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.