{"sf1_id":554333,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Farm Boy","author":"ChefJeffBadger","words":2031,"posted_at":"2013-06-22T16:55:00.000Z","tags":["Butcher","Castrated","Castration","Chubby","Cooking","Cub","Dog","Farm","Fat","German Shepherd","Hog","M/M","Male","Neutering","Pig","Snuff","Weight Gain","age play","farmer","milked","milking","neutered","plump"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/554333-farm-boy","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/554333","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=554333\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"He got just what he wanted...","content":"\nDavy was having a hard time keeping his tail from wagging,\nhe was just so excited. He'd always wanted to work on a farm, being a city kid\nhe'd never even been on one before today. But after doing some searching online\nthe pup had found this place, they were looking for help, and he'd emailed the\nowner, he said he was even willing to work for free if they'd over look his age\nand put him up with food and board. The owner agreed, but sent him a massive\nwaver form for his parents to sign. \nIt took some convincing, but finally his parents had said\nyes. A short bus ride and car ride later, he was here. The boy clutched his bag\ntightly, as he stepped out onto the farm. There was a big garden in front of\nthe big white farm house, a huge old red barn, and a few more modern barns,\nprobably where his milking operation was. \nHis ears perked up, if this was a dairy farm, shouldn't\nthere be cows? The smell and the sounds of them were missing... how strange. The\nold hog got out of his truck, the vehicle groaning as it released his weight.\nThe hog smiled as he walked over to the excited German Shepard puppy, he\nscuffled his head fur. \"Ready for your tour, Davy?\"\nThe pup nodded eagerly, \"Yes sir, mister McDonald.\"\nThe big pig snorted, \"Call me John. Though, we should probably\nstart with my favorite place on the whole farm, the kitchen.\"\nThe puppy giggled, and the fat hog and the boy walked into\nthe farm house. They walked inside the old home, the original wooden floors\ncreaking under their feet as they made their way to the old kitchen, where John\nalready had steaks waiting on the counter. The hog fired up the stove, placing\na thick black cast iron skillet onto it, and threw on the steaks along with\nsome chopped onions. The puppy boy's stomach growled as that flavorful smell\nbegan to drift through the air, \"Mmm that smells great!\"\n\"It should, it came right from this farm, even the onions.\"\nSaid John, with a soft smile as he grabbed some mashed potatoes from the\nfridge. \n\"That is so cool!\" Davy looked at the bag in his lap, \"Hey\nuhhh, where am I staying? I'd like to put my bag away before we start.\"\nThe hog just smiled as he plated up the steaks, and set it\ndown in front of the pup. \"Oh don't worry, I'll get you there, it's the last\nstop on my little tour, now eat up.\" \nDavy dug in, it was good, but something was off about the\nmeat. It had a different taste then normal beef, he guessed it was because just\nso fresh. After their short meal, the hog started with a tour of the little\ngarden, showing the spot where the onions were picked last year, as well as the\npotatoes, giving him a nice fresh carrot to nibble on as he brought him to the\nchicken coup. The pup was so happy when the hog gave his okay, and he got to\nchase around the chickens, even catching one before it flew away. \n\"Alright, now it's time for my bread and butter, ready to\nsee the milking shed? Where you'll be working until our time together ends?\"\nThe pup excitedly nodded yes. The hog unlocked the door, and\nthe boy walked inside, but what he saw confused and horrified him. Where he'd\nexpected to see four legged cows being milked, instead were various people,\neach shackled to a different milking station, each had a tube coming from their\nmuzzle, and another from their ass. They all looked at him with sad eyes, but\ndidn't bother to make a sound as Davy felt a hand grip his shoulder. \n\"Wh...what is this?\" Davy said, starting to shake.\n\"Well...\" John said, a second hand resting on Davy's other\nshoulder. \"I specialize in a certain type of meat... dog meat. Each one of these\nslabs of meat were born and raised on this farm, born just to die, but I've run\ninto kind of a problem. I'm starting to miss some genetic diversity, too many\nyears of inbreeding. That's where you come in, I'm going to take as much as\nspunk as that little body of yours can make, and then you'll join the rest of\nmy herd until you're ready to enter the frying pan, just like the dog you ate\nthis afternoon at lunch.\"\nDavy didn't get a chance to react; he felt a strong hand\nwrap around his muzzle, and a great weight slam him into the ground. He\nstruggled, but the fat pig had him hog tied before he could even scream for\nhelp. He was dragged across the dirt floor, he could see milking machines\nhooked up to every single dog in there. Some were women, with large bellies\nthat looked loaded down with a pup or two, and the others were men... or at least\nhe thought they were men, it was hard to tell. They had tiny little cocks, and\nthey were missing their balls. They also had large breasts that were hooked up\nto the milkers as well. Each one was so fat too, whatever he was feeding them\nit was defiantly fattening them up. \nHe sobbed, the twine around his muzzle stung every time he\ntried to open his mouth. Finally they came to a door, and the hog pulled it\nopen. The dog could smell fear, blood, tears, and sweat. The hog pulled him\ninside and closed the door behind them. The puppy howled as he spotted the\nhanging carcass, that judging from the paws, could only be canine. The hog\nlifted him up, and threw him on a large wooden butcher block, where the head of\nthe former canine that they'd most likely had for lunch, stared at him.\nThe hog flipped Davy onto his stomach, and tied him down,\nbefore he went about slicing off his clothes, throwing them into a pile as the\ndog cried. The hog grabbed a big can of something, and placed it next to Davy's\nhead, from the smell it had to be grease... the kind you get from cooking meat.\nThen he walked over to the counter, and pulled out a single chambered version\nof the milker he slid it onto the puppy's soft cock, and turned it on.\nThe boy cried as new feelings of pleasure and fear raced\nthrough him, the fawning muzzle of the device made his cock stiff between his\nlegs against his will, as the hog scooped up some of the grease. The dog's eyes\nwidened as he felt his tail lifted, and two thick fingers rubbing against his\ntender boy hole. His toes curled, and he whined as he felt those fingers start\nto invade his rear, squirming around his insides. \"Mmmm so nice and tight, it's\nbeen a while since I felt the inside of a city boy. All the dogs around here\nare stretched out by my machines long before I get to them.\"\nDavy could feel something press against the pleasure knot\ndeep inside of him, making his body shudder, and his first load shoot into the\nhallow tube, and flow into the collector. The hog leaned down, and tapped the\nglass collector tube with his finger, getting out the air bubbles. \"Good start...\nbut we got a long way to go.\" \nThe next few hours were a blur, pretty soon he could feel\nthe fat hog on his back as his thick dick tore open his ass, his fat balls\nslapping against his tight little rump, as his own tiny orbs emptied into the\nmilker. His ass was sore, and cum was dripping from it from hours of use and\ncountless loads of pig cum. He was so happy when the hog finally fell of his\nback, that fat creature having shed his cloths hours ago, and was now covered\nin a fine sheen of sweat over his pink skin. He wiped his brow on the back of\nhis arm. \"Woo! Alright, looks like you're spent. Time for the real fun.\" \nDavy wondered what he meant, and then he saw the blow torch,\nknife, and branding iron. He thrashed against his bonds as he saw the hog\ndisappear behind him, he felt hooves playing with his sac, working his sore\nballs down to the bottom, and then slicing the whole thing off. Davy screamed\ninto his muzzle, the pain racing threw him as he saw his balls land just inches\naway from his nose. He didn't notice when the hog heated up the knife to a\nglowing red, but he did notice as the hot metal was used to close up the wound.\nHe begged for it to stop as the hog heated up the branding Iron, but it fell on\ndeaf ears as the searing metal burned its mark into the puppy's ass, sealing\nhis fate as livestock. \nHe was dragged to an open stall, his arms and legs locked in\nplace, a tube slid right into his gaping tail hole, and a muzzle slipped over\nhis face. The muzzle on his face, whirled, and then dug its way into his jaw\nwith tiny drills, heating up, cauterizing it, and trapping it in place. He felt\na tube slide down his nose, and snake its way into his wind pipe. He felt the\ntube in his ass inflate at the end, locking it's self in place, and then sweet merciful\ndrugs began to pump into him, and he passed out.\nHe didn't know how long he'd been out. He just knew that\nwhen he finally woke up, the hog was standing there grinning down at him. \"It\nwas so sad telling your parents that you met an unfortunate accident here on my\nfarm, you fell right into a woodchipper, and all that was left of you was a bag\nof goo. I had the chief fudge some police records, and as of this morning, you're\nofficially dead.\" The hog laughed, walking away, leaving the pup to cry. No!\nIt couldn't be true, he was here, alive, surely his parents knew that...\nTears began to roll down his cheeks. He just wanted his\nmommy. He wanted to go home... \nWeeks, maybe months past, and Davy began to notice changes\nto his body. He felt heavier. The daily force feedings must have been fatting\nhim up, and there was a tenderness in his chest around his nipples. He tried to\nignore it, but every day his pecs got sorer, and sorer. \nJohn came out one morning, and walked over to Davy's stall,\nhe reached under him, and squeezed his large baggy boy tits. \"Mmm looks like\nthose hormones paid off, you're all ready for milking. These tits are about\nready to burst.\" He felt a milker attach itself, and then he felt sweet relief\nas the milk was drained away. \nHe lost track of the passage of time, the only was he kept\ntrack was by watching the golden retriever girl in front of him. Every day her\nbelly would grow fuller, and fuller until one night John came in and helped\ngive birth to the pup inside of her. Davy cried as he realized that it was part\nGerman Shepard. The hog saw this, and patted him on his head. \"Say hello to\nyour son, boy. Better say your good byes, because he's straight off to the veal\npen. I want to make sure these pups have good marbling before I bring one of\nyour offspring to breeding age. This one will get to be about 7, before he ends\nup in my freezer.\"\nDavy saw the girl grow and give birth one more time, before\nhis number finally came up. The hog unlatched him, and he fell to the ground,\nunable to move or make a sound. He was tied up to a 4-wheeler and dragged out\nof the barn. The hog walked over to him, knife in his paw, and in one quick\nslice ended the poor puppy's life. \n"}