Reminds me of Frederik Pohl's "Chicken Little" from the book Space Merchants: """ He swung open her door. “This is her nest,” he said proudly. I looked and

Reminds me of Frederik Pohl's "Chicken Little" from the book Space Merchants: """ He swung open her door. “This is her nest,” he said proudly. I looked and gulped. It was a great concrete dome, concrete-floored. Chicken Little filled most of it. She was a gray-brown, rubbery hemisphere some fifteen yards in diameter. Dozens of pipes ran into her pulsating flesh. You could see that she was alive. Herrera said to me: “All day I walk around her. I see a part growing fast, it looks good and tender, I slice.” His two-handed blade screamed again. This time it shaved off an inch-thick Chicken Little steak. (Ch. 9) """