Date: Sun, 30 Jun 2013 14:56:09 -0600 From: Douglas Marx <douglas.marx.4@gmail.com> Subject: Pig Farm; Chapter 2; Story codes: M, MM, SM, mc Disclaimer: By entering this site you agree that you are 18 years of age or older, and that the content of this site is legal in your country or jurisdiction. Warning: This erotic fiction contains sexual experiences between fictional males. If this is not your thing, leave now. Furthermore, any similarity to any person, place or thing living or dead is merely coincidental. There is no safe sex in this story because it is fiction. Remember: In real life, play as safe as possible preferably no exchange of bodily fluids. My stories are copyrighted and are not available for use under any condition. Please forward all comments to douglas.marx.4@gmail.com. Support nifty.org. We have all shot our loads reading Nifty. Show appreciation at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. Thank you. Enjoy. 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Joe ordered. The service was cafeteria style. Kurt and Joe had to stand in line, which took some time with 100 other men. Kurt could see guys returning to their seats with massive quantities of food. He whispered to Joe, "I could never eat that much." Joe responded with, "Kurt, you are going to have to eat a lot. For a while it is going to be hard, but you will get used to it. You have to clean your plate. The servers will be a little easier on the new guy, particularly because you haven't had any drugs to help create your appetite. Once the drugs kick in, it won't be as bad." When they got to the serving area, the server gave Kurt a large dinner plate with a good 14-ounce steak, a heaping quantity of mashed potatoes with gravy, and green beans dripping in butter. He also received a quart of beer and a large glass of milk. "Joe, I don't even drink, let alone beer. I don't like the taste." "Kurt, you have no choice. Beer is a great weight gaining option. The staff won't give you any more than this quart because they don't want the guys getting drunk, but you got to drink it anyways." They returned to their seats. Joe instructed, "Now you have all the time in the world to eat this. The best thing to do is take it slow. It will be easier to get it all down. Plus, there is pot in the potatoes so if you eat those first, you will get hungrier for the rest of the meal. Remember, you must eat it all." Kurt had never eaten this much food in a day, let alone at a single meal. And, he certainly wouldn't eat something with this many calories involved. Kurt was a narcissist and he wanted his beautiful, slender, toned body to last as long as possible. How else was he going to get laid? If he didn't look "West Hollywood or Chelsea" perfect, the gay community would shun him. This was Kurt's mindset. Kurt looked around to see the guys going to town on their meals. He even saw some go back for seconds. Kurt thought, `That will never be the case for me.' Slowly Kurt ate. He took Joe's suggestion and ate the potatoes and gravy first. Within a few minutes, Kurt could feel himself getting stoned. The pot did help relax him. He later found out that there was antianxiety medication in the potatoes as well. He cut and chewed the steak carefully so that each bite took a minute. He didn't drink any fluids until after the meal was over. Kurt drank the milk, and then chased it with the beer. He was so stuffed. He looked down and saw that his belly was bloated. What he didn't realize at that moment was that he would never see his hot, flat, six-pack stomach ever again. When he awoke the next morning the paunch was already started. Joe took Kurt's hand after they finished leading him back to the main barn living area where they laid next to each other on a lounge. Joe put his arm around Kurt, while the two of them looked down at their extended bellies. Kurt came close to crying, but he didn't want to hurt Joe's feelings with his attitude about fat guys. What was more shocking was that he became conscious that he genuinely cared about Joe from just the short few hours he had known him. This was another thing Kurt was not used to; caring about another man's feelings. Even though this was the worst day of Kurt's life, in hindsight, he would look upon it as the best day of his life because it was the day his pretty queen gay attitude started to crumble of its own weight (sort of speak). The two new friends relaxed quietly for several minutes when Joe broke the silence. "I assume you would like to know a little more now of what is going on here." Kurt did and didn't, but said, "Yes." Joe started to explain, "As I said before, this place is known as the Pig Farm. All the guys here, including yourself, have been especially selected to get oversized. Some of them will be just fat, while others will have muscle with their fat. You are probably in that category, as I am. That is why my chest, arms, legs and butt have muscles. I've been built up quite a bit in the weeks that I have been here. When you get to the appropriate size for a particular buyer, you will be sold off and taken away." "You mean, as in slavery!" Kurt interrupted. "Yes, as in slavery. There is a small group of wealthy gay men around the world who like fat and/or beefy muscle guys. Many of them are not in a position to have such a man by their side. Some of them may be married to a woman. Others may need a hot, trophy husband for looks. Believe it or not, not every gay man likes the kind of look you represent; that trim, low body fat, lean muscle man you see in the mags and porn. The guys that turn them on sexually don't fit into what society expects, therefore, they must buy a man strictly for their sexual needs." "This sounds awful." Kurt started to tear up. "There, there baby. It will be ok. Part of what will make it ok is constantly being slightly stoned and the antianxiety medication. Besides, there is no escape, so you might as well accept the situation for what it is. This place may look harmless enough inside this barn; however, all the doors are locked and can only be opened in case of extreme emergency. The place is surrounded by a large security force. You probably didn't notice because of your state-of-mind upon arrival earlier. You would not be killed should you attempt escaping because there is too much money already invested. That being said, you would not appreciate the kind of torture they would inflict on you, either. This is the other reason everyone here is so mellow, there is no other sound choice." "But, my beautiful body! I don't want to be fat." Kurt exclaimed. "Let it pass the best you can, Kurt. At least, you are on the muscle track, which means you will have exercise. They will be giving you large shots of testosterone and steroids. You will bulk up. I already gained twenty pounds and much of it is muscle. I mean, look at me. I would never have the discipline to even be this muscular in the outside world. I love how my chest looks. My arms are huge in comparison to my arrival. Surprisingly, I feel more like a man." Joe started absentmindedly playing with his enlarged nipples. Kurt couldn't wait for an opportunity to fuck this guy. Kurt was surprised because he never noticed muscles before. He liked the slim look, yet, Kurt's cock got hard looking at Joe's chest and elongated nipples. Kurt asked, "How did your nipples get so big? Is that natural or did that happen here?" Joe replied, "That happened here. Every afternoon during our downtime we are connected up to suction machines to make our nipples extend out from our chests. Playing with them makes me hot. I never realized how erogenous nipples are. Have you noticed the size of the nipples on some of these guys, particularly the muscle men? You got to admit, Kurt, they are hot." Kurt argued with himself some more, but did relinquished to Joe, "Yes, your nipples are very hot. Joe, why don't you have any hair on you body?" Joe responded, "The second day I was here I was led to a dipping pool. The goon told me to get in and stay in for fifteen minutes. After about five minutes, my skin started to burn. Soon I was screaming at the top of my lungs, but the man hovering over me was so big that I stayed in the pool. Eventually, the burning subsided. When the fifteen minutes was up, I emerged from the pool. The goon sprayed me with a hose to wash off the chemicals and when I looked down I no longer had hair." Joe started to cry at this moment, "The goon said to me, 'Faggots don't deserve body hair because faggots aren't men.' It was the most hurtful thing. I am too a man, Kurt. I am. I feel more like a man today than ever." Joe cried for a few more minutes. Kurt was beside himself in empathy; another emotion Kurt was unused to. Then Joe composed himself and continued with the story of what goes on around the Pig Farm. "If you were on the other track, the fat track, they would be giving you estrogen so your nipples and pectorals would become plump and soft. Some guys are castrated to increase the fattening process. I have seen three guys get castrated since I've been here. The ceremony, as the Pig Farm calls it, occurs in the dining hall. Everyone must watch so that there is no question about who is in charge. After it is over, the chef puts the testicles in a special plate of spaghetti and meatballs. Two of the meatballs contain the testicles. The plate is served to the man who just had them removed. He must eat it all and we must all watch. He is forced to eat his own balls. All of them barely make it through the meal and they cry the entire time." "Oh my God, that is horrible." "Yes, Kurt, it is horrible. No question; however, that ties for one of the other worse things that go on here. There is a special section not part of this main complex. This is specifically set aside for the immobiles." "What are immobiles?" Kurt was afraid to ask. "The immobiles are the ones that are being fattened to the point where they will not be able to move. There are very few buyers for these guys; however, the few there are pay big bucks. The Pig Farm gets these guys up to about 400 pounds and then sells them. But there is more. During their time here, they smoke cigarettes constantly; four to five packs a day. That is why they are in a separate area." "Cigarettes?" "Yes, it is to reduce their lung capacity to the point of wheezing. Once they are sold, the buyer has the further entertainment of getting them up to 500 to 600 pounds. At that stage, they cannot move. The buyer does all his sexual shit on the immobile man. Naturally, between the weight and the constant smoking, they don't live very long so they have to be replaced often. This is another threat the Pig Farm lays on us; if we don't cooperate, we could end up in the special section regardless of what the original intent of our capture was." Kurt started to cry more. Joe put his arms around Kurt to allow him to process via a good sob. Then, the bell rang again and Joe said, "Ok baby, that's enough for now. We have to go back to the dining hall for dessert." Kurt said, "Dessert! Jesus. I'm still stuffed." But, off they went and got in line. Tonight was strawberry shortcake with whip cream and ice cream served in a huge bowl. The cake was at least 4x4x4 with four scoops. "Eat it all." Joe reminded. Kurt did manage to eat it all. There must have been more pot in the cake because he could feel himself getting stoned again. Afterward, Joe took Kurt's hand and led him to his bed. He kissed him goodnight and said he would see him in the morning warning that they would have a busy day tomorrow. Kurt could only imagine the horror of tomorrow. But there was one bright spot in all this, Kurt thought he was falling in love. ----------------------------------- Your thoughts and feelings on this story are extremely appreciated. Please send any comments to: douglas.marx.4@gmail.com