Cattle (WIP)

As you drive down the highway to your destination the anticipation grows.

"Is this really what I want?"

You've been a fan of the feedism community for so long now and want to take it a step further. 

Your gut pressed against the steering wheel, you struggle to turn down the winding driveway to the farm hidden deep within a wooded fenced in area.

You manage to make it to the gate.

"Password." A deep voice greets you.

"Cattle." You chime nervously.

"Take a left, drive two miles. You can't miss it. If you decide to stay, you'll fit right in."

The gate pops open and you continue down the drive. You reach into your bag of McDonald's and stress eat the rest of your fries.

Beams of light shine through the trees creating a pattern of shadows over the road. You greedily gulp down the rest of your fries and suck the rest of your shake.

The building comes into view. It's massive.

You park your truck to the closest parking spot you can find and head to the door. You're already pushing 300 pounds and walking far is becoming a chore.

You stop at the door and push the doorbell. It comically sounds like a cow mooing.

You're then greeted by a thin young woman with a clipboard. She smiles and walks you in. "Ah I see you had the three o'clock appointment. Right on time!" I will need to check you for firearms and weapons, please raise your arms and spread your legs. 

Attempting to hide your blush you do as she asks and she pats your arms, legs, and torso down professionally.  

She writes a few things down and brings you directly to a scale. "Step onto the scale please. Remember, the heavier the better here." You gladly do as she asks. "Good, 302. A nice size."

You smile, happy to hear such words.

"Okay, I will need to check your ID and hold it until the end of our tour."

You unfold your wallet and hand her your ID card. She glances back and forth at the picture, writes down more information and slips the card into a slot on her desk. "If you decide to leave you will get your ID card back along with an information packet."

You nod in agreement.

"Okay, so have you made a decision yet or do you need to see what goes on in our facility?"

"Not quite. A friend told me about this place. I wanted to check it out first."

"Excellent. I love giving tours anyway."

You step with her down a hall and she walks you through another door.

"It is quite a big decision. But I can assure you that every single one of our livestock specimens, experiments, and clients are one hundred percent happy with their decision. We do multiple check ins on their mental health and overall wellness."

"What if their health declines?"

"We have doctor's who tend to them just as if they were to go to a regular hospital or doctor outside of here. All bariatric specialists."

Her professionalism is reeling you in.

"Well...what happens when-...you know..."

She nods and smiles slightly.

"That is confidential with each patient. You get to choose what we do with you."

Your mind is racing. You want to take the leap. Free yourself from the everyday dread of working 9-5 then repeating it.

"How big do they get?" You ask shyly.

"As big as each individual's body can hold. It's not linear with everyone."

You both stop for a moment.

"Want to see some of our cattle?"

"....Yes." You speak not really knowing what to expect.

"Follow me!"

You head deeper into the hall, windows on both sides. Some with empty rooms, then you get to one that finally has someone occupying it.

"Oh-..."

In view you see a huge woman being hoisted into the air by large straps. She is easily over 800 pounds. You can hear hear groaning through her oxygen tube, her arms and legs dangling underneath her.

"What is-...oh!"

From behind is a tall fit man, pushing his cock into her rapidly. His whole arms being swallowed up by her pale rolls of flesh.

"Names are confidential here, but this woman aches to be bred but cannot conceive. Her feeder stops by frequently to help tend to her and of course, help with her desires."

Your gaze fixates on her. Breasts slapping against her bloated belly with her arms and legs flopping uselessly while her feeder gets his.

"Shall we continue? You can watch all you want. One of our policies is that every person who chooses to be live cattle must be ok with others viewing them. It helps us with revenue."

You avert your gaze back to your guide.

"Not that pigs and cows have a choice either on a farm."

You smirk humoring the joke.

"True."

You continue down the hall to the next window.

"Holy shit."

Your eyes are met by a man laying in what looks to be almost like a chair you would see at a dentist. Leaned completely back, arms and legs strapped down.

"This young man loves being full. He loves his belly the most and wants it to be round every second of the day."

You watch fascinated by the sight of him.

Then you notice the tubing going straight into the skin of his taut belly.

"What's that? The tubes?" You question.

"Those tubes channel our special mix straight into his skin so he gains only in his stomach, per his request."

Dumbfounded, your jaw drops.

"We also give him medications that help with the stretching, so...he doesn't... well, pop!"

The guide's enthusiasm is almost soothing.

"What...what if they do?"

Your question is haunting, but the guide chimes back,

"That will never happen. Our clients get around the clock care from our staff. Each one is monitored closely twenty four hours a day."

You ponder the thought.

"What if they-..uhm.."

"Want to end their stay as such? Then there is a contract to be signed along with other paperwork for legal reasons."

"Oh..."

Horrified, you look over to the man again, his belly perfectly round.

"We have never gotten that request. However, if it is ever requested it is to be painless."

"interesting..."

"Shall we continue?"

You both step forward to the next room.

"Oh-"

Your eyes are greeted by the view of another woman laying in a chair, her feet propped up. She's watching the television above her. Her breasts are absolutely colossal. Drooping down far passed her knees and onto a platform attached to the chair.

"Those are-..."

No words could come out as you stare.

"Yes this one was tricky to do since special hormones were needed and she wanted ONLY her breasts to grow."

Attached to her gargantuan breasts were pumps draining milk from them into tubes being fed into the ceiling above her.

"She lactates almost eighteen hours a day, every single day." The guide finishes.

"How much do they weigh?" You ask timidly.

"Well we weigh them twice a week and if you look at the chart on the right you will see the updated number."

"Three o' five for left..Three o' eight for the right."

You look back at the woman contently watching her show.

"Incredible."

"Moving on?" She asks.

"Sure, let's keep going."

You walk down a longer stretch of the hall which seems to take longer to get to the next window. Your guide stops abruptly. 

"Okay, before we continue I will warn you, this next client is highly sexually active nearly all times of the day. He is one of our more...depraved clients so to speak. I mean this will all respect but some of our visitors might find it shocking to see so I give them fair warning. Not that any of this is considered normal."

You nod silently hiding your excitement.

Walking up to the glass before your eyes is an inhumanly obese man. Hairy, fat gut spilling out and over his lap with huge bulbous thighs spreading his legs out. 

A smaller skinnier man has his hands underneath his gargantuan gut, fondling and fumbling through the folds seemingly taking his time to find the sweet spot. You watch him wobble his belly, the man groans and grunts heavily aroused.

"Oh, his other friend just arrived." Your guide chimes.

You watch another man enter the room from a door off to the side. Not as thin as the other man who is still seen playing with the obese mans overfilled belly, but thicker and more toned.

"Usually there are about five of them all at once, but today seems like a lighter day for these gentlemen." She adds.

You gaze at the men in the room. The new one begins to quickly remove his pants starting with the belt. In plain view his erect cock bounces out of his boxers as he lifts his legs out of them. He continues over to the main attraction and climbs atop him, belt in hand.

"These men truly are fun to watch."

You can't stop staring at them, mouth slightly ajar.

"Who's your daddy, bitch?" You hear from the room very faintly. Light slaps from the belt graze the large mans belly, then he is met with harder cracks.

"Y-you!" You can hear the cries of pain and moans escaping his mouth. 

Man number one still under his hefty stomach, head almost completely engulfed. You see the rocking motion of what appears to be a blow job. He must have finally found his cock.

"Do you enjoy watching these men?" You ask curiously.

"Yes I do. In fact, every member of our staff is apart of the feedism community. There are no outsiders. When you filled out our complex form on our website our staff sorts through it carefully to make sure we aren't letting in people who come here with ill intent. We make sure our clients and staff are protected. Besides, we have your identity anyways."

"Right. This place is so professional. Even better than what I had imagined in my head."

Your guide steps in front of you glancing back at the glass, the gentlemen in the room enjoying themselves enthusiastically.

"Our top priorities are safety, privacy, and pleasure." She smiles.

Your eagerness grows. 

"May we keep going?"

"Of course!" The guide chirps clipping her pen to her clipboard. 

You make a left down the hall and the guide brings you to the next window. 

"There are plenty of people here who do love to entertain. We have quite the collection of exhibitionists and voyeurs." 

You pan your eyes to view the next client. 

The room is extremely bright and colorful. You have to take a minute to gather what everything actually is. 

Little red mushrooms, bright green grass, huge gummy bears, a small chocolate river in the corner of the room flowing down from a waterfall. 

"This was one of our more...expensive set ups. It costed us nearly $400,000 but was entirely funded by this clients fanbase over the span of five years."

Your jaw drops. "Oh, this looks like...a Willy Wonka set up?"

Your eyes widen while you take in everything in the room.

"You're correct!" She wanted a confectionary set up, like a mix of candy land and Willy Wonka. But she herself wanted to be a blueberry. A very popular trend in this building."

You struggle to find said woman between the array of colorful candies, gummies, and detailing for the set up. "Where is she?" You ask giving up.

"Oh lets see...she is sometimes hard to spot. Like an animal in the jungle."

Your guide squints and searches. "Oh-...there she is!" She points to the corner opposite of the chocolate river. 

You look in the direction she is pointing to and gaze in wonder. 

"Oh my God. She's absolutely huge!" You walk over to the other side of the window to get a better view of her. "Yes, actually today is probably juicing day. It took us almost a year to figure out how to manipulate the human body to grow and expand into a literal blueberry. That was also quite pricey but we managed to do it! All thanks to our team of experts really." 

You're gawking at the massive blue ball in the corner of the room rolling around lazily...helplessly. 

"Okay, see that machine in that corner over there? See how it looks like a press?" She points to large mechanical box next to a door which you assume is the back entryway. 

"Yeah?" You ask curiously. 

"That's the juicing machine. When she starts to become uncomfortably full, our team rolls her over to the machine and the sides close in very slowly allowing her to be emptied...just for her to fill back up again."

Even more curious, little questions begin popping up in your head. 

"Where does the juice come from?"

She looks at you then the woman. 

"We give her a special pill that basically doubles the water weight in your body and changes its chemical compound to match a blueberry. The water thickens slightly and has a blueberry taste and smell. It also changes your skin tone. You then fill extremely slowly over the course of the next two weeks. I would say she is at the end of her second week. She tends to take breaks now and then to have fun in between at a normal size."

With your mouth agape you watch the helpless ball roll around and bump into things. 

"So she just inflates for two weeks? What else does she do?"

Your guide purses her lips. 

"Well, she is one of our most sought after clients...she brings in a good amount of revenue for herself and for our company. Other clients pay us to come play with her...so to speak. In fact-" She stops abruptly.

"I have one coming in really soon, if you would like to watch you can." 

You ponder the thought. "Sure!"

"Their appointment is in ten minutes. Want a coffee?"

"Oh, yes I would love one." You answer, your eyes never leaving the big blue orb of a woman behind the glass window.

"Very good, keep an eye out for her friend, enjoy!" 

The clacking of her heels fade as she walks away to fulfill her mission.

Fixated, you watch her roll about. Her little hands and feet flapping and flailing helplessly while her body grazes nearby objects and flattens the decorative gummy mushrooms. 

"Incredible..." You whisper to yourself wishing you were in her position. 

She manages to roll herself to the other side of the room and accidentally dunks herself into the chocolate river, her body reaching both sides of it. 

You laugh to yourself and stare at her attempts to get back out. 

Suddenly the door on the other side of the room opens and another woman walks into view. 

"Oh, that must be her friend. I was expecting another guy really..." You whisper to yourself still curious.

The sound of heels tapping the floor can be heard as your guide finds her way back to you. 

"Ah there she is. Right on time. Oh and I see she's dunked herself into the river again. Don't worry she will get out. I've only had to have our staff come wedge her out of there once when she was a little bit smaller than what she is now."

You look at her then back to the two women. You watch as the normal sized one pushes her blueberry friend out of the chocolate watering hole. 

"Here's my favorite part..." 

You can see their mouths moving but can barely hear them through the glass. 

"Watch..." Your guide adds.

Your eyes shift as she rolls her big blueberry friend over to the juicing machine and pushes her perfectly in place. She then goes over to the panel with the control buttons and pulls a lever halfway down. The machine then begins to stir, the two enormous plates gently closing in on her sides. 

"Oh wow..." I'm nearly pressing my face to the glass. 

The other woman, dwarfed by her enormous blueberry friend, then begins feeling her up. Both hands pressing into her soft yet taut body, juice running down her hands from her friends pores. She licks the sticky fluid from her hand and trails down to her huge swollen nipple gripping it tightly. 

"If this is too much we can keep going..." Your guide adds in. 

"Oh-...no...now you've got my attention. I've made it this far anyway!"

Your eyes make it back to the action. Between the machine forcing the juice to leave the engorged womans body through her skin, plus the nipple stimulation, her body seems to shrink ever so slightly as the time goes by.  

"What happens when she goes back down to normal?" You ask curiously.

"Oh, she will never go back to her normal size. She came to us at...oh I I would say 145 pounds but we made her gain up to 350 pounds to get her body used to being very large. If she lost all of that she would be a sagging mess. We also used a special vitamin to make her skin extra elastic for her extreme growth."

You're left dumbfounded. 

"You really did think this through." You reply.

"Not me, our scientists have been spending countless hours perfecting every aspect of this establishment. They are dedicated to making each fantasy a reality for all types of people." 

You look back at her with a smile on your face, your mind racing. 

"You've almost got me hooked...but I'm eager to see more of your experiments!"

She is beaming with excitement. "Of course! That's my goal here, to gather more livestock. After we go down this hall, things may get...dark. Some of our clients have like-minds, and some are well, downright wicked and willing to give their entire life to their fantasy. Are you sure you can handle that? I will need a written consent from you beyond this point."

Now you're really interested. What else could lie beyond this panel? Your eyes meet another door behind your guide. It has a keypad for a password. 

"I think I'm ready yes..."

Very good, sign here and we shall continue.