Day 109 - another chapter in the series

Day 109

By Lardfill, November 7, 2022

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A continuing chapter in the "Day One" series that gets a bit 'unwholesome'.

Day 109

I squealed out like a pig as the worker slid his forearm out of my asshole and rammed it back in to his elbow.  He pumped his muscled arm in rapid pulses after pushing his fist in as far as he could.   I moaned deeply, drool slobbering out of my mouth, as the other pigs around me hungrily ate, most of them already satisfied by the worker's aggressive fisting in an hour-long marathon that had him elbow deep (or deeper) at every stall.

I just kept eating from the trough as the man made his way, one-by-one, to every pig in the room.  He wore full-arm plastic gloves that he slathered with a thick white cream from a large unmarked tub before plunging it deep into every fat wobbling ass in the room.  Some pigs, mostly the smaller ones, squealed out in panic the whole time, but every one of the larger pigs were so used to the treatment that they either just moaned or grunted lightly from having a whole forearm lodged into their stretched holes.   Only the fattest pigs in the room were completely un-phased by the rough fisting, silently gorging as the man sank his entire arm into their mammoth ass cheeks and yanked it in and out like they were trying to start an outboard motor.

I was finding the man's brutal fisting to be a mix of pleasure and pain as he forced himself in further every time, starting with a few fingers the first day but now he was nearly elbow deep.   My eyes kept rolling back into my head as he jiggled his strong firm arm inside of me, working his arm in deeper as he did.   I could feel the lubricating ointment working deep into my guts, numbing and tingling inside of me.   I knew it wasn't just lubrication, there was some sort of medication or hormone in the concoction because after each fisting session, I became ravenous to a point where I would zone out mentally.  Hours of time would pass with my greedy snout in the trough - I was gorging myself the entire time but I would have no clear memory of doing it.   

When his greasy gloved arm slid from my tired hole, I was so close to cumming that I tried to back my ass up onto his leaving fingertips.  He snickered and toyed with my hole for a few seconds before leaning in close and whispering, "One more - just 'cause you've been such a good piggy..."

The man grabbed a heaping handful of the white ointment from the tub that wobbled heavily in his palm.   He carefully pushed his open fist up to my hungry asshole and used his other hand to pry my sphincter open while he drove the handful of cream deep inside of me.    I relaxed and opened my hole as much as I could as he slid his entire hand inside with the oversized dose of special ointment saturating my colon and intestines.   

I could feel my anus relax more as the tingling feeling took over.   His arm plunged deep before he flexed his tightened fist at the maximum point he could go, squeezing out all the ointment into my guts.   I felt a sugar rush as a wave of euphoric hunger flooded through my body.   I groaned out loudly, unsure if I had cum or not, and began to take wild bites at the mess of food in front of my face.   I couldn't think about anything else - not the arm jostling around inside of me... not the jealous faces of the other pigs as I received another dose of the treatment from the worker... All that I could think about was satisfying the raging hunger that was bubbling up inside of me.    

"That's it... let it do its magic," the worker said as he slowly pulled his arm out, making sure he didn't pull out any of the ointment with it.

The man patted me on the ass and left my stall, closed the gate and then approached the pig next to me who was so used to the fisting that he just continued eating while getting rocked back and forth by the forceful ramming from behind.   The sloppy suction sounds of the fisting combined with the sound of a hundred feasting slobs was the only thing that I could remember about the next five hours.   I ate like my life depended on it and didn't look up from the trough the entire time.   I saw only a slowly moving sludge of mangled food in front of me and I ate every morsel that I could.   

There was no nighttime for the pigs to sleep.   The room was kept lit like a factory warehouse, and the feeding never stopped.   The trough always flowed and if you weren't face deep in it, you were missing out on the food that others would get to eat.   Pigs would eat until they passed out, usually.   One minute, you'd have a pig eating next to you and you'd notice them starting to slow their pace or they'd begin to groan with every labored swallow, and then the next minute, the overfed porker would slump to the side and flop to the floor and sleep.   The hugely fat pig next to me was so fat that his belly kept him standing upright on all fours, his sleeping face snoring and drooling onto the food that slid to me from under his fat pig face.

"Butterball's finished, so Chorizo here gets to take his place," a gruff voice suddenly said from the neighbouring pig's stall.   

"I fucking love seeing them at this stage," another worker added.  "Those little pig feet trying to stand, but the belly just keeps getting bigger."

"Once they get to that spot at the end of the line and those legs start lifting up and sticking out to the sides..." the first worker said, licking his lips.   "That massive fat ass rising up and spreading open... always ready for a good fucking."

"Gotta keep all that meat tender," the other worker firmly, slapping the pig's ass and wriggling one of his fingers around in his sleeping asshole before looking up around the room at all the other pigs.    "Tender and happy.   Stupid fuckers.   Keep eating you fat fucks.   Pack it in.   There's always more."

"Aright, let's get this one down at the end of the line while he's sleeping and get the fresh one in," the worker said, attaching a metal arm to the metal grate panel under the pig.   

The worker pumped the large handle back and forth, driving the hydraulics that gently lifted the pig up a foot off the floor.   The other worker casually drove a heavy duty palette lifter under the pig and they lowered him onto its platform and drove him away like he was just some product in a storage facility.   I could see them drive the oversized pig down to the end of the trough and lower him into place where an enormous pig had previously been since I had arrived at the feeding room.

The gargantuan blob of a pig had been one of my favourite views since arriving.  It was hard to distinguish anything about him because his blubber-inflated body had warped his already-altered features.  He had a pig snout and ears like the rest of us, but his eyes had been almost swollen shut from all the lard filling his face.   His forehead had swelled with fat and his ears were folded shut as rolls of flesh made his frame sink so deep that he truly looked inhuman.  I loved watching him eat and how his face would almost reveal itself as it pushed deep into the food, pulling the heavy mass of facial fat back briefly as he gulped at the sloppy mess of food at the end of the trough.  

He was gone now.   I hadn't even see it happen while I was stuffing my face for the entire day, but they had removed him from the room as far as I could see, but my view was limited.   All I saw was raised flabby asses and a line of food smeared piggish faces along the trough, but I knew that something must have happened to him - a body can't sustain itself when it's filled with a literal ton of lard.   I watched as they moved my neighbour pig that they always called 'Chorizo" into the spot at the end of the trough where the blob they had called 'Butterball' had been.   

I looked up to see the once-beefy pig across the trough from me looking down at the end of the trough too.   He looked over to me and we shared a moment where neither of us had to say anything, we both knew what we were both thinking.

"What happened to him?  What happens to us?"

We silently stared at each other as the food slowly crept by under our noses.   I was gaining so fast that I would soon end up like 'Chorizo', down at the end of the line.   The pig across from me used to have muscle definition and a face that still looked partially human, but now he was covered in a thick layer of hairy blubber and his remaining handsome human features were getting softened with fat.   He looked even less like a man now, his plumped features looking less strong and capable as he stared back at me from his stall.   We were fattening so fast - how long would it be before I was at the end of the trough, or suddenly gone from the room?

A bell rang from the corner of the room and a couple additional honks from machinery sounded.  We both looked up as the network of pipes above the troughs groaned and began dribbling a creamy liquefied lard again.   There was always a steady dripping of lard that rained onto the troughs from above, but occasionally there was a downpour where the flow increased to the rate of a fully-opened faucet that poured down into the food from dozens of spots.

The food in the trough quickly transformed into a landscape flooded with greasy semi-translucent rivers of lard, pooling in temporary ponds and lakes before overfilling into the valleys and canyons created in the food by a hundred ravenous mouths.   The beefy pig and I stared at each other as the soup of lard poured down and drenched the piles of burgers, cake, pizza, fried foods, sausages, potato, casseroles and desserts.    He began drooling and whimpering, still staring at me with the last grasps of his humanity wild in his eyes.  

I looked up at the pipes and then back to the pig, who looked down towards the end of the trough and then back up to the pipes above us.   We both lowered our heads down to the lard-drowned landscape between us and we both nodded with grave expressions on our faces.   A worker passed by and stopped when he noticed us not eating.

"Hey Frank! I think these two know what's going on," the man said bluntly.

"Oh yeah?  These two here?  'Speck' and 'Fatback'?" the other worker asked with a grin.

"I told them that they were too smart to place together," the man said, adding, "Guess they need some extra work done on them..."

"You want me to get a couple fuck machines prepped?" the worker asked.

"Yeah, with the purple attachments... the horse ones... give them something else to think about for a while," the man said as they chuckled together, deciding which of us they were going to fuck.   "But first, they need some natural lubricant in there."

The smaller sized worker picked me and the burly one picked the pig across the trough from me.   He was still staring at the lard oozing in thick rivers over the mess of food - he looked scared and on the verge of backing away from the trough.  The burly worker threw his rubber apron to the side to reveal an oversized, misshapen erection that looked like he spent years vacuum pumping his cock and balls.   He slapped the engorged swollen meat against the pig's fat ass and began rubbing the girthy bulbous head of it up and down over the pig's asshole in preparation for his first thrust inside.

The man behind me had a normal sized cock that slipped into my hole with ease but he rammed it in rough in order to push it in as deep as he could.  His hips thrust hard and fast, pounding my ass like a jackhammer as he grabbed onto my body and leaned all his weight into me.   My face was pushed into the food with force and I let out a deeply satisfied moan as I took a big soupy mouthful of lard-soaked sausages and mashed potatoes.   

I looked up from my blissful gorging when the pig across from me yelped and began squealing in protest as the burly worker crammed his monstrous cock into his asshole in one long, slow push.   The pig's mouth fell open and a deep gasp escaped as his entire face was forced deep into the pile of food in front of him.   The brute of a man rode him slowly, taking time to pull his entire over-filled sausage of a cock out entirely before forcing it back in.  The pig relaxed slightly and bubbles splattered up around his lard-drowned head.   He pulled his face up from the slop and took a long breath before dropping his face back into the food to gulp it down wildly.  

I joined him, rapidly eating at the same feverish pace as the man latched onto me as he bred my flabby ass so aggressively that it was getting attention from the others in the room.  The  pigs around us were grunting and pushing their asses up as high as they could while they ate, instinctively trying to present themselves as the sound of firm flesh slapping into nearly liquid cellulite echoed throughout the room.  My body went limp as I was fucked senseless.   I laid my head to the side in the trough, facing up into the flow of the food sludge that was slowly sliding towards me, and opened my mouth as wide as I could to let the rivers of lard and soft soup of food flow into my face.

The man started fucking even harder when he saw my passionate greed for more.   I had gone from questioning the disappearance of the massive blob of a pig and the new overflow of lard just minutes ago, and now I was diving my face into the mess of it to try to get as much into my body as possible.   I couldn't control myself.   

The man grabbed the rolls on the back of my neck and pushed his weight onto it as he began slowing the pace of his thrusts but not the force of them.  My face sunk deeper into the lardy slop and I began to chug it, opening my throat and letting it pour in before he let go of my neck and let me take in a deep breath.  He didn't have to push on my neck again - I just plunged my face in deeper and grunted happily as he tensed up and gave me a full-body squeeze.   His cum flooded into my ass and he began gently biting and slobbering on my neck rolls, moaning as his tongue slid between the creases and his cock throbbed with his last drops.

I looked up to see the burly man had already cum and was now fisting the beefy pig to keep him face-deep in the food.   The man behind me had begun to wheel something over and locked it into place.  I couldn't see what he was doing but I soon felt it as a slimy cold rubber object smeared across my dripping asshole.  

"This is so you can't stop eating," the man said as he lined a fuck machine up at my already-used asshole.  "I know that you know where that lard is from, and I also know how to keep you ravenous even when you're full.   You're such a disgusting pig, gobbling it all up because you just can't help yourself when you're horny.   All you want to do is eat and fuck.  It's all you're good for, soaking up lard and soaking up my cum.   Empty that trough so you can fill it back up, Fatback."

He turned on the fuck machine and that was the last thing I could remember before the daze of gluttony took over again and I found myself too full to think but too hungry to stop eating.  A monstrous dildo shaped like some massive creature's cock stretched me open and dove deep into my guts.   I felt powerless and completely dominated as it robotically pushed in and pulled out, shoving my snout into the food and erasing every thought from my brain.

I gulped down more lard and devoured the food like an animal.   The pig across from me had instantly become competition for me again.   I wanted to eat it all and not let him get any.   It was my food and my lard - I needed it more than him, or any of the other pigs.   I grunted in rhythm with the fuck machine's piston and gulped down another messy mouthful from the never-ending flow of food in the trough.   I was determined to eat it all.   Nothing was going to stop me from becoming the fattest hog they've ever seen.   I wanted to overflow the trough with my lard.

I opened my throat and let it flood in.