Chapter 18 - intruder

"Come on! Come on!" Emma ordered, patting Troy's wide butt as he ate from the tough a day later. As always, the faster Emma could get Troy to eat, the more she could actually get down him. This was the second feed of the day and one of the most crucial.

Troy's head was thoroughly immersed, trying his hardest to produce the gluttonous speed that Emma was after.

"Fuck me!" exclaimed a shocked and unfortunately, very familiar voice. The figure of a handsome man stood behind them both. How long had he been there? Emma thought in a panic.

"Justin! What the hell are you doing here?" Emma shouted, annoyed at the intrusion. Two years they had been here on the farm and never once had any of the farm hands broken the strict rules to not come in here.

Justin looked at Troy's wide, blubbery butt as Emma's husband was down on all-fours at his trough. The look on his face was of complete shock. "Fuck!" he exclaimed. "Is that what you do to him?" he nodded at the rounded shape of Troy.

"Get the hell out of here!" Emma blasted. But Justin looked too transfixed to even hear.

Just then, Troy looked up at Emma and sat himself down on his blubbery backside with a plop. "Actually Emma, I invited him here?" he admitted.

Emma looked across at Troy with irritation. "You invited him in here? Into this shed?" she asked, angered.

"Justin is a farm hand, yes. But he's..." Troy began, looking at Justin. "I met him online a few weeks ago and was telling him about what you do to me." He licked the gainer slop from around his mouth with his wet tongue, then he grabbed a huge handful of his lardy, soft fat roll and held it as if to explain. "He knows everything."

Emma looked at Justin. What the hell was a handsome young guy like him doing on the sort of sites her horny pig of a husband liked to visit to indulge his kinks? The man looked like he could have had any woman he wanted, with his blonde hair and perfect stubble.

"Emma," Troy sighed, ready to explain himself. "Justin is just like me."