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The Rendering Pit is a fully illustrated visual novel style comic, following a group of students as they stumble through the galaxy’s most notorious university! Our students will be experiencing a multitude of kinks from weight gain, inflation, transformation, micro/macro, submission, domination and more! Written by the ever talented rabidbadger and illustrated by me, there’s something in The Rendering Pit for everyone!

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Genevieve turned her head, finding the pig holding up a panel of the lunch kiosk which allowed entry to the middle. The whole place was cleared out by now, no students or trays anywhere, which left the vixen just a little more confused than she already had been. Her stomach gave a little twist, anxiety starting to get the better of her – or maybe indigestion. Either way, she didn’t want to be here right now – wished she’d kept her mouth shut – but that wasn’t fixable. Genevieve’s pace was reluctant, but she joined the sow inside her little food fort.
She then started as the floor they stood on disconnected from the rest of the room and began to descend.
Fox and pig rode a segment of floor down into a dimly lit, pungent under-room. Genevieve saw automated dish washers and heavy duty cuisine fabricators all working overtime – and one other thing. The trays were all being scraped free of leftover food before going into the wash, and the leftovers were landing on a small circular conveyor belt / buffet contraption.
Genevieve’s head tilted, then winced as her stomach let out a disgruntled yowl.
“Sounds like the digestion enhancer is ready. Dig in hun.”

* * *
Samuel’s eyes snapped more fully open as his awareness decide a hurry might be in order. Said awareness found him lying in a tangled mess of limbs and pillowy bodies, no small portion of which were partially or completely coated in bright, primary colored latex if he had to guess. In some cases it was partial – usually waist down, but a few of those in the – where the hell was he? It looked, to Samuel, like some kind of maintenance chamber. Tools here and there, cleaning supplies – and then there was the fact that he could count at least three fully covered custodial drones amid the group he was, apparently, part of here on the floor.

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The dull buzz and now familiar voice of the sow behind the lunch counter shook the vixen out of her quiet thoughts, giving rise to a swell of relief, anticipation, dread, shame, and some other and far more complicated emotions Genevieve hadn’t begun to sort out yet. She sat up as quickly as her bloated frame allowed, which had slowed in the last few days. Her first estimates of about ten kilos a day had been close to right – a little low, but close. Every inch of her was covered in, well, fresh inches now – it made things sluggish. It also left her feeling how her body wobble just a touch whenever she stopped moving, as her frame did so just a hair before her ass did. Including in the process of rushing up to the hatch that opened into the ring-shaped kiosk the lunch lady manned. Pigged. Whatever.
The towering, blubbery behemoth with blue hair rubbed Genevieve’s head fondly, this cafeteria worker who may or may not have doomed her figure entirely.
“Looks like you’re getting nicely into the spirit of things dear. Let’s start!”