food and smut

The fertility treatments make you feel fuzzy and warm. It’s hard to concentrate on anything too long. The first time you were led to a trough to eat mealy goop on your hands and knees, you hesitated. A firm spank on your bare ass made you reluctantly bend your head and start munching. The girl (wait, cow) next to you smacked loudly. It felt gross and embarrassing.

Now with hormones flooding your system, the feed tastes so good. You eagerly shove your face into it and basically hoover it into your system. The farmer watching you chuckles. “That’s it, cow bitch. Get nice and plump.” Your face burns with shame but you keep swallowing mouthfuls of the dense protein goop.

Within two weeks, your thighs and ass are noticeably rounder. Your tits—udders—sway more as you crawl around the large barn and the pasture you’re allowed to explore twice a day. Everything feels so hazy, so perfect.

It’s during one of your pasture crawls that you start feeling warmth between your legs. The heat comes on suddenly. Within minutes, you can think of nothing except trying to relieve the ache. Only your training keeps you from reaching a hand down to rub yourself.

The ache grows throughout the day until you’re trembling with need. A farmer comes to round the cows up for their evening meal. He’s the tall broad one with thick hands. He smacks each cow lightly on the bottom as they file past him into the barn. When it’s your turn, the slap on your rump elicits an involuntary moan. It sounds hoarse and lusty even to your ears.

The farmer pauses, looks you over, then shouts to someone in the barn. “Mark Sweetie Pie down for tomorrow, she’s in heat.” Your face burns bright red. You know exactly what’s in store for you, having watched it happen to other cows several times every day.

You can barely sleep that night. The pulsing between your legs is unbearable. Curled on your side in your hay bed, you try to rub your legs together a little. It’s no good, too little friction. Your hands and feet are tied to fence posts on opposite sides of your stall—loosely, so you can move around and sleep comfortably, but unable to touch yourself to relieve your burning need. The farmers don’t rely on a cow’s training sticking when she’s in heat.

When the farmers come to fetch you in the morning, they find you sprawled out, legs wide, moaning. It’s so embarrassing but you can’t stop. You see the tall broad one look directly at the wetness coating your thighs and you shudder with shame. It feels so good, though. Before you can stop yourself, you let out a long, low moo.

He laughs. “Don’t worry, Sweetie Pie. We’re gonna take care of that right quick for you.” You thrust your mound in the air as if begging him to take care of it right then. He laughs again. “Oh no, you horny cow bitch. We need to do it properly so we can make sure the seed takes.”

He leads you to the breeding floor. You can feel your slick juices trickling down your legs. You know everyone else can see it too. The other cows watch passively. Most of them have gone through this already. You look at the bred ones and their faces look blank and dumb. What’s about to happen to you will make you look like them. Just a placid breeding cow.

Your legs tremble as you crawl up on the mounting station. You lay face down on the mounting board and someone brusquely lifts your feet into the stirrups and then cranks them wide so your bare crotch is well exposed. Someone else fist pumps over your udders. You won’t have milk yet but getting milked and seeded at the same time is said to increase fertility. Your hands are bound down by your sides. This isn’t strictly necessary but you know the farmers like the aesthetic of a girl bound and spread, udders hanging off one end and cunt off the other. A slab of fuckmeat.

You’re left in this position for a good ten minutes. They want you to savor your first breeding. Shame pulses through your body. Your entire existence comes down to this. You’re an animal, a breeding cow, a bitch. This is what it means to be female.

When a rough hand finally lands on your rump, you gasp. Remembering yourself, you turn it into a meek moo. Your farmer, as you now think of the broad one, chuckles. “I love a cow’s first breeding,” he tells you. “You’re not really a cow until you’re properly knocked up.” You moo in agreement, face burning. One of the cows watching you clenches her legs together. Your shame is making her drip.

You hear a zipper, then—your farmer’s cock is at your entrance. Your entire body twitches, causing him to chuckle again. He takes his time, drawing his erection slowly around the glistening lips of your cow cunt. Your cow cunt! You moo in shame, this time louder. The humiliation of this is making your entire body ache with need. You’re a fuckcow!

Just as this shameful acceptance of your fate flits across your mind, your farmer impales you on his cock. Fuck, it feels so good! You groan loudly, earning a slap across your rump. You have to moo. So you do, over and over again. Each time he thrusts inside your cow cunt, you moo so loud that it echos from the rafters.

“That’s it, bitch!” the farmer grunts, pumping your hole harder. “Show me how a cow milks seed!” You obey, mooing and gripping his cock with your cow cunt. The pumps work your udders hard. Hormonal lust courses through your body.

You meet the eyes of a cow watching you. Her eyes and mouth are rounded in awe. She looks like a dumb cow. Just like you. “Moooooooo!” you bellow as your cow cunt spasms hard. You cum on the cock breeding you.

The art of mindless embroidery.

My legs are shaking when I enter the Institute. The foyer is huge and air-conditioned, and my tiny skirt barely covers my butt crack, but I’m not shivering just from the cold. Today is my Assignment.

My father checks us in at the front desk. The clerk gives me an appraising look up and down as he types my information into the terminal. His lips twitch up in a slight smirk, causing my breath to catch. What is he thinking? Maybe he’s been here long enough to guess a girl’s Assignment just by looking at her. In which case, he knows more than I do right now. “They’re ready for you,” he says to my father, his eyes still on me—or rather, on my ample breasts straining the tight blouse my mother chose for me. She said it was important to accentuate my best qualities.

As my father and I walk past reception and through the sweeping foyer, my head swivels constantly, trying to take in everything. It’s my first time in the Institute. Younger girls only go to the Girl’s Center until they are of age, like I am now.

I see a group of men in suits talking near a water cooler. A glass window into a nearby office shows another professionally clad man behind a desk, typing at his computer, seeming to ignore the half naked woman dancing suggestively against a pole in the corner. An O—Office Slut. Not every worker got one, just the important men like he must be.

We reach the elevators. My father presses a button and then turns to give me a smile. I notice his eyes briefly linger on my tight shirt. “How’s it feeling?” I blush and look down at my feet, too embarrassed to answer. My mom’s borrowed heels make my bare legs look even longer than usual, which is saying something for the tallest girl in my class.

My father rests a hand on my shoulder. “It will be over soon, girl,” he says. “Once you walk out of here, you’ll be a full grown woman with a woman’s job.” I nod, still keeping my eyes down. I wish I knew what the job would be already.

The elevator doors open with a hiss. We step in and join the only other person on the lift—a completely naked woman kneeling, facing the doors, her mouth open in a gaping O. This is a P—Public Slut. I’ve seen plenty of them around so it doesn’t shock me, even when my father unzips his pants and puts his cock in the woman’s mouth. That’s what P’s are for. I wondered how it would feel to just wait around with my mouth open waiting for a man to fill it. I might find out soon.

We reach our floor too soon for my father to finish, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He pinches the P’s cheek as he zips up, and then leads me out of an elevator. A long corridor, a turn, another P near a drinking fountain, and finally we’re inside an expansive room. It looks like a hospital wing, with a long line of beds separated by curtains.

The examining doctor and assistant appear and introduce themselves, and in no time, I’m naked on one of the beds with the two of them and my father standing over me, scrutinizing my body. The assistant, a woman wearing nothing but a lab coat, is taking notes on pad. She’s an E—Executive Slut—a female permitted to assist a professional man.

The doctor and my father have been talking. I suddenly realize I’ve been tuning them out as I take in my surroundings. “She’s clearly a B,” my father is saying. “Look at those jugs!” My nipples harden a little as all three of them stare at my bare breasts.

The doctor shakes his head. “She does fit the criteria for a Bimbo Slut,” he explains patiently, “but she also has the body for a C and those are in higher demand right now.” My heart almost stops. Everyone in my family assumed I would be a B. My mother picked out today’s outfit for it. I had never once even seen a C as they were kept on farms outside the city. I had always imagined myself as a B, pretty and lithe and flexible, lounging on yachts with rich men. Not…

“She’s a Cow,” the doctor says firmly, holding up a hand to cut off my father’s objection. “B’s bring in a lot of money but they don’t keep society functioning. I’m sorry it’s not what you wanted, but that’s where the slut is needed now.”

My father sighs, then nods. My heart pounds in my chest. I can’t believe this is happening. Cows are society’s incubators. They’re the only females allowed to be impregnated, but they’re expected to carry constantly until they can’t anymore. I’m going to be bred.

“I’ll leave you to talk to her,” the doctor says. A moment later, he and the assistant are gone and it’s just me and my father. He clears his throat.

“Girl, it’s not what we were expecting, but it’s good, honest work.” I open my mouth to say something but he continues. “The hormones they give you to increase milk production will also make you more aroused. Cows are some of the happiest cunts in the world.”

I blush deeply at my father referring to me as cattle, but I nod tentatively. It’s not like I have a choice. He smirks at my expression. “That’s a good slut,” he croons, his hand dropping between my legs. I flinch a little but remember my training and spread them wider to give him access. He starts fingering my hole, eliciting a small gasp from me. “Now, what do you call this?”

I recall my anatomy lessons on Cs as I feel my pussy lips part on my father’s fingers. “It’s…” —the words are hard to say but I force them out—“…my cow cunt.” A shudder of shame runs up my spine, causing my thighs to twitch against my father’s hand.

“Good cow,” he smirks, reaching his non-occupied hand up to squeeze one of my breasts. I moan involuntarily, eliciting a chuckle from my father. “Now what are these?”

“They’re…they’re my udders,” I moan, my hips bucking up at the humiliation of naming my cow parts. My father’s smirk widens into nearly a full smile.

“That a bitch,” he says fondly. “You’ll be fine.” He withdraws both of his hands, leaving my skin tingling and my pussy dripping as evidence of his examination.

When the doctor and assistant return, the assistant notes my obvious state of arousal clinically, causing my face to flush with embarrassment. The doctor tells my father he did a good job raising a compliant female and my father looks pleased. Soon a few forms pass hands, and my father leaves, with a promise to visit me on the farm. “You better be huge by then.” He winks at me before vanishing out the door.

The men who come by to visit will sit and talk to each other while I hump dutifully on my station. The other females of the family will bring the drinks while the men relax. Occasionally one will glance over at me and I’ll meet his eyes and instinctively hump down hard, advertising my readiness for cock. Some will smirk or laugh at the humiliating display, causing my cunt to twitch in shame.

I’ll keep humping while they discuss the terms of the sale. My father will explain that my fertility testing results are good and that I would be easily impregnated. My cunt lips naturally swell at the knowledge that one of the men will soon knock me up.

Eventually the sale is settled and the buyer walks over to come stand over me. I can feel his eyes on me while I continue pressing my pussy into my bitch station, feeling the slut juices pooling under me.

The buyer says he needs to test out the wares before he leaves, and my father nods graciously. I feel the man get into position behind me, between my spread legs, and his zipper open.

“That’s one leaky bitch hole,” he chuckles, probably seeing my pool of hump cum.

I can see my father smirk. “I’ve kept the jizz hole denied so the first fuck will make the bitch addicted to the cock that seeds her.”

I whimper in humiliation from being talked about like meat at the super market, but my hips keep moving up and down instinctively.

“Good,” I hear my new owner say, right before his cock jams into my cum funnel. “I’m going to knock up the cunt right now.”

He starts fucking into my hole. My bitch hole, as I’ve been taught to call it. The sudden sensation makes me squeal loudly as my cunt walls expand to fit his cock.

My owner slaps my ass hard. “You sound like a fuckpig,” he sneers. I whine in shame as I fuck myself back on his cock. I can’t help it, it feels so good to have the emptiness between my legs filled.

He speeds up, his cock fucking ruthlessly into my breeding hole. “That’s right, bitch,” he murmurs. “Enjoy your last moments of not being pregnant. You’ll be bred constantly from now on.”

My body shudders instinctively, as if it can already feel itself expanding from the countless pregnancies it will have to bear. The heat in my cunt grows as I near my climax and I push back harder to impale myself to the hilt of the cock breeding me.

“Please cum in the bitch hole! Please knock up my whore pussy!” My wonton bitch nature is taking over, my natural female instinct to get bred in the most humiliating posture possible. “I need to drain your cum with my jizz socket!”

“Fuck, what a dumb cunt!” My owner grunts one last time and buries his cock deep inside me. I can feel a warmth in my pussy as his seed spills into the cockhole between my legs.

I freeze for a moment, staring vacantly as I realize that I’ve just been knocked up. My belly and udders are going to swell up, permanently changing my body in response to a man’s load. I whine in humiliation just as my cunt explodes in an orgasm. My body twitches and flails while still impaled on a cock. It feels so fucking good to have a man’s seed in me.

My owner stays plugged in me for a long moment to make sure his cum reaches his mark. I can see my father nod in satisfaction. Still dazed from my shuddering orgasm, I can only pant pathetically while my cunt twitches around my breeder.

Even as he fucks you, his precum is enough to make your body tingle. he means to pull out, he has to. But your sweet cunt is just so tight, milking his shaft so hard he can't help it. Your dirty pussy needs his cum.

At first, he worries that he accidentally poisoned you because his pull-out game is weak but it turns out that when people say "mildly dangerous to humans" they mean "one hell of an aphrodisiac".

its not like i can get knocked up again, right?

so as the pregnancy progresses, through every stage, im taking cocks. load after load like a mindless whore, hormones driving me insane. really camwhoring it up, yknow? bouncing on dildos for cameras, moaning like a bitch in heat as my stomach swells larget and larger with another man's child and my breasts get full and tender.

i constantly have my holes stuffed. its the only way i can stand it, the constant craving. the need to be stuffed full and leaking hot cum. low-cut tops, push up bra's, booty shorts or mini-skirts, grinding against everything i sit on, only thinking about the next cock to service, cum to taste.

getting gangbanged, spit roasted, bent over in bathrooms and sucking cock in alleys. milky tits always leaking through everything and my fuckholes always prepped and stretched from the thick toys stuffed inside them. my nipples erect, my thighs wet from slick.

pull me into your lap, let me grind against that fat dick you're keeping from me, shove me under the table and let me make out with your bulge. make me beg to suck your balls, desperate for your cum to be inside me any way you want it. you want it, dont you? i hope you want it.

my holes are warm and ready, my body curvy and soft and gropeable. make me cum in my slutty little shorts just from teasing my sensitive teats through that embarrasing strip of fabric i call a shirt.

no matter how much cum im rewarded with, how many cocks i take, its never enough.

i sign on to be a glory hole during late nights by the clubs, and i get trussed up and presented, all my sloppy little holes ready to be used,

and its euphoric. three cocks at once, full in every hole and taking so much tasty dick juice. my brood riled from the action and providing another sensation inside me.

getting violated over and over by faceless, nameless cocks, only to go home and edge myself stupid.

god, the pregnancy's made me loose all self control. I've become a total cumslut cockwhore.

eventually, i birth the child for the couple, and the emptiness is unbearable.

i need to do it again.

Particularly fertile sluts are forced to wear collars that advertise that it’s legal to breed them anytime, anywhere, no matter if they consent

Imagine every day as a breeding slut. At work your boss pushes you down onto the desk and fucks you so hard you forget what you were working on. You’re so useless that your coworkers push you onto the ground and have their way with you because it’s not like you’re doing anything useful otherwise.

You have to get groceries on the way home. On the subway you get pulled down onto someone’s lap and bounced on their cock until cum gushes out around it and they push you to the floor to get off at their stop.

You realize you’ve missed your own stop, so you get off and hail a cab. The cab driver takes you to the grocery store near your home but before you get out he climbs in the back and fucks you so hard the car rocks. People walk by and watch with casual interest. He still makes you pay the fare–this wasn’t an exchange, your pussy is free no matter what.

In the grocery store you get pushed to the ground in the produce section and fucked by three strangers in a row. You gather up your things and go to pay. Once you’ve paid, the cashier pushes you over the counter and fucks you full of cum in thirty seconds, businesslike. The people behind you in line call you a useless slut.

On the walk home a man in his car sees you waiting for the crosswalk light, pulls over, and fucks you right on the sidewalk. You’re so dazed on the ground that you don’t notice the homeless man until he’s balls deep in you, making loud wet noises as he adds to the mess already in your fucked-out cunt.

By the time you manage to get home and eat dinner, you’re so exhausted that you’re as limp as a fuck doll as strangers walk into your home and fill you with cum.

you have the obvious fantasy where a hot piece of ass is being a little mouthy in a bar so a man barks at her to get her to ovulate and by the end of the night shes bouncing on cock as the others jerk off over her and she begs them breed to her and fill her up good. and thats so hot i’d love to become a slave to my own instinct like that

but my own current spin on it is a man cornering me and fucking me. im honestly not that into it but it was an easy fuck so i spread my legs for a stranger. i figure i’ll just get plan b once i get out of this, but he cums inside and spanks my ass and leans down and whispers “hold fucking still or i’ll induce it”

and i freeze my heart pounding because i can’t, i’m in college, there’s no way i could risk getting pregnant, why would he do this to me?

so i stay still and as his cum drips out of my hole and traces my pussy, leaking down into my underwear still around my ankles, he takes pictures of me and my pussy and the show we’re putting on. i shudder every time the camera flashes

he switches to video, turns me around, and tells me to say i loved it. i hesitate, but he pulls back his lips to make that awful tongue click that would make me fertile and i stutter out “i-i loved it…i loved being fucked”

he nods, stops recording, and then gives me his number. “cum stays alive inside your snatch for three days you know,” he says, “so if you know what’s good for you, you’ll hit me up and let me cum inside again before those three days are up, or else i’ll find you and say the magic word”

i begin crying but my pussy is starting to drip with my wetness in addition to his cum as i say “o-okay”

and so it begins. every other day i get fucked and he takes pictures and videos of me. he fills my ass and my mouth, he paints my ass and back and boobs, but he always ends the night by cumming deep inside me. he always make me say such humiliating things, calling him daddy or master and saying how i love being a slut for him, how he makes me so wet, how im just a horny hole for him. a month into the arrangement he demands i start cumming with him or he’ll activate me, and so i furiously begin rubbing my clit every time he fucks me. to my mortification it never takes more than a couple rubs to cum, that’s how turned on it makes me

at a certain point, as im sucking his cock, he places a flashdrive down next to me. i make a questioning sound but dont pull off his dick. the thought never occurred to me. it’s like i belong here

“this is a compilation of all your best moments slut” he says. “so now you have one last choice. let me induce ovulation in you and get you knocked up, or let those photos and videos go onto the internet”

my heart is frozen and i stare up at him in horror. he moans at my expression and cums in my throat and i choke

i swallow what i can and pull off and cough out what i cant, my tits flecked with my spit and his cum, and he pulls me up and spreads my legs and slams into my dripping pussy

“answer bitch,” he snarls, “and make sure you cum”

i cry, reaching down to rub my clit as he pounds me, rocking on the bed from his thrusts. “i- i-“

“make a choice or i’ll choose for you,” he snaps, and i cry harder while my pussy takes over, my only thoughts being what i realize now he’s trained in me: i need to cum on his cock like he said, and my pussy certainly knows how she wants to get off

“b-breed me! induce ovulation i-i don’t care,” i squeal, and it’s like he knew i’d choose this because he immediately clicks his tongue and my brain turns off, my body hot

i howl and slam my hips back against his, reaching up to pull him down, letting him rut deep inside me, and he groans at the pulse of my pussy, how much wetter and warmer it’s gotten now that im activated

it doesnt take long for either of us to cum, but we continue fucking, my dripping snatch not nearly satisfied yet, and he’s more than happy to make sure his stupid dumb bitch gets properly knocked up

he fucks me on my back, on my knees, has me bounce on his cock while i let him see the sway of my tits, on our sides, every single position imaginable. when he’s drained his balls completely in me and im petting and rubbing my slightly cum-swollen womb, he chuckles, tosses the thumbdrive, and pulls me closer

“i knew you would make the right choice” he says and i moan. “youll be such a good father to our kids, hm? my special breeding bitch”

i moan and nod