"A Summer in the farm" by yourcaretakerart. Part I Chapter 4 (Patreon)

Throughout the Summer in the farm, Kyle kept on lifting hard at his home gym at the same time he just ate up all Bertha and Alfred put on his way. That delicious country home-made food together with the couple´s encouragement and admiration made Kyle gain a serious amount of muscle, feeling like a total stud and wishing for more, wondering how much bigger he could get if he stood for a whole year. Unfortunately, when Summer was close to its end, his father called to tell him that staying in that farm was not part of his plan for his son´s “bright” future.

While Kyle was indulging himself in his last muscle gains in the mirror, a call melody sounded from his phone on his desk. He walked over to the table and read “Dad” on the screen. Kyle picked it up and said, “hi”.

“Kyle, it’s all arranged, you’re coming back to start college next month”

“Forget it, dad!”, the hunk replayed without thinking twice.

His father asked, “What did you just say?!”

“I’m staying at this farm for a whole year!” the boy answered in a louder voice.

Kyle´s father replayed, “Don´t ever dare to raise your voice at me again, young man. I sent you to that farm as a corrective for your poor performance at high school and now you say that you want to stay there. Did you lose your-? ”

Kyle interrupted yelling at him, “Can you just once stop talking to me as if I were one of your fucking students!”

“Not another word!” His father concluded, “Like it or not, you´re leaving that farm to start college so don´t get so damn comfortable, you don´t belong there!”

Kyle finally got totally sick and tired of his father trying to take the reins of his life, “NO WAYYYY!!!” He shouted as he smashed his phone into the wall, then he changed his clothes in a second and stormed out slamming the door of his room and making shake the walls of the entire house. The blow went straight to Alfred´s and Bertha´s hearts, who turned their heads to see from their sits in the living room how the boy thunderously ran down the stairs like a runaway horse.

“Hey, Kyle, child, wait!” they said standing up and gesturing tors him, but he was already out of the house. The couple looked at each other with faces of concern and went to the window. They observed the boy about to leave the farm for a stroll with Garrison´s dog, Gus, as he used to do every day. The way Kyle walked with rushed steps as his figure got lost between the trees reaffirmed the couple´s thoughts of something had happened.

Later, after the hottest hours, when the evening breeze started to move the tree leaves, Alfred and Bertha were sitting on the porch to enjoy the coolness of the end of the day. The old woman was watching a recipe video on her tablet. Her husband was doing the same to listen to the news. They heard a squeak from the fence of the entrance. It was Kyle with their dog after his walk. When the hunk got closer to the house, Bertha and Alfred took off their earphones.

“Sweety,” the old woman said as she patted the slip seat of the chair next to her, “seat down for a second”

After coming up the step riser, Kyle asked, “What´s up, auntie?”, then he plopped down on the seat, “did you tangle with the tablet again? Haha. What is it?”

“Kyle,” Bertha said, “Didn´t you hear us calling you when you were heading out?”

“Oh, I didn´t! I was … I had to eh … I was …” Kyle rephrased while adjusting his cap unnecessarily.

“You were mad at your dad”, she completed the sentence locking her eyes on Kyle’s ones.

The boy gazed at Alfred, who nodded his head.

Then Kyle asked, “How do you know that?”

Bertha answered, “By the time you stormed off, the home phone started ringing. It was your father and he wants you to call him. Plain as day”

Kyle crossed his arms, “I won´t call him!”, he refused in a rasped short accent

Alfred put his chair next to the boy to intervene, “My boy, you´re living here with us, far from your home; we have some responsibility toward you for your parents, you have to”

Kyle just let out a sigh of protest and angrily frowned his face looking at the table in front of him, squeezing, even more, his crossed arms.

Then, Bertha leaned towards him, placing her hand on his shoulder, “Can´t you tell us at least what happened, sweety? Is everything alright?

Kyle took a deep breath, signed heavily, and took off his cap, “My dad. He arranged for me to go to college and I don´t want to. That´s not what I want for me”

“But something doesn´t add up” Alfred stated, “You need good grades to go to college and you told us that you didn´t do so well with your studies. That´s why you´re here”

Kyle answered, “Well, I got good enough marks to go to college, but by a whisker, a thing that my parents consider pathetic and gotta be fixed or else I won´t get a degree they say … they think that someone that doesn't get a degree is a loser, but I don´t think so”

“Oh, I see, honey,” Bertha said, “so your parents are very demanding about your studies”

“Too much!” Kyle confirmed, “Both my parents work in important positions at university so ever since I was a kid they used to tell me things such as: ‘the son of a rector can´t show such mediocre grades’ or ‘look at your cousin, he´s younger than you and he´s already at college. Are you not ashamed?’, they got me so overwhelmed with their sick high standards that I ended up repeating a couple of years. I´m sick and tired of all that” Kyle concluded as he tossed his cap on the table.

“Grades … bah!” Alfred said, “My boy, that tells nothing of you but how much time you´ve spent sitting and memorizing in front of a book. What matters is being able to do things”

“I know, honey, I know,” Bertha said, “Anyway, after all, we can tell that your parents brought you up very well; they´ve instilled in you values because you´re a hardworking boy and very responsible. I think parents want the best for their kids and surely yours think that getting a college degree is the best for you to get a good job and so on, but … What do you want for yourself? For your future”

“I don´t really know”, Kyle answered, ”but right now I´d like to stay here one more year to keep saving some money, keep learning so many things at your farm and-”

“Woof, woof!” Gus barked as he approached Kyle to lick his face by surprise.

The boy turned his face laughing and said while playfully rubbing the dog, “and of course you buddy! Haha. Did you have fun today with me playing and chasing the squirrels, the birds, Gus?!” Then he turned his face tors the couple, “You know, my parents never allowed me to have any pet at home”

“So,” The old woman said, “You´d like to stay longer to save some more money, keep learning things, the dog … right?”

Kyle interrupted his groans while squeezing Gus against himself, “Yeah, I do!”

Bertha smirked and added winking at Alfred, “Oh yeah, having your own gym and my food is the least of it, isn´t it?”

Kyle suddenly stopped paying attention to Gus and gazed immediately at the couple, “Oh, auntie, I didn’t mean that. Your food is the best part! Haha”

“Haha, it´s ok, sweety,” Bertha said

Alfred leaned forward to the dog, “Hey, Gus, can Kyle stay to play with you and take you for walks?”

The dog barked and wagged his tail as if he was showing his validation.

“Well,” the old man said striking the palms of his hands, “the big guy says ‘yeah’”

The boy wrapped his arm around the dog and rubbed him, “Thanks for not letting me down, buddy! Haha”

Bertha stood up, “Well, It´s time for dinner, I´m gonna set the table. All kidding aside, sweety, of course, you can stay but, please, call your parents back and tell them”

The hunk replayed, “Yeah, I will, auntie … What´s for dinner by the way?”

“Oh, I prepared that Spanish thing you mentioned the other day, ‘Spanish tortilla’, from that cooking website we checked when you helped me with this thing the other day,” Bertha said waving her tablet.

“Really, auntie!?” Kyle said widening his eyes and smiling with his mouth half-open.

“Yeah! It turned out great, you´ll see” Bertha confirmed reinforcing his sentence with a meaningful gesture to indicate a delicious taste.

Alfred stood up and stepped towards Kyle to pat his shoulder, “Bertha, you know that our boy is very smart, don´t you? He taught us to use these things so he can try all kinds of plates over there”

The old man’s remark pushed loud laughter from Kyle´s mouth as the boy put one hand behind his nape.

Bertha felt Kyle´s blond hair locks, “Oh, he´s a great boy, he can have from me all the plates he wants” then she leaned towards Kyle to give a peck on his cheek, “as long as you promise me not to slam doors like that again. Ok, sweety?” She warned slightly smiling while rising his eyebrows and sticking out his index finger, trying to look nice at the same time as stern.

“I´m so sorry!” Kyle was quick to apologize grabbing the arms of his chair, “I was so pissed off that I didn´t notice, I´ll never do that again, auntie!”

“It´s ok, honey!” Bertha replied, “Go and wash your hands!” Then, she touched Kyle´s cheek before entering the home.

***

The next day Kyle called his parents as Garrisons told him to confirm that he would stay at the farm for a whole year. His father had to make do with showing his disappointment with demeaning words, and his mother just kept a cold indifference which, however, Kyle felt like a callous judgment even more hurtful than his father´s taunts to remind him of the weight of his resolution.

Although the city boy kept firmly his decision, when he got off the phone, he felt sad, but just at that moment. His natural bright view of life, his home gym, the walks with Gus, the laughter with Bertha and Alfred, their warmth treatment, and their finger-licking homemade food, soon faded the sorrow in Kyle´s heart away.

***

After a couple of days, the Garrisons were invited to have lunch by the Mitchells, Bob, and Donna, who were old family friends and neighbors. After his lift session, Kyle took a shower, got dressed in his short jeans and sleeveless plaid shirt, and put his cap on.

Once in the car on the way to the Mitchells’ home, Kyle said from the back seat, “Do they live far from here? I´ve just lifted and I´m starving!” He said slapping his stomach to enhance the need of getting it full.

Alfred answered while driving, “just five minutes, my boy”

Bertha turned her head, “oh, just to let you know, that couple is going through a rough patch. They have been arguing a lot lately, but I assure you, they are good people. Don’t be surprised if there is some drama going on…”

Kyle placed his hands on the rest heads of the front seats and leaned forward, “Ah, that´s fine, I always wanted to go to one of those dinner theaters, haha”

The Garrisons broke into laughter and said, “yeah, you can call it that way”, “just enjoy the show”

When they parked in Mitchell’s yard, they got off and were received by Donna. After greeting, Bertha and Alfred introduced Kyle to the woman, who said, “The lunch is almost ready, and I still have to unbox the table and the chairs I’ve just bought, sorry, but my good-for-nothing husband is a slacker, and he preferred loitering instead of giving me a hand.

“Don´t worry, Donna”, Bertha said, “I help you with the lunch while Alfred and Kyle set the table and the chairs”

Kyle started carrying the pieces around the backyard. He saw a glimpse of her husband Bob in the corner of his eye, and almost stopped dead in his tracks. Her husband was floating in the pool, relaxing on an inflatable chair, but it wasn’t the thing that was the most inflated in this backyard. Bob was huge. He started his life as a trucker and gained the shape associated with the job. The years he spent sitting all day long and eating enormous meals transformed him into a blimp of a man. His pecs were boobs bigger than his wife’s: a thick bumper starting at the front, continuing into a cushion under his armpits (forcing his arms at an angle at all time), and finally ending in his wide and massive back. Bob’s head was sitting on top of that big chest, with no neck in sight. Some would think that it was hidden under his beard, but it was just an illusion. That beard was not long at all. Under it, a fat double chin, attached to cheeks twice as wide as his head. To support it all, an overworked trapezius, visible even when looking at him from the front. The layer of hair spread across his entire body betrayed his age, but made him look full of wisdom and experience. His arms and legs were massive too, essential to carry the 400-pound man.

But most of his weight was in his enormous ball belly. It was not soft fat that you could easily burn by doing some exercises. That sphere was solid as a rock: the result of years of overeating. His hands were always supporting it, rubbing it, caressing it, as if it was a pet attached to his body, controlling every pulsion he had. And most of the time, that pulsion was hunger. Bob would pride himself as a big eater. After all, that thing needed to be fed. It never really stopped growing. Each year, it would gain at least an inch.

That gigantic belly dominated the space and was an immediate eye-catcher. Kyle had never seen someone so big, he couldn’t imagine what carrying that much mass would feel like. He looked at him for a couple of seconds which seemed like hours until Donna snapped him back to reality by saying: “Oh, this is my husband Bob! Excuse his light clothing, it’s kinda hot today!” Kyle repeated absentmindedly  “yeah, kinda hot…”

When the furniture was in place and the food was ready, Alfred and Kyle sat at the table while Donna and Bertha brought the first plates.

Bob joined them plopping down into the recently acquired chair with a heavy crack, he set his legs wide, and said pointing at his part of the table with a despective tone, “You can put most of the dishes here, I’m sure this skinny boy wouldn’t even be able to eat 1/10 of what can fit in this big belly of mine.” He thumped the big ball sitting on his lap. Bob spent so much time with his fat trucker friends at work that his manners have devolved into constant teasing, competitive behavior, and pride in his heavy and hairy male body. “if you want to know what it’s like eating like a real man, sit tight and watch the show! Hey Donna, give this fitness boy a leaf of lettuce, it would probably be enough, he’s probably on a diet or something…Ha ha ha!”
Kyle answered, “Hey, what the hell-!”

Alfred grabbed the boy´s forearm and gestured unconcern with his face.

Donna glanced at his husband with an expression of annoyance, “Not even with guests at home are you gonna stop behaving like an animal? Pfff! I´m sure you´ve already broken that new chair and not only you haven´t introduced yourself to Garrisons´ boy”, but also you try to steam him up”

“I was just kidding! Your name, boy?” Bob asked gazing at Kyle, who said his name at once.

“I´m Bob. See, Donna? We´re introduced. Now put that plate down here. I’m starving!” He ordered repeatedly slapping the table making the cutlery on it shake with an unpleasant noise.

His wife plopped down the plate letting out a sigh. While Bertha and Donna were bringing the rest of the food, Alfred started a conversation with their obese host, “So, how are you doing at work, Bob?

The fat man showed a slight shrug without stopping eating or taking his eyes off his food, “Good! As usual, I’m sitting all day long driving my truck back and forth, only getting off to grub at roadhouses; I know all of them. You know, it’s peaceful and quiet…” He leaned toward Kyle and whispered: “...unlike here. Ahem.”

Donna put the last plate on the table and said after taking a seat, “yeah, you drive back and forth, but you´re unable to take me for a trip. Bertha, do you know when was the last time we went on a trip? Five years ago!”

“I come back from work too tired!” Bob answered without even looking at his wife “I wanna rest!”

“Of course you´re tired; you spent the whole day gorging, getting fat like a pig! Laying around on the couch is the only thing you can do!”

Bob, like a hog unable to speak or understand any human language, limited himself to just burping loudly and kept on chomping away.

Donna put her elbows on the table covering her face with her hands as she let out a  sigh of resignation, and after a few seconds, she turned her face toward Bertha and Alfred, “We better change the subject. How about you? It seems that you finally found someone to help you at the farm”

Bertha, hearing how Bob called Kyle: ‘skinny fitness boy’, replied winking at the hunk, “Oh yeah! We´re so lucky for finding such a hardworking boy, but he´s turning out to be so expensive!”

“Oh, yeah? Why?” Donna asked.

“Because our boy eats like a horse! Haha,” Bertha explained gesturing with her head towards Kyle.

At that moment Bob stopped eating, looked up from his plate, and asked, “How are you doing with that plate, boy?”

Kyle just followed Bertha´s lead “Hmmm, this roast beef with potatoes tastes delicious, nice starter but I´m still starving; these helpings are way smaller than the ones my auntie usually serves me” the boy answered with a jocular tone while Bertha and Alfred´s more or less suppressed laughter chorused his words.

The fat man, irritated, just resumed his eating, even more noisily, resembling a boar snarling to hold off intruders from his territory.

Alfred added, “Of course you´re starving; you´re training so hard!” Then the old man looked at Bob and Donna, “You know, Kyle set up a gym at our farm; he arrived kind of skinny, and look at him now; he´s such a strong boy!”

Donna gazed at his arms, “Oh yeah, boy, I can tell that by your arms! What guns!”

Kyle flexed lightheartedly one of his biceps, “precisely, I hit arms today” and flashed a beaming smile as he made his bicep bulge out several times and kept eating.

Bertha explained, “in the first days, the poor thing had a real hard time carrying those dammed barrels, but now that´s a piece of cake for him!”

The proud and affectionate way Bertha and Alfred told Kyle´s early feats at the farm and his early growth encouraged the boy to polish off plate after plate; Bob, for his part, started to feel alarmed when he raised his head and checked that Kyle was still eating with no sign of satiation; the fat man was so wrong when he thought that a third plate would be enough to satisfy his rival. A drop of sweat beaded Bob´s forehead and his eyes popped out at the sight of Kyle even accelerating his eating pace, making big mouthfuls disappear in between slurping sounds of drinking up large glasses of water.

Donna kept bringing more dishes. It was evident that Bob was getting full because he lost all of his mobility. He would grab a plate with his left hand and put it on top of his fat mountain, and slowly use the spoon with his right hand, one mouthful at a time. His breathing became louder, and his stomach started to make sounds of protestation, whereas Kyle kept eating with great voracity, piling up some more empty dishes than Bob, who thought, “Fuck, that douchebag is gonna beat me! It can't be!

The way Bob was struggling encouraged Kyle, although he pretended not to be aware of the weakness of his rival. He had already packed more food than Bob, but he was determined to eat some more to make his enemy feel even more humiliated. Was he a better eater than Bob? In reality, Bob’s belly was composed of hard visceral fat. His actual stomach wasn’t that much bigger than a normal person's. Yes, he was a glutton, but at one point, the sphere would be so hard that it would be a lot harder to inflate than Kyle’s: the young man's abs could simply stretch to make more room for food. Bob’s abs, on the other hand: no one had ever seen those...

That big fat man tried to keep up Kyle´s pace, but his body wasn’t doing so well. He kept filling his cheeks to make it look like he was still eating, but he would take all his energy to swallow it all. His belly was harder than ever: he had to spread his legs even wider to make room for it, otherwise, it would push his chest and double chin into his throat, cutting his respiration. He pushed his upper torso so far to give room to his stomach, and he spread his legs so wide that he fell down on his knee. He was on the floor, using all his remaining energy to keep everything in his stomach as if he was holding his breath. Throwing up would be even more humiliating for him. Immobile, on his knees, and about to explode, he looked like a pufferfish totally bloated when feeling intimidated. At that moment Kyle suddenly stood up, approached Bob, and showed off his big stuffed hard belly, pulling the waistband of his short jeans down with his thumb and slapped it with great energy and enthusiasm, like a strong massive muscular silverback gorilla beating his chest to impose his physical superiority, “HELL YEAAAAAAH …BURRRRP ... GRRRRR! … Look at this, Bob! This 6 feet 4 inches and 270 lb muscle body packs tons of food, and is still growing! Think twice before messing with me again!”. Bob didn’t respond, as he was about to fall into a food coma.

Donna stood up taking her hands to her head looking at his husband with widened eyes and then she released all her disappointment., “Look at you. You´re a clown. It´s impossible having a nice time with you around! Always wanting to prove yourself. Where is this even coming from? I’m not even sure why we are still together at this point.”

Fortunately, the argument between the couple only lasted a few minutes, and the contagious positivity of the Garisssons was able to end the visit on a good note. Still, it made Bertha and Alfred worried about their friend’s future. What was missing in Bob’s life? They wondered…

***

Kyle felt his jeans so tight that when he got in the car he had to lean on his elbow on the back seat of the car to avoid an unbearable pinching of the waistband very low under his belly button.

After starting the car Alfred said, “Well, you taught Bob a lesson. That´s my boy!” and then he patted Kyles's knee.

“Haha, yeaaaah! And you know what? If there had been Bertha´s food, I would´ve eaten even more!!” The hunk said to make them even prouder.

“Oh, I know”, Bertha agreed, “It´s a pity that Donna didn´t serve any dessert, but don´t worry, there´s cake at home, sweety! As you know, every meal worth its salt needs a good dessert”

“Yeah?” Kyle said forcing a smile and repenting his previous remark.

“Yeah!” Bertha confirmed, “San Marcos´ cake, that Spanish dessert you really wanted to try. You know, that one that takes toasted yolk, cream …”

While the old woman was listing the ingredients, Kyle sucked in his belly as he compressed his mouth to undo his jeans button, not only to feel his stomach better but also to let her know that he was already quite stuffed after his confrontation with Bob. However, Bertha kept mentioning every last ingredient as if she didn´t notice or as if she didn´t want to.

Kyle thought while massaging his stomach to alleviate the bursting sensation in it, “Ooooofff, fuck! …”

To be continued.