Livestock Zoo (4)
"Ughhh..."
When she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was a space reeking of a foul stench. Was it from all the overeating? Or from the suspicious drugs pumped into her body? No sooner had she sat up than her stomach churned violently, on the verge of revolt. And that wasn't all. The collar around her neck restricted her range of movement entirely, leaving her with nothing but profound discomfort to express it. It was exhausting. Miserable. The collar and her ear bore only the number 17, utterly failing to reflect her agony. Her mood was strangely conflicted.
"Have you gotten used to walking around?"
It was the breeder checking on Akemi's condition. She let out a loud grunt that carried to him.
"Oink! Oink!"
"Good girl."
The breeder stroked her head. The gesture felt like praise, and Akemi's spirits lifted a little. She couldn't understand it rationally, but her body reacted to even such simple stimuli. Her mind felt a bit dimmed. Of course, it was mostly due to the ingredients in her feed and the drugs injected into her, but she had no way of knowing that. So even the breeder's simplest praise made her beam like a child.
"You've eaten your feed, so now it's time for your inspection, right?"
At the word "inspection," Akemi shrugged her shoulders. She still didn't grasp what it entailed.
"Ah, is sow number 17 new to inspections?"
Akemi nodded. The breeder stepped in front of her.
"Just follow me."
Suddenly, her collar yanked tight.
"Gack! Gack!"
The choking sensation made Akemi hurry after the breeder. Even after days of being tossed naked into this hell, she hadn't fully adapted. In other words, the shame still lingered. And the inspection area was packed with people dressed like lab researchers. They eyed her with dismissive glances, as if she were worthless. Akemi hated those looks.
"Is this for breeding checks?"
"Yes, we need to see if she's fit enough to carry piglets properly."
"Ah, that kind? I can handle it quick."
The researcher took hold of Akemi's collar. She shuffled along as it pulled her. In truth, she had little to do—just hold a position, sitting still.
"Good girl. It might hurt a little."
"Owww!"
Far more than "a little"—the pain was intense. As tears welled in her eyes, the researcher stroked her head. The touch calmed her again. Like giving candy to a crying child, a treat was popped into her mouth.
"Aww, good eater. Now stay still if you liked that!"
True to the promise, Akemi had to remain motionless now. No matter what happened next.
Shluuup!
"Oiiiink!"
Something forced her lower lips apart and invaded. A sharp, tearing shock ripped through her pussy, followed by the cold bite of metal against flesh.
"...Huuuuh."
"Speculum's in. Now I'll check inside."
It was hard to believe this agony was part of an "inspection." But it was—essential for examining her uterus. With the speculum inserted, her entrance slowly dilated.
"It's open. Let's take a look."
Akemi had no clue what was happening. She just stared blankly ahead, unable to cope.
For now, her hands and feet were unbound, allowing some comfort. Staying still was her only option.
"Just like she answered on the survey—no issues."
"Good. That's a relief."
The breeder sounded reassured.
"So many of these sluts come in after being used like ragdolls. Can't relax around here."
"What do you expect from that crowd? No one with a sound mind would end up like this."
Akemi felt a pang of sorrow. She wasn't some slut who let her body get abused, nor was she crazy. She'd just come here because her family's debts were insurmountable on her own. Hearing that stung—irritating and sad. But there was no time to dwell; the next procedure began.
"Nngh!"
Something suddenly crammed into her depths, squeezing tight. It hurt with electric intensity, and the torment didn't stop.
"Huuugh!"
As Akemi gasped, the breeder and researcher scolded her to calm down.
"Just taking a uterus tissue sample. Hold still."
Normally, anesthesia would be used, but not for livestock like Akemi. She endured the raw tearing of living flesh through sheer willpower. Tears streamed down her face.
After the so-called inspection wrapped up, Akemi returned to her pen. It was her last day before moving to the real sow enclosure as a breeding sow. Maybe that's why the feed portion was generous today. Even the quality was better—no foul stench, just a savory aroma wafting up.
"Oink oink!"
Akemi bounded over excitedly. The breeder thrust a sign in front of her.
Can only be eaten as a reward.
She wondered what could warrant such a restriction—and what she'd have to do for that reward.
"Curious what it is?"
Akemi inched forward at the breeder's words.
"Time to learn some tricks."
"...Oink?"
She didn't get what "tricks" meant. But it reminded her of zoo animals from childhood—performing cutely for tossed food.
...But those were actually cute animals.
Her recent mirror glimpse showed no cuteness: flattened nose, rolls of fat. Hardly adorable.
But the breeder had ways. He led her off.
"First, you've adapted to constant pig grunts."
It had taken plenty of shocks from the collar's electric chip—now every word came out as oinks.
"Today, you'll learn to walk on all fours while shaking your ass, and how to beg for feed with those useless tits of fat."
"Oink?"
Begging for feed baffled her. The breeder jiggled her breasts side to side.
"You're fed regularly during training. But in the outdoor pens, you'll beg visitors for it—or starve."
This horrific policy cut feed costs, sure—but mostly for amusement. Watching livestock debase themselves for scraps was prime entertainment. Sows like her, good for nothing but shows, had to stay hungry to perform. So pre-shipment rations were ramped up. Emergencies got emergency drugs, but slackers went straight to punishment. To survive ten years in the wild-like zoo pens, Akemi had to master begging tricks.
"Oink..."
Ignorant till now, her face darkened.
"But zoo visitors' treats are way tastier than this slop."
They were paid for, after all. Guests preferred handy feed sticks over stinky scraps.
After that, Akemi drilled tricks: ass-shaking walks, attention-grabbing pussy dances. And for the crowd-pleaser—mating sow shows—she needed prep. First: crafting an alluring sow pussy to draw boars.
"Alright, let's clean this spot thoroughly and decorate it pretty, shall we?"