Always make sure to read the contract before you do a commercial for a feeding company. A vixen learns learns this the hard way. Not realizing what she signed up for until the feeding tube is forced down her throat. Sorry for any spelling errors. Hope you enjoy.

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The tall lion sat in his tall seat, looking down at the small lady fox in front of him. He licked his lips as he examined her figure. In one swift motion, he raised his glasses back to his eyes to read her resume.

“So, you’ve worked in commercials before?” Jeffrey, the lion, asked in an unusually soft voice. His mane dropped over his shoulders, his body fur stuck out in the fabric of his suit.

Debbie, the vixen, nodded. “Yes, I’ve done campaigns for Alura, it’s a soap company based back in my home country.” The Vixen said with ease, she had been in this situation before. There was no need for her to be nervous about auditioning for a modeling role. Debbie sat in a satin green dress with a neckline that went down far enough for her furry cleavage to be plainly visible. She hoped that her ‘assets’ would help her land the part, but Jeffrey had only looked at her eyes when he talked. 'I suppose he’s a respectable man, dammit', Debbie thought to herself, sure that she wasn’t going to get the part.

Jeffrey nodded along. “Infront of the camera, or as a narrator?”

“Both.” She said with some slyness.

“Okay, are you aware of what we need you for in our commercial?” He said as he started to pull out some paperwork from underneath his desk.

“Yes… it’s going to be an add for a feeding company.” Debbie said, reciting what her agent told her earlier. She remembered her agent looking nervous when he said it. Like he was hiding something from her. Whatever, it’s not like they were about to have her nude for a national ad, so she was good for whatever they would have her do.

“Yes, the company has designed a system so that farmers can feed their pigs without having to refill the slob tray every morning. It’s something where you strap a flexible feeding tube into the pig’s mouth, and then pump slob into their mullets whenever it’s feeding time.” Jeffrey said nonchalantly as he slid some paperwork over to the actress. “Now we may have to do multiple takes on the commercial, will you be okay with that?”

Debbie barely even heard him as he said it. She grabbed a pin from the desk and scribbled her signature on the dotted line. “Yes sir.” She said, hardly even aware of what she was responding to.

Jeffrey tilted his head in surprise. “Okay,” He said while rolling up the contract and sliding it into a paper folder, “I’m glad we finally got someone for the role. Very few people are okay with what we’re asking them to do.”

Debbie rolled her eyes. “I’ve been modeling for commercials before. There’s nothing to it.”

The mighty lion froze as he rose from his chair. He instantly knew that Debbie didn’t understand what she had signed up for. He felt bad for her, she was about to be humiliated in front of the whole country. But still, she had signed up for it, it wasn’t her fault that she didn’t read the contract closely enough. A devilish grin flashed across his face as he motioned for her to follow him. “The set’s this way. There’s a room for you to change into your costume around back. Be ready at the set in ten minutes.” He said while holding the door open for her.

Debbie smiled. “Thank you.” She said as she waltzed through the door and into the makeshift studio. She passed by the crew of lions, tigers, and panthers that worked the filming equipment. She eased into a room labeled ‘Dressing’.

Inside there was a rather plump lioness reading a book. The lioness looked up to Debbie in mild confusion.

“I’m here for the commercial shoot. Jeffrey said I had a costume I had to change into.”

The lionesses’ eyes widened a bit. “Umm… okay. Hope the shoot goes well for you. What size bathing suit do you wear?”

Debbie smiled a bit. 'A bathing suit, oh so it’s one of those ads', she thought, sure this was going to be a sleazy model shoot. “A medium, with a large top.” She said smugly, always glad to show off the size of her breasts, it was with their help that she was able to crack the modeling business like she had.

The lioness nodded. She disappeared into a backroom only to come out not two second later with a pink bathing suit that would leave little to the imagination. “I’m glad we’ve finally got someone to shoot the commercial for us. I had to do it last time, and it was just terrible.” The lioness said, handing the suit to Debbie on her way out. “I’ll leave so that you can change in private, good luck.”

Debbie turned to get a good look at the fat gut that hung on the lioness’ figure. 'Yeah, with a figure like that any commercial shoot with you in it would be shit,' Debbie smiled as she watched the fat lioness waddle through the door. Her asscheeks rubbed together as she squeezed them through the doorway.

“What a fatass.” Debbie said as she stripped. The red fur on her body was soon completely exposed as she placed her green dress on a bed beside her. She started to put the suit on. While doing so she noticed that it was made of incredibly stretching material. She pulled on an inch of the fabric, and it must have stretched out to over a foot. “Hmm… I’ll have to get one of these for my next thanksgiving.” She said to herself as she stepped into the bathing suit.

Once it was on, she looked into the mirror. The pink bathing suit wrapped around her body with a snug hug. The legs of it ended just below her waistline, showing off all of her thigh. There was a pink polycotton belt with a golden buckle around her waist. There was only the slightest hint of sleeves on both sides, and her neckline went further down than her own dress. Almost all of her cleavage was visible. Debbie smiled as she stared at herself in the mirror.

“Must be for a late show,” she said, turning herself on, “An outfit like this could never get past primetime.” She licked her lips

seductively. If the vixen could, she would make out with herself.

Snapping out of it after a moment of lust, Debbie made her way for the door. Out in the open, walking towards the stage, she could feel the eyes of all of the other furs in the building on her. The tight, pink suit pressed against her breasts and ass, leaving nothing to the imagination. Her curves were as visible as if she were completely naked. She liked the attention, even winking at one tigress that was eyeing her, making the lady tiger turn away with a red face. Something that every furs on set noticed about the suit, that Debbie had missed completely, was a coiled up pig tail hanging on the back of Debbie’s rear.

She walked up to Jeffrey, who, after a moment talking to one of the other producers, pointed to the middle of the stage. “Stand in the middle of the grass field, just go along with what happens.” Jeffrey said. The lion was wise to phrase it in a way so that Debbie wouldn’t know what would happen.

The vixen gave a gracious nod. She walked to the middle of the set, which was made out to look like fields in farmland. Debbie winced as she stepped into the dirt that layed out on the set, but she didn’t let it bother her too much.

Not too long after she stepped onto her mark that someone else stepped onto stage with her. It was a male fox, dressed up in farmer's clothes that were smeared with dirt all the way down. Debbie gave a nice nod to him, and he gave a respectful nod back, and then he too turned to face the main camera.

Debbie smirked a bit, trying to figure out the plot of the commercial in her head. 'So the farmer fox over here is gonna set up the feeding tube, and then he’s gonna have more time to bang his wife(me)', Debbie thought, missing the actual plot of the advert by a country mile.

“Okay,” Jeffrey said in a booming voice, completely different from his soft tone of earlier but one that was much more characteristic for a lion to have, “Freddie, read the prompts as they appear on screen, and do your actions like we rehearsed this morning. Yours will be in green. Debbie, your prompts will be in pink, and just go along with what Freddie does.”

“How will I know what my actions are?” Debbie asked

Jeffrey considered for a moment. “You’ll know, just keep your arms at your side.” He finished with a sly smile, and then sat back into his director's chair. The camerafurs aimed the lens at the two actors, the furs working the lights adjusted them so that they would drown own the two foxes. After that was done, Jeffrey looked up, “Action.” He roared, making one of the sheeps on the set wince.

Freddie started talking to the camera, reading off of the prompt. “Here at Feeders incorporated, we make our feeding tubes to handle anything you might throw their way.”

As he talked, a feeding tube dropped from the ceiling, next to Debbie. She tried her best to ignore it.

“Now, just to show you how good our feeding tubes are, we’re gonna give y’all a demonstration.” Freddie said this while taking a small piece of rope out of his back pocket. He walked over to Debbie, and before she realized what was happening, he started to tie her hands behind her back

“Sometime when setting your animals up to be fed, they’ll try to squirm to get away from you, I like to tie up the legs of my pigs before I strap the tube on them.” Freddie said all of this with a nice smile to the camera.

Debbie’s mind was racing to try to find an answer to what was happening. She looked behind her back to watch Freddie as he tied her hands together, and then she saw it. The small pig like tail that hung off of her rear end. She stared at it in shock for a second as Freddie walked away from her. In an instant she realized she wasn’t the narrator, she was the test subject.

She quickly turned to face the camera with a confused face. “JeffMMMhhmm.” Was all she was able to get out before Freddie inserted the feeding tube into her mouth, and then tightly pulled the belt around it, making sure it wouldn’t pop out. Debbie started to fight against the tube, but there was little that she could do.

“Now you see why it’s necessary to tie up the pigs arms before you get to work.” Freddie said, still happily staring at the camera as if this was completely normal. “And now with that, all you have to do is turn the feeding system on, and then let it do the rest.” Freddie pulled a Remote control from his front pocket.

'Hey you asshole, you little twat you didn’t tell me about all of this how am… 'Debbie's thoughts stopped altogether when she felt the tube violently vibrate in her mouth. Not much longer after that, her mouth filled with disgusting tasting slop.

“The tube’s attached to a two-hundred galloon tank, so that you won’t have to worry about your pigs for a good long while.” Freddie continued to read from the prompt. “With the feeding tube doin’ it’s job, you’re free to do anything else on the farm.” and with that, Freddie walked off of the screen, and the camera zoomed in on Debbie.

Debbie’s cheeks ballooned outwards as she tried her best to not swallow the slop. It tasted disgusting, like all of the scraps of meat from a steak place all hobbled together. Her cheeks expanded a good two inches wide. She closed her eyes as she strained against all of the slop. Eventually, it got to a point where she couldn’t even breathe. She tried to only swallow a bit, just to be able to breathe again, but after she did that the slop continued to force it’s way down her throat, and she was forced to swallow it with every pump from the tube.

“The feeding tube is good for feeding a hundred pigs for two days, or one pig for a thousand,” Freddie spoke, now acting as an off screen narrator. “The tube has a system in place to know exactly when to stop feeding, so you’ll see this pig here get her fill until she’s all the way full.”

Debbie’s stomach let out a small gurgle as the slop rushed into it. Instantly her belly grew, and her pink suit stretched to make room for her growing body. Debbie tried to hold her mouth closed, but the slop continued to go right to her stomach. Her eyes flickered back open as she looked at the crew with distressed eyes. 'Please make it stop, I didn’t sign up for this', she mentally screamed as her belly continued to lurch outwards. She looked down to watch her belly grown underneath her suit.

Debbie’s red belly grew to the size of a bowling ball. Acids already working their way on the slop inside of her. Her hips started to grow with her belly. She groaned as she felt the fat build on her sides as well as her front. More and more grotesque sounds erupted from her insides as the slop forced it’s way inside of her. The tube must have been pumping the stuff inside of her at the speed of sound for her to be growing so fast.

Her legs started to wobble underneath the weight of her belly. She now looked to be a mother in her third trimester. The belt that hung around her waist was now starting to strain against her growing stomach. Her belly pushed against it as the belt suck further and further into her midsection. The strain against the two was starting to get unbearable for the vixen. Her eyes closed again as the pain in her belly grew.

Now the inside of her stomach started to hurt as well. It was quickly running out of room to store the slop, but it still pumped it’s way inside regardless. Terrible noises came from her stomach as she grew more and more stuffed.

“As you can see, television viewing audience, this pig here is now properly stuffed. The pump will soon automatically shut off.” Freddie said, getting ready for the commercial to rap up.

But the shut off never happened. Debbie’s body continued to strain against the slop, as the pump refused to turn off. A ripping noise came from the belt she wore, as the buckle snapped open, allowing her belly to have more room to grow. Her belly jiggled violently as the slop rippled inside of her body. Her hips now stood a good four inches further than before. Her ass was now starting to grow as well. Debbie felt as her rear end sagged down to the ground with every pound of fat it took on.

Jeffrey looked over to the assistant director. “Why isn’t the tube shutting off?”

The AD looked through his notes. “I don’t know sir. It’s a glitch of some kind. Should we turn off the camera, and pull the tube out of the vixen’s mouth for an emergency stop.”

Jeffrey shook his head. “No, just work on it behind the scenes. Freddie hit all of his lines perfectly, I’m not throwing out this take just because of a technical glitch.”

The AD nodded

Debbie’s belly continued to expand behind the tight suit. The more she was forced to eat, the more her curves became obvious to the camera. Her breasts were raised up by her quickly growing belly, making them look bigger. Her belly hung over her waistline, over the top of her pussy. Her thighs were also starting to take on weight now. The fat on her legs dropped down, flaps of fat covered the top of her knee-caps. The fat on her back rolled down until it reached her ass. Her ass was slowing turning into two giant orbs, each about half the size of her belly.

Her legs seriously started to wobble now. Debbie gave another distressing look to the crew, but she could see that they didn’t notice her. Her legs started to be spread apart as her body weighed down on them. She tried to stop them from moving, but she just slipped all the more until she finally lost her balance. Her ass caught her fall, it shook violently, making the rest of her body jiggle greatly too. Immediately she tried to stand back up, but she couldn’t even get her feet flush to the ground.

Debbie was done being scared by the situation, now she was just annoyed. She had gotten used to the pain of an overstuffed belly, but the disgusting slop prevented her from finding any true enjoyment of the situation. She tried to lay on the ground, just so that she wouldn't even have to put in the effort to sit up, but her massive ass stopped her from leaning back more than three inches. Her belly and hips prevented her from laying on her front or sides. She just stayed sitting up, with her body growing more and more around her.

Her arms started to grow now too. Her elbows quickly sunk into the sea of fat her arms took on. As the grew, the more her arms pulled against the rope that Freddie had tied on her. It started to become painful, but Debbie hardly even noticed that now. The fat on her arms and wrists softened the pain, and she was just so done with the situation now, she barley took notice of the pain.

The sides of her belly grey into the sides of her legs. Her stomach grew down and down all the way to the top of her feet. Her ass grew back and back all the way to one of the set pieces. Her hips grew a good three feet out each. And her breasts continued to rise on top of her massive boulder of a belly. Her breasts started to obstruct her view of the crew members, so she was no longer able to give any of them a ‘total done with this’ look.

Her face started to take on fat now. Her forehead started to droop down over the top of her eyes. Her cheeks started to grow, and her neck slowly disappeared behind a sea of fat. The fat from her forehead and cheeks slowly started to cover up her eyes.

The rope holding her arms back finally snapped, so her giant arms snapped back to her sides. Her hands were completely covered up by the fat of her arms. Like her arms, her feet also started to be absorbed by the fat of her legs. Her belly started to cover up her legs. And her eyes started to be covered up by the fat of her face. Overall, Debbie was slowly losing her body. Slowly losing everything that made her famous to the fat. The fat would soon be the only thing she had.

Her tight suit stretched out with every pound she took on. It never ripped, but it left nothing to the imagination. The suit made sure every curve she had would be visible to the viewing audience.

And then, it stopped. The tube stopped forcing the disgusting slop down her throat. Her body stopped jiggling to the tube’s movement. And now with the constant feeding stopped, Debbie could finally relax a bit.

Freddie walked back onto the screen. “As you can see, our Feeding tubes at Feeding Incorporated are the best option.” He leaned his whole body on top of her massive belly. He easily could have used her as the most comfortable bed in the world, she was now so massive. “This fat pig won’t have to be fed again for some time.”

The camera continued to roll for a bit, and then Jeffrey yelled, “Cut, that’s a rap.”

Freddie walked off screen as Jeffrey walked on. The mighty lion took off the feeding tube for Debbie. “Did you like the shooting?”

“No.o…ommuf.” She tried to get out. The fat around her chest and mouth made it impossible to talk normally, and she was out of breath after just one word.

Jeffrey smiled. “Well, if you ever have trouble finding work, just come to us. You were the best feedie we ever shot with.”

And then the mighty lion walked off the set. Debbie sat there, unable to do anything else. The vixen in pig’s clothing waited for someone to help her, but no one came. With nothing else to do, she fell asleep. Using her breasts as two pillows.