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Fun times at the farm

It was a cold winter day when Terry woke up with the rising sun, the rooster ready for another day running his farm as he crowed to wake up everyone as he always did, without ever missing a single day, every living being in his farm having to get used to it very quickly or leave as the noises would start as soon as the sun went up. They would start the workday, regardless of whether or how many hours everyone had slept the night prior, which was, unfortunately, part of why he had always had trouble with getting farmhands to stay for long, at least that's always what he said to all the farmhands that would try and apply to work for him, preferring to be honest about this big downside rather than having people fleeing after one or two days. He immediately needed to find a replacement while running on a tight schedule with no warning but being upfront meant that the kind of people that would do that would get filtered out before ever being hired and paid for their services.

Still, everyone was always pretty groggy as they slowly but surely climbed down their beds, stretching and yawning as they did so, as annoyed as usual. Still, they mostly had gotten used to it by now, not that it meant they liked it or endorsed it as the turnout was still pretty high at that farm, much to the rooster's chagrin as today to a new farmhand had left without announcing it to Terry, which was already causing this day to start with the wrong foot as he was, of course, annoyed immensely by the fact that it kept happening regardless of what he attempted to avoid it, but he was still all too happy to try and get distracted from this mess.

So when he finally left his bedroom after having been told of the usual and annoying news he was at least trying to be in a better mood as he got ready to have his breakfast, knowing full well that it was going to be a hearty one as today was going to be a long day for him and all of his farmland, and as such they needed as much energy as they could gather for the long day to come tending to both the fields, as it was time to harvest, alongside the usual feeding of all the animals a few times a day so they too would be productive and fattened up to be food.

This just meant that all the remaining farmhands were all too happy to enjoy the big breakfast as it was going to be the last free and relatively relaxing time until the lunch break, and then dinner, so they took the opportunity to chat as they ate their meal too, and specifically tried to make the rooster less angry about the new quitting, which sooner than later started to work as he had other things to think about than the usual lazy person leaving suddenly, his mood starting to get better as he kept bringing in new food as he and his farmhands kept eating all the food, some of his closer friends joking that if he kept eating like that Terry was going to get even chubbier than he was already, just for him to jokingly fight back that it’s not like they weren’t about to become like him too, and they all kept eating regardless of the playful teases that they were flinging to each other as they enjoyed the last few crumbs of food that remained as the sun had finally risen fully and the air was starting to warm up noticeably, meaning that the best time to start working was about to come as the workers started to leave to do their jobs bit by bit, some still lazying around as they had time before they really had to start, but eventually everyone was working, happily or not.

Hours upon hours in the cold autumn weather passed as Terry and all of the farmhands did their duties to keep the farm running, some happier than the others as they did so, mostly due to the even earlier wake up time and the generally cold weather of that day as quite a few farmhands were starting to grow more and more annoyed by the day, yet they still had to power through it for at least a bit more so they could voice their complaints with the rooster, but at least they could vent to their coworkers while they worked, some of them even agreeing with them as the rooster was pretty demanding about the job, but wasn’t nearly as generous with the pay for their work, which was a reason for people leaving that the rooster always refused to acknowledge no matter how often they tried to point it out, which was part of why people left overnight even if they didn't count the short night and unpleasant waking up process.

Still, regardless of their complaints, hours upon hours of work passed for everyone involved, including the relatively uneventful lunch break and further work hours after it. Still, at long last the workday finally ended as all the farmhands returned to the massive farmhouse for their dinner, pretty much all of them hungry as hell and all too happy that yet another day had come to a close.

So they were all too happy to warm up inside the house as they waited for the food to be ready, chatting it up or drinking to rehydrate after the long day working, once more hanging out and having dinner together before sleeping and restarting yet another workday, this time all the workers didn’t linger for too long as they’d rather return to their room to rest before they would get woken up with the rising sun tomorrow, so one by one they all started to retire into their room to wind down and relax before going to sleep.

For some of the farmhands, however, sleep wasn’t coming for one reason or another. They felt quite weird and were unable to understand why. At long last, they, too, finally fell asleep, ready to start a new day.

However, as they soon would find out, Terry had eyes and ears everywhere. Those people were the ones who had criticized him, so when the food was getting cooked he added a special chemical to not only knock them into a deep sleep but also shrink them to being about the size of an index finger, the deep and sudden sleep being needed as Terry and a few of his friends silently went from room to room to grab the newly made micros before they realized what had happened to them and get them all in a box for Terry, as this late at night time was the moment when he could finally have some fun alone as he grabbed the box and walked away and towards the pig pen, taking advantage of the dark.

And there he was, the most prized pig of them all, Terry having grown affectionate to him years ago and having decided to keep him as a pet years ago, and taking care of him enough to brew a potion to give him sentience, which is part of why he shrunk insubordinate farmhands like this as the pig had a certain behavior that needed satisfying, and this was the best way to do so for the duo.

By the time all the newly made micros started waking up it was too late, as the rooster had picked one of them, given him a few licks, and casually tossed it into his beak, gulping him down effortlessly as he greeted the handful of micro humans that were staring at him as he explained that he had heard about their opinions on working under him, and decided that they’d make better fuel and toys for him and his pet pig as he reached into the box and grabbed another micro.

This one wasn’t as lucky as the first one as the rooster brought him down instead of up, and much closer to his ass, ignoring the screaming and squirming coming from the farmhand as he teased him by slowly widening his chubby ass cheeks with just one hand, exposing his asshole hidden below the feathers and making it wink a few times as he slowly brought the human nice and close to it in front of everyone, giving them a spectacle they had no choice but look as he started to push the micro up the tight hole, clenching and pushing him up the dark, musky, wet and oppressively tight rectum bit by bit, anal juices dripping out as Terry grew hornier and hornier from feeling the squirming of the micro sliding up his ass and the one inside of his stomach, not even realizing that the one in his rectum was fully inside the dark tunnel now and he was just fingering himself, murring and moaning from the sheer pleasure he was feeling as he did so, the panicked screaming from the shrunken human just making him hornier and hornier.

The only reason he even snapped out of it was that his pet pig started calling him as he reminded him why he was here in the first place, to let him indulge in his kink, so he had to stop fingering himself and use those same slimy and musky fingers to grab the first of many micros.

Of course, that one was immensely panicked as he was coated in anal juices while being carried around with what, to him, felt like immense force close to the sentient pig as he licked his chops, happy to have finally gotten the meal he really wanted as he opened his mouth, hot and foul breath washing over the shrunken human as the pig gave him a few slow, teasing lick, he too enjoying the squirming of the unwilling snacks that he was fed by Terry, especially once they were put on his tongue, allowing the pig to close his snout and savor the micro everywhere, stripping him from his pajama in the process and treating him like a piece of hard candy as he tossed the human in his closed mouth and brought him closer and closer to his expanding esophagus opening, no matter how much he tried to push against the slimy tongue to prevent his inexorable plunge.

But it all was to no avail, as a single head tilt and swallow was all that the pig needed to send him into his dark and wet esophagus, the attempted fighting and squirming just further pleasuring the pig as his natural peristalsis took its time to send the human into his stomach so that the pig could further enjoy the struggling of the live meal, and this was just the first of many that was to come.

Still, inexorably it happened, the farmhand finally reaching a less cramped yet far more loud and foul smelling place, the acids already stinging all over his body as he attempted to kick and punch the fleshy folds and hoping to find a way out, but to no avail as the pig was used to it, and in fact he was still being fed one micro after the other by the rooster, the stomach filling up and extending with the horrified micros as it progressively filled up with acids, the greedy pig and rooster loving every second as the feeding continued, the stomach getting increasingly more active as it filled up with the still living humans, they squirming and fighting in the increasingly cramped dark organ just further stimulating the digestive process and making the pig hungrier and hornier in the process.

The pig didn’t only want to eat the micros, and eventually asked Terry to stop properly feeding him and start putting the few remaining micros up his ass, which horrified the already scared humans that remained in the box and had been looking at the horrific spectacle for all this time, and they now knew what was going to happen to them, completely unable to stop the horny duo as they were grabbed one by one, some of them being passed around the pig’s mouth to be naturally lubed by the drool, while others were just unceremoniously crammed into the pig’s asshole as it was, usually after being rubbed against it, as a last moment of mocking them before they were effortlessly put in the dark and musky hole of the pig, the intestines of the pig having a far worse smell than the mouth or esophagus did, while also being tighter, slower moving, and full of bends rather than a straight and mostly horizontal tube, the pig teasing the micros that were being slowly but surely getting clenched away in his bowels that the would reunite with the rest of the fellow shrunken farmhands in just a few hours, or to be more specific, with whatever remained of them once the digestive system had kept processing them for all those hours, which elicited increased squirming and fighting from both the micros that were stuck in the increasingly inhospitable stomach, and the ones trapped in the bowels as they were further grossed out, as if being in the pitch black darkness of the pig’s bowels wasn’t horrific and traumatizing too, never quite knowing what the mysterious and dense fluids washing all over their bodies were, some of them still in their pajamas and some having been stripped naked by the feeder rooster, which of course were the ones more disgusted by this whole situation as the weak bowels of the pig pushed them deeper and deeper within his body on a trip they knew would last hours and hours, with their final destination being the stomach where the rest of the fellow farmhands had been put first.

Still, neither group could do anything to make their situation better, and with the pig’s anus claiming the last of the shrunken farmhands the duo was done, the pig ejaculating on his own due to the constant moving of all the humans in his intestines overstimulating his prostate, while the chubby rooster needed to jerk off and return to fingering himself to get hornier, occasionally giving a rub to the overextended gut of his pig pet and friend both to make him happy and to further annoy the farmhands inside, teasing that this is how the people would “leave” after he was informed by his close friends of lazy or insubordinate workers, them being better off as fuel and toys than having to pay for their performance or truly allowing them to leave, and this was a far, far more entertaining way to deal with them all.

As soon as the rooster orgasmed, letting out rope after rope of cum from his cock, he tossed away the cum stained hay that was on the floor and returned to his bedroom to get some sleep before the sun rose again, ready to act out how annoyed he was by yet another batch of farmhands leaving and that he really should go and hire more, like every morning.

Written by https://www.furaffinity.net/user/razorkoopa / https://devourer-ita.sofurry.com/