Farmgirl
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I look down at the farm below, I know he's down there, I know he's got plans for me this morning, I just don't know what they are. I pull my dungarees on and stomp downstairs in my boots, putting the feed into the animals troughs and checking to ensure they're all well fed.
Little did I know that I'd be joining them before long...
I pause at the cows shed and look in, one of the pens there is empty, no sign of the cow that was in there. I walk down to see that someone's opened the back of the pen and let them walk out, sighing as I move in to see where they've gone.
A pair of strong hands take my arms and move them behind my back, the unmistakable sound of a zip tie being done up and my boobs push forwards as the hands move up my arms, locking my elbows in place.
"What...." I open my mouth to question what's happening, in time to feel something long and cold slide in between my teeth. I try to push it out, but years of being a good girl leave me unable to resist something long in my mouth and I instinctively suck it in. Another zip tie around my ankles and I totter back and forth, shuffling uncomfortably as I feel the vibrations starting in the machine.
It's for feeding cows, I'll burst...
My panic must be obvious as I feel his hands on my butt, my back.
"Don't worry..." His voice, gentle, low, calming, "It's time you stopped working so hard, I'm going to look after you from this point forwards."
I try to relax as my throat bulges, looking up at the hopper above me as he adjusts the flow, his hands unbuttoning my dungarees so that he can rub oil into my belly as I feel the first load dumping into me. I feel the weight dropping into me, my legs trembling as I get heavier, my belly starting to ache as I feel the pressure building, the mass inside me increasing. I squall as I feel his hands all over me, then the warmth of his breath...
There...
I moan as his tongue shoots up into me, like a lightning bolt of pleasure as I tremble there, my muscles in the confused state of straining and pulsing, time ceases to have any meaning for me as he keeps me up on the edge of explosion, continually edging me to the point of popping but letting me slide down the curve every time.
It's dark when the machine stops and the tube slips out of my mouth. I stand wide legged as he does the dungarees up, now skin tight on my body as I lumber forwards, my hands cradling the mass of my belly as I waddle towards the exit, not enough light to see what's happened to me.
In the pale moonlight, I look down in shock at what he's done to me...
My belly is huge, not just tight, but massive and heavy, my creamy skin pushing out to both sides as I bulge out of the sides of my dungarees.
How much did he put in me?
I waddle back to the house, peeling off my dungarees and looking in the mirror. What stares back at me is a woman easily pregnant with twins, her belly arcing up from her pelvis to just between her now massive tits. I hear the phone ring, reaching down slowly with my legs spread to keep my balance.
"Good girl," I hear his voice, "I know you normally sleep in the buff, but tonight you need to wear the things I got for you."
I walk through to the bedroom where a sports bra and pair of speedo shorts sit. It takes me more than twenty minutes to struggle into them, my new heaviness making it impossible to end and flex, I slump to the bed, hearing the springs groan at my increased weight. Exhausted by the day, sleep comes quickly.
I wake with a start, the weight of me keeping me down as I look down at my body, now back to being thin, but weighing the same as I did when I went to bed. I stand and the enormous shorts fall off my smaller ass, I look down at the end of the bed to see a rubber catsuit there, the phone rings again.
"You wear that to the barn today," His voice deep and commanding.
I struggling into the catsuit, a half ton of talc managed to get me in there, and I feel absurd squeaking down the stairs, Catwoman in a pair of wellies. I look in the mirror.
More like FatCatwoman...
I squeak out to the feeding pens and then move on to the barn, looking around as the suit holds me together. I feel his hands behind me again, not resisting this time as the zip ties go on me. He pushes my legs apart, putting a spread bar between my ankles as he straps me in. The tube comes down and I open my lips to let it slide in, squatting slightly as I feel the catsuit straining around my butt. I twerk experimentally and hear the seams going, twerking again as I feel the tube engaging, then again.
A thick ripping sound echoes from behind me and the back of the catsuit bursts open as the cold air rushes in and exposes my ass and pussy.
"Bad girl," I hear the amusement in his voice as he lines up behind me, "Now I have to punish you."
I twerk again and then straighten up as another tube slips into me, this one thick and meaty, my eyes open wide as my molten insides wrap around him, feeling my descent into erotic madness beginning.
I pulse and heave, the catsuit squeaking and groaning as I get bigger and bigger, just a huge mass of woman jiggling and heaving as she gets bigger and bigger. I feel his rough hands on my hugeness as he pumps at me, again edging me up the pleasure chain but not letting it tighten too much. I twerk on him furiously, trying to get him to go off In me, but he rides me like a prize steer, always careful not to go too deep. I feel the pressure increasing as he pumps and pumps, my heavy body sloshing and heaving.
RIP....
An explosion of talc sprays the entire barn as the catsuit bursts all the way up my back, my fat exploding through it, my tits exploding the front, leaving it a tattered ruin on my immensity. I feel his rough hands on me, clawing at it, his cock going deeper, moaning my frustration as he keeps us both on the edge but not letting us go over.
Night falls and he pulls the tube out, releasing me from my bindings and letting me waddle back up to the house in only my wellies. I look in the mirror, bigger than I was yesterday, but tighter, my thighs massive with muscle as I look at the bed, seeing a different pair of panties and a bra that resembles a catapult harness. The phone rings again and I strain to answer.
"Did you enjoy today?" He asks
"I wanted you to cum," I pout, "I wanted to cum."
"Patience," I hear his smile down the phone, "Tomorrow you'll understand."
I sleep restlessly, waking as the bed snaps in the middle, propelling my heaviness to the floor. I bend in the middle and blush furiously as my shorts explode off my tight ass, the bra already in tatters from the pressure of my tits in them. I rise up slowly and look out to the barn, caressing my tight heaviness, feeling the fat pulsing within me, but I'm still not much bigger than when I started. The floor creaks with every step my swollen feet make on them. I look in the mirror, my pussy lips have bloated, now huge, pink rubber lips, like I've been on a vacuum pump all night.
How can I be heavier but not bigger?
I look down at the bed, another catsuit there, this one looking reinforced. I struggle into it with the help of some oil, squeaking down the stairs, my foot going through the last one as I step heavily down.
Can't go back up there now...
I walk slowly back to the barn, the weight on me pressing down as I lumber forwards, still tight and hard inside the suit, but weighing three times what I did. I look into the barn and see a metre high metal pole emerging from the ground, a seat at the end of it with a gleaming dildo on the end greased and glistening.
"I don't want that..." I call into the air, "I want your pole..."
"If you take that," I hear his voice, "You'll get my pole..."
I lumber forwards and lift my leg high, positioning the end of the pole against my ass. The weight makes me drop down and I hear the seams tearing and howl as the dildo slips all the way up me, sitting down heavily it is spears me to the stomach. I reach down as a bulge appears in the catsuit where the dildo attempts to chestburst me. I feel his hands on my head and a rubber helmet comes down, encasing my head in a soundless, lightless prison. He moves around the front of me and I gulp as I'm pierced in the pussy, realising that I can't resist with my pussy swollen the way it is. My ass vibrates as the pump starts and I slap my belly hard, hearing his gasp as the fat inside me turns into a wave, forcing him to ride it.
Trapped in the hood, I become his sex toy, jiggling and growing, heaving and fucking, the catsuit detonates from my massive body and I feel him clutching at me as he rides the wave of my huge body, his body tight against mine, my body now huge, helpless as I grow and grow. He pulls the hood from my head and I see that it's dark, the articulated trailer in the barn now carrying sheets as I realise he's made me a new bed. I lumber over very slowly, every step a massive effort as the weight of me threatens to overwhelm me and send me blubberously to the floor. I look in the mirror, a woman possessed of massive muscular legs, a torso nearly spherical with pressure, and tits the size of the cow that used this barn stares back at me, her arms still thin and muscular, her face still lean and tight somehow.
"What have you done to me?" I moan softly as I crawl onto the trailer.
"Tomorrow you'll see..." I hear his smile.
I lay on the trailer, feeling helpless as my body churns and stretches, the soft gurgling of my weight now sloshing me from side to side as he pulls the covers over me.
I wake to find myself weighing more than the Titanic, my body hard and tight again, heavy with muscle and tight of belly and boobs. I look up through dulled eyes as he looks down at me.
"I'm heavy..." I moan softly, feeling the maddening pulse of my pussy down below, starved of release for more than three days, "I want to cum, I need to cum..."
"I know..." He smiles and brushes his hand through my hair, "But if you cum, you'll get everything that I've put into you for days, and all at once..."
"I'll be a tank..." I look up at him wide eyed.
"Yes you will," He brushes against me and I feel his raging hard on in his pants, "A tank full of me."
My eyes open wider and I shuffle onto my back, my legs opening wider than my eyes, "Give it to me, I want to carry what you have."
"Just like that?" He grins in amusement.
"Right fucking now," I grip his cock furiously.
He smiles and pulls back, his cock like a pole in my hand.
"No you don't..." I grin and grip him like a vise, pulling him yelping on to the trailer and casting him to the deck. I scramble up, pinning him to the trailer with the massive weight of me, feeling my massive pussy lips divide over the greased pole as I move up him and then...
Contact...
I howl in pleasure as he pierces me to the core, his eyes roll up in his head as he feels my weight descend on him, my huge fat pussy spreading over him, his hands on my giant leaking tits. I ride him hard, my pussy aching for release as I soar up the pleasure curve.
"If you cum, you'll never leave the barn..." he looks up at me with a wicked smile on his face.
"I don't want to leave the barn," I pant as I hunker down on him, "I want to stay here as your fuck doll."
"Don't you want more?" He asks
"M...ore..?" I groan as I feel myself starting to go.
"Don't you want children?"
I pause in my frantic pumping and lower myself down to him, pinning him to the trailer with my gigantic milk tanks. "You want to give me children...?" I feel tears beginning at the corner of my eyes.
"You're full of fertility hormones," He smiles, "I go off in you and you're carrying me forever."
"But you want to give me...."
"I want you big, bouncy, and bountiful," He smiles up at me, "I'll take care of you from here..."
I feel my heart pound as I ride him faster, my hips vibrating as I desperately work at pulling his promise from him.
My head goes back as my insides explode, a torrent of fluids erupting between us as I squirt like I've never squirted before. I look down in shock as my whole body tightens, watching as my legs swell up, my belly becoming a massive balloon of juice, my tits...
Fuck, I'm going to smother him...
I lean back as he holds me there, my body swelling like the earth goddess as he lets me ripple my way into impossible, delicious hugeness. I roll back to avoid crushing him, watching as my legs breach a hundred inches around, now pulling the splits as my belly erupts upwards.
Mount Abigail...
As if he's read my thoughts, I feel him pushing in to my mountainous body, his cock not going all the way in, only dipping, and then I realise that with me this big, he needs to get through all my layers before he can get into me.
"Push," I shout, "PUSH...."
I feel him gather up handfuls of my flesh and lance forwards, his meaty pole penetrating my outer layers, my inner layers, my...
I howl as his cock head pops into my innermost cave, a brief thought flashes through my head as I remember what happened to the last woman who took all those hormones.
They never got her off the birthing bed...
I try to wrap my huge legs around him, slapping my huge belly with my tight arms, the wave rippling around me on both sides, till it reaches him, I feel him tense as he tries to resist the wave, his voice rising in pitch as he tries to hold back.
"AAAAAAAAABBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE."
I lay back, fulfilled, well, filled full, I'll never leave this barn, but hearing his ascending cries, I smile.
I can live with that...
Been enjoying life up here.
BouncyBitch
