A Day at the Human Farm
Welcome to the first diary entry from your favorite Femcan, Lana, coming to you from the heart of the Human Farm, far away from the prying eyes of civilization. It’s a place of routine, discipline, and let’s say… a very unique kind of harvest. Today, like most days here, was a blend of bootcamp, meals, and a sprinkle of fresh arrivals. Let me walk you through a typical day.
The farm is 66 miles from the nearest main road, so isolated you can almost hear the silence out here. Not even a bird dares to sing too close. The LPs—that’s short for Longpigs—come from various sources, mostly thanks to the website. Sometimes Femcans bring fresh ones, straight from the wild of online “dating” or with a tip-off from a friendly diner customer. Every LP has a number; we welcomed LP18455 today, a new one straight into piggie bootcamp. He’s got that look in his eyes, still confused, still hopeful. They all start like that.
The first stop for any new LP is Orientation—but not the friendly kind. Femcan Rita was on duty today, marching the piggies through their routines. She’s strict, has them squealing by noon with her discipline drills, but that’s exactly what we need. I watched her lead LP11973 and LP18420 through obedience exercises—if they fail, it’s the chopping block, simple as that. The rules are strict here. Every Femcan knows them, every LP learns them.
Once the morning drills are over, it’s off to work. Today, LP17188 and LP16333 were assigned to the fields, hauling water buckets and clearing brush. The summer heat was on them, but they worked without complaint—mindwash center saw to that. No pain, no defiance. Their minds reshaped, rewired for obedience and service.
And then there’s the real prize: Dinner Invite LPs. They’ve gone through all the training, passed every test. It’s their turn to shine. LP15092 had that honor today, and the preparation started promptly. Three days of soaking in our secret sauce, sealed in a spa tank while Femcan Naya basted him every few hours. Smelled incredible already. We get a few Dinner Invite LPs per month; they get to enjoy their final weekend here like a party—a little celebration before the feast.
Once the soaking’s done, we get to the river roasting. It’s a peaceful scene: LP15092 resting in a cage that slowly turns over the fire as the river wheel spins. The sun’s setting, the fire crackles, and he’s just blissfully drifting in that trained, mindwashed state, feeling nothing but warmth and pleasure. All the Femcans gathered by the riverside today, laughing, chatting, and sipping drinks while the air filled with the scent of roasting meat. There’s something about the riverside roasts that’s just… relaxing. It’s a feast for every sense.
As for tonight, I’m manning the diner up front, the one right by the road that leads into the farm. Sometimes, travelers get curious and ask what’s down the old dirt road behind the diner. We usually smile and tell them it’s just an old farm. But every now and then, someone shows the right kind of curiosity, and we know they might just be the next LP. I’ve already got a few ideas for who might make the cut, if you know what I mean.
That’s all for today’s diary entry. The sun’s set, the farm’s quiet, and the LPs have been bedded down in the pigpens. There’s a certain calm that settles over the farm at night. I’ll keep you posted with more from the Human Farm—there’s always something cooking around here.
Until next time,
Femcan Lana
