"A Summer in the farm" by yourcaretakerart Part I chapter 7 (Patreon)

It seems that 295 pounds of beefy muscle on Kyle was not enough for destiny, so fate put on this big boy´s path his most desired plates together to take him further. For lunch, a whole platter of Russian salad and an almost entire pot of meatballs with mashed potatoes and indulged by Bertha, the dinner she had already prepared in advance joined that midday meal: a whole pot of mac and cheese and a Spanish tortilla the old woman improved with his cooking skills, which she was about to serve Kyle …

Kyle’s gut bulged to its bigger size ever and forced him to unfasten his bigger short jeans. However, the big boy observed with impatience the way that huge omelet was slid by bertha from its skillet to a large plate in a smooth way, thanks to the abundant oil that impregnated all its surface and bestowed on it, at the same time, an appetizing brightness. Bertha put it on the table in front of Kyle and took a knife to apply a horizontal cut and then a vertical one to split the tortilla into four pieces, and when she was about to perform two diagonal cuts to obtain eight, Kyle was quick to grab one of the four big pieces and shoved most of it into his mouth. Bertha reacted by looking at his husband with a combo of disbelief and fun and said to the boy, “Kyle, I can´t believe it! You´ve already eaten more than all our hogs together and you can´t even wait two seconds so I can cut up this! Oh my God! Haha”

Alfred just patted Kyle´s huge shoulder, “Those four large pieces are just the right size for this big man. Isn´t it, Kyle?”

The greedy giant, still chewing the first large piece, squeezed the rest of it into his mouth pushing deep in with his finger to make sure no single crumb falls out, and with his maw too overwhelmed with food to be able to utter a word and overcome with the feeling of animal virility that the growing overblown in his gut infused him, Kyle showed his agreement with Alfred just leaning back to expose his whole tank among roars and striking strong slaps on his belly, locking his eyes on the farmer´s one with a cocky grin.

Kyle kept on inhaling that large omelet while listening to Alfred and Bertha´s admiration remarks. Once his large plate got empty and after a couple of heavy gulps to lighten part of his last overloaded mouthful, he said grunting, “ Aaaauugh, Auntie … you´re such a great cook … that Spanish tortilla was cooked to perfection BUUUUURP … the eggs in it were just juicy … BUUUUURP …  oooofff! … neither watery nor dry … just juicy … aaaaaah”, he sighed heavily with blunting pleasure

Bertha said smiling, “, oh, sweety, you don´t need to swear that you liked it so much!” then she took a look at the empty containers, “but you just ate the lunch and the whole dinner in one go! I’ll have to cook for dinner tonight again!”

Alfred intervened and said with a jocular tone, “Kyle, don´t you feel sorry for Bertha? Having this poor old woman locked away in the kitchen for you?”

Kyle just gave back a sleepy smile. Bertha stood up and approached Kyle, “He´s a great boy and works so hard at the farm and his gym; he deserves all that food, Alfred”, and while caressing Kyle´s cheek, she added lovingly, “just the way you enjoy my plates is so rewarding to me, sweety; no matter if I have to spend extra time cooking for you”

Kyle´s drowsy eyes suddenly opened up sparkling, “Then I can have dessert, right??!!!”

The big boy´s witty answer, together with Bertha´s reaction of surprise, made it impossible for Alfred to resist bursting into laughter noisily, bending forward after giving a smack on the table.

Bertha looked at his husband dropping her jaw, took her hands to her waist, and complained with a funny tone of mock indignation, “I can´t believe it! Such cheeky boy, haha”

The farmer took Kyle´s request even further, “I´m sorry for you, Bertha, but In all fairness, our Kyle deserves two desserts: one for lunch and one for dinner, haha!”

“Exactly, uncle! HA HA HA” Kyle said with the laugh of a giant, lifting his hand to give a high five to Alfred, “besides, auntie, that´s what you always say: ‘Every meal is worth its salt must have a good dessert’ HA HA HA”

Having plenty of strong arguments and Bertha´s approval, so it was, if it was not for the fact that the old woman had ready only one dessert: a large tray of custard crowned with abundant cream that Kyle had every intention of squeezing into his more than ever stuffed gut. Spurred by his excellent flavor and the couple’s encouragement, spoonful after spoonful the dessert disappeared progressively at a fast pace as Kyle felt his stomach pushing against its limit, breathing more and more heavily. However, the big man was determined to inhale the entire custard once and for all, so he scratched the tray to form the last and biggest ever spoonful without leaving any rest. With the final push, he let out an intense roar of exertion that got muffled as he shoved his utensil to the back into his maw, then, he tossed the empty spoon noisily on the tray carelessly like when dropping down his heaviest dumbbell right after the last hardest push during his lifts.

He flopped into his chair back with a noisy crack. Overpassed, not only his already maxed-out stomach capacity but also the volume his cheeks could contain,  Kyle seriously had to power through to deal with that last cumbersome spoonful and his satiety. The big man threw his head back, closed his eyes, and focused on chewing, squeezing his lips strongly as they revolved between his ballooned-up cheeks, resembling a cement mixer spinning at maximum load.

Alfred was aware of Kyle´s last huge effort and his low groans let the farmer realize that, at a last moment of weakness, the bulky man was just stirring in his mouth that more than enough mashed mouthful. The old man said striking a couple of good slaps on the big man´s belly, “You don´t need to chew that much; that´s just a soft custard, tough boy!”

The farmer´s truthful statement sounded in Kyle´s mind like an imperative order. Kyle suddenly stopped chewing and took a couple of huge breaths that made his chest go up and down like that of a gasping bull. The big man, still pointing with his head to the ceiling, stuffed down that last overflowing mouthful with a single heavy gulp that was heard like the noisy splash of a boulder thrown down a deep well. Its sound dilated inside Kyle´s throat as that loaded jumble of food slowly went down his exposed wide neck to finally plunge into the big man´s already more than forced tank, pushing its ultimate capacity even further.

The same food overblown that made Kyle feel his gut painfully about to burst, made him feel crazy bigger than ever and urged him to show off the aftermath of his great eater feat. Overcoming his food drowsiness with renewed energy, Kyle suddenly stood up, dragging noisily his chair with the back of his legs; his gigantic belly seemed to keep blowing up as it towered over Alfred and Bertha´s heads filling their sight.

Once totally upright, Kyle got ready to unleash the gusts of his savage exhibitionism in the key of jokes that not only gave the big boy “license” for it but also boosted his cocky outbursts with an irresistible wild craziness.

Kyle took his fists to his torso sides and said with a heavy voice as if he were trying to move a mountain, “Uncle, auntie, look at this!  … this is what they call the huge bloated bodybuilder! What do you think of this gut? Did I eat enough to become the champion?” Thereupon, to enhance convincingly the protruding arch of his overblown gut, Kyle swung grossly his torso in both directions to make more visible its curvature as his carelessly open jean folds flapped.

Bertha and Alfred just got blown away before such an overwhelming exhibition of virility and size. The old woman took his hand to her heart and said nodding, “Oh, Jesus, Kyle! definitely, you´ll get the first prize, hehe”

Alfred agreed, “You´re right, Bertha, but for our Kyle, that first prize is not enough; this  he-man wants to be much bigger than anybody else, right, my boy?”

Kyle grinned at Alfred, “The biggest guy by far wherever I go, uncle”, Then he slapped strongly his gigantic gut in agreement, totally proud as if it was one more muscle group pumped up after a gym session, big and solid.

Gone that blast of showing off, Kyle´s food doze reappeared: his eyelids got heavy and a soft moan escaped his lips, but even in that state of languor, the big boy never stopped irradiating intense manliness without even aiming for it; getting ready for a big yawn, Kyle closed his eyes and took his hands to his nape, bulging out his thick guns and exhibiting his furry armpits as he arched back heavily to inhale more and more air, blowing up even bigger his massive upper torso, making his stuffed gut protrude even more over his still well-opened jean folds, reveling carelessly in the process the most hidden hairs of his golden happy-trail. Kyle got such an insane size and roared so loud while releasing such a huge amount of air to yawn, that he could intimidate a grizzly bear.

The food binge concluded with Alfred and Bertha prolonging their admiration and pride for their big boy, joking lovingly about the fact he´s a hopeless guzzler and has no option but to eat everything Bertha puts in his way and suggesting he take a nap to let his stomach handle the large lunch and dinner he polished off together.

***

It was a nice summer day, so Kyle decided to have a nap outdoors on some sheaves of wheat. On his way, Kyle passed by the warehouse where the livestock weight machine was. When his drowsy eyes perceived the scale, he stopped short to stare at the reading screen. Instinctively, his hands went to the base of his maxed-out gut to slide up and down along all over it, feeling how much his stuffed tank protruded; he briefly looked down to gaze back at the weight machine and walked over it with his sight fixed on the display; one foot on the plate, then the other one. After a few seconds, Kyle´s eyes opened up for a moment and a moan of disbelief escaped his mouth. That huge lunch and dinner contained in his tank made that bulky boy´s weight goes from 295 pounds to 303. Kyle´s disbelief moans got louder and louder as he rubbed his belly with more and more impetuous, turning into roars of animal pride; Kyle had never loved the bursting sensation in his gut as much as at that moment; feeling powerful, massive, like the biggest stud, feeling that reading like a prediction.

“That´s an acceptable weight to be called a true  he-man with your height, right, my boy?”

Despite not expecting the presence of the farmer there, Kyle turned his head to Alfred without flinching, then his eyes looked down at a blender pitcher the old man was holding and gazed back at his face.

“Fruit juice and milk with some cookies” Alfred explained, “nothing compared to Bertha´s desserts, but at least you will have the second dessert you missed”

Kyle´s more than exceeded satiety imposed, making him feel as if he gulped down a single grain of rice he would explode. However, unable to refuse directly, Kyle took his hands to his gut, rubbing it to enhance his fullness while huffing and nodding at Alfred with a raw foolish smile, hoping to be forgiven that improvised dessert.

Alfred insisted keeping calm, patting Kyle´s gut on the side “Just making sure most of those 8 pounds of food stay there and on your muscles. You don´t wanna get back to 200 pounds or so, that´s too skinny, do you, Kyle?.” The farmer asked raising the jug

“Uncle knows best!” Kyle grabbed the shake, closed his eyes, blew up his chest as if he wanted to inflate a bouncy castle in one go, took the pitcher to his opened-up mouth, and started swallowing the juice as he rubbed his stomach.

Alfred just observed the liquid level in the jug, checking it did not stop descending as he patted Kyle´s extremely forced tank and encouraged him, “just the last push, big boy … every last drop … you’ve gotta keep growing over those 300 pounds”

Alfred inflamed Kyle´s desire of getting even bigger to make him proud to the point that, with one single go and fighting his satiety, the big man emptied the pitcher letting out groans of exertion in between his noisy gulps that sounded more and more beastly grotesque as he forced that dense juice down his throat.

Once every last drop was in, Kyle uttered a long bellow, shooting a savage look at Alfred and frowning his face in pain, “Ooooffff!! I´m gonna fucking blow, uncle!!!” Kyle arched back his back heavily in an attempt to expand his gut to allocate all that huge amalgam of food, crossing his hands all over his belly to relieve the painful overblown in it, “It hurts ooooofff, but when it comes to keeping growing I love it!!!

“That’s the only way to get bigger, Kyle; the closer you get to burst, the bigger you’ll get! Besides, lately, you weren´t having much fruit … even my hogs have all they need … so my Percheron workhorse won´t have less” Alfred said patting the big man´s belly as it went up and down with his grunting and hard breathing due to all the room his extremely maxed-out stomach was robbing his lungs, “now you can take a nap and let your tank expand as it manages all this, my boy”

***

Kyle grossly flopped into a pile of sheaves of wheat with a heavy groan; the cereal got crushed under the big man´s 303 pounds as if it were soft cotton. Kyle laid still totally overcome by his biggest ever fullness; only the mountain of his gut oscillated up and down over his still well opened up jeans like the loin of a whale breaking the surface of the ocean while swimming.

After a couple of minutes, Kyle raised his arm to slide his straw hat over his face and avoid the bright summer sunlight, despite laying under the refreshing shade of some trees. surrounded by the relaxing stillness of the late noon, Kyle indulged in his massive food overblown and his last feats.

The big boy slowly crossed his arms all over his belly to feel his exploding food fullness and the way his bowed-out belly protruded, “Ooooooh, my gut feels so big!”, he murmured grunting, “Ooooofff, a platter of Russian salad, one pot of meatballs and another one of mac and cheese, a whole tortilla, that large custard, and that pitcher … all in here … oooooofff” he reviewed, slapping his tank to enjoy the tightness and thickness provided by that party menu, “Ooooh, I love eating like a fucking horse to keep growing  … I need so much more!!”

A growing tightness in Kyle´s briefs urged him to pull them down enough for some relief and so Kyle did without lifting his hat. Then, with one single hand, he kept greedily rubbing his gut, forcefully as his moans turned into roars and raised in the air louder and louder like the bellows of a stallion beast in heat, confounded with the other sounds of the horses and bulls around.

Once Kyle threw the last and strongest roar into the air, his body got motionless with his limbs spread. After a few minutes, as his breathing got calmer and calmer, he moved his arms, only to put his hands under his head. In that careless pose, Kyle gave himself up to the wild nature that engulfed him and that farm, feeling on his exposed sweaty furry armpits and his wet belly the coolness of the wind that blew from time to time, aspirating on its gusts the exhilarating smell from the wildflowers and hearing its nice sound as it rustled the leaves of the trees,

Along that delightful doze with the caresses of the wind, its fragancies, and its soft murmur, Kyle loosely digressed on the rest of summer, his huge size, and his outstanding eating capacity, “It’d be so great telling my friends to come here a couple of days … trying my old shirts and jeans before them to blow them away now that I´m so much bigger and stronger … tiny Jem will get so impressed when I play around to show off for him … Haha, Mark will get so pissed off now that I lift way much weight than him, haha … watching me as I blow up about to burst with all Bertha and Alfred make me eat … or even winning for them some food contest around … they there encouraging me and then worshiping my stuffed gut … and next time I meet Bob my size will blow his mind … I just wanna keep growing in every way … no matter if I have to force this tank about to burst … just bigger and bigger … Bertha and Alfred will be so proud of me, their big boy  … packing away even more, until I´m about to burst … just bigger and bigger …”

Kyle looked forward to all those coming-up events and others he pictured in his mind as they imbued in his heart all kinds of emotions; he felt admired like a superhero, feared like a giant, unconditionally beloved like a puppy, raised like a stallion Percheron horse to grow huge. Kyle finally fell asleep desiring so much more of all that, totally addicted to growing.

End of part I

To be continued