As her life as a genetically altered Pet continues, Jenny finds out that playing dressups and cleaning is not all that it's MAID out to be...
(Based in the world of: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/15153160/ )

Part 1: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/16636852/
Part 2: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/16713544/
Part 3: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/16793644/

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Part 3:

"Look at you, aren't you just precious?" Jenny had heard that tone used by mothers doting on babies they had dressed up in cute little outfits. A little bit of that tone was present in Mistress' voice as she looked over her bloated, fat, wobbling dragoness pet, but it was also mixed with something else. The desire to provoke shame perhaps? She needn't try if that were the case, Jenny's cheeks burned just looking herself in the full size mirror that had been provided in her room. She let her eyes roam downwards across her body, past bosoms that would make most women jealous and across a huge gut bound tightly with fine black fabric and a frilled white apron. She felt the most ridiculous she had in her entire life and at the same time... the most pretty. She had been there when the tailor had taken her measurements, holding up the folds of her heavy, sloshing gut with disdain. The tailor had run their measuring tape over what felt like every inch of her new, jiggling body, noting the required dimensions down on a holographic notepad that followed them where-ever they went. The experience had been mortifying of course, but nothing on top of having been dragged through the mall wearing nothing but a collar, leash and an extra 100+ pounds in the first place.

And to think, Jenny though, she had once been beautiful. Even when she had made the transition from human to dragon she still fancied she was at least a little pretty. The way her scales caught the room's light and her hair flowed like water alongside her long, floppy ears. Of course that was a hundred and thirty pounds ago. It seemed like much longer.

Mistress must have caught the pensive look across her pet's face as an eyebrow quirked. "What, does my pet not approve?" The question was a challenge more than anything else. Ordinarily Jenny avoided speaking around Mistress but to ignore a direct question was to invite punishment and Mistress was /very/ creative with her punishments.

"N-not at all Mistress, I love it! It's perfect." Jenny replied, stumbling over her own words as she pressed the palms of her hands to the sides of her gut, trying to push it in. It was truly a work of art, without question the most expensive, exquisitely crafted article of clothing she had ever worn. Just a shame that to fit into it she had to be so big.

"Good." Mistress replied with a matter-of-fact tone. "Because whilst I do not care what you think about the outfit I am going to make it /very/ clear, you shall wear it until it literally falls off your disgustingly obese body." The harsh words were undermined by a soft tone and what Jenny had come to recognise as her Mistress' passion. She genuinely /did/ care about her Pets in one way or another. It's just that her particular brand of love was expressed a little different to most. Despite everything Mistress put her through, Jenny found herself grateful to have a master who allowed her to do pretty much what she wanted 90% of the time. The computer in her room was loaded up with all the latest and best games, there were drawing tools, sculpting clays. She could be as lazy, creative or productive as she desired. At least, most of the time. Mistress gave her stomach a rough slap and watched the way it jiggled bring another blush to its owner's cheeks before she turned and walked away, saying over one shoulder: "Remember, every day from noon to four PM you are to join the servants in their cleaning duties, directly after lunch."

Jenny gulped and nodded. She wouldn't be late.

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The first day Jenny cleaned the house was difficult. Cleaning itself wasn't so bad - when she was human she'd acquired more than enough experience in making sure an abode was tidy even if her apartment was substantially smaller then the grand manor in which her Mistress resided. The hard part about the job was cleaning with a huge stomach that seemed intent on slowing her down or getting in her way at every possible avenue. It was worse seeing as for lunch of the first day she had ingested over 15 pounds of cake. 15 pounds! The was more cake then some people saw in a year. She groaned and rubbed her stretched, angrily churning stomach as she hauled herself slowly up from her seat beside the food dispenser and started to pull on her clothing. Mistress had of course offered her none of the servants to help her into the elaborate outfit and so tying the various bows and pulling up her stockings would become a daily challenge that took longer to complete each time.

But getting dressed was nothing compared to trying to do the chores assigned to her with a stomach that hung so low it rubbed against her knees. Jenny learned that the majority of the other servants were humans who looked at her with the same disgust, disdain or amusement that most humans did. At least other Pets might be sympathetic to her cause. On their orders she was on her hands and knees scrubbing the floor, trying to ignore the way her stomach pushed against it and pushed her up. She would do the ironing, the dusting, the washing, for four hours she would haul her sweating, wobbling, heaving body up and down the manor to the tune of their shouted orders HOPING that she did not encounter Mistress.

It was not that Mistress was overtly cruel but whenever Jenny encountered her master in the halls of the manor she would always be given an additional task: "Go back to your dispenser and eat ten pounds of apple pie."

"Drink three litres of water."

"Empty the grease collector into your fat gullet."

Becoming and increasingly fatter, wobbling food container was only making her workload more difficult and so it was with great care that Jenny started trying to avoid Mistress. Particularly by the afternoons as when 3:30PM rolled over she was usually so stuffed to the gills she was having trouble breathing, let alone hauling her 300+ pound body across the estate.

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BEEP BEEP BEEP.

Jennifer groaned. As a human alarm clocks had never really bothered her more than they were meant to. They're a handy way of making sure you get up in the morning, making sure you get out of bed at least long enough to shut them down. She wasn't sure if it was something about the weight, her species or the alarm clock itself but ever since she'd become a dragoness she'd learned to hate the tiny little box in the corner of the room that screeched at her with its electronic bleeps to wake up. Each note as jagged and piercing as the last and at her weight getting up was starting to become a seriously time consuming process.

To the tune of the alarm clock she woke up every morning and surveyed her body, watched the way it bloated, ballooning out and softening as pudge spread in thick layers across her fattening form. Every morning her breasts were a little bigger and beyond them her stomach stretched, every morning looking a little closer to the roof than it had the one before. She noticed how her arms thickened as she rolled onto her side and clumsily looked for leverage. Her thighs and buttocks felt heavier and heavier each day, each day presenting a little more effort as she pulled them over the side of the bed and pushed herself upright. And each day her gut hung just a little further down as she sat up.

Without time to stretch whilst the alarm clock was still annoying her, Jenny waddled clumsily (as she often did when she'd just woken up) towards the machine and slammed the top of it with the palm of her hand. She longed for the day when she was heavy enough to crush it like a cockroach and relish the way it crackled and warped.

Not long after that and whilst she was stretching and working the kinks out of her increasingly fat, sausage like tail, the food dispenser would come online with the start of her daily course of meals. Since the mall Jenny had toyed more frequently with the idea of not eating but has found that the longest that she can leave food sitting there, smelling divine as it always did, was roughly ten to fifteen minutes. It took that long for her willpower to break and to give in to the incredible hunger that her heavy, churning gut seemed to possess. Today a mound of steaming, cheesy pasta was being funnelled into a suspiciously trough like eating bowl. A fork was provided but it was a tiny, dainty little thing and knowing full well she had to have a shower afterwards Jenny decided to forego manners and dig right in. She pulled up her chair (dutifully ignoring the way its metal legs groaned and squeaked beneath her plumpening frame) and started gathering huge handfuls of the pasta, bringing them up to her mouth. It felt good to be eating again.

Each handful of steaming, cheesy, delicious ravioli bulged her cheeks and she'd try to pack her mouth as full as possible before finally swallowing, relishing in the way it stretched out her throat on the way to her stomach. Bits of cheese sauce dribbled down her chins and onto her breasts but they were inconsequential when compared to the main course. The trough had to contain at least twenty pounds of food alone, enough to feed a family of hungry people. Part of her allowed herself to feel guilty, knowing that somewhere someone was starving and here she was devouring the food without a care, adding to the rollypolly, doughy mass of her obese body. Part of her knew that if she didn't eat it willingly it was without question that her Mistress would find some inventive punishment that saw the food ending up inside of her anyway. The rest of her just didn't care to think about it. It was food, glorious, thick, heavy, delicious and every bite bulged in her stomach a little more until each moment was devoted to feeling her massive scaly gut begin to stretch and bloat like an inflating waterballoon. She groaned sensually as she felt herself go past taut, go past full and hit the phase she seemed to hit every day where she would stretch her poor, tormented body. She couldn't help but paw at her own bloating gut with one cheese covered hand only to feel it push against her. This was why she got out of bed in the morning. In these few, brief minutes it didn't matter how much the added weight would slow her down during the day. In these few, brief minutes she was happy and alive in a way she'd never been before. It was worrying just how turned on she got by it.

Too quickly the trough-like bowl was empty and her snout was licking up any sauce left. She gave a satisfied belch and patted the extra weight on her stomach. Her gut was so big it was starting to push her legs aside and hang lower than her knees when she stood. Jenny wondered idly if her Mistress would feed her to immobility... would she still be expected to clean the house?

Gods, speaking of cleaning! She'd set her alarm clock late again to get more sleep (and thus hopefully more energy, it hadn't worked) and was due to report to the manor in about half an hour. Groaning the dragoness hauled herself up and waddled across to the bathroom of her little basement abode. She would have to be quick about getting dressed this morning if she was going to make it on time.

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"Ah Jenny, enjoying your little punishment are you?" Mistress asked with the tone of someone who didn't really care what the answer was.

Jenny had trouble answering. It wasn't that she was upset (although her stomach was certainly upset at /her/) but rather for the past hour or so she'd had trouble making sounds that didn't involve belching as her poor gut fought to constrict and digest the massive amount of food that had been forced into it.

"Punishment?" Another woman asked, drawing Jenny's eyes for the first time to the new person in the room. She was cleaning one of the mansion's many sitting rooms, antiquated feather duster in hand. Mistress collected a great many artefacts from around the galaxy and every sculpture, painting and holosphere apparently needed to be kept in pristine condition 24/7. She'd not known that Mistress was entertaining company when she'd waddled her way in, clutching her swollen stomach with one hand and the feather duster with the other but she knew that it would make little difference to Mistress - in fact perhaps it was orchestrated this way. The lady Mistress was entertaining was quite the a big, dark skinned lady of apparent noble standing certainly at least in the way she held herself as she and Mistress sat for afternoon tea. Big didn't begin to really describe her, everything from her breasts, her hips, her arms and her legs were large! Well shaped, round, attractive and large. She was without a doubt pudgy but she seemed to hold it with a grace that Jenny had never seen before, let alone come close to possessing.

"Yes... my fat little slug of a dragon did not report to work on time and since she had positively gorged herself on pasta not half an hour before she was due to sign in I figured it only fair that she go back for a second helping." Mistress replied boredly. Jenny gave a stifled little urp and held her stomach. She hadn't been feeling well all day. She'd not known she could pack even close to that amount of food into her poor, bloated body.

"I approve." The other lady replied with a little nod and Jenny blushed as she realised that the lady's eyes had not moved from her since she entered the room.

"I knew you would, Beth." The Mistress replied knowingly, she's seen the look as well and is happy to let it continue. "In fact, this is the girl I was talking about earlier. I'm not sure whether I want to sell her off in a month's time or just have her made into steak. Certainly she has enough meat on her."

Jenny didn't reply. The statement wasn't directed at her. She blushed again though as she realised how true the statement was. She was huge! Her whole body felt crammed into the poor outfit like a pillow three sizes too big for its case. She knew if she made one wrong move it would burst and in front of a guest? Who knew what would happen then. The idea of being turned into steak of course would have striken fear into most people but Jenny knew Mistress did not mean it. She loved her pet too much to allow her to come to such a grizzly end, even if Jenny felt she deserved it. She ate like a prize hog. She deserved to be shown off as one.

"Oh I don't know," Beth replied contemplatively, playing with a strand of silver and black hair. "I can think of several more fitting uses off the top of my head... a breeding sow, perhaps?"

Mistress chuckled. "Fitting? Perhaps but for how long? The pasta was laced with additives to cause rapid metabolism. Look at her, she's getting fatter right in front of us, the bloated cow. And I bet you fifty thousand creds that she's begging for food before the end of the day."

The dragoness groaned a little, clutching her massive, churning gut. She knew Mistress was telling the truth. She could feel it! She could feel herself getting heavier, softer. Her stomach pushed out against her hands and with a mighty RIIIIIP her poor, expensive outfit burst at the sides unleashing her massive gut and letting it roll down over her legs. Jenny could do nothing but stand and blush, horrified by her own experience. What had she become?

Beth smiled a soft, knowing smile. "I don't think that's a bet I'll win. In fact," She glanced towards Mistress, "I would very much enjoy a demonstration of your pet's eating ability." Jenny couldn't help but blush a little more.

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Option C: Mistress holds a party at the manor, Jenny is to be the entertainment. (wg, humiliation)