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It was 6am when you clocked in to your shift, stowing away your belongings in your locker before donning your work coveralls. It and the work boots made you feel like a mechanic, but your job was far stranger - not that you minded considering how well it paid.
Patchell Bakeries had been a name you'd seen in grocery stores for a while now, their cakes were a bit pricey but well worth the money. They had always said in promo pieces and the overly flowery blurbs on the packaging that their great taste came from the milk, only using the thickest and creamiest to make it. You'd always assumed they had some personal dairy, which was true in a way.
You'd applied to a listing they had for ‘creamery worker’ when you'd seen how much they paid, $45 an hour - with no degree required! The interview had been a little strange, but nothing too out of the ordinary. It had been a joyous moment when you got the call saying they'd chosen you for the job and training was to start tomorrow.
When you'd arrived the next day you eagerly signed the papers they had, even the NDA that forbid you from talking about where you were working. It was when they took you to the hands-on training you had regretted not paying attention to what all those papers said.
Shift start meant the grow barn first. Walking up to the door you could hear them, the rumbling belches escaping through the door. As you swung the door open you were greeted by the now familiar sight of the wide central walkway, flanked on either side knights beached on their massive bellies belching up a storm.
It had initially shocked you when you'd started - and you had considered leaving then and there - but your manager had assured you they had agreed to this, that they wanted to be there. And so far that seemed true considering none had made moves to run or plead, not that they could move with their bellies, or talk with how much they belched. The pay was too good to pass up either way, so it was fine.
It was weigh in day, which was done once every two weeks. If they were at 700lbs then they got their shot and they were sent to the milking barn, otherwise they stayed here til they did. To get a good weight they needed that extra air out, and for that, you needed to work it out manually.
You'd start with the ones at the end of the barn and work up, air out and weigh the ones furthest from the scale first. Made it easier in the long run, and allowed you to do a quick visual inspection of them, ensure there weren't any problems.
Such as the one at the far end you'd just found, no longer on top of his belly, but on his side. The knight moaning between belches as he was squished between his own belly and his neighbors.
You knew you needed to get him upright if you were gonna haul him in the hoist, but him laying like this did make it much easier to air him out. Pulling a stool off the wall, you sat down beside the knight's gurgling belly and got to work. Despite how tight its gut looked, there was plenty of give, especially after the first squeeze freed a massive air bubble, which escaped the knight in a long, drawn out belch.
You kneaded the knight's gut like bread dough, pressing your palm in as deep as you could before pulling back and doing the same for a different spot, slowly moving from bottom to top. Every time you felt a hard lump in its rumbling intestines you pressed harder, earning a loud, wet belch with each one. When you could feel no more hard spots you slapped various spots on its expansive belly, to ensure no more large bubbles were hiding. The ripples your slapping did making his belly bounce hard against his neighbor, earning loud belches from them as well.
Standing up and pushing the stool to the side, you gave three firm slaps to the side of the knight's belly as you said, “well, time to get you upright.”
The knight only let out a long bwwwwooaarp in response. Even with all the kneading you'd never heard the knights respond beyond belches, moans, and whimpers. You'd been told it was expected, and that the goal was just to free up the big gas bubbles.
You squeezed yourself between the toppled knight and his neighbor, bloated flesh hugging against your back and thighs, rumbling as you freed more belches from both of them. You had to squat down on the neighboring knight's belly as you reached your arms under the toppled knight's side, the other's belly letting out a wet squelch as you did so.
With a heave, you rocked the toppled knight back on top of his belly. It wobbled side to side for a moment clutching at its belly as though trying to stop it, belching with every sway, before it finally stilled with a low oourp.
With that fixed, you pulled the hoist over the knight and lowered it down to begin fitting the straps. Lifting the front of its belly up just enough the slide the first strap under, belly making a gwwrrmble as it was flopped back down. The same was done with the second strap on the backside, only the noise it made was much louder as a bubble broke free.
When you were finally satisfied the straps were fully under the knight, you pushed the button to raise the hoist up, watching as the belly went from squished against the floor to sagging down between the straps. “Let's get you weighed then,” you said as you pulled the hoist beside you. The knight only wobbled, letting out a loud bwwwoooorrpp in response.
Pulling the knight through the double doors next to where you'd come in brought you to the weigh station, there was 1 scale for each grow barn. The others were already on their third knight to weigh, while you had finally got the first in. It was gonna be a long shift, but you didn't mind the overtime too much.
The large flat scale had an LED display on the side of it, in case the knight in question was too expansive. As the first knight lowered down its whole middle shivered as it came into contact with the smooth steel, a slew of strained belches escaping it from the motion.
It took a moment, but finally the LED read out ‘770’. Looked like it was ready for the milking barn. Grabbing a syringe from the box beside the scale, you took one of its sagging moobs in your hand and stuck the needle in, fully depressing the plunger.
It's massive body jolted in surprise, belching a moan as it grabbed its moobs. You could see as its moobs suddenly swelled larger and fuller, nipples growing thick and fat before they began leaking milk in thin rivulets down its belly.
Pulling the hoist of it you called out, “Marty, take this one down to the milking barn! I got a ton more left in my barn.”
Marty made his way over to your scale with a much larger hoist, strapping your now lactating knight up before hauling him through the doors to the milking barn.
Making your way back to your grow barn, you were grateful none of the other knights had gotten toppled over. The best way you'd found to air out those that weren't toppled was to lift them up in the hoist and get underneath to work their bellies, gave you the best access without needing to manually roll them onto their side and back.
One of the newer knights to your grow barn was still tight, but he was finally starting to soften up. Massaging the taut belly you pressed a thumb against its popped navel, testing how sensitive it still was. The gasped belch immediately told you it'd be a while before it had a chance of reaching milking barn weight. When you were finally satisfied with the lack of large belches breaking out, you stood up and began hauling it to the scale squeezing its underbelly as you did so.
‘330’ was what the scale gave back. You'd figured as much, but you still needed to keep track. On the clipboard just underneath the scale you flipped to the knight's page, writing down the weight. It was growing good though, considering it had been 250 last weigh in.
Hauling it back to its spot, you lowered it down and pulled off the straps hearing it belch a moan as it rubbed where the straps had dug into its belly. Stepping behind it, you pulled the hose out of the back wall and pressed the nozzle deep between its fat ass. Cranking the valve, the hosing shifted with the pressure before you heard the familiar sound of the knight's intestines filling with batter.
During training you'd been told this was a mix of cast-off dough and special made bulking formula to help the knights reach milking weight. It was a daily task, but on weigh in days you held off til after they were weighed, to make sure they weren't sent to the milking barn prematurely.
It only took a few moments til the knight was belching up a real storm, guts gurgling loudly as the space was filled. You kept one hand on their gut, waiting to turn off the valve when their skin felt drum tight. Giving a few firm slaps as you finished with him, you still had so many left to do.
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Finally you were at the last one, despite being new it had swelled massively, the only reason it hadn't went to the milking barn last weigh in was because it was short by 1lb. You were certain it had gained well beyond that, especially since as you kneaded it's dangling belly you could hear the straps groaning from the weight.
“Eager to leave huh?” You said with a chuckle, jiggling the dangling swell of its belly.
It only responded with an ooooouuuurrrppp, as a gas bubble broke free with your teasing.
When you finally lowered it onto the scale you could only whistle in surprise. It had managed to go from 699lbs to a hefty 950lbs in just 2 weeks, and it certainly looked hefty: thick rolls on its legs and arms, asscheeks as big as melons, and a fat double chin that pressed on his helmet, forcing it to look constantly forward. Its body had been more than willing to grow, and now it was time to send it off.
“Best of luck in the milking barn,” you said, injecting it and calling over Marty. The knight's moobs rapidly swelled up to massive tits, gushing thick streams of milk the moment they looked fit to burst. As the knight was lifted up by Marty's hoist, it belched a moan as it grabbed and tugged at its tits, leaving a trail of milk behind it.
Now it was time to get the new knights in, fill up the slots that were now empty. You stood beside your scale, hoist in hand, as you watched one of the guys from the prep barns haul the first one down to your scale.
The prep barn worker handed you the growth sheet for the knight, which stated its pre-feeding weight to be 150lbs. Your scale now stated it was 280lbs, which was the starting weight you jotted down.
Bringing it into your grow barn, you set it down in the empty spot in the far back, pushing the nozzle into its ass and watching as it swelled up. Its cock throbbed hard against its underbelly, belching moans as it grew. Not the first or last time you'd seen a reaction like that, it at least meant it'd be an eager one for fillings. You merely gave its cock a few strokes, making it belch loud as it immediately came hard against itself, before going back to get the next knight.
You brought in 3 more knights to the grow barn, while 2 were fairly standard, the last was looking to be another impressive grower. Its pre-feeding weight was already 250lbs, and the starting weight your scale read? 580lbs. His belly already took up most of the scale, wobbling with every massive belch he let out.
As you shoved the nozzle between his fat ass cheek, you watched in almost awe as its belly swelled bigger with little sign of growing tight. When it finally got tight and you stopped it you were certain the knight was 700lbs of just belly, gut squeezing you firmly against its neighbor’s, who was belching moans from the pressure.
Slapping the sides of the knight's belly, you listened to the wet groans it let out, felt how its massive belly rumbled before it belched loud and long. “Oh you'll be more than ready in two weeks,” you said squeezing out from between the two knight.
Bwooooouuuuuurrrpp, was the response the knight gave, weakly gripping at the front of his belly.
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6am again, clocking back into your shift. While it wasn't weigh in day, you still had tasks: make sure none of the knights had toppled, fill them, give a rub down to ensure they were clean, and attend to any other issues they had.
The hoist was used to help with the cleaning, easy way to reach the front of their massive bellies. These you'd start going front to back, since you stored the hoist in the back with most of your other equipment.
The massive knight had clearly digested most of the batter pumped into it last night, belly significantly deflated, but it'd certainly packed on everywhere else. Already its pecs were swelling out to moobs, double chin forming under its helmet, and its thighs and ass plumping up. Plopping down your bucket of soapy water beside the knight, you pulled a sponge out and squeezed out the excess water before cleaning it. Scrubbing every inch of its body to clean and inspect it for any sores or abnormalities, ensuring to press between the folds already forming.
You rubbed what you had washed dry before hoisting it up, last spot to clean was the massive front of its belly it rested on. As scrubbed down the front of its belly, you felt for its navel, wanting to make sure it had popped during the last filling. If it hadn’t then you’d need to do a double feeding, and that meant going through the effort of airing it out between to maximize filling. Thankfully, despite not initially looking it, you felt the navel popped but buried under the growing flab of its belly. Rolling it between your thumb and forefinger to ensure it was there, it belched a wet moan, followed close behind by another as you moved to pat the fat pad building over it.
You also checked the extent of stretchmarks it had gained, while it was expected to have some, an excessive amount wasn’t good. Overfilling could at best slow growth due to excess air, at worst - well you were familiar with the training video example. The stretchmarks were mild at this point, hadn’t gotten close to overcapacity yet, the knight still had plenty of room to stretch out.
Lowering the massive knight down, the last thing to do was fill him again. Pressing the nozzle between his fat ass cheeks, you once more admired how the knight swelled up. Its belly letting out sticky, wet glorps as the batter filled every inch of its intestines, slowly spreading out underneath it. When it finally was full, it was just as big as yesterday, massive dome squished between the corner of the barn and its swollen neighbor. Every belch sending large ripples through its belly, which had its neighbor belching hard in response to the jostling.
Patting the top of its belly, you couldn’t help but knead its belly. While airing out was usually reserved for helping with double feedings, weigh-in days, and easing overstuffed knights, you just needed to ensure it was really swelling up like this. You could feel massive bubbles of air race up its guts, rippling under his hands til it belched loud and hard, breathlessly moaning as its arms and legs squeezed against his gut. There was no doubt about it, it would be going to the milking barn next weigh in day for sure.
You continued your routine with the other knights in your barn, cleaning and filling each one, and having to get a couple upright that had managed to tip themselves over during the night.
One of your other new knights wasn’t doing as well as your prime grower, without even lifting it up you could see it was tight still, stretchmarks big and angry across his belly. As you finished washing it you pulled out the lotion, lifting it up in the hoist before applying it generously across its taut middle. The knight let out low, belched moans as you kneaded the lotion into his belly, paying special attention to the massively popped navel and underbelly, where the worst of the stretchmarks were.
Lowering it down, you pressed against various points to see if it had any give now. While it wouldn’t get as much filling as the others, you still needed to try and get some in, ensure it held as much as possible if it was to grow to milking barn size. Finally feeling your hand sink into its massive belly, you pressed the nozzle into its ass and turned it on, the knight belching a loud moan as it uselessly squeezed its legs together. It only took a gallon til it was tight once more, shutting off and removing the nozzle before applying another generous helping of lotion to it. Hopefully tomorrow it would take up more of the batter and soften up, but for now this would do.
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As you put the hoist back up, you made your way to the center room. Marty had promised to give you some training on the milking barns, since apparently you were getting close to graduating to that from the grow pens. They were where the actual production happened, and you had heard there was a whole different process to working with the knights there.
Following behind Marty, as you stepped through the double door the familiar sound of belching hit your ears, but there was also the sound of mechanical pumps working hard.
“Now we grade them based on milk quality once they’re here, and sort them to barns based on that. We check that their quality is maintaining opposite weeks to weigh-in days, so we don’t have the quality degrading in our batches.” Bringing you to set of double doors that had a large ‘S’ above it, he said, “Let me show you the actual barn process.”
Stepping through the doors, you were greeted by the sight of frankly massive knight bellies, guts wobbling with every breath they took. Their moobs hung heavy off their bodies, large veins and stretch marks littering them, while pumps sucking rhythmically on their swollen nipples.
“These are our top producers, best quality for top shelf products. But the concept is the same for every grade.” He stepped up to one, turning the pump off and tugging them off the knight’s heaving tits. The knight belching a low, disappointed moan in response, nipples dribbling milk down its expansive front. “Every morning we do the regular cares you do for grow pen knights: bathe, inspect, fill. But we hook up the milking machines to them, these stay on for the rest of the day. Then in the evening we pull ‘em off, lotion their teats, clean the pumps, and let them rest for the night.”
“Particularly with S grade producers we want to ensure there isn’t any damage, so if they start whimpering stop the pumps and check for any injuries. Even if you don’t see any lotion those teats up really good and then put the pumps back on.”
As Marty spoke you couldn’t help but watch the knight’s tits, they were swelling before your eyes, veins becoming more prominent and nipples seeming to engorge with the milk backing up. The knight kept its hands on the sides of its belly, only whimpering between belches and massaging its sides as though it knew better than to grab at its overfilling tits.
“Here!” Marty pushed the pumps into your hands. “Give a try at putting them on! Just be careful, our S grade producers do have a bad habit of squirting, they fill up really quick!”
Giving a nod to Marty, you stepped up to the engorged knight, your knees squeezing into its belly as you reached up to envelop a nipple in each cup. Even before the pumps were on you could see the milk eagerly gush from its tits, golden cream color as it sat inside waiting. Flicking the switch at the base of the pumps, you watched as they greedily sucked onto the knight’s tits, making it moan loud and buck against its belly. Each suck drawing another hefty gush of milk free before it was sucked away, pumps gripping tighter to each nipple before momentarily relaxing.
“See, pretty easy huh? Some of the bigger knights you do gotta use a step-ladder to reach their teats, but there should be a couple of those per barn. When we get new milkers you do gotta train ‘em in to not milk themselves, otherwise you aren’t collecting all you can, but that just involves a little soft restraint,” Marty said, gesturing up to leather arm straps that hung above the knights. “Before you ask, they knew what they were getting into when they signed up, so it’s just trying to get their head back in the game.”
“Good to know,” you said, continuing to watch as the pumps worked away at the knight’s teats. It definitely had a long way to go before it was fully drained, its tits only now beginning to lose the tight appearance to them.
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Two weeks had gone by and it was weigh-in day once more, and you were more than curious to learn how much weight the large knight had put on since he’d arrived. It seemed every day since he had been swelling up leaps and bounds faster than you had thought possible, easily dwarfing most of the other knights in your grow barn at empty, let alone when it was full.
Still, you wouldn’t break from your usual routine, going from back to front in the barn. 2 knights had reached milking barn size and were sent off, the rest still needed more time growing, so they were brought back and filled up. All that was left now was the large one at the front.
Stepping up, it was immediately clear your hoist had no chance of lifting him up. His massively bloated body far wider than your hoist’s straps could extend, and even if they could, its weight would certainly make it break. This left you with one other option for lifting up the wobbling belly of a knight.
“Hey Marty,” you said as you stepped into the milking barn. He was jotting something down as he unhooked a pair of pumps from a knight that’d just been brought in, looking up to you with a curious expression. “I got my last grower ready, but its too big for my hoist. I was wondering if the milking barn hoist would work better for it?”
Gesturing to a fellow worker beside him, the knight that had been brought in was lifted up and brought through a large double door that had a ‘B’ above it. “Sure, shouldn’t be an issue, head on down and I’ll catch up to you.”
When Marty finally made it into your grow barn, he let out an impressed whistle as he stared at your massive knight. “Damn, got a real grower here, huh?” He said, giving a few firm slaps to the top of the knight’s belly, making it let out a loud belch.
“I know, he has a massive capacity and definitely digests quick.”
“Well, let’s get him hooked up,” Marty said, moving the hoist over top of the knight.
“Would be surprised if he wasn’t milking barn weight.” Marty jiggled the knight’s belly for emphasis, wet gurgles breaking loose with the motion. He reached up and hefted one of the knights massive, sagging moobs as well, seeming to judge how they had filled out.
You nodded as you shimmied between the knight and his swollen neighbor, the neighboring knight letting out strained belches with every wobble from the massive knight’s belly.
When both straps were fully positioned under the knight, you squeezed back into the main walkway as Marty slowly lifted the massive knight up. The gears whirring loudly as even they struggled to contend with the sheer bulk of the knight, straps squeezing deep into its sloshing middle before it slowly began to raise up off the floor. The neighboring knight clutched at its own belly as it wobbled with the freedom its belly now had to splay out wider beneath it, no longer held tight against the titanic knight.
Even at the max height of the hoist, the knight’s belly button barely touched the floor, squeezed against it every time the knight so much as breathed hard. As it was pulled out onto the scale, it belched low moans, wobbling back and forth as it squeezed against the sides of its belly with its legs and arms.
Hovering above the scale you could tell there was gonna be a problem. “Marty, I think it's too big for the scale,” You said, looking at how even hanging above it, its gigantic middle spread farther than your scale was able to hold.
Marty seemed to consider it a moment, thoughtfully humming. “Grab one of the syringes and follow me. The milking barn has a much bigger scale that should work, and I’m certain it's well beyond the minimum weight to head there.”
The knight’s belly sloshed loudly as it was pulled further down, the knight letting out wet belches as it was hauled along. At the end of the hall there was a certainly massive scale, certainly meant to handle much bigger knights than you had seen, the sides slanted upwards slightly to catch any errant bulk that might try to spill over. As the knight was lowered down onto it, you watched the LED screen with rapt attention, eagerly waiting to see how big it had grown.
Finally, the screen lit up. ‘1740’, the knight had tripled in weight over just two weeks! It really was made to be a milker, and you were certain it was gonna be an outstanding producer!
Stepping up onto the scale, you rubbed the knight’s hefty triple chin as you said, “Good work, you’re gonna be a real producer!”
Plunging the needle in, its moobs immediately responded to the injection, rapidly swelling up to massive tits. The knight belched a moan as dark blue veins appeared on its tits, stretch marks starting to form before milk gushed from its nipples in thick streams. The knight awkwardly slid its chubby fingers under each leaking tit, belching as it squeezed them in some vain attempt to fully drain them.
Marty held up a pair of pumps up to you, ones which ended in a glass bottle with fluid measurements etched on the sides. “Here, get these on. Need to grade it before we can get it into a barn.
You quickly placed the pumps on, flicking the switch and watching as they sucked rhythmically on each teat. Even with how roughly they sucked on, milk still leaked around the space where pump met tit, the knight producing a veritable flood of milk. When the cup was full you turned the pumps off and pulled them free from the knight’s tits, which looked just as engorged as when you had started.
Marty considered the milk for a few moments, turning the container end over end, holding it up to the light. After a few minutes, Marty wrote down something on the knight’s sheet before he looked up to you and said, “Alright, get this knight to S barn and hooked up.”
“Don’t I have to go back and bring in the new knights to my grow barn?”
“New guy’s gonna take care of that, you’ve just been promoted to the milking barn,” Marty said with a chuckle, “You’ll be helping out in S barn.”
You felt ecstatic as it sunk in, already promoted to the milking barn so soon! “Yes sir!” You said, pressing the button to hoist up the knight and carried him down into the S barn. The sound of the knight’s massive gut rumbling in your ear, giving the underbelly a firm slap you looked up to the swaying knight as you said, “I guess I’ll be seeing more of you then!”
The knight let out a wet bwwwwwooooorrrrppp in response.