Yasmin realized that the barn building had no windows or the like. There was only ventilators and artificial light. She guessed, however, that it was round seven or eight in the evening by now. She suddenly realized how hungry she was and could see that the other girls in the barn felt just the same as her: They were still embarassed at the thought of eating pig swill from a trough. At last Yasmin said aloud: "Well, I'm gonna try it. Otherwise I'll strave and that's no option either." She dug her snout into the strange smelling, greyish mash in front of her. It tasted remarkably good. Somehow sweet and not at all rotten as she had expected. With growing appetite she ate and the other followed her example after she had confirmed to them how well it tasted.
Later in the night, after they had speculated some more about what was to come until the lights had gone off, Yasmin took her first shit in the new sty. They had wisely decided to all use a certain corner as their toilet. She nevertheless felt slightly embarassed and hoped none of the other girls watched her do it. When it was done, she thought to herself: "There I am. A breeding sow like a million others. Raw material for meat production and not much more. Somehow I expected a little more in life." Despite those depressing sounds she fell asleep soon after.
The next morning saw no interruption of their routine as was true for the entire next week. At the end of the second week, however, they finally got some company and a group of large sows was moved into the pen next to theirs. Immediately introductions were made but it was no good use that the experienced sows brought. "You know", said one of them, Katy by name, "its a horrible life. After the second pregnancy cycle I started to hope I might be chosen for the slaughterhouse next time. You know, apart from this short pregnancy period you're confined to narrow boxes where you just fit in the whole time. And either this young pervert fondles your pussy and then pushes in the plastic rod with this horrible pig junk in or you have the whole hassle of giving birth and having these awful piglets suck at your teats. Anyway, this is my seventh circle, so I guess its gonna be the last. Most of my friends were taken last time. They are all sausage and bacon by now, I guess." Yasmin felt sad when she heard this and her hopes dwindled. The older sows also told them a lot of stories about the horrible life of a breeding sows and Yasmin increasingly understood that the slaughter pigs had maybe after all drawn the luckier number.
One day, shortly before giving birth the older sows were moved again and Yasmin bade goodbye to Katy. A few weeks later Yasmin and her friends, now a good 100 kg heavy, were also moved into another building. Here they were each forced into a narrow box, where they could not even turn around. In the evening the young farmer walked in, casually fondling their backsides and said: "Well ladies, no hormone therapy starts and in ten days its time for your first breeding session. I will enjoy it, hope you, too!" With a mischeavous grin, he then went off and left them to their dark thoughts.
During the next days Yasmin to her horror felt her pussy swell and juices started to drip. Then the dreadded day came. First a large black boar was shoved in. He was in a little box and placed before the frist sows, Yasmin among them. Then she noticed the young farmer behind her as he patted her back and put some sort of mat on it. NExt she felled him clean her pussy with a bit of wet paper. She wanted to get away but suddenly felt that she was all rigid, even her ears pointing up, and could not move at atll. "Damn instincts", she thought, knowing that her body betrayed her awaiting a mounting boar. Instead she felt the young farmer tug at her pussy and suddenly a plastic rod was pushed into her until she could feel it deep inside. Next she felt a lukewarm liquid being pushed in, which she knew to be the pig sperm. Then suddenly the rod was torn from her pussy rather briskly and it was all over. "Somehow I hoped my first time would be a little more romantic.", she said to herself, but she was also happy that it went so quick. One by one all the sows underwent the same treatment before it was over after two hours and the farmer left.