chapter 1

As you drive down the highway to your destination the anticipation grows.

"Is this really what I want?"

You've been a fan of the feedism community for so long now and want to take it a step further.

Your gut pressed against the steering wheel, you struggle to turn down the winding driveway to the farm hidden deep within a wooded fenced in area.

You manage to make it to the gate.

"Password." A deep voice greets you.

"Cattle." You chime nervously.

"Take a left, drive two miles. You can't miss it. If you decide to stay, you'll fit right in."

The gate pops open and you continue down the drive. You reach into your bag of McDonald's and stress eat the rest of your fries.

Beams of light shine through the trees creating a pattern of shadows over the road.

You greedily gulp down the rest of your fries and suck the rest of your shake.

The building comes into view. It's massive.

You park your truck to the closest parking spot you can find and head to the door.

You're already pushing 300 pounds and walking far is becoming a chore.

You stop at the door and ring the doorbell. It comically sounds like a cow mooing.

You're then greeted by a thin young woman with a clipboard.

She smiles and walks you in. "Ah I see you had the three o'clock appointment. Right on time!" She writes a few things down and brings you directly to a scale.

"Step onto the scale please. Remember, the heavier the better here." You gladly do as she asks.

"Good, 302. A nice size."

You smile, happy to hear such words.

"Okay, so have you made a decision yet?"

"Not quite. A friend told me about this place. I wanted to check it out first."

You step with her down a hall and she walks you through another door.

"Ah, okay. It is quite a big decision. But I can assure you that every single one of our livestock specimens are one hundred percent happy with their decision. We do multiple check ins on their mental health and overall wellness."

"What if their health declines?"

"We have doctor's who tend to them just as if they were to go to a regular hospital or doctor outside of here. All bariatric specialists."
Her professionalism is reeling you in.

"Well...what happens when-...you know..."

She nods and smiles slightly.

"That is confidential with each patient. You get to choose what we do with you."

Your mind is racing. You want to take the leap. Free yourself from the everyday dread of working 9-5 then repeating it.

"How big do they get?" You ask shyly.

"As big as each individual's body can hold. It's not linear with everyone."

You both stop for a moment.

"Want to see some of our cattle?"

"....Yes." You speak not really knowing what to expect.

"Follow me!"

You head deeper into the hall, windows on both sides. Some with empty rooms, then you get to one that finally has someone occupying it.

"Oh-..."

In view you see a huge woman being hoisted into the air by large straps. She is easily over 800 pounds. You can hear hear groaning through her oxygen tube, her arms and legs dangling underneath her.

"What is-...oh!"

From behind is a tall fit man, pushing his cock into her rapidly.

His whole arms being swallowed up by her pale rolls of flesh.

"Names are confidential here, but this woman aches to be bred but cannot conceive. Her feeder stops by frequently to help tend to her and of course, help with her desires."

Your gaze fixates on her. Breasts slapping against her bloated belly with her arms and legs flopping uselessly while her feeder gets his.

"Shall we continue? You can watch all you want. One of our policies is that every person who chooses to be live cattle must be ok with others viewing them. It helps us with revenue."

You avert your gaze back to your guide.

"Not that pigs and cows have a choice either on a farm."

You smirk humoring the joke.

"True."

You continue down the hall to the next window.

"Holy shit."

Your eyes are met by a man laying in what looks to be almost like a chair you would see at a dentist. Leaned completely back, arms and legs strapped down.

"This young man loves being full. He loves his belly the most and wants it to be round every second of the day."

You watch fascinated by the sight of him.

Then you notice the tubing going straight into the skin of his taut belly.

"What's that? The tubes?" You question.

"Those tubes channel our special mix straight into his skin so he gains only in his stomach, per his request."

Dumbfounded, your jaw drops.

"We also give him medications that help with the stretching, so...he doesn't... well, pop!"

The guide's enthusiasm is almost soothing.

"What...what if they do?"

Your question is haunting, but the guide chimes back,

"That will never happen. Our clients get around the clock care from our staff. Each one is monitored closely twenty four hours a day."

You ponder the thought.

"What if they-..uhm.."

"Want to end their stay as such? Then there is a contract to be signed along with other paperwork for legal reasons."

"Oh..."

Hor rified, you look over to the man again, his belly perfectly round.

"We have never gotten that request. However, if it is ever requested it is to be painless."

"interesting..."< br>
"Shall we continue?"

You both step forward to the next room.
"Oh-"

Your eyes are greeted by the view of another woman laying in a chair, her feet propped up. She's watching the television above her. Her breasts are absolutely colossal. Drooping down far passed her knees and onto a platform attached to the chair.

"Those are-..."

No words could come out as you stare.
"Yes this one was tricky to do since special hormones were needed and she wanted ONLY her breasts to grow."

Attached to her gargantuan breasts were pumps draining milk from them into tubes being fed into the ceiling above her.

"She lactates almost eighteen hours a day, every single day." The guide finishes.

"How much do they weigh?" You ask timidly.

"Well we weigh them twice a week and if you look at the chart on the right you will see the updated number."

"Three o' five for left..Three o' eight for the right."

You look back at the woman contently watching her show.

"Incredible."

" Moving on?" She asks.

"Sure, let's keep going."

You walk down a longer stretch of the hall which seems to take longer to get to the next window. Your guide stops abruptly.

"Okay, before we continue I will warn you, this next client is highly sexually active nearly all times of the day. He is one of our more...depraved clients so to speak.

I mean this will all respect but some of our visitors might find it shocking to see so I give them fair warning. Not that any of this is considered normal."

You nod silently hiding your excitement.

Walking up to the glass before your eyes is an inhumanly obese man. Hairy, fat gut spilling out and over his lap with huge bulbous thighs spreading his legs out.

A smaller skinnier man has his hands underneath his gargantuan gut, fondling and fumbling through the folds seemingly taking his time to find the sweet spot.

You watch him wobble his belly, the man groans and grunts heavily aroused.

"Oh, his other friend just arrived." Your guide chimes.

You watch another man enter the room from a door off to the side. Not as thin as the other man who is still seen playing with the obese mans overfilled belly, but thicker and more toned.

"Usually there are about five of them all at once, but today seems like a lighter day for these gentlemen." She adds.

You gaze at the men in the room. The new one begins to quickly remove his pants starting with the belt. In plain view his erect cock bounces out of his boxers as he lifts his legs out of them. He continues over to the main attraction and climbs atop him, belt in hand.

"These men truly are fun to watch."

You can't stop staring at them, mouth slightly ajar.

"Who's your daddy, bitch?"

You hear from the room very faintly. Light slaps from the belt graze the large mans belly, then he is met with harder cracks.

"Y-you!" You can hear the cries of pain and moans escaping his mouth.

Man number one still under his hefty stomach, head almost completely engulfed.

You see the rocking motion of what appears to be a blow job. He must have finally found his cock.

"Do you enjoy watching these men?" You ask curiously.

"Yes I do. In fact, every member of our staff is apart of the feedism community. There are no outsiders. When you filled out our complex form on our website our staff sorts through it carefully to make sure we aren't letting in people who come here with ill intent. We make sure our clients and staff are protected. Besides, we have your identity anyways."

"Right. This place is so professional. Even better than what I had imagined in my head."

Your guide steps in front of you glancing back at the glass, the gentlemen in the room enjoying themselves enthusiastically.

"Our top priorities are safety, privacy, and pleasure of course." She smiles.

To be continued....

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