Kompera

Cattle IV

Added 2020-07-01 00:33:58 +0000 UTC

Note: This is a story-prompt for Iluvfoodbabies.

Sydney was ravenous.

She was not ashamed that she had spent half the day hungrily digging into the slop buckets, feeling the greasy substance roll down her throat and fill her stomach.

Even after being force-fed by the hose for hours, her stomach still grumbled eagerly. And what a stomach it was. In only a short time, it had inflated outward, large and round, making her look as though she was at term with child. Making her think that they really were breeding her. Breed. The notion hung in Sydney’s thoughts. She had seen two of her friends succumb to their huge bellies, and start producing—things. Birthing. They were being bred.

Sydney was continuously eating or being fed. Today there even seemed to be regular food in addition to the slop.

She had felt as though she had won the lottery when she had come across the bucket piled with burger patties, processed nuggets and hot dogs, chunks of bread, mounds of pasta, globs of mashed potatoes, fried chicken legs, and various other things all piled together unappealingly, and seeming to be coated with congealing grease.

But Sydney’s hunger was overwhelming. She dug in with zeal.

In the back of her mind she knew it was disgusting, but at that moment, it was nothing short of delicious to her, even with the chemical aftertaste that tingled in the back of her throat. She would eat it all, as much as possible.

She would breed.

Sydney could feel herself growing, stretching, not only in the fatty coating that now layered her body, but she could feel her belly tightening, pushing outward with pressure as it shivered and gurgled, and she continued to feed.

She knew she looked pregnant. Probably overdue—with multiples by then. Her belly inched forward as the minutes passed, until she had to adjust her position on the floor, because it was getting in the way. She spread her thighs and moaned quietly.

She wanted to stuff herself. She wanted to breed. It was a desperation deep in her being that needed to be fulfilled.

She ate until she felt nauseated, then continued to eat. Her belly was flushed and heaving, beginning to resemble a beach ball by then. Her huge breasts were perched atop it, round, plump, and tingling. They quavered with the frantic motions of her stuffing food between her lips, cheeks puffed, muffled groans of pleasure and discomfort escaping her working mouth.

When the bucket of grease-soaked foods was finally finished, Sydney groaned, clutching her mound, eyes squeezed shut as it gurgled. Her thighs were pressed together, thick and soft. Her ass wobbled behind her. She knew she was absolutely massive by then.

Allowing herself only that moment to try to bear the discomfort, and digest just a little more, Sydney drew a deep breath and shifted to her knees. She arduously began to crawl, even against the largeness of her orb scraping the floor. She exhaustedly made her way towards another of the large buckets to see what she would find next.

Ally grunted but could do little more.

She couldn’t even cry out because she risked choking on the gunk being pumped down her throat, so she just twitched and struggled to bear the pain and discomfort, thighs shuddering, belly jerking in forceful contractions that shook her whole body.

She had been put into stirrups so that her mouth could be pumped full of food from the hose, while simultaneously her breasts were pumped of milk by two suction attachments connected to more tubing that pulled and sucked her nipples, breasts wobbling as she struggled not to yelp. Her breasts had more than doubled in size from the treatment, as though she was producing milk to fulfill the demand for it. Now in addition to the huge globe of her abdomen, she now had a pair of EE-cup breasts that were still progressively swelling, all of this falling heavily on her straining body, the rest of it still relatively narrow in comparison.

And during all of this pumping, she was struggling to eject the contents of her stomach, that being strange, squishy, yellow masses, each easily the size of a bowling ball, her body straining then pushing them out one by one. There seemed to be an endless supply of the things.

Ally’s body was in continuous motion, jerking, twitching, rocking, bobbing. Her skin was flushed red and pouring sweat. She tried to endure it. She wanted to take a long, calming breath. But she wasn’t afforded that when she was continuously struggling to gulp food down. The huge weight of her abdomen was massively heavy and compressing, and she struggled against it, feeling as though it was pinning her.

But there wasn’t much she could do about it. She just continued to gulp.