hedonisticfeedee
Farm to Table
Published: April 17th 2020, 12:01:21 pm
Content Warning: Longpig, Pig Napping, and Immobility.
Farm to Table
When Glenn first regained consciousness, he felt fear. Cold air flowed through the pitch black room making him shiver as he discovered his clothes were gone: Glenn found himself on the floor naked and isolated. A small light above him flickered on causing him to look up with concern. He noticed thick lines crossing each other. Then, he looked left to right noticing the lines were bars to a giant cage. “No... no...No!” he cried as he crawled to a side of the metal cage wall and pounded on it with desperation. He hoped the cage would be flimsy, but the bars proved too sturdy. He looked down to find a dirt floor covered in straw providing a small buffer for his aching knees.
Glenn had been skinny his whole life. Skinny probably isn’t the correct term because at 142 pounds, he was practically skin and bone. Despite his small weight, he played up the part of a cute twink with dark brown hair and the ability to be lifted by most of his sexual partners. That’s probably why it was so easy for his captor to kidnap him. That and his ability to dangerously flirt through a crowded bar like he did before he woke up in this nightmare.
He racked his brain trying to think of the details. A muscular man with big hands flirting with him appeared in his vague memory. Glenn lost track of how many drinks he threw back while keeping the man entertained. Glenn wanted to get lucky with such a stunningly beautiful hunk of beef. What was his name? He wanted to remember it, but couldn’t no matter how close he felt he was getting. He remembered the mysterious man talking about bringing him back home for a “romp in the hay” and that the man owned a farm in the countryside. Glenn also recalled drunkenly stumbling to the man’s pick up truck, hoping to get lucky before passing out on the drive.
The fear Glenn felt when waking up in this strange place dissipated only to be replaced with anger. That’s when he noticed a metal trough for the first time since adapting to his new environment. “What the fuck,” he breathed. The trough and hay flooring made him connect the dots: He was stuck on the stranger’s farm.
A barn door opened a few yards away providing more light. Surrounding the location sat a field of massive red drums labeled with nothing but a cartoon pig’s face. Glenn also made out a counter space. His captor moved forward through the door and up to the cage with a devilish grin.
“Good morning, pig,” the man’s voice sent chills down Glenn’s spine. Glenn switched from anger to fear again knowing his captor had full control. It’s a lot different to be angry in private than portraying your anger when someone else is in charge of the situation.
“Where am I?” asked Glenn with suspicion.
“Silly, pig. You’re on my farm. Where you belong.”
“W-why? I trusted you. I don’t belong here. Why am I in here?”
“You’re such a cutie, which makes you marketable. A perfect specimen for my lucrative business. You’re a runt right now, but we can fix that,” his captor said with reassurance.
“You kidnapped me! For your business?! What does that even mean? Are you selling me into sex slavery? Is that why you have me naked in this cage?”
“It’s not exactly sex slavery, as much as it is fattening you up and selling you. Usually, I sell all my pigs off to some pervert or a slaughter house. You’d never guess how many people like the taste of human pork. I guess if they are willing to buy you, then they could be fucked up enough to fuck their pork. I mean, maybe it makes you a more tender hunk of meat. I get some high bids for cute pigs like you. It would make sense that they wouldn’t be able to control themselves.”
Glenn felt angry at his captor again. “I’ll never fatten myself up for you. This is illegal! It’s disgusting! You’re sick!,” shouted Glenn. The twisted man just grinned at him waiting for the young man to stop his tirade. The man pours chunky liquid from one of the vats into the trough through the bars. “Who are you?!” shouted Glenn. His captor ignored his question the first time causing Glenn to ask again with venom.
“You don’t need to know my name, dear piglet. I’m the farmer. And you’re a waste of a human life. I don’t care about your name. You are the pig. An obedient pig unless you want to be punished. Now shut up and eat your slop or I will force it down you.”
The pig gulped and whimpered in response. “Please! I’m sorry! Just please let me go. I’ll do anything. I don’t want to be fattened. I don’t want to die. I’ll...I’ll... find a replacement pig,” his words disgust him, ashamed he would put someone else in this position to save his own life.
“Pigs don’t speak. They oink. Pigs are obedient and eat at my command. It’s cute you think you can stop me. You’ll learn, pig. Let this be the first lesson,” says the farmer calmly while grabbing a handful of the pig’s hair through the bars.
“Ouch! That hurts! Please stop!”
“I said pigs don’t speak, they oink. Pigs are obedient or they will be punished.”
The farmer pulled his newly acquired pig’s face down into the slop with his hair. The pig couldn’t breathe in the chunky liquid forcing him to open his mouth and suck down the thick contents. The pig thought the taste would be disgusting, but much to his surprise the slop tasted better than anything he had ever consumed before. The farmer pulled his pig’s head back up causing the liquid to drain from the pig's face. The farmer grinned again with his twisted smile knowing pig had his first taste of the addicting substance. Pig oinked in pleasure and willingly put his face back into the trough, lapping it clean to get every bite. Pig licked his lips trying to get the remnants of slop. The first drum full of slurry left him insatiable. He was desperate for more and oinked for the farmer to bring him more.
“I told you that you’d learn. What a good oinker!”
“Please...oink...stop. I don’t want this. I don’t want to be...oink... fattened. I don’t want to be slaughtered or eaten...oink...oink...oink,” pig’s pleading eyes rolled back into his head in bodily pleasure as if the food possessed him like a ghost.
Pig’s fighting back became less and less as his obsession with getting more slop, even just a drop, became priority. Any short break left him crying out for more because he felt like he was starving. He wanted to protest, but he became more helpless and gluttonous to keep his mind on track with the horrific reality he found himself in. Snorts and squeals replaced most forms of intelligible language.
The farmer pleased his pig by pouring another vat into the trough. He kept drinking it, taking him by surprise because just fifteen minutes ago he would have rather starved than be held prisoner to drink the slop. The slurping of the contents seemed natural, the pig genuinely enjoyed the concoction and hoped it would never run out. Something inside him wanted to escape. He knew this couldn’t be good for him, especially the diabolical plan of his feeder. Yet, the pig couldn’t stop. He craved more. Any sense that his pleasure might end seemed just as devastating of the future end results.
Over the following year from the pig napping, the pig lost himself and his figure. The pig’s body stored every ounce of lard naturally. The poor pig boy was born to be the farmer’s pig, but it also certainly helped that the farmer knew how to grow prize winning hogs. He had done this before and acquired a toolbox of methods to maximize his growth. The farmer sped up the weight gain process on his poor pig by increasing the growth formula in the slop and injecting his pig with hormones that would destroy even the best of metabolisms.
The hormones gave his pig a pear-shape. His belly dropped downward heavily. Over time it grazed against the straw flooring. Every part of the porker jiggled. Even his tits hung low and swung at each movement, especially with his face down in the trough. The farmer showed an ecstatic response when thinking about how much ham his massive ass would make.
His captor loved measuring him once per week and spent a lot of time groping different parts of his body: Pig’s perky tits, wobbling slab of belly, and cellulite-ridden endured abuse several times per day. Pig secretly loved the attention and teasing, but didn’t want to give the farmer the satisfaction of knowing the little pleasure he found in this nightmare.
Eventually the pig grew so large that he felt trapped on the floor. His arms hardly reached the ground as the enormous belly kept him up right. He tried to bend his head down to reach into the trough, but his lack of neck and being too far up from the ground prevented him from finishing his meal. He squealed desperately trying to roll himself forward, but it was no use. That’s when the farmer switched to a feeding tube. The pig could suck on the tube inserted into an enormous container without interruption. It took the extra work out of eating for him.
Occasionally, the farmer would enter the cage and breed his porker. The pig squeezed in ecstasy each time, grateful to be filled from both ends. The pig became aroused, but his buried penis reminded him how truly helpless he became in the process of piling on pounds at such an alarming rate. He tried to sway his belly rolls and hump his own fat in hope that the gravity would be enough to make him spurt his load under his belly. It never happened. The pig stayed pent up constantly, which drove him insane as much as the slop. His foggy mind never thought about escaping again.
*~*~*~*~*~*
The farmer walks in the room for the countless time since pig napping the porker. Something about the pig is like no other. He gained more weight than all the other pigs he blew up. This pig showed the most potential. The farmer wants the pig all to himself. He nervously paces the room. He doesn’t want this to end. His pig is the sexiest thing he ever saw. He might even be in love with the enormous porker, but all good things come to an end. He can see it in the pig’s eyes that he’s going to die of natural causes soon. His heart will explode. He never keeps a pig this long, but he couldn’t part with the first pig that ever made it to 1300 pounds.
Then, the farmer comes up with a depraved idea. He leaves his pig with an endless supply of slop rushing through the funnel while he goes to gather supplies. He comes back half an hour later to see life slowly leaving his pig. Yet, the pig can’t stop sucking on the tube that is killing him.
“You’re five times as big as when I first met you. You’ve grown faster than the others. I’m so proud of you. I wish I hadn’t grown so attached to you. You’re by far the cutest, but alas the time has come. I can’t just keep you. I can tell you’re close to eating yourself to death. That just spoils the pork. You’re also probably too delicious to sell. The only ethical thing to do in this situation is to eat you myself,” ironically grins the farmer.
The last of the pig’s brain cells tries to make sense of the situation. He’s much dumber with the lack of blood flowing to his brain, but he understands enough to know it’s almost time to be roasted. The farmer dices potatoes, carrots, celery, and bell peppers with a sharp paring knife like a trained chef. The pig’s fear manifests in loud bursts of grunts. The farmer noticed and quickly decided to retaliate. It’s really not the pig’s fault. After all, he’s about to be roasted and eaten, the fear he had from the beginning. The farmer grabs a tray off the table and brings it to the pig. The tray carries two contents: an apple and a bowl full of buttery glaze.
The farmer starts by shoving the juicy, ripe apple in his pig’s mouth to soothe his squealing. He stirs the melted buttery glaze with a basting brush. He takes the brush and dips it in the bowl before running the thick bristles along the pig’s belly. The farmer paints the helpless hog with the substance like an artist painting a mural. “You’ve gotten so plump and juicy. I’m not disappointed at all. There’s a lot more meat than I could have imagined. You look absolutely delectable, pig”
The pig attempts to squirm, but nothing much happens besides a wave of blubber moving through his enormous ass. “I like to think how skinny you were when I first met you. You were a malnourished runt. Now I think you’re the heaviest hog I’ve ever created. I’m really good at what I do. If this is how good you look on the outside, I just can’t wait to sink my teeth into you. This will be one hell of a pig roast.”