Tommy's dad pats him on the shoulder and ruffles his hair a bit, smiling down at his little husky pup. "Now Tommy, you be a good boy for mister Archer. He'll be helping you develop into a big boy for daddy, okay? So you mind what he says, and be the big boy daddy knows you can be."

Tommy smiles up at his daddy, and hugs the older husky around his waist. "Yes, daddy! I'll be a good pup, you'll see!"

Archer, the tall bull man, waves to them from across the lobby. He's very friendly and kind, and smiles down at Tommy as he collects the boy from his father. "Hello, Tommy! Please call me Archer. I hope you're ready for the Farm, I'm sure you'll have loads of fun with us this summer! I'll be your personal Farm handler, and see to your every need, okay?"

"Okay, Archer! I can't wait!"

Tommy hugs his dad one last time, and as he walks away his daddy pats his behind reassuringly. "You'll be amazing, Tommy. Daddy's so proud of you!"

As Tommy follows Archer into the building, he reads the sign above the door. "Fattening Farms? What does that mean, mister Archer? Are there animals here?"

"Oh, no, Tommy," Archer says with a kind chuckle. "The fattening is for little boys like you! You see, your daddy is worried that you're too slender for a pup your age, and has sent you to us to fatten you up nice and plump!"

"Huh," Tommy says, a little confused. "The other ten year old boys at school are about the same size as me, mister Archer."

"That may be, Tommy, but your daddy wants to see you at a much healthier weight. By the time you leave us, honey, you're going to be a very, very big boy indeed!"

They pass by door after door in a layout which reminds Tommy a little of a clinic or a small hospital. As they pass one particularly wide door, a male bear nurse exits the room and smiles down at Tommy. "Oh, our new friend is here! We can't wait to accomodate you, buddy." Tommy smiles shyly up at the nurse, then can't help but peek past them into the room.

It's like a room at a clinic with a large, wide chair in the middle. In the chair sits the fattest pig boy Tommy has ever seen. The pig is so wide his belly hangs over the front of the chair and his backside sags over either side. The boy's big, round, fat arms are stretched forward and his plump fingers are rubbing at his gigantic belly. He's moaning from discomfort, and from how distended and blaoted the top of his belly looks, he seems to have just finished eating a very large amount.

The nurse closes the door and continues to smile down at Tommy. "Oh, that's BJ. He's just started here last week, and he's been working so hard to be the best, biggest boy he can be! But I'll bet you'll do even better than he is, Tommy." The bear winks and walks away, and Tommy continues following Archer down the hall.

"Mister Archer, that pig boy. Is THAT how big my daddy wants me to be?" Mister Archer shakes his head.

"Oh no, honey. Not even close." Archer says reassuringly. "BJ is far too thin for what your dad has in mind."

Tommy thinks about this as they arrive at an open room, which also has a large chair in the middle. Archer closes the door behind them, then begins to climb up onto the chair, where he sits back and then gestures for Tommy to follow. "We'll start right away, Tommy," the bull says as he helps the husky pup climb up onto his lap. He sits on Archer's lap so that they're facing one another, his legs spread out to either side of Archer's hips.

"What do we do next?" Tommy asks nervously as Archer lifts and removes his own shirt, leaving his large pectorals bare.

"Well, Tommy, we'll start with milk. You like milk, don't you?" The pup nods his head enthusiastically, and the bull gently pulls the boy so that he leans closer toward him. "There's milk in here, Tommy, better than any milk you've ever tasted. All you gotta do is drink it, okay?"

Tommy looks at the bull's chest, at the swollen nipple being offered, and hesitates before leaning in. He licks the bull's nipple once, testing the taste, and detects a hint of delicious, creamy milk. He takes the nipple into his lips and tugs at it like a straw. The bull gasps once, then regains his composure as the boy begins to pull and pull at the nipple until the milk inside begins to flow.

"There you go, pup," Archer says encouragingly. Tommy's mouth fills with milk again and a gain, thick and warm and delicious. It's so creamy it's almost savory, and lights up his taste buds as he drinks it down. Archer cradles the small of Tommy's back as the pup loses himself to feeding, to consuming the delicious nectar he's been offered.

Within moments the pup's belly begins to distend, to round out, to push out from under his purple t-shirt as he visibly begins to grow. Archer sighs as the pent up milk fills the pup's hungry maw, knowing that the hormones and enzymes present in the solution are throwing hunger pathways in the boy's neurons wide open and locking them there - all Tommy feels is an upswing in hunger, a growing and definite need to continue drinking. He gasps for breath as his cheeks plump out, growing thicker and softer as he feeds.

Archer feels love handles form, grow, and begin to sag as they develop on the boy's sides, the pup's shirt sliding steadily upward as his belly grows larger and larger. He slides a hand down and feels the pup's rump widen and bulge, straining his shorts, a bubble butt growing even bigger and pressing heavily onto the bull's lap.

As the husky pup fattens rapidly, his growing body begins to press downward onto the bull, spreading out and sagging around his form. He sighs as he feels the pup's considerable rump press more and more against his hips, covering his thighs and spreading down toward his knees. "That's it, Tommy. You're doing so well."

The pup's belly spreads over the bull's lithe and fit stomach, covering the bull in boy flab. Tommy drank as eagerly as ever, growing fatter by the second, his shirt now riding so far up his belly it's cupping his fattened moobs like a bra. His shorts are splitting at the seams, a pair of stretchy dino undies covering the vast canvas of his butt and still those rump cheeks muffin out over the top. Archer squeezes and kneeds that rump, his large bulge nestled between the curve of those two giant cheeks.

When Archer gently pushes the boy's face away from his chest, the husky's face looks so plump and round that his boyish features are distorted by the sheer amount of fat. Multiple chins jiggle as the boy gasps for breath, clearly eager to continue feeding.

"Mister Archer," the pup whines. "I'm so hungry, please! Please, I need more!"

Archer looks over Tommy, a pup who just that morning had been a lithe and slender cub. Now he was a morbidly obese pup begging to be fed. It took some effort, but the bull managed to wriggle out from under the fat husky, and marveled as he stood at how huge Tommy had become. As he sat on the edge of the examination platform, the husky's large belly spread his legs sideways and sagged downward, hanging heavily down and free from his too-small, purple shirt. His shorts were torn and tattered, barely clinging to his wobbling, bulky thighs.

Only his undies had resisted tearing, but were stretched to such an extent that the dinosaurs printed on them were warped and distorted. His butt cheeks dominated that view, rising from the hem of those inadequate undies like two perfect, mountainous scoops of boy blubber, a thick and bushy husky's tail just barely visible atop them.

"Come with me, Tommy. I'm going to take you to the next chamber, and feed you as much as you want. How does that sound?"


The husky's belly grumbled loudly, gurgling and roaring for more. The features of Tommy's fat face arched into a smile, his cheeks enveloping his muzzle as his tongue lolled out and he panted for breath. That sunken tail wagged back and forth, slapping his fat butt with vigor as he showed his apparent glee.

Archer helped the boy down and watched as Tommy wheezed for breath, his belly hanging well past his knees and burgeoning five feet in front of his short form. His sides squeezed through the examination room door as he waddled out, taking wide rolling steps as his thighs smooshed together.

Their progress was slow as the made their way across the complex, but Archer eventually led the enormously obese pup into a large, gymnasium-sized room which featured a large overhead industrial crane. He stood the boy in the middle of the room and helped to lift the now undersized shirt over Tommy's head. He also carefully tugged the torn and tattered shorts off of the boy's fat backside. He left the undies, though. Those were cute as heck, and barely contained that big butt anyway.

Several nurses entered, and took harnesses and cables which were trailing from the crane above, and began to encircle Tommy. He didn't appear to be nervous in the least as they attached lines to his limbs and a harness around his torso, which accomodated his enlarged and plump moobs. Archer took a control box as the nurses left, and began to hoist the lines up. Tommy was lifted into the air a few feet, his huge belly pulling him forward so that he hung laterally, parallel to the floor that massive, soft gut swaying and gurgling as he belched from the change in position.

Archer stood behind the husky, admiring the boy's enormous rump as he squeezed and hefted that monoloithic booty. His large, bovine member was stiff and uncomfortable in his work trousers, so he let them fall slack. Thus freed, his cock stood tall and eager as he kneaded and jostled that big, fat butt - he carefully and deliberately allowed it to rub along the crevice between those cheeks, like a banana in the world's larges split. He savored the feeling as he wobbled the husky's butt about.

Then he went back to work.

"This next step is necessary because you've grown so big so fast, Tommy," Archer explained as he took a large hose dangling from the gantry above and carried it awkwardly behind the husky. "You're just too big for me to breast feed you comfortably now."

Archer lined the hose up at the base of Tommy's tail as another nurse carried a similar hose up toward the husky's mouth.

"But what are the hoses for, mister Archer?" Tommy asked.

Well, Tommy, we've gotta feed you like the big boy you're gonna be, and that's gonna take a LOT more milk."

Archer pushed the hose firmly forward, allowing it to slide into place where it belonged. As Tommy gasped out loud, the Nurse expertly slid the other hose into the husky's open maw before strapping it around the pup's muzzle.

Within seconds the flow was activated, and Tommy felt the thick and creamy milk, so addicting and delicious, begin to flow into him from both ends. He quieted down, eager to finally have more of the stuff, and didn't mind the growing fullness he felt in his big, fat belly.




Tommy's father was eager to inspect progress. They'd told him his pup had taken to the treatments much better than any other candidate had before, but that hadn't prepared the husky for the vision which met him.

Tommy's gigantic, hulking form dominated a considerable portion of the large space, his belly three dozen feet across as it gurgled and glistened with sweat. His fat rump, those gigantic cheeks, spread backwards across the floor nearly as far as the boy's belly did in the other direction. Those dino undies were still plastered to the boy's thighs, stretched so taut as to be practically unrecognizable, but still clinging in desperation to the boy's enormouslly fattened limbs. The hands and forearms wure buried in huge tires of fat which rested atop love handles so large a small classroom of cubs could lounge comfortably atop them.

Two hoses disappeared into the massive formation of round, sweating, wobbling fat - one into the divot between two mammoth cheeks, between which the pup's muzzle was deeply buried. The other went right between those big rump cheeks. Both were visibly swaying and bloated from massive liquid flow.

He looked out at the vast sea of his lard his boy had grown into, stunned and fully, painfully erect. "Oh my god. Tommy. My pup..."

"Yeah," Archer said. "We're very proud of your boy, sir."

"But... how?"

"We're not sure," Archer said with a shrug. "Maybe his genetic makeup makes him specially receptive to my adapted milk. We've been pumping it into him nonstop by the gallon, and as you can see it's been enormously beneficial to his weight. Anyway, I can see you're pleased with our progress so far," the bull said with a smirk. "And it's only been twenty-four hours since you dropped him off. Imagine how big he'll be by the end of the summer."