Chapter 3 The Breeding Party

As Leslie lead Taylor into the room filled with party guests and eerie hush feel over the room as all eyes locked on the blubbery bovine feminine form. Taylor’s body kept jiggling long after her tree trunk legs stopped her shuffled waddle. The crowd ooohed and awed. Kelly could not believe her eyes. “Leslie! She’s got to be 300lbs! You said we could breed her at 280!”
“I know Kelly but she’s such a fertile greedy cow, all she does is eat and sleep. She’s ovulating too ripe and ready for breeding. Look how wet she already is!” Leslie bent over and with two hands lifted Taylor’s belly to expose her soaked cow print shorts. The shorts had ridden up her thighs having the appearance of panties. Her ass was hanging out and jiggling with any slight movement. Her juices soaking the front and glistening her inner thighs. Offering some help from the friction. The crowd surrounded Taylor. Poking and prodding, inspecting her flabby cellulite and stretch mark ridden ruined body. She couldn’t help but get more and more turned on. Kelly wrapped a dark swollen nipple around her finger giving it a tug. Taylor squealed as drops of milks oozed out. “Leslie she’s so perfect! We must get this heifer bread tonight!”
Leslie replied, “we need to stuff this cows belly first. Let’s show case how much she can eat and tease her some more. Can’t make it to easy on her.” With that Taylor was lead down to the basement. Her flab jiggling everywhere as she waddled. By the time her feet hit the basement floor she was winded and her legs were weak. Leslie forced her on all fours and leashed her collar to a metal bar with a feed trough in front an a funnel hanging down from the top. Jake and and another man from the crowd began filling the trough with a blend of the fattening syrup mixed with food and the funnel hopper with the fattening supplements. Taylor began to eat with ravenous gusto shoving her face in the trough and drinking from the funnel when she needed. She stuck her ass in the air framed by her wide breedable hips. She clapped her ass while undulating her thighs jiggling her entire body. The sound of her fat flopping together echoed though the basement. Her pussy gushing wanting to be filled with seed. Her juices ran down her legs as Kelly did the honors of emplacing the egg shaped vibrator. Taylor’s hips bucked back and forth low moans exiting her mouth as she mowed down the slurry of syrup and greasy pork. When she dug her face deep in the trough her lower belly flap touched the cool basement floor. Milk beaded up on her nipples slow dripping on the floor. Kelly noticing Taylor’s engorged hanging udders, “Leslie this poor breeding heifer needs to pump those udders. May I do the honors?” Leslie handed Kelly the over sized breast cups and she strapped them to Taylor her hands lingering around her widened form. “Wow Leslie I can bearly get my arms around this hog.” Taylor felt the familiar tugging as the pump whirred to life. Her need to breed burning through her whole body. Her crotch aching to be filled gushed more then ever. A party goer slapped her cellulite cover butt cheek. Taylor squealed through a mouth full of the slurry as her body jiggled uncontrollably. Taylor kept eating and drinking almost effortlessly with the occasional burp until the trough was near clean and the funnel was empty. Leslie pulled the breast pump off Taylor’s now sensitive nipples sending a shiver down her spine almost resulting in a sudden orgasm. The exhausted Taylor dropped down to the floor. With her elbows and knees in contact with the floor the majority of her bloated flappy stomach rested on the concrete as well. Her ass sticking up in the air, her hips gyrating jiggling her body uncontrollably. Leslie poured her fatty breast milk in the funnel and inserted the tube back into Taylor’s greedy mouth. “Drink up piggy your almost done.” The thick milk flowed into Taylor’s mouth another shiver cascaded through Taylor’s fat body. Nothing went unnoticed by Kelly, “better turn that vibrator off Leslie. She’s about to cum. She needs to be punished for being so greedy and ruining her girlish figure.”
“You’re so right Kelly. She hasn’t deserved to cum yet. Is she stuffed to your satisfaction for breeding? She’s got about 30k calories in that gut.”
“I think your right Leslie, her belly is touching the floor. Let’s get her up and admire this beautiful heifer.”
Ron and Jake hoisted Taylor to her feet. Kelly pulled her to tight cow print stained shorts down leaving Taylor naked and bloated in the middle of the room. Her saggy bloated form on display for all to see. Kelly rubbed and shook her gut. “Look at these stretch marks Leslie! They run from her fupa to her udders!” She’s exploding with fat. All these calories make her look pregnant all ready. Let’s breed her and totally ruin her!” Hearing Kelly was to much for Taylor her clit felt like it had been hit by lightning. Her blubbery body convulsed and she came squirting members of the crowd Jake and Ron caught her as she started to collapse and led her over to the “breeding chute.” Kelly was is awe, “Leslie I didn’t know what you did but she’s perfect she wants to be bred and fattened. She’s realized it’s her destiny.” “What can I say she’s a natural Kelly” replied Leslie. Taylor was guided into a metal chute designed for cows. She was forced down on her knees and bent over a metal bar forcing her ass up in the air and spreading her holes to the cool basement air. Her gut hung down over a metal bar jiggling towards the floor. Doors closed around her shoulders keeping her in place. She couldn’t turn her to see but out of her peripheral vision she saw Kelly prepping her husband to breed her. Ron’s pants were gone and she was stroking his huge drift member.