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Part 3 Subject 6 looked up at Carson as he approached the glass. “How are you feeling today?”, Carson asked, as he pulled a clipboard from the wall. Subject 6 looked longingly at Carson’s piercing adorned cock longingly. “I am good Sir. How much longer will I have to stay here?” “Not much longer.” Carson asked him the standard questions he did every week. This stall was designed to be self sustaining. The Subject had everything he could need, bathroom with shower, bed, small kitchenette, even a tv and books so he didn’t get bored. “You know the drill”, Carson said as he put on gloves and took a kit from the table nearby. He opened the pass through, and took a few samples of blood from the Subjects arm, a urine sample, and saliva swab. Next, he opened the lower pass through. The subject removed the grey shirt and joggers he wore, and presented his caged cock. Carson took a key from the wall, and removed the cage. With a gloved hand, he worked a large quantity of lube onto the Subjects cock, and with the other slid a finger into his waiting hole. The Subject began to moan. “Yes sir, that feels so good sir. Please sir, I want to feel your dick in my hole like you promised.” “Shhh, soon boy.” The Subject began to buck, after a week caged and his prostate getting massaged, it didn’t take long before Carson could tell he was about to cum. He took a sample cup, and fingered the prostate harder, almost violently, until the Subject came into the specimen cup. Carson put the subjects deflated cock back into the cage, and logged the samples into a computer nearby. This particular Subject had only been here about a month. At this stage of the trial, Carson really did not need him, it was more for the study than anything. The Subject was a drop out, he failed some class or another one too many times. When he came to Carson it was off of some dating app. Carson had carefully explained the purpose of the trial, and had him sign all of the necessary paperwork. “To improve the human experience”, he told all of his subjects. He flicked a switch, and the blue light disappeared, the glass had turned opaque. He could hear the Subject still panting behind the glass. Carson moved down the barn to the next stall, to see Subject 5.

Part 2 Carson spent much of the day in his office. Since it was a Friday and a long weekend, he decided to duck out at 3pm. “Any plans for the weekend?,” Arthur asked him as he dropped some paperwork off at his secretary’s desk. “I’m going up north.” “Oh right, your cabin.” Years ago, Carson had bought some land in the Maine wilderness, near what was called The Golden Road, a 96 mile stretch of road owned by a logging company. He modestly described it as a cabin. The original cabin was there, but he had since bought more land along one of the many lakes. He had a nice property with a mile long private driveway that led to the Master House on the water. A separate, rougher road led to north to the Cabin, it was really a logging road as well, having been cleared to connect his property. South of the main house was a Barn he had put up. Carson said his goodbye to Arthur, then went home briefly to pick drop off his work bag. The drive took several hours from the city, but it gave him time to clear his head and prepare himself for the weekend. At 8pm he passed through the village on the lake, another 45 minutes later winding his way around he reached the gate to his property. As he drove through, the gate beeped and swung shut behind him. In the city he lived simply. Here though was a different story. He had put a lot of time, and money into making this property exactly what he wanted. The gate was an indulgence and unnecessary, the driveway was a mile long and set so far back from the road that no one could see lights through the dense trees. The only way onto or off the property was through that gate, unless someone trekked to the main road, or came across the lake by boat. As he pulled the car into the garage, the House began lighting up. His first stop was the kitchen, which he had fully stocked. Once a week the wife of a retired farmer came by to check on the House for him, clean and tidy, and bought food ahead of his arrival. A nice woman, and not too nosey, despite being one of those creatures that were born, lived, and planned to die in the same place. Carson stripped and showered, washing the day off him. The shower was the size of a small bedroom, never mind the rest of the bathroom. As he showered off, he admired his tattoos and cock in one of the mirrors, twitching a little at the thought of what the weekend would entail. He dried off, changing into jeans with a black t-shirt and boots. He also grabbed a second cellphone from the charging station next to the kitchen, and a set of keys. His first stop was the Cabin. He drove the ATV 10 minutes up the dirt track. Again, as he approached the flood lights came on. He parked, and went up to the solid oak door. As he did so, the phone app began to automatically unlock the door. He used two keys to unlock the door the rest of the way. This Cabin served as the home for all of his research projects over the last decade. The set up was simple yet elegant. It had servers and hard drives, the laboratory equipment and chemicals he needed. Carson set to work pulling tubes from different incubators and examining the contents, then pulling flasks from others, He looked at them under microscopes, ran partials through instrumentation. The work took a few hours, and when he was done, he leaned back satisfied. He was ready for the next phase of his research, but that would have to wait until after the weekend, when he returned, and Arthur would be waiting for him. Carson left the Cabin, locking up. He then drove the ATV back down the road, past the House, and to the Barn. He ignored the large door, and buzzed himself into an atrium. Here he began to strip naked. He left his boots on, and buzzed himself into the main structure. He immediately had to adjust his eyes to the dim blue light in the first stall. On the other side of the glass door was the most recent subject that had enrolled in his “trial”.

Part 1 Carson Bull woke up to his 4am alarm. As he began to move and shook the fog from his brain, he sat up and began his morning routine. It started by throwing on shorts and a tank top, and making the mile run to his gym. After 90 minutes, he would run back, meditate, shower, and begin his day. He was about to turn 55. He had spent his entire life working, never stopping. His success eventually paid off, last year he had “retired”. Now he spent his time pursuing passion projects and teaching chemistry at a local college, though he still had a research lab running at the big university he was granted a position at after selling two start ups to big pharma. As he got dressed for the day, Carson made note to see his barber at lunchtime. He was 55, and looked it. At 5’10, he was 200lbs of beef. No abs to be seen, but he usually put younger men to shame in the gym. He had started shaving his head when he turned 40, and let the beard grow in enough to attract younger guys, but short enough to be taken seriously at conferences. It was also around the age of 40 he began accumulating tattoos. As a scientist, he was concerned with symmetry. Things in nature have a perfect symmetry, even if it seems unaligned. He made sure that for every piece he got on one side of his body, there was one that matched the size and general shape on the other. He even eventually had a small tattoo done at the base of his 8in dick, to make everything even as well. At 45 he began accumulating piercings. They were simple enough at first, but after his nipples were done, he went to his monthly group party downtown at the bath house, and saw a man with a Jacob’s ladder gaping some twink. So he began adding those. Six piercings later, he topped off his daddy dick with a PA. Over the years, he had gauged them up. Now, he considered himself in the prime of his life. He had reached his peak evolution. By 8am, he had reached the building that his research lab occupied. In his office he opened his email to what indicated a long day was a head. Of course, before the holiday weekend and indulging in projects outside of work. “For someone who is retired, I work a lot”, he remarked. “Good Morning, Dr. Bull”. He saw his grad student, Arthur, standing in the door way. “Good Morning Arthur, how’re you?”. Arthur proceeded to chat a little. Arthur was in his final year of his doctoral program. He had been instrumental in the research Carson had been focused on for the last five years. Carson had allowed him into the lab for his mind, but also because four years ago he found Arthur cruising the Fens, the local park where students went to hook up. He had decided not to indulge then, but knew Arthur had a place in his research. That time was quickly coming to an end, and little did Arthur know Carsons plans for him to help with his research even further.

I’m sorry for the long delay. Had some personal stuff to deal with. Hopefully folks still have some interest. Part 3 It was dark when Lou saw the truck pull in with the horse trailer attached. He sipped his whiskey and smoked on his cigar, watching the livestream camera that also synced to his phone. After a couple of minutes, he saw Ralph and one of the other farm hands lead the massive muscle bull out by a collar and shock sticks. He was led off to the other stable Lou had built. A minute later, he saw his newest pig led out blindfolded by its leash. Lou had to admit, this was one of the hottest pigs he had paid for yet. He could tell immediately this one was different. He couldn’t figure out how, but he knew this one was special. Lou’s jeans tightened as his bulge increased. Lou walked down from the deck, into the barn. He observed his latest acquisition from the deck above the pit. As he saw his other pigs move out of the dens, he retreated into the darkness. As he returned to his office, he stripped. Opening a desk drawer, he pulled out some poppers, and radioed Ralph. “Hey, get up to the office,” he muttered. Ralph got up from the desk, poured himself another drink, and sat back down. Ralph came into the office, saw Lou in the chair, and immediately stripped. His cock was hard but barely stood out at 3in hard. That was part of the reason Lou hired his farm hands. Ralph reached for the bottle of lube next to the bar, and fingered some into himself. Lou moved his jock aside, and Ralph sat on his cock with barely any resistance, huffing the poppers. “Look at them”, Lou said, as they both watch the mass of pigs and flesh descend on Cole on the screen. “Look at those pigs. You wanna be one of them piggy”?, Lou said. ”Fuck yes. Let me be a pig”, Ralph moaned. He was already poz from the multiple loads his boss gave him every week. He knew it, he just never got tested. “Don’t worry, I’ll be adding that pig and you to my special barn soon”, Ralph growled as he dumped his toxic load in Ralphs willing hole. —-Part 4 will be here much sooner than the last

Part 2 Lou was particular about his farm. He had grown up on one, but had moved into finance after college. He made his money, and now spent it how he saw fit. A couple of years ago, his poz buddy turned him onto this service that provided men custom made. He was intrigued, and took a meeting. When he found out how far this service would go, he shelled out $250K on the spot. He knew it would take a couple months so he had time. He hired his poz buddy. The dude had gotten a vasectomy some years back for some reason after his diagnosis. He raised the barn to Lou’s specifications in six weeks. Lou never asked how quickly he got it done. It had the recessed flooring that would serve as the pig pen, with several dens in the concrete to serve as sleeping areas. The ramp he put in for bringing the livestock in and out with ease. And the fence around the enclosure was easy. All that came next was the actual barn. Lou made sure the cameras were installed everywhere he could see his pigs. Despite being poz and his huge sexual appetite, he got off watching his pigs fuck. The barn was completed just a few days before his first pig was delivered. He felt bad for it, just laying in there jerking itself off. Despite the copious amounts of cum he had given the farmers, the pig was wasted by being alone, just jerking itself and feeling its belly. So Lou shelled out another big cash pay out for another pig. And from there his pig pen grew.

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This is a continuation from “The Farm”. I’ve taken feedback. I’m going to start slow, and see how things progress. Again, this is a work of fiction. Part 1- Lou’s Morning ”Fuck me”, Lou muttered as his alarm went off at precisely 5AM. It always seemed to come earlier and earlier every day. He shut off the alarm, and raised himself from bed. As he stumbled groggily to his shower, he glanced in the mirror. Lou was a good looking guy for his age. Mid-fifties, bald but with a thick salt and pepper beard. His work around the farm kept him fit, a nice dad bod with muscle. His beer can cock was covered with light blonde fur (he stopped caring about grooming a few years ago). Lou stepped into his expansive shower, washing himself down, and using the soap to slip his thick cock ring around his balls. It was a daily tradition, though he rarely ever needed to drain himself anymore. Part of getting old, he assumed. Lou stopped the shower, went to the closet, changing into a jock strap, jeans, black tee, and crimson hat. He then went into the kitchen, grabbed some coffee. He made his way into his office, and began observing the monitors in front of him. Sipping on coffee, he looked at his hogs in their pit. A few were fucking, but most were still asleep. Picking up the radio, he said “Ralph, get the Pig Pen ready. Cole is arriving tonight. And that hog is going to get all kinds of fucked up”. —- Working on Part 2

Part 13- Trip to the Pig Pen Cole let himself be led down a hallway, that ended at a loading dock. There was a horse trailer there. He was led inside, and his chain bolted to the back. “Aight hog, it’s been fun, but you’re off to your new home”, the man grinned. “Oh, by the way, this guy is a regular client. He paid us for a special bull. This one we’ve been working on a lot longer than you, you’re both getting shipped out together.” As he said this, Cole felt the weight shift in the trailer, and turned around. A monster was behind him. The thing stood at least 6’8in. He was hairless all over, with unnatural bulging muscles. It was like looking at something described in Greek mythology. He had massive pierced tits, with biohazard symbols around either one. The tip of his cock had a massive PA through it, but the true horror laid below: at least six studs went through the underside of his 10in cock, forming a ladder. ”Enjoy the trip”, the man snickered at he closed the door to the horse trailer. A truck engine roared to life, and they were moving. They had barely left when suddenly the beast threw itself on top of Cole. He now weighed 450lbs but it was all fat. Whatever this man was, he was all muscle. With a roaring grunt he forced himself inside Cole. Despite the fact that Cole was so gaped that he could now probably get fisted, the size and piercings of the cock made him yell out. The thing clamped its massive paw over Cole’s mouth and nose, and soon after he lost consciousness. They traveled that way for hours. Cole only passed out once, and even though the creature never removed its cock (it was always hard and always seemed to be cumming), Cole adjusted to it, and actually began to derive some sort of pleasure. After a few hours, night gave way to day, as Cole could see the sun through the slits in the roof of the trailer. They traveled all day, and it was night again when the truck began slowing down. Suddenly it was backing up, and then stopped. A few minutes later the door swung open. Cole was still pinned under the monster. “Get it off him”, a man said. He heard a zap and the man roared, thrusting into Cole violently one last time and cumming, but then removing his cock and retreating. The second Cole tried to look around a hood was thrown over his head. “Put him in the pen”, the voice said. Cole was led by his chain a few meters away. He heard a door open, and felt straw beneath him. It felt clean and warm, the first real sensation he remembered in weeks that wasn’t feeding or fucking. “Kneel”, the voice said. He kneeled down, expecting some sort of punishment.” Instead his collar was removed. He stayed there a few seconds, then heard the door shut again. After a few moments went by, the voice said “You can take off the hood”. Cole removed the hood slowly. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting but this had not been it. Straw covered the floor. The room was colored red from the bare bulbs that hung from the rafters of what was clearly another barn. As he looked around, he appeared to be in some sort of pit. The walls were at least 10ft high, with bars extending from the tops of them all the way to the ceiling. A ramp led up to a barred door. Looking down from the door was a man. He was dressed in boots, jeans, and a flannel jacket with a cowboy hat. Again, Cole wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but this had not been it. “I’m Lou. I’ll be taking care of you from now on. Get some rest, if you can, I’ll be back later”. He had a calm, even voice, almost… caring? He left. As Cole began to register what was going on, a noice drew his attention. He realized he wasn’t alone in the pit. He looked around, and saw at least 11 large masses shifting in the red gloom. He slowly crawled into the nearest corner, but his movement was halted as he backed into something warm and fleshy. He turned around and saw a man, with similar piercing to his own, and a body to match, however he had at least 100lbs on Cole. It was a feat he was even standing. “Who… who are you?”, Cole stammered, the first real words he had said in weeks. “No one. Neither are you”, the man grunted. As he said this, Cole watched him shifting the folds of his fat until he found and freed his cock, jerking it to attention. Even covered with fat, it was a massive thing. “Welcome to the Pig Pen”. Cole was suddenly aware of a presence behind him. He turned around and saw a mass of flesh bearing down on top of him, all of the other figures he had first seen converging, pinning him down. As he was lost in the mass of fat, he felt the first cock enter his ass, and he moaned…. Just like a hog. ——- The End. —— Thanks for the patience with this last part, Needed to take some time to figure out where I wanted to take it. I’m going to take a break now, but will likely start a new series dealing with the rest of the pigs and Lou, and try exploring that some. In the meantime, feedback is welcome, but nitpicking is not.

Part 12- Finishing Touches ”Here pig pig pig”. Cole dragged himself over the spigot. As he fed on his Hog Feed, he thought back briefly to his old life. In just a few short days, he had gone from a real life to this new reality. But it had been much longer than that. He didn’t know it, but he had been at the Farm for two month. Now he was a poz pig, waiting to be shipped off to whomever had paid for him. “AIght piggy. Let’s go.” The Farm Hand smacked Cole’s ass. He hadn’t even heard the stall open. He felt the sting though. He still was unaware of what had been tattooed on his body. The Farm Hand smacked his ass again, and grabbed his collar. He led Cole into the sterile room again. They were alone that time again. “Stand still”, the Farm Hand said. Cole stood there. Suddenly his septum piercing was violently pulled out and replaced with a larger one. The nipple piercings were swapped out as well, and his guiche replaced. “Now stand still, we’ll be back”, the Farm Hand said. As the door closed, Cole finally had the opportunity to look at himself in the mirror. He wasn’t sure what was in that feed, but it had changed him. He barely had any hair now. His scalp was almost bald. His gut hung out was beyond what he expected. The septum ring he was just given was massive, weighing on his face. His tits were so big, the new piercings still just barely showed. And he couldn’t see his cock. His stomach concealed everything, but this was different. When he reached down there with his hand, there was nothing. He had to work around in the fat folds to find it. He stepped on the scale out of curiosity. 450lbs. In two months he had gone from 230lbs to 450 without realizing it. ”AIght pig. Your rides here”. Cole looked at the Farm Hand. Without thinking he just moved towards the door. —— Ill do one more chapter, then probably start a new series with the man that paid for him.

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Part 11- Livestock Now ”Here pig pig pig.” Cole heard the call, but was already at the spigot, He slept there now, just waiting for his feedings. They lasted longer now. Usually he sucked on the Hog Feed for at least an hour. His fuck flu was gone, and he had torn through the latex because he had gained so much weight. His fat had even swallowed his cock. As his feeding stopped, the Farm Hand came in to give him a deposit. Cole didn’t think about it anymore, he just arched his ass. His hole was so gaped now he didn’t feel it, he knew it was done when the man left. “Just a couple more weeks. Then you’re his problem”, the Farm Hand said. Cole had stopped caring about time, He had stopped tracking the days. He didn’t know it, but it had been nearly six weeks since he had been brought to the farm. Now all he wanted was to get bred and fed. Every time he heard the call, was the only part of him that registered anything. “Here pig pig pig”… ——- Getting ideas now for the next part.

Part 10- The Second Weigh In ”Here pig pig pig”. Cole heard his feeding call and dragged himself over to the spigot. His fuck flu had finally passed. Now he just felt hungry and tired. As he finished nursing the spigot, the stall door slid open. The Farm Hand grabbed his chain, saying nothing. He dragged Cole to the sterile room again, and shoved him onto the scale. This time, Cole realized what was happening. The Hog Farmer was not in the room this time. The Farm Hand just weighed him, and measured his height. Something had happened though. Cole thought he had gotten over the fuck flu just a couple of days ago. In reality, it had been another two weeks. Since his time had begun in the original paddock, Cole now just gave in. “320”, he hear the Farm Hand say. Cole could feel his tits hanging loose. All he thought about though was his next feeding. —— Working on the next part.

Part 9- Gone ”Where am I”, Cole wondered. He had opened his eyes, and knew he was in his own world for now. His fever was gone, but he was still stuffed into the latex suit. “Here pig pig pig”, he heard. Like clockwork he moved to the spigot, and started sucking on it.. His animal instincts had taken over. Now he no longer cared where he was or what was happening. “Aight hog, time to swap out some stuff”. He didn’t know what was happening. He just kept sucking at the spigot. He vaguely registered his guiche piercing being swapped out for a heavier one. Same for his tits and those piercings. He was left alone, but suddenly something happened: he was done with the fever, but his weight got to be too much: he felt his belly and thighs rip through the latex. “Well it took a month, but we got there” the Farm Hand snickered. A month. Cole let his rational brain take over for a moment. In one month, he had gone from average guy to poz pig guy that could barely seen his own cock. And it was just beginning. “Here pig pig pig….” Cole went to the spigot, waiting his next fate. —— Still writing. Next file cumming soon.

Part 8- Hog “Here pig pig pig”. He heard those words, and through the fuck flu, the sweating in the latex suit, and his exhaustion, Cole still crawled toward the spigot. This time, he was bolted in again. He was too tired to even think about resisting. There was something new about this feed. It flowed like molasses but had no taste. Cole didn’t care, he just nursed the spigot until it ran dry. It took nearly an hour. After, he crawled into his corner when he was released and fell asleep, hoping he could stay that way until his fever was gone. Cole awoke to the meal bell, and his call. “Here pig pig pig”. He rotated over, and went to the spigot. As he began feeding, something strange happened. Until this point he had known his cock was hanging below his belly, even though he could not see it. Suddenly something shifted, and it felt like his cock had sunk into his stomach. “Oh fuck. They got me so fat it sunk into the folds”, Cole realized. But then he didn’t care again. Cole hadn’t seen himself in a mirror since his weigh in. But he knew what he must look like, and didn’t care. Little did he know the next time he would be weighed and see his reflection he wouldn’t recognize himself. That was the last part of the Hog Farmer’s process. In another six weeks, he’d be ready to give his livestock to the client. ——- Next part soon, feedback is appreciated.

Part 7- Poz Hog Cole laid in that stall for days. He was still collared to his chain, but they didn’t bother closing the door. “Steers” of all shapes and sizes would be led in at random points, mount him, dump their loads, and then be led out. They all had the same trait though: a scorpion above their cock, with the tail ending at the head of their penis. Cole was so sick and feverish with fuck flu he barely registered it. They gave him nothing but water for two days, however on the third they resumed the forced feedings. He had no appetite but didn’t get sick from the Hog Feed. On the fourth day, he woke up to another steer withdrawing his cock from him and being led back to a stall. By this point his hole was ruined. It barely closed anymore, and was in a constant gape, making Cole long for something to fill it. This time, the Farm Hand appeared and gave him a deposit from a syringe. “Today’s a special day. You’re gonna get your mark,” the man sneered. Cole had no idea what that meant and didn’t care at this point. A couple hours later, he appeared again. “Get up,” the man snarled. He dragged Cole by his collar back to the sterile room with fluorescent lighting. This time, there was a bench in the middle of the floor. “Fuck”, thought Cole. Again, his time on the ranch had taught him that rack was built for one thing only: breeding. The Hog Farmer was in a corner, naked. He didn’t have tattoos like the regular Farmer, just a skull and cross bones above his cock, which was pierced with a massive spiked PA. The Farm Hand led Cole to the bench, and strapped him in. Ankles, knees, wrists, neck. If it could be tied down, it was. He was merciful at least, and spread a large quantity of grease on Cole’s ass, he even shoved a large glob inside of him. The Hog Farmer approached without a word or expression, he moved behind Cole and thrust his giant pierced death stick deep in Cole. The Hog screamed and lost consciousness. The fuck flu combined with the sudden violation was too much. ”Wake up hog”. Someone through water on Cole’s face. As he came to, he realized he was back in his stall. Something was different though. He looked down, and realized he was in a different latex suit. This was red and black. HIs hole was on fire. “Don’t worry,” the Farm Hand said. “The client likes your progress. You only have to put up with us for a few more weeks. Then the real fun starts. But in the meantime, enjoy your new status, and your new ink”. Cole heard the stall slam shut. He realized it wasn’t just his hole that burned, it was both his ass cheeks and above his hole. He had no mirror, and the latex covered it, but he now had a biohazard tattoo above his ass, with “Poz” and “Hog” tattooed on either ass cheek. The pain was nothing compared to his fever and fuck flu though. Just as he began to drift off to sleep, his brain shut down as it heard those magic words: “Here pig pig pig”… ——- Working away. Let me know any feedback.