Life on the farm (Dionysus x Constellations)

[Dionysus]

Life had been easy for Elijah, at least on the farm. Starting out, he’d been classed as an underweight hybrid. Though for a human he was hardly that, his belly plump with fat, his whole body soft and with an appetite to match. But it was nowhere near the expected size of a healthy hybrid, especially a cow one like himself. Hybrids often came in all kinds of breeds, however the most common often ended up being dog, cat, rabbit, fox hybrids, the rare ones were often exotic animals, like leopards for example, and farm animals, pigs, cows and more. Still, they hardly fell out of the societal norms with pet hybrids, the ones with the more wealthier owners reaching absolutely huge sizes, some too big to move, even poorer owners still managed to keep their hybrids well fed and lazy- after all, it was what was expected. Perhaps he would have been bigger, well, if maybe he had a better attitude and didn’t push away any chance he got at getting an owner.

It was exactly because of his lack of an owner did Elijah decide to find work with a rather kind farmer, though he worked and maintained a farm especially for keeping and selling hybrids, working on keeping them well fed and plenty fat for whoever was looking to adopt one. They had other tasks to do as well of course, caring and growing crops, selling products off at local farmers markets and more. Though they specialised in the care of hybrid creatures. Hence why it was so weird to find a half cow half human hybrid working there, but Eli was far too stubborn to stop, even if the work stressed or tired him out.

As the months of work passed by, Elijah only seemed to fatten up. Less and less of his days were spent out feeding the animals or tending to crops and more cooped up inside with the farmer feeding him plenty of snacks, turning a blind eye when Elijah would sneak into the feeding room and eat for hours, or nap whilst on the job. He had quickly become a favourite in the old farmer’s heart, always doted on. With Elijah’s rather ditsy and less…intelligent personality, it seemed he remained oblivious to how the farmer was starting to treat him more like one of his pets than his staff members. Far too many times had he been leaving food out for Elijah and calling it a ‘treat for his hard work’.

That was what got Elijah to the enormous size he was today. The cow hybrid was massive, to put it lightly. His belly, once a small thing, hung low and heavy, covering his cow bottom half, apart from his udders, which only looked just as plump and fat as his gut. His legs had thickened out, chest sat atop his massive gut. His face had not been spared from the fattening up, round and chubby, a third chin already poking through when he pushed food past his lips. Half the farm had to be adjusted to merely accommodate his size, bigger, reinforced chairs, wider door frames and a special pen for when visitors came- after all, a hybrid of his size was something many people awed at, it was a big attraction at the farm getting to pet, feed or milk the bratty cow hybrid. Some really dedicated fans even paid to watch when the doctor would come to assess each hybrid, watching as Elijah panted as he was pushed only a scale, an abnormally long strip of measuring tape was brought across his body, and doctors tutted as his size. As if just getting up and down to the barn didn’t tire him out.

Still, he’d hit a wall as of recently, when his good friend, the farmer who’d taken him in, had passed away, leaving the farm to his son. Who Elijah now sat awaiting their arrival, cooped up in the farm house on a chair his old friend had specifically made for him. It was obvious from just the sheer width of it, and how close it was to the fridge. He drummed his thick, sausage like fingers against the table nervously, tail swishing from his thick ass, droopy ears pressed anxiously against the sides of his head.

 

[Resistance0Is0Futile]

Eventually, Jonas had finally arrived at the farm, it was an unusual farm from what he had been given by his solicitor whom handed him the deed to the farm he had several conditions and knew how his grandfather operated yes they weren't exactly close to begin with because he was a business man at the end of the day, his grandfather had his own reasons thus never connected until now, that Jonas had taken an interest in his grand father's work.

He had built up experience when his father came ill, he had met Elijah before hand briefly so he had come down to help out with the chores since Elijah mainly focused on administration. If it wasn't making the money it did, he was thinking of shutting it down, farming never really interested him but he had met Elijah his entire opinion changed. No doubt they'd butt-heads.

Pulling up the drive way driving his own wagon, it was an old rusty thing that he enjoyed re-building he enjoyed getting his hands dirty restoring old things that had character. He was a tall male, with luxurious black hair that was always tied back in a pony tail to keep out of his way. He was strong male with muscles despite being purely business orientated he was fit. He was used to farm work in his earlier life which is how he knew how to fix vehicles like tractors, if anything broken down for his grand father he would appear on the farm to help. Or at least diagnose the problem.

Finally stepping out wearing casual white tank shirt that framed his muscle torso. He brought his suitcases out until he figured out if he would move in or not but he'd remain to see it a float and see if he could settle here. He parked his stuff next to him as he stood at the door, he was mostly approachable. A firm knock told him Elijah would be waiting for him. Being a large hu-cow movement wasn't easy for him so he figured it would be okay to walk in he could see Elijah's eyes in the kitchen and waved casually before entering the building.

Seeing the male that size, he couldn't believe how big Elijah was. He could see the Hu-cow at the funeral, the way the male struggled to move around. It was clear the male didn't help out around the farm.

"Sorry for the wait " Hooking his sunglasses on the top of the neckline of the shirt. "The old girl decided to break down on me and had to fix it. It's been a while Elijah since the funeral. I'm Jonas sorry we didn't get to talk at the funeral."

 

[Dionysus]

Looking back at him, Elijah had quickly noted the two differences between the two. Obviously there was Elijah’s more cow-like features such as his tail, udders, those droopy ears of his and horns that sprouted out of his short, white, curly locks. Their height differences was another thing to note, Elijah was only about 5’9, which only meant gaining weight was so much easier for him. Oh and the main difference between the pair, their obvious different body types. Jonas with his rather toned, tall stature, and the cow hybrid being short and plump, well, so fat that huge belly of his pressed against the table, and even the chair he was sat on seemed to creak beneath his weight. Overall, the hybrid was huge, it was safe to say the stories of such a big prize cow on the farm were far from false, an understatement really to just how big the previous farmer had made the greedy thing.

Elijah gave him a small smile, huffing slightly as he seemed to make an attempt to get up. He rocked back and forth for a few moments, already out of breath by his third attempt. He sighed, deciding to would be best to stay put. “Sorry I can’t greet you properly..” He muttered, a hand rested atop his belly “Just had a snack, since I’m on my lunch break.” The hu-cow hummed, though Elijah decided it best not mention how the previous farmer had allocated at least three hours of snacking whenever he felt best. But even within those three hours, he never stuck to it, always pouting and whining for more time. When he was forced to work, the hu-cow would merely flop at his side and sleep, until forced to finally move.

“I’m Elijah. Don’t worry about being late, I mean, you’re the boss now. You can be as early or as late as you fancy.”

 

[Resistance0Is0Futile]

"Unfortunately work ethics had driven me home hard." Meaning his priorities of liking getting work done, he liked knowing all the chores were done. Sticking to the schedule as much as possible, routine was paramount in his life. He liked knowing what was happening all times.

When the other mentioned about not getting up, he could tell how the other was full, he understood the prize cow's role and how by eating, being this size was a source of income for the farm and the attraction that the hu-cow give. It was quite a turn on in -fact.

He walked over. "So explain to me a bit about your role in this ordeal, I looked over the diary my grandfather left in my keeping but my grand father's writing wasn't always easy to read." He asked. "No worries, I understand." He smiled he could hear the heavy breathing from the cow over this way as he got over, he could see the other was resting after what looked like a snacking session.

"Judging by your size are you purely administration based?" He asked curiously. He put his hand on the other's side he could tell the house was made for him. The way that the chair was reinforced. "What is your job role here?" He asked just so he got a better understanding.

He could tell how the other's big belly was touching the floor, clearly had poor mobility. So working on the farm would be 50% at best. But with the income the other made for his obesity was insane. He could see the other was resting his hand on his belly. It was amazing.

"Are you planning to get bigger?" He asked. Wondering what the other's thoughts and desires were in this. He put his hand where the other's hand was and rubbed a little on it. He rubbed the actual's cow's belly from what he could reach he could feel the chair creaking underneath.

"How much mobility do you have actually?" He asked being blunt as always. He then went to the fridge and got a litre of milk, clearly everything was well stocked for his feedings. He then brought it over to Elijah.

"Try and take this for me if I'm in charge." He smiled as he brought the litre of milk to the other's face. "Do you think you can down this for me?" He asked. "I'm curious to see how much you can eat."

 

[Dionysus]

“I uhh…I don’t do much physical work. I’m more desk job, you know?” He sighed, resting back and groaning as his gut moved against the floor underneath him. It was a miracle he could still stand at all, even if his daily use of his legs included walking from his room to the kitchen, then from the kitchen to his interactive pen sometimes before back to his bedroom. But for such a lazy hu-cow such as himself, that was a miracle.

“I mainly attract guests. At least that’s what the last farmer told me to do. I started doing physical work when I first can here but he said he thought I needed lots of breaks cos’ hybrids arent meant for work. So now I’m sorta here for tourism. I do videos sometimes, mainly me eating products made using our farm’s goods. I have a pen in the barn just for me though.” He said rather proudly “It’s a lot of interactive stuff really. People pay entry fee and they can feed me, pet me, milk me, whatever they like really.”

The cow hybrid paused before he answered the other questions “Hm, probably yeah. It’s good for the farm ain’t it? The doctors always told the last farmer off for it though, said I was a healthy size back then for a hu-cow, but people don’t wanna see a normal sized one.” He chuckled, leaning back against to expose his soft fat proudly “I don’t move much, if at all. I normally get the staff to help me get about. Oh, and fine. But nothing too much, I have to get down to the barn in an hour..” He muttered as he took it and slowly began to drink

 

[Resistance0Is0Futile]

He understood and tilted his head as he guided the bottle upwards to allow the smoothness of the cold rich milk substance, he had a vague idea of what to expect but he didn't expect the male to get to this size.

"You'd have to show me around and see what you can physically do. So I know what labouring jobs I can offer you, it would probably just be feeding the rest to monitor since my eyes can't be everywhere. I can handle the heavy-handing and I will see what assistance we do have. " he saw the throat going seeing the liquid being chugged. Clearly Elijah was very well versed with this.

He was a pure natural just sinking in the process of his gut proudly showing squeaking on the protest of the chair. The table was more so. He patted Elijah's stomach that was budging. He managed to finish of the entire milk.

"Does it concern you with your lack of mobility? I can tell you are breathing heavy now." He poked the sides of Elijah's full stomach.

 

[Dionysus]

Elijah finished with a heavy sigh and a belch, setting the carton down as went back to gliding his chubby palm across his gut, trying to soothe it yet again, panting ever so slightly. However, the hu-cow did not look happy, especially so at the idea, the thought of physical work. The farm’s last owner wouldn’t have dreamt of sending the poor, barely mobile hybrid out to work. Instead he was allowed to merely sit and eat all day, that or sleep in his pen for when visitors came. Even when doctors came for monthly check ups, the other hybrid’s were done in the barn, and Elijah had the privilege of getting his doctor straight to the farmhouse or if needed by he was helped into the actual doctor’s office with the help of the farmer and at least four of the other employees.

“Physical work?” He said, a pout on his lip “Look, I don’t do physical work okay?” Elijah leaned back again in his chair, whining as he attempted to reach down and unbutton his jeans. It was a miracle anything fit him and managed to cover his massive body at this point, sure they had to be specially made to accommodate his girth but even so. He huffed and puffed, reaching down and finally grabbing the button, undoing it and even more of his gut seemed to spill forward, touching the floor when he sat with a slight thud. “Mm, that’s better..” Elijah groaned, before turning back to Jonas “As I said, I’m not doing physical work. I’m this farm’s main attraction okay? You wanna wear me out with physical work? Not happening.”

A pause as he continued to rub before he answered the next question “As for lack of mobility I don’t mind. I can still get to my pen okay, and those doctors don’t know shit when it comes to their stupid concerns. It’s not my fault I just get more hungry than most hybrids..”

 

[Resistance0Is0Futile]

Watching the other unbutton, was exotic to watch, the male just belched with the fullness of his big round gut that seemed endless amount of Fat, it spilled from the torso he wondered how much fatter that Elijah would go, no doubt he was at a no-turning back point.

"Are you denying me?" He asked not a stern question but his eyebrow's raised out of curiosity. Bringing the milk of litre that was full now empty, putting it on the table he rubbed the corner of Elijah's gut. "I have to try your saddle, if you can't wear it you don't do no work deal?" He asked as he saw the other pant. He quite enjoyed it.

"I'd like to get you big as possible then if that's the case Elijah." He pressed into the other's stomach forcing the other to belch, the belly was so noisy. "I'd like to be apart of how big you get Elijah." he stroked Elijah's throat, the other was panting and groaning. "Breathe in for me lad." He spoke softly as he finally got the courage to sit on Elijah's back, flattening the stomach with so much pressure. He could feel the fat between his legs.

"Let's get you to the feeding room Elijah, I want you to walk their with me on your back." Jonas ordered. He kneed the other's sides of his belly. "Unless you want to do extra work, instead of eating?" He asked stroking the sides of Elijah's stomach.

 

[Dionysus]

Elijah was taken aback by the sudden forcefulness, listening with a pout. The last farmer had given up on the saddle once it got hard for the hu-cow to get around, in fact Elijah could still remember how at one point he’d had just the kitchen, bedroom and pantry door widened, never anywhere else since he saw it as ‘unnecessary’. It wasn’t until the hybrid was getting stuck when leaving through the front door did he have it widened for him, but even then he didn’t leave the farmhouse- hence why he’d given up on his saddle, or any sort of demanding work that wasn’t eating. He watched the other rub and poke at the side of his gut as he panted, letting out another belch when the pressure was applied. “This how you wanna treat this farm’s main attraction? The old father said I was a prize cow.” He muttered, that same pout on his face “Prize cows aren’t meant for physical work..” He whined, but reluctantly he got up.

Having just ate and now having Jonas on his back only made getting up twice as hard. The hybrid rocked back and forth until he was able to stand, finally able to see just how massive he was now he was stood up. Every part of him was fat to put it simply, his face was round and soft, two chubby cheeks and a soon coming in triple chin kept his face ever so cute looking, that and those floppy cow ears of his. His thighs were thick with fat as he waddled out of the front door, his hips and wide were plenty wide too, hell it was a miracle he got out the door with how wide he really looked. His belly and chest seemed to be where most of his fat gathered, heavy and soft looking, covered with thick rolls as it hung down to nearly his knees. His chest was just as round as his face, sat atop his massive gut, plump and sensitive. He’d truly earned the title of a ‘prize cow’.

Once up and out the front door, he let Jonas climb back on him, getting down so he could get on before he started making his way to the barn. It seemed to prove difficult for him, gasping and wheezing as he kept moving. It was only more difficult with the added weight of course. The trip to the barn from the farmhouse would have normally taken about five minutes, for Elijah it was a whole twenty minutes. When he arrived, he fell back down on his behind, practically throwing Jonas off with a whine as he flopped onto his back “N-Not doing that again..”

 

[Resistance0Is0Futile]

He could feel the widened girth, struggle with every step, it was strangely enticing. He never really thought he'd be moved so easily by it, he wasn't interested in the main's attraction, but now he had a proper look at the male and how much fat that was on him it was incredible. He could feel each laboured breath between his legs it was astonishing. The chair and the table covered up the other's belly but now he was free from it he could see how badly the other was over weight.

When he got off he could admire the other's belly both Torso of the hybrid and what was his human gut. He patted his gut with amazed as the other squeezed through the door, he then went back on it as they walked to the barn seeing how out of breath the other struggling to move. He could feel the heart beat racing because it was pounding so much.

He felt then down and rolled onto his bump not very gracefully, he landed in a heap and looked at Elijah with a frown that he was rudely he was kicked off, pouted at Elijah who was now laying on his side. He patted the other's belly before getting up.

"Now where did he say it was?" He was trying to remember the saddle with the extendable strap, most of Elijah's equipment to work on the farm had been customized especially for his growing girth. When he walked over to the darker side of the barn he found a chest, workshop thing that looked like it been shrouded with dust over the years of not being used. But in a weird way in the light looked like it never been used. Brushing the dust of the saddle grabbing the heavy thing he then hoisted it over his back before walking over to Elijah. Clearly with his size in mind.

He then placed the blanket over the shoulders so it didn't rub, "We'd try this first." So Elijah would cooperate a bit more he then put the bridal with a feeder on, he mixed it with various tasty fattening treats. "I never said you weren't my prized cow but you got to remember I'm your owner now Elijah." He then strapped the feeder to Elijah's mouth. "That should make you more cooperative. "I want that all gone mister." Despite the other was already full the reins went over Elijah's head strapped it behind the ears.

"Breath in big guy" He patted on command of Elijah allowing the straps to fall down tickling Elijah's tummy. It was already making a loud grumbling sound of digestion noises it was slowly turning into the belly ache. "Come on Elijah stand up so I can get this around your gut." He pressed in a little at the sides.

"You won't be doing actual work I'm just seeing what you can do so I can limit it." he smiled reassuringly.

 

[Dionysus]

“I don’t wanna wear the saddle…it hurts my belly and udders..” He whined, pouting as he rubbed at his gut, watching the other before he frowned. His face and attitude only softened when a feeder was strapped around his mouth. The cow hybrid didn’t waste much time munching away, wolfing down the treats as if he was starved, despite just nearly devouring the entire contents of the fridge not even ten minutes ago. Distracted, Elijah didn’t put up much of a fight as the other got him ready for the saddle, strapping his head in place. Sure he whined every now and again, shaking his head slightly against the reins angrily, before being calmed and going back to eating.

Reluctantly, Elijah stood and let the other make an attempt at fastening the saddle. But to nobody’s surprise, it was no easy task. There was of course the cow’s bratty attitude, and despite the treats he still squirmed every now and again when the other would put too much pressure on his aching belly. Plus the sheer effort of standing so long and tightness of the saddles didn’t help his case. It seemed however that no matter how much the other pulled along the straps, there was no getting them across that massive belly of Elijah’s.

By some miracle, when the straps were fastened in place, it was only short lived. His soft fat hung over the straps, straining the fabric as he wheezed and panted. All of a sudden, there was a loud snapping noise as the saddle slowly slipped off and the leather straps broke free. It seemed he’d managed to break it. The cow, tired and worn out, fell back on his side, still a panting mess

 

[Resistance0Is0Futile]

He almost felt success was happening when he strapped it around his belly, he was careful not to strap the udders. The belly at this point was making all kinds of noises, he could hear the bratty cow whining, every now and then when he finally successfully put the straps on. He patted the sides, only for the loud snap to happen and the strap came undone, the bratty cow just laid back on his side.

He could tell the other was extremally full, probably a little smug, as the other started to pant like crazy because of how he was. He patted the side stomach. It was only he retrieved the saddle that had fallen on to the side before it got squished by his massive girth, he then inspected the damage, not good he'd have to repair that later. "Don't think you gotten out of this, I'll repair it and make it stronger for you."

He then climbed onto the big old gut. "Come on let's get you back to the farm house, I hope you've finished all your treats in your pouch? " He squeezed his big old gut. "For that, you can take me a tour around the farm." He teased cow.

"Come on get up." He prodded his big gut.

 

[Dionysus]

The cow whined when his gut was poked at, huffing and shaking his head. He was too tired and exhausted just from the trip down here, now the other was making him walk again? Elijah had never had to work so much in his time on the farm, he was so used to being cared for, pampered and having everything done for him. Being praised for doing simple tasks, pet, milked and fed whenever he wanted; truly an easy life. Hell, the old farmer didn’t even make him get out of bed if he didn’t want to. Now, well…it seemed his bratty behaviour wouldn’t be so accepted.

“I don’t wanna..” Came a whine from the hybrid, mouth full of treats before he swallowed and spoke again “I’m full…and tired, and my belly hurts from your stupid saddle. Just lemme nap here on the ground for a bit, til I can get up again.” The cow rolled onto his back, once again rudely shoving the other off of him so he could lounge around

 

[Resistance0Is0Futile]

"Come on Eli, you got work to do." The farmer prodded the huge gut that was hanging down low. He saw the male was clearly used to getting what he wants through being bratty but to be honest, Teddy enjoyed the bratty behaviour. Jonas secretly liked it.

He loved the rebellious streak within Elijah, he loved how easily manipulated the other was by food. He then climbed ontop of the mountain of gut, feeling how round and stuffed his belly was, the other was breathing heavily because of the sheer amount of food it was in there.

"Come on let's get you back to the farmer's house okay?"

"We got work to do anyway, I promise that will be the finale stretch of the day okay?" He asked trying to bribe the hu-cow into walking again.

"So are you the only one that this size? or do you compete with others." He squeezed his legs to encourage the hu-cow to get up.