say before it was time to break the news.
        Elise was matched up with a mate for the year.
        After the dust had settled and some semblance of government began to form, the higher ups quickly realized that while their little area of appalachia had the food, land, resources and factories to rebuild some semblance of civilization, distributed evenly between the suburbs, rural and city areas they could control, there simply wasn’t enough living bodies left to take advantage of it all. Most of the men of working age had been conscripted into the war and died, and most of those who were left were the underage and those too old to be deemed useful to the US Military.
        After some discussion and a brief debate, the Council had decided, in their infinite wisdom, to institute a breeding program. Every childless woman of breeding age were to be assigned a fertile male to to be bred to, with the expectation that the woman would be at the very least impregnated within the year. This was to happen until a woman had produced five children, with a new mate each time to improve the gene pool. If the woman failed to be impregnated within a year, or if her family tried to circumvent the rules, the punishment was as simple as it was severe: offending males would be sent to hard labor camps, and offending females would be sent to the breeding factories. The chances of either sex returning to normal life after their ten year sentence was slim. Jessica was exempt from the program, as she’d already had a child; Elise, having just turned eighteen, was not.
        They’d been expecting the news for some time, but the couple had always figured they could pull the strings with the Council and get Elise matched with a mate suitable to Jessica. If a wedding was out of the picture, after all, she still wanted her grandchildren to have good genes. Jack had actually planned to go down the following week to see what he could do; evidently, he had put it off for too long. He knew full well that he’d get an earful for it, but there was little he could do at this point. All that was left now was to see who the match was, and hope for the best. For that, he wanted the whole family to find out together.
        Jessica was sharp, and could sense Jack’s trepidation as clear as day. Though she kept talking for a while, Elise wasn’t dense either, and soon she trailed off in the middle of an anecodte to give her father a queer look.
        “...hey, Daddy?” she said.
        Jack bit his lip and stared out at the sunset, attempting to set the memory in stone. He knew that, just as the day the bombs fell was the last day of her future, that today would be the last day of her innocence.
        He swallowed hard. “Yeah, sweety?”
        “What’s wrong?”
        Silence fell for a long moment. Jack met Jessica’s gaze and held it.
        “...honey, why don’t you go for a walk? Your mother and I have a letter to read.”
———
        Jessica took her seat on the couch, but Jack stood in front of her rather than join. He found it difficult to sit when he was so anxious. Every instinct in him told him to simply ignore the letter, throw the source of anxiety away and pretend that nothing had happened. That wasn’t a realistic prospect, however, and Jessica was sitting there impatiently. So, he opened the folded paper and began to read out loud, skipping the flowery, self-congratulatory language as much as he could.
        As he worked his way through the first half of the letter, Jessica began to look more and more irritated as she realized what this was about. They hadn’t came out and said it, but if the letter was talking about the success of the breeding program and involved Elise, what else could it be? Finally, Jack reached the line that solidified their daughter’s fate. “Elise Parker, the Council has called upon you to do your duty to your government and your race. You will be given one year to become pregnant, or else be sent to the breeding factory in order to more fully serve your fellow humans.”
        He paused there, looking up to gauge her reaction. Jessica wasted no time in making her opinion known.
        “See, Jack? What did I tell you? You should have gone up there when I ordered you to and had a word with the council. Now our darling Elise is going to be matched up with who knows what, and my first grandchild might be a freak!” Though she did her best to look calm, the slowly increasing tenor of her voice betrayed her discontent.
        Her husband raised his hands in the air, stepping back from the force of the accusations. “Look, look, honey, I’m sure it’ll be fine! Everyone has to go through this, and Elise is no exception. You’re right that I should have gone up, but even if I did, what makes you think the Council would have listened to me? I’m just a guy, no more important than anyone else.”
        Jessica, who had begun to get past her irritation, shot up to her feet. “Bullshit!” she said. “You know that’s bullshit. You’re Jack Harvard! You supplied the council with the material for their first hall. Hell, you designed their first hall, and the two after that, and damn near everything that’s been built in the last few years. No influence with the Council? You should be on it! And they damn well know that, but just because you live further away and didn’t lose anything in the blast, they won’t even-”
        “It will be fine!”
        Jack’s raised but steady voice cut straight through Jessica’s righteous fury. She looked at him as if he’d grown a second head. Elise, however, was not perturbed.
        “Jessica, darling. It will be fine,” he said again. “I mean… you’re right. It would have been great to pick who our daughter’s first mate was. The fact that we can’t, however, is an inconvenience, not a tragedy. It just means we’re going to go through the same process everyone else in the community goes through, and we’re going to have to deal with it just like everyone else. It’s fine, Jess, it really is.”
        Jack let his words hang in the air, and the longer Jessica considered them, the more deflated she became. Finally, she heaved a small sigh and sagged back into the cushions.
        “I mean… I suppose you’re right, Jack. Everyone goes through it, and Elise has always been excited to have children, so it won’t be so bad. I guess the Council is mandating a four child minimum anyways, so even if this one doesn’t turn out, we have three more tries.” She glared up at her husband, continuing with an edge in her voice. “And you’re going to the Council next time to set something up. You know why you’re really not on the Council? Everyone thinks you’re a pushover with no spine.” She saw Jack stiffen and realized she’d been a bit too harsh — but what could she say? It was true, and everyone knew it.
        The part left unsaid, however, was that everyone viewed Jack as a pushover due to his wife’s domineering ways.
        Eager for an escape from yet another uncomfortable subject, Jack again turned to the letter. “Well, let’s read on and see who our Elise is going to be paired with, shall we?”
        His wife nodded her assent, and Jack pushed on. “Great duty, blah blah, rebuild our nation, uh… ah! Here it is. ‘It is our great privilege to inform you that your assigned breeding mate is Frank Delaway.”
        The husband and wife stiffened. The name, that putrid name hung in the air for a good minute before Jessica burst out in tears, and from there the fighting started.
        Though they knew it was possible, neither Jack nor Jessica had even considered the possibility that Elise would be assigned to mate with their brutish neighbor. Even before the war the farmer had been slobby to the point of being uncomfortable to be around, but something in him had… changed, after the bombs fell. Perhaps due to his already slobbish nature, Frank had ballooned out in size and his skin had turned pink. His large nose swelled into an even larger snout, and though no one could confirm it, rumor was that Frank’s cock had transformed from a normal human one into something pink and corkscrewed. To be put bluntly, Frank had became the pig he always was.
        After they’d gotten the arguing out of the way, with each blaming each other for their bad luck, Jack and Jessica realized that they had to think fast if they were going to save their daughter. Handing Elise over to a barely-human pig monster was out of the question, but what could they do? Frank would have gotten the letter at the same time as them, so they could expect a visit about in the next few days. There was always the option of refusing, but that would get Frank and Jessica sent to hard labor camps while Elise was sent to a breeding factory. There was little hope of getting the match changed at this point, but there was a third option… though Jack and Jess hated the idea, it was much better than losing their daughter, and all they needed was Frank’s cooperation.
————
        Three days after the order arrived, a beat-up pickup pulled up their cracked driveway, its front end sagging down under the weight of its occupant. Jack and Jessica were waiting on the porch, dreading his arrival but at the same time eager to get it over with. He pulled  into their turnaround, and after a few minutes of idling, he turned off the vehicle and squeezed himself out.
        Frank was a sight to behold. He was always on the tall side before, and after the radiation had done its work on him, he had grown to a stately six feet and three inches tall. He needed all that extra frame: along with the extra bone, he’d also packed on a lot of extra weight. He must have gained a hundred pounds since last Jack had seen him, and the pink porker resembled more a blob of mass than anything vaguely human shaped. Only a shelf of a lardass and two gigantic moobs lended any semblence of humanity to his torso. He wore nothing but greasy, stained overalls that struggled to hold in his heft, and Jack shuddered to guess at what those stains exactly were.
The pig eventually made it to the stairs, panting from the effort. “Jack!” he cried out, raising a hand in greeting. “Nice to see you!”
Jack struggled to put on a smile. “The… pleasure’s all mine, Frank.”
After a few more moments of recovery, Frank straightened up and looked Jack dead in the eye. “I suspect you’re knowing why I’m here, Jack?”
Jack nodded grimly.
“Good! Well, I’ll be collecting my Elise an be on my way, you’ll get her back in a year. If she don’t get sent to the breeding factory!” He broke out into phlegmy guffaws, and the husband and wife both struggled not to gag at the sound.
        “Well… about that,” Jack began tentatively.
        Frank’s laughter stopped abruptly. “Now, Jack,” he said in a low growl, “I wouldn’t dream of thinking that a fine, upstanding citizen such as yourself would be considering denying me what the community leaders have ordained. That’s not what you’re about to try and tell me, is it? Because that would be a bad idea for your whole family.” Apparently, the pig had, correctly guessed at the possibility that Jack would find Frank too nasty for his daughter.
        “Frank, just… just hear me out, okay? I’m not going to deny you your due, the Council promised you a breeding mate, and you’re going to get her. Just… let’s talk. Please.”
        Frank’s beady eyes wandered over to Jessica. “...let’s go inside, yeah?”
————
A cloud of smoke from Frank’s cigar hung in the air, accentuated by the bright chandelier hanging over the dining room table. Jessica and Jack sat on the edge of their seats as the pig chewed on his cigar.
        “Yer steppin in a lot of shit, goin against the council like this, Jack. What makes you think I ain’t gonna report you the second I step out this room?” Frank’s tone was even, but he didn’t need to sound menacing for the threat in his words to be clear. Jack paled some, but cleared his throat.
        “L-Look, Frank,” he began, but the pig waved his hand.
        “Shut yer yapper and lemme think,” he growled. Jack closed his mouth and looked at Jessica nervously.
        The silence was killing them, and the pig knew it. Personally, he didn’t really care whether he got Elise or not, just that he got someone at all. He was just letting them sit in silence to really rub in the fact that, the second they’d thought of trading the daughter for the wife, they’d committed treason against the Council, which meant Frank held all the power in this deal.
        His beady eyes undressed Jessica as he pretended to consider, which had the intended effect of making Jack rage on the inside. The pig could see him struggle to keep it in, and only his wife’s steadying hand kept him from bursting to his feet and assaulting Frank. It must be hard, giving away your wife to save your daughter, but Frank had no sympathy. Only desire.
        “...I suppose I could take Jessica instead of Elise,” Frank said. He paused long enough to see the relief wash over the couple and the color come back to their faces before continuing, “on one condition.”
        The tension returned. “...what’s the condition?” ventured Jack softly.
        “Yer wife is my slave until she gives birth.” Jack’s eyes flew wide, and Jessica gasped. The rage in her was palpable. “Til she pumps out a few piglets, she’s my slave, none of them rights, nothin. She does what I say when I say it, I treat her how I want, and when she’s gotten preggo and had the baby, you get her back.’
        Jack could barely open his mouth before his wife cut in. “What the fuck? No, fuck no! This isn’t part of what we talked about, get out! Get the fuck out!” Frank merely lifted his eyebrows, knowing that they couldn’t actually kick him out. He had all the power in this relationship, after all. “Why the fuck would I be a slave to someone like you? Why, I have half a mind to-”
        Finally Jack sprang up, pulling his wife away from Frank and pulling her into his arms. “Honey, honey!” he said, “Honey, I get it, shh, I get it, this is… this is not what we wanted. But think of your daughter. Think of Elise!Please, do it for her. It’s worth it, do it for her.”
Jack’s calm, yet firm tone, combined with the appeal to her motherly instincts finally calmed Jessica down, but what finally made her agree was the realization that they really couldn’t say no. Even if they just gave him Elise at this point, he could go to the council and tell them what they’d planned, and the family would be ripped apart for sure. Finally Jessica sat down, looking sullenly at the wooden table. She’d polished it that morning.
Frank let the silence settle a while before standing up. “I’ll be ‘round tomorrow to collect her. Fuck her one last time, Jackie boy, cuz when I give her back, she ain’t gonna be the same.”
The pig waddled his way out, but paused at the door. “An’ Jess, baby?”
Jessica looked up. “Yer hot, I ain’t gonna lie, but you ain’t the type of woman I fuck. I prefer fatter women.”
And with that he left, slamming the door behind him. Jessica and Jack sat at the table, silent. It was their last night as a family for at least a year… but what else was there to say?
———
        Frank waited three whole days before he came to collect his prize. He must have known the anxiety he was causing the family by waiting, making them wonder if he’d gone to the authorities instead of following through on their deal. Perhaps the wait was on purpose, as a revenge for them substituting Jack’s daughter for his wife. Perhaps he waited so that the first emotion they’d associate with his arrival would be relief, rather than fresh anger for having to accommodate him the first place. After all, despite the Council’s civilizing influences, it wasn’t unheard of for entire families to be murdered out of spite, and Frank had to know that no one would mourn his loss if he mysteriously disappeared one day.  
        Or, perhaps, it was simply to get things ready. Jack had expected to hear the rattle of Frank’s trashed truck crawling up the driveway; instead, a dull roar was what sent him running to the window. Squinting into the horizon, Jack could see a nearly new F150 struggling to make its way up the cracked and crumbling pavement, lugging behind it… a doublewide trailer? He swore and ran out onto the porch as Frank swung by to the side lot and stepped out of his truck, leaving it idling and belching coal-black smoke.
        “Jacky boy!” Frank cried out, as if greeting an old friend. He offered Jack his hand, which Jack took after a moment’s hesitation.
        “...F-Frank. Do you, uh, often bring your house with you places?” Jack said timidly, eyes glancing over Frank’s shoulder to the trailer looming behind them.
        Frank’s chuckled. “Always a joker, aren’t we, Jack? I’m sure you didn’t think I’d be taking my new breeding mate so far away from her family, did you? I’m settling on down here for the year!” At Jack’s obvious discomfort, Frank’s grin grew wider. “What, you ain’t uncomfortable with our little arrangement, are ya? You ain’t thinkin’ bout… telling the Council I’m settling on your land… are ya?”
        Jack’s heart sank. He didn’t need Frank’s poorly disguised threats to know he had no more say in what happened to his property, not for the next year. “Of… of course not. I’m happy to have you, Frank, as a guest while we work on our, uh, deal. I don’t wanna be too far from my wife anyways.”
        The pig didn’t answer, letting the silence hang in the air for just a moment too long before coughing. “Well… anyways, Jack, I won’t bother ya too long. Tomorrow I’ll actually lower ‘er down an’ get her sitting on the ground, but for now, I’d like to claim my right and take your wife down to live with me in the trailer. You’ll see her tomorrow, prolly. Where is she?”
        Though the temptation for Jack to simply deny Frank his request was strong, he didn’t have to fight it at all; Jessica had been listening from her bedroom window, and by the time Frank asked for her, she was already out on the porch. She wore the tightest dress she had, one she knew would accentuate her curves; it was obvious she was trying to get fucked and get this over with. Despite the smile she wore, her body language betrayed the hatred she had for this whole arrangement.
        Frank’s eyes undressed her, and he grunted, unimpressed. “Yeah, there ya are, Jess… ready to  start your new life?”
        “For a year,” Jack cut in firmly.
        “Yeah…” Frank’s upper lip curled as he stared Jack down. “For a year.”
        The two men glared at each other, but while Jessica was happy to see her husband growing a backbone, she had a duty. She cleared her throat, adjusted herself, and did her best to give Frank a sultry grin. “Come on,” she said as she stepped down off the porch and into Frank’s arms, “let’s go… get to know each other, shall we?”
        Frank grinned and grunted, wrapping an arm around her waist and yanking her tight to his massive flank. She gagged a bit on his body odor, but quickly threw on another grin to cover his discomfort and squeezed him back. The two turned to Jack, who looked about to throw up.
        “Well, alrightie, if you say so,” Frank said. Then, to Jack, “Your wife seems eager to get to livin her new life with me. So… if you don’t mind, I’m gonna take her back.
        Jack stared at them both, but said nothing as Frank walked Jessica into the trailer, shutting the door behind them.
———
        Jessica gagged the moment she walked into the sorry excuse for a trailer that Frank called home. The place was a rundown pigsty! Ancient carpet molded across sagging floorboards, trash and rotting food dotted the living room, and piles of DVDs outside of their cases made mountains against the walls. There was a single stuffed chair in the middle of the living area, stained and sagging, and an old tube television sat on the floor with a VHS and DVD player hooked up. The stench of shit and piss joined the smell of stale and rotting food that hung in the air, mixing with Frank’s body odor to make something that was completely unique in the most disgusting way possible. Jess had never smelt something so vile, and until that moment, couldn’t comprehend that it was possible.
        She turned towards her government mandated mate and fought her instincts to run right out of there. He was grinning at her with an expression that screamed ‘rape’, and if she were being honest with herself, it was: government mandated rape was still rape.
        But, it had to be done.
        “So…” she said after a moment’s silence. “It’s a nice place you have here.”
        Frank’s grin didn’t fade. “Mhmn.”
        When it was clear he wasn’t going to say anything, she tried again. “Lots of… DVDs you have. Big luxury nowadays. We were lucky enough to keep our collection from before the war, but I heard one of these things goes for two days rations for the better shows and movies.”
        The pig nodded. “Ownin’ so much farm and food has its upside. I getta hire out all the homeless schmucks to run my farm and do my work, an I use all the money I get from the government to buy up nice stuff for myself. Got a poker table comin in soon, actually.”
        Jessica frowned a little. “Hire out the homeless? Doesn’t the Council give them jobs, then pay them out of the budget?”
        Frank smirked. “Yep, smart girl, aintcha? Government pays laborers to do all my shit for me, so it ain’t comin out of my pocket. I basically sit back and let the government use all my shit, an in return, they make me filthy stinkin rich.”
        Jessica nodded, but she didn’t know what to say. Anything that might come out of her mouth now would only be negative, cursing him out for taking advantage of his community in a time of need, or for basically defrauding the one bastion of civilization they had left in the area. But that was the simple reality everyone had to deal with; some of the profiteers of the war simply weren’t the best people, and Frank was a prime example of that.
        Besides, regardless of her opinion of Frank, she had a job to do.
        “So…” she said again, “we both know why I’m here. Why don’t we-”
        “Damn right I know why yer here, slave,” Frank interrupted. Jessica let out a yelp of surprise as the pig grabbed her by her dress’ strap and began to tear her out of her clothes, caring little for the shredded ribbons that fell to his feet. It took all she had to resist her instinct to fight back, and soon Jessica was standing naked on the ratty carpet floor, covering her breasts with her arms as she shivered in the air. Frank looked her up and down her with his beady black eyes.
        “Hmn… yer fine stock alright, needs a little work.” Before she could ask what he meant, Frank took out a cloth tape measure from a pile of junk behind him and began to measure her body in as fine as detail as he could manage. Thigh size, calves, her waist and bust, he recorded it all, muttering to himself the whole time. Then he had her step on a scale and noted the number with a shake of his head.
        “C cup, barely a hundred twenty pounds, flat belly… what am I gonna do with ya?”
        Jessica resisted the impulse to snap at him. Most women would kill for measurements like that, and most men dreamed of a girl her size and shape. Instead she cat walked forward, leaning on his chest and running a finger down his belly. “I know what you can do with me... “ she simpered with a lick of her lips.
        Frank glared down at her. “Absolutely fuckin nothin, that’s what.”
        “E-Ex...excuse me?” Jessica stuttered as she stepped back.
        “You fuckin heard me three days ago, I don’t fuck women like you. Yer a twig, I’d fuckin kill ya if I tried! I like fat girls, and lady, you ain’t.”
        Jessica burned red. That was the last straw. “Now listen here, you fat fucker. We made the best of a terrible situation in allowing you to have me. We held up our end of the deal, so you gotta hold up yours! You know it repulses me on every level to have to fuck you, but I’m gonna do it, and swear to God, if you don’t take your cock out right now and slam it up my cunt, I’m gonna- mmff!’
        Evidently tired of hearing her speak, Frank had shoved his hand over her mouth. “Alrigh’, you want me to fuck you? Yer gonna have to work for it, and step one is shutting the fuck up! You’re my slave, remember, and slaves fuckin know their place.” He stared down harshly at her. “Now, I’m gonna move my hand, and yer gonna shut up. Understand?”
        Tearfully, Jessica nodded, and after a moment Frank moved his hand away. True to her word, Jess didn’t speak.
        “There we go,” Frank grunted. “Now, if we gonna fuck, you gotta look the park. I don’t stick my dick in no twig, so you’re gonna have to fatten up. So we’re going to - hey! Shut yer trap.” Jessica, who had been about to protest, fell silent.
        The pig sighed and shook his head. “Fine. I’ll just show yas.” He grabbed Jess by her hair, yanking her into the kitchen behind him. She squealed in pain but followed obediently, and what she found was a veritable feast waiting for her. Cakes, meats, sweets of all kinds - the pure decadence present in this one room was more than Jack could afford even had he sold the family’s entire estate. Food was at a premium, sugar especially, and though she was disgusted with the situation, Jessica had to admit, it did look good. She swallowed drool she hadn’t realized was filling her mouth.
        “Fair sight better than that slop Jack feeds ya,” gloated Frank.
        Jessica flushed a deep red. “T-That’s… Jack provides just fine!” They both were right; Jack brought home plenty enough to feed the family, but Frank’s horde blew Jessica’s husband out of the water. Not that she would ever let him know that.
        Frank, on his part, just rolled his eyes. “Well, anyways, if yer gonna be my mate, ya gotta gain some weight.” He grinned at his own accidental rhyme. “So eat up.”
        She sat down at the small card table next to her, looking at the feast surrounding her. It was all so good looking, so delicious, and all for her… and for the first time in ages, she began to eat without guilt. Sickly sweet cake was washed down with fresh, juicy mutton was washed down with milk, real milk! Not that powdered shit that the family pretended was just as good. Scones, doughnuts, pastries, she had a bite of everything she could manage, but despite her greed, she soon found herself full. The feast was barely touched, and Frank looked irritated.
        “Well?” he asked after she caught her breath, “you gonna finish up?”
        Jessica shook his head, gagging a little. “I… I’m really, really grateful for the food, Frank-”
        “Master,” Frank corrected her gravely.
        “Master,” she repeated. “I’m really grateful for all this, but… it’s just too much. I can’t eat all of this, why don’t you help me?”
        Frank glowered. “I made this shit for you, an you are gonna eat it all. Got it?”
        Jessica looked at the feast again and gagged at the thought of continuing. “Maybe…. Maybe I could bring Elise and Jack over, and we can all-”
        “Fuckin bitch!” Frank snapped, “I said to eat it, so you’re going to eat it!”
        Without waiting for a reply, Frank grabbed the back of Jessica’s head and slammed it into the cake in front of her. He brought up her up, covered in frosting, and as she opened her mouth to scream, he shoveled handful after handful of cake into her mouth. When she refused to swallow, he just covered her nose and mouth until she was forced to. They went through the whole cake like that, and it wasn’t long before the platter in front of her was completely clean. Jessica clutched her formerly flat stomach, which had a small bulge now, and groaned. Her eyes rolled up and her mouth lolled open as she struggled to deal with being stuffed so thoroughly, and Frank took the opportunity to continue.
        She went through the whole feast that way, force fed it all bit by bit. It reached the point where she couldn’t resist any longer, and all she could do was hold her ever expanding belly and groan in discomfort. Before long it had grown into a lump, a basketball, and then a bonafide pouch which lay on her lap, hiding her bush entirely as her smooth, porcelain skin struggled to accommodate the sudden stretching.
        The feeding continued on and on, longer than Jessica would have thought possible, and all the flavors melded into one, continual sensation of disgust. Sugar from sweets mixed with fat from the meats to lubricate her throat, and, realizing this, Frank stopped pausing to force her to swallow and began simply pushing more and more into her mouth with no respite. Unable to summon the strength to even close her mouth, the food slid down her throat as more was shoved into her maw, continually stuffing it into her ever expanding belly. She had barely enough oxygen to stay conscious, and her entire world faded into a fuzzy realm of food, pain, and nothing else.
        The time came when there was less and less food for Frank to shove down her throat, and the gaps between handfuls of slop shoved into her mouth grew longer and longer. Respites from eating meant more time to breathe, and by the time Frank shoved the very last chicken breast down her gullet, Jessica returned to full consciousness, entirely aware of what had just happened.
        Jessica looked around as if a victim of shock, eyes seeing but not fully registering what had happened. She couldn’t feel, she couldn’t smell or hear, she could only see Frank gloating above her, and the empty table in front of her. Looking down, her bloated, distended belly pushing the table away was unignorable evidence of her forced gluttony.
A moment passed for her to recover, and then her sensations all came back at once, like slamming into a wall. The smell of warm meat hit her nose and sent her into a nauseous haze, and the sound of all the food gurgling in her belly didn’t help matters. She wanted to gag, but her throat had been reamed by the sheer amount of unchewed food that had been forced down it, and she found she had nearly no control over her own gullet. Then, her feeling returned; sharp pangs wracked her belly as it screamed at being stuffed so full, followed soon by what felt like sharp, stabbing pains as her skin struggled to stretch into its new position. Angry red fissures appeared all across her stomach like there was an earthquake in her body, and Jessica clutched at herself, barely able to handle the pain.
        Unable to stand it any longer, Jessica let out a guttural scream of pain, doubling over the best she could as she burst into tears. It was all too much for her, and she fell to the floor, groaning, whimpering, and crying in pure misery.
        Above her, Frank chuckled to himself. “Gotta get used to it, sow,” he said casually. “Gotta fatten you up, and this is the best way to do it! Still a skinny bitch, but at least your belly is starting to fit in.”
———
        Days passed, and the two soon settled into a routine. They would wake up, Jessica as far away from Frank on the bed as possible, and Jessica would immediately get out of bed to start breakfast. Frank would amble out twenty minutes later, eat, and leave for most of the day. Then, at night, he would return for dinner: he’d eat, force her to eat more than she was comfortable with, and then he’d settle down on his chair to watch yet another season of Friends. Jessica would beg him to fuck her, he’d turn her down, and she’d turn into bed with a huff.
        Frank was quickly becoming irritated with Jessica’s incessant whining, however, and one day when she asked, he just grunted.
        Jessica paused, surprised to have not been told ‘no’, at least not yet. She knew better than to press the matter, so she settled down by his feet, ostensibly to watch Friends with him. Really she couldn’t concentrate on the show; she was more caught up in wondering what Frank had meant by the grunt, and besides, she couldn’t stand the show even when it was on the air. Too simple, too formulaic. She was a fan of soaps, of which Frank had rather few.
        They watched three episodes together, and the longer she sat there, the more she dispaired of ever convincing Frank to fuck her. The fact that she was so desperate to get fucked disgusted her, especially by someone so vile, but for her family, she would do anything. Jessica had almost reached the point of giving up and going to bed, when Frank grunted again.
        She looked up. “What was that?”
        Frank looked down at her. “Didn’t say nuthin.” At the disappointed look on her face, though, he grinned. He was well aware of the power he had over her. Truth was, he didn’t plan on fucking her until she looked like his dream girl… but at some point, a mouth is a mouth, isn’t it? And as long as he didn’t knock her up, there wouldn’t really be any issues. It had been so long since he’d had something other than his hand get him off as well, so perhaps…
        “Well, fine,” he grunted.
        Jessica perked up.
        “I ain’t gonna fuck you… but we can work up to it, kay? For now we can start with a blowjob. But it better be damn good, y’hear? Or I ain’t touchin ya for another month.”
        Jess squealed with excitement, then caught herself. Was she really so excited to give a blowjob? She wouldn’t even do that for Jack! But… it was for her family, and it meant that she was that much closer to getting fucked and getting out of this place.
        Closing her eyes a moment to prepare herself, she crawled in front of the slovenly pig and tugged down his filthy slacks, gagging at the wet, slick feeling it had. She knew he never changed it, and didn’t want to even think of what that wet feeling was. Hopefully his cock would be clean enough.
        Unfortunately, she was wrong.
        As his pants dropped to his ankles, Jessica looked down at the tool she had to work with today and gagged. Frank had long been mocked as more pig than man, especially with the changes the radiation had wrought on him, but she had no idea it extended this far! Instead of a nice, thick human cock for her to pleasure, Frank was sporting a fat, corkscrewed pig cock instead. It wasn’t as long and thin as real pig cock, but it tapered rather quickly, and so while the base of it was a few inches thick, the top of it was rather manageable.
        That wasn’t why she gagged, though; it was a shock to see a pig cock instead of a human one, but in the end it wasn’t that big a deal, and if she thought about it, she really shouldn’t have been so surprised. After all, his hands looked more like trotters at this point, his skin was pink, and he had a curly pink tail. Why wouldn’t his cock follow suit? No, the reason she gagged was what accompanied the cock: a thick, goopy layer of yellow-white smegma.
        The smell hit her just after the sight did, and she really had to struggle not to vomit right there. It was rancid, the cumulation of several years worth of cum, piss and God knows what else, all congealed and rotted against his fleshy member. She had never tasted smeg, but she knew it wouldn’t be any better than the smell or sight.
        Frank looked down at her with a half-grin. “What, not good enough for ya? You back out now, girly, you ain’t getting fucked for at least another month, remember that.”
        Jessica grimaced, but sighed and set back her shoulders, preparing herself for what she had to do. There was a duty that came with being a wife and mother, and that duty included doing anything possible for the wellbeing of your family.
        Anything, including suck off a filthy pig.
        Every part of her wanted to delay, but she knew that the quicker she began, the quicker she would finish. So, she closed her eyes, lowered herself down, and pressed the thin cock tip against her lips. Then, without warning, Frank grabbed her head and slammed her down to his base.
        The effect was immediate: she began to gag and retch at both the disgustingly greasy taste and the thick cock pushing past her throat and into her windpipe. Her mouth was stretched painfully past its limit, and he kept her there, writhing and struggling, until she finally managed to control herself. The taste and sensation hadn’t gotten any better, but she was able to stand it at least. The sloppy, creamy smegma couldn’t defeat her motherly instincts.
        Satisfied, Frank let go of her, and she began to bob her head up and down his thick tool the best she could manage. He turned back to the show, seemingly more interested in that than the gorgeous woman humiliating herself between his legs. Seeing his disinterest only infuriated Jessica more, and she began to suck him more and more thoroughly, desperate to get a reaction from him.
        In truth, he was in a world of pleasure, and was barely able to comprehend what was going on in the show. He knew the longer that he faked disinterest, however, the better it would get, and so for twenty long minutes, Jessica did everything she could to debase herself for his pleasure. She slurped up and down the shaft, smothering her face in its smeg. She slurped and kissed at his balls between deepthroating sessions, and when she bottomed out on his shaft, her tongue shot out to bathe them as well. She moaned like she saw in the pornos, she massaged his taint, she even got to the point where she didn’t gag whatsoever when she reached the base.
        Finally, cracks appeared in Frank’s facade. He began to squirm a bit, glance down at her once in a while. Encouraged, Jessica increased her efforts, slavering ever more eagerly to bring him to climax. It wasn’t just about her family at this point; her pride dictated that her efforts to pleasure him be validated. Finally he threw away all pretense and held her head still. Then, with a grunt, he began to fuck her throat like he would an ass, grunting and whimpering through it all. Jessica took it like a champ, staying motionless and pliant like a skilled prostitute, until finally, he let out one final groan and his cock spasmed, exploding torrents after torrents of nasty pig cum into her belly. For the first time in a while, Jessica felt full again, and Frank pulled her off his shaft, dropping her to the floor.
        She lay there, panting a while. Her makeup was destroyed, her mouth wouldn’t quite close, and thick smeg coated her lips, chin, cheek, and even drooled out of her nose. He looked down at her, then grinned a bit.
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