THE FARMHAND CONTRACTS

Warning: Vore, Gay Themes

Tennessee was an older Stallion. He finally decided he needed help around his farm, but he had an idea when he sipped a bit too much whiskey one night.

“Uggggghh---” the stallion groaned. “What were you thinkin’ Ten…” he trailed off.

The black stallion idly rubbed his gigantic gut sitting in his lap, as he rocked back and forth on his rocking chair watching the sun set over his farm. Kicks, and bulges of arms and hands could be seen on the tautness of his belly, the souls inside trying their best to escape. “You lot ain’t going nowhere.” Tennessee said towards the top of his stomach. 

The three “unlucky” farmhands that were now inside the equine man each signed a 6 month contract. The contract stipulated that they would work 8 hours per day, the pay rate, their living situations… Nobody actually reads contracts.

Tennessee shook his belly up and down, trying to jostle the workers inside of it to move around more. It had been years since he partook in this type of activity. His belly was sloshing and churning even more as the people tried to again escape among-st all the commotion. He slapped his belly hard, earning himself even more movement and the noises that came with it. “Mmmmmmph- fuck yeah…” Tennessee moaned. His horse-cock started to strain his pants. It was a chore, but he managed to get his jeans and shorts down just enough to access it. The stallion’s meat cannon sprung to action, flexing hard and growing intensely while getting crushed under his rotund belly. 

What the farmhands didn’t read, was the accommodations. It stipulated after their working hours, they would head in… to the stallions mouth. They wouldn’t die, and they would have to deal with sleeping inside the equine until their work hours begun again. For the entire 6 months. 

The stallion was mindlessly grinding his cock as best he could against his belly, the hands inside moving even more, being tossed around by the horse. “Ohhh fuuuuck” he brokenly yelled out, the moonlight shining on his belly. The gurgles and sloshes were getting even louder, turning Tennessee on even more. He put his hand against his cock and jerked it as best as he could, desperate to cum. 

“FUUUUUUUCK!” the horse bellowed, cumming hard. His belly heaved and contracted, straining against the three wolves inside, making terrifying noises. The three inside were screaming at this point, muffled through his fat stomach, the only person hearing it was Tennessee himself. He finished his orgasm while listening to them, getting off even harder to the sounds. 

He cleaned himself up as best as he could, legs shaking while getting up out of his chair. It had been some time since he had to haul around weight like that. His stomach was straining, drooped even lower, as he waddled towards his farmhouse door to head in for bed.

After getting ready, and taking off his clothes, he heaved himself and his wrecking-ball sized gut into his bed, sinking into the soft blankets. He rubbed and poked at the bulges still moving around. He leaned down the best he could, and kissed his own belly. 

“Y’all think that was bad… wait till you come out tomorrow”

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