The Farm

[NECub]

On 9/8/2022 at 3:09 PM, PozTalkAuthor said:

the idea I have is too dark, I can't suggest it to you otherwise we both end up punished.

Not by the farm man, but from the mods here

 

Shoot me a message

[PozTalkAuthor]

6 minutes ago, NECub said:

Shoot me a message

Done!

[NECub]

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.

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Ill do one more chapter, then probably start a new series with the man that paid for him. 

[pigbro]

I’d love to see a reverse where a guy becomes a muscled up rubber poz bull breeder

[baldwin]

love this

[Hellboy]

Fucken hot…. Liking this

[NECub]

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.

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The End.

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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. 

Edited September 22, 2022 by drscorpio
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[Hellboy]

Hot

[russelyorkxxx]

so hot    look forward to more of Your writing.   please and thank You.    

[OutlawXJ]

Thanks for sharing this story! Looking forward to reading more of your stories.

[Guest]

On 9/7/2022 at 7:00 AM, NECub said:

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”…

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Working away. Let me know any feedback.

Problem is a steer is a castrated bull. So that’s a problem with your story

[konvertmig]

poz me

[mj831]

Hottest story I’ve read on here

[swall0w]

On 9/5/2022 at 9:21 AM, PozTalkAuthor said:

It's more and more interesting!

I want to assist to the guy's transformation!

I want to be the pig!

[huis_rat]

fucking hot , the right top fucker and hi feed me . he takes me hard and a forced feeding make really full