From the Archives: Down On The Farm (Patreon)

(Another oldie from back in 2018. Enjoy!)

“Just…a little...more...” Jake grunted, struggling to pull the fence post in to place as his bare, chiseled biceps flexed in the afternoon sun. They’d been at it for hours, digging holes in the sweltering heat and then driving poles the size of small trees down in them. The fact that he could even position the heavy posts by himself was an impressive display of the strength he held in his young, athletic body.

“Not bad for your first real day, kid,” Sam, the older man he’d been working with all afternoon, clapped Jake on his sweat soaked back. Despite looking to be at least twice his age with his weathered skin and thinning, salt and pepper hair, Sam appeared significantly less worn out than the young jock. The older man’s hairy, beefy body was only coated in a light sprinkling of sweat compared to Jake’s drenched, sleeveless t-shirt. He looked down at the endless row of posts they’d set up and gave a satisfied grunt. “We can call it here…why don’t you go hit the showers and get cleaned up. You’ve earned a break!”

“Thanks,” Jake panted, wicking a handful of sweat from his short, raven hair. Every one of his precision-sculpted muscles ached as he gathered up his tools.

He’d always thought of himself as being in excellent shape. All through high school he played every sport he could make time for, and when he wasn’t busy on a team, he was busy in a gym. Even during his first two years of college, when most guys put on a few extra pounds from partying, he’d managed to keep himself looking better than ever. There wasn’t an excess ounce of fat anywhere on his granite, six-foot frame. His broad upper back and sculpted pecs tapered dramatically towards his tiny, washboard stomach before expanding out again around his muscled quads. His firm, perky rear and sharp, symmetrical face grabbed attention in equal measure, and already the hours he’d spent in the sun left his smooth skin covered in a golden tan. He’d never had a reason to think of himself as anything other than a fine physical specimen until he arrived at the ranch.

Now, trudging back towards the main buildings with Sam, he was starting to think he’d made a mistake. Working on a volunteer ranch all summer seemed like a good idea at the time, but now that he was here and saw the place and his fellow workers, he was wondering if he hadn’t jumped the gun. He’d known going into it that the place was pretty primitive, but he hadn’t quite expected it to be this “rustic.” Nor had he expected to be surrounded by nothing but burly, hairy slabs of muscle. The guys he’d met so far ranged in age from their late twenties, not much older than himself, to their fifties. But regardless of their age, the one thing they all had in common was their size. They weren’t chiseled and athletic like himself; they were hulking, solid walls of uncut flesh and fur. Everyone seemed to have full, round faces, biceps the size of Jake’s head, muscle guts that looked like beach balls but felt like iron, thighs bigger than his waist, and a dense coating of hair over every inch of those meaty frames.

For the first time, the way Jake’s smooth, athletic body made him stand out came with a feeling of being small and insecure, a feeling that was constantly reinforced by the general lack of privacy. He’d discovered right off the bat that, not only did they still use outhouses, his cabin didn’t even have electricity. In fact, there was hardly any running water outside of the main house, and the “showers” Sam had just referred to were nothing more than a row of shower heads attached to the back of the old barn.

It was a jarring shift for the pretty college boy from LA. He was used to living in comfortable luxury, even on campus, but after Marisha dumped him last semester he’d needed to get away and find a change for the summer. He’d certainly got his wish. It was hard to think about women at all while surrounded by nothing but hairy slabs of male flesh. So far he hadn’t seen any women at the ranch, something that could become a problem for a horny young man like himself. A hard day of physical labor left him wanting nothing more than to get laid, but considering that he didn’t have a car and there were no eligible ladies around he didn’t see that happening.

Jake turned the corner and sighed, not relishing the sight of the “showers” while thinking about getting laid. When he’d been given his brief tour the previous day he’d thought his guide had been joking. The outhouses he could understand, but an exposed wall of rusty shower heads where anyone passing by could see his naked body was a bit much. There wasn’t even a curtain. He’d started to ask where the real showers were when a trio of burly, naked men walked up and gathered under one of the fixtures, crowding the small wooden platform separating them from the muddy earth beneath their feet.

Jake wasn’t sure how that was going to work. Being totally nude out in the open while people worked around him was going to be weird enough, but doing it shoulder to shoulder with a bunch of naked muscle beasts was on another level. There wasn’t even anywhere to set a towel. The ground around the platform was a mixture of mud and dirt, and a person had to go all the way to the edge of the barn before there was a series of hooks to hang one.

Today though, after his first full day of work, as his muscles ached and his body was sticky with sweat, he didn’t really care what the circumstances were. He told himself it was no different than some of the locker rooms he’d been in, it was just outside. He walked the seemingly endless distance to the side entrance of the barn and to his locker, wondering how awkward it was going to feel to make that hike while he was dripping wet and naked.

Awkward or not, he stripped out of his filthy clothes gratefully, if somewhat reluctantly. His instinct was to wrap a towel around his waist, but he was so dirty from the day’s labors he didn’t want to soil the towel before he even used it. He tossed it over a broad shoulder and walked quickly, trying to act casual while being acutely aware of exactly how many men were around. He was far from modest about the thick hose dangling between his powerful thighs, but he was still thankful that no one seemed to be paying any attention to him.

Jake told himself that this probably wasn’t at all weird for any of them since they did it every day, and he wondered how long it would be before he was that comfortable. He was already starting to think that it wouldn’t take too long, relishing the sensation of the hot sun and warm breeze on his tanned, bare skin. He’d relaxed noticeably by the time he reached the shower platform, a feeling that only increased as the cool water cascaded down his back, bringing much needed relief from the parched heat of the day. He felt the aches start to melt away, losing himself to the sensation.

“You must be the new kid,” a deep voice said from behind, startling Jake out of his relaxed fog. He turned to see what looked like a powerlifter in a bear costume checking him out from head to toe. The stranger was a wall of solid muscle with an imposing face highlighted by a thick, black mustache. “It’s been a while since we had a fella like you around here.” The man was clad in skin tight jeans and an open denim vest, the blanket of fur covering his muscled chest proudly on display. He casually kicked off his boots and peeled out of his jeans, not seeming to care that his clothes landed in a dirt pile as he tossed his vest aside.

Jake, who’d spent plenty of time around all shapes and sizes of naked men in locker rooms over the years, had to stifle a gasp as the largest cock he’d ever seen flopped free. It hung down a seemingly impossible length, with an equally impressive width and a set of balls that made Jake wonder how the stranger had put pants on in the first place. Fully aware of what caught Jake’s attention, the man stepped up on the platform to the next shower head over, his imposing size crowding in on the stunned younger man. “I’m Brian,” he said, extending a beefy hand.

“Jake,” he said, letting his hand be swallowed by the older man’s rough grip. Jake knew he should be uncomfortable, especially considering how close he was to Brian’s intimidating organ, but for some reason he was absolutely mesmerized by the burly man before him. He seemed at first glance to be significantly older, but somehow youthful at the same time.

“So,” Brian said as he began rinsing off, smirking as he caught Jake sneaking subtle peeks at his hirsute body, “word around the ranch is you quit school to come out here.”

“Not exactly,” Jake said, reluctant to discuss the topic with a total stranger. “Just here for the summer.” His attempts at staying casual fell to pieces when he practically jumped off the platform as Brian turned under the stream, their bare flesh brushing together.”

“Easy boy, you seem a little tense,” Brian said, the perpetual smirk still glued to his face.

Jake blushed and laughed awkwardly. “Sorry...this is still kinda weird being out in the open like this.”

“What’s weird about it?” Brian shrugged his massive shoulders and closed his eyes, not at all concerned about the group of men walking by. “Afraid to show that little pecker?” The younger man bit back on his angry response when Brian winked at him and clapped him on the back. “I’m just fuckin’ with ya, kid. A lot of guys are tense at first, but that’s just ‘cause you’re lookin’ at it wrong.”

“I am?” Jake’s back stung from the rough slap, but he was already starting to like the older man.

“Just relax. We’re all friends here. Long as you do the work, no one cares about anything else. Trust me...in a few days you’ll love it. This place’ll make a real man of ya.”

Jake shut the water off and looked down at his ripped body, realizing he could probably fit comfortably inside the other man. He’d never wanted to be one of the bulky meatheads he saw at the gym, but standing in Brian’s overwhelmingly masculine presence he felt a stab of jealousy for the first time. “Sounds good to me.”

“That’a boy,” Brian grinned, giving Jake’s ripped stomach a backhand slap. “Come on, let’s head to the kitchen while the gettin’s good.”

Jake followed behind, watching the hairy man’s mammoth globes shift and sway as he walked. He was so focused on the view that he was standing at his locker before he noticed he’d never bothered to cover himself with a towel at all, the warm air drying him off instead. “Wait...do I have the wrong...?” Jake pulled a pair of white briefs out and inspected the otherwise empty locker. He should have had a pair of shorts, a t-shirt, and a pair of red boxer briefs.

“Somethin’ up?”

“I don’t know...I thought this was my…” Jake trailed off when he turned and saw Brian clad in a similar pair of briefs, the burly giant’s massive package filling the pouch to capacity and then some. If anything, the straining underwear only emphasized how much bigger the older man really was.

“Hurry up and get dressed if you wanna eat….unless you wanna go in your birthday suit,” he winked.

“Ohhh, I get it,” Jake murmured to himself, figuring that he was on the receiving end of some kind of hazing. They did it all the time on the baseball team, so it would take more than this to rattle him. He pulled the briefs on, the baggy cotton sagging on his trim hips. They were at least a size too large, but he wasn’t about to complain and look like a whiny kid. It helped that he was suddenly starving and desperate for food, regardless of what he was wearing.

By the time they reached the mess hall he was second guessing his hazing theory. Brian hadn’t put anything else on either, and the majority of the men they passed were barely wearing anything at all. A few were still clad in their dirt-stained denim, but most were in briefs like himself or other small shorts. It made sense if water and laundry facilities were at a premium out here, he was just surprised he hadn’t noticed any of this the day before.

Still, everyone was just as friendly as his beefy guide and no one seemed to bat an eye about the sagging briefs he wore. They rode low on his trim hips, leaving the tops of his perky rear exposed and hanging just above the base of his cock. Being surrounded by the scantily clad beasts in the oversized underwear made him feel more than ever like a child among men, but his self consciousness was quickly fading.

“I see you two met,” Sam said, grinning at Jake and Brian as he dropped a tray of food and joined the other two at their table.

Jake smiled back at the older man around a mouthful of food, impressed by Sam’s thick, buff build. All the older man had on was a pair of green nylon shorts not much bigger than Jake’s briefs that did nothing to conceal the massive bulge underneath. Looking over Sam’s ample muscle under the salt-and-pepper carpet, Jake understood why the older man had made their labor seem so easy. “Yeah, Brian’s showing me the ropes,” he said when he finally swallowed. He was already working on his second plate and still his stomach growled.

Sam nodded towards the younger man, locking eyes with Brian. “He did real good out there today. Should fit right in.”

Jake braced himself for the rough impact as he saw Brian’s meaty paw reaching for his back, but instead of a rough slap, the older man rubbed between his broad shoulders in a surprising display of affection.

“Get some more meat on these bones and he’ll be at home in no time, right?” Instead of being annoyed, Jake couldn’t help but smile when Brian’s massive hand swallowed his head and tousled his hair

“I’m not exactly small,” Jake said, shoving another forkful into his mouth.

“Oh you got muscles alright, but this ain’t no gym and there ain’t no ladies to impress out here,” Sam shrugged. “Don’t worry...Brian’ll take care of ya.”

Jake didn’t know what that meant, but he didn’t have time to ask when Brian suddenly grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him away from the table with a nod to Sam. “Uh, where we headed,” he asked, giving the food a last, longing look as they made their way back outside. He couldn’t believe he was still hungry.

“You’re not gonna want to miss this,” was all Brian said as he led them away from the mess hall and up a small hill. This time Jake actually did gasp when they crested the top and he saw the full, sunset view of the picturesque mountain valley stretching before him. Emerald hills rolled in all directions before disappearing into dense patches of woods lining the bottom of the mountain range that surrounded the ranch. As a city kid, he’d never seen anything like it. The whole scene felt like magic, like something from his imagination.

“Holy shit,” he stammered, watching the sky fade into pinks and purples as the setting sun approached the top of the mountains.

“Right? Don’t get that at college,” Brian said with a proud grin. “Come on...we usually have a fire and get good and drunk after dinner.”

Jake stumbled behind Brian down the hill to a small clearing at the edge of the woods. A group of guys were already seated by a roaring fire that caused the long, dusk-cast shadows to dance and sway. Looking around at the herd of bullish brutes, Jake once again felt a rush of insecurity, but it was quickly forgotten with their warm welcome and generous whiskey. He didn’t even give a second thought to the fact that he was sitting outside with a bunch of strangers in underwear that wasn’t his. He felt too good to care. His body ached contentedly from a hard days work and the warm evening air was smooth against his skin. The combination of food and whiskey in his belly soon had him drifting in a satisfied haze as he listened to the rumbling giants swap stories and give each other a hard time. He didn’t understand what several of them meant when they said he’d soon “grow into” the briefs. He just smiled and nodded and tried not to be too obvious as he stared at their powerful, muscled bodies.

Jake couldn’t stop gawking at the meaty pecs and protruding, yet firm, stomachs. He marveled at the way the men’s thick thighs seemed joined together, and how they all could have picked him up and thrown him over their shoulder with one powerful arm. The brief rush of jealousy he’d felt in the showers grew to full bloom as he glanced at the huge, stuffed bulges around him, feeling like a little kid who’d snuck along on an older brother’s camping trip.

“Hey, Brian, looks like your boy’s ready.”

Jake didn’t know why all the men turned and looked at him until he followed their gazes to his tented briefs. He went bright red, mortified at the thought that he’d been sitting there hard in front of all of them and hadn’t noticed.

“Oh! Shit! Sorry...I didn’t know I...whoa…” he trailed off, swaying at the sudden rush of drunkenness that swept over him.

“Looks like it’s time,” Brian said, nodding to the group. He wrapped a burly arm around Jake and lifted him to his feet, steadying him. “C’mon kid, let’s get you back.”

Jake didn’t know what was happening, or why he leaned into Brian so much. His legs were wobbly, but not that wobbly. He tried to tell himself he wasn’t just using it as an excuse to feel the iron muscle under the soft fur of the other man’s body, but he knew that was a confusing lie. His cock ached at the thought of how much Brian towered over him, and how helpless he was in the other man’s powerful grip.

“Sorry Brian...I don’t know why I’m so...fuck…” Jake whimpered, shuddering against the older man when one of his legs brushed against Brian’s stuffed bulge. By the time they got to his cabin he could barely stand. He buried his face against Brian’s shelf of a chest, inhaling the other man’s potent, musky smell. His fingers clutched and kneaded the solid pecs, the silky hairs tickling against his palms.

“What’s happening? Something’s happening,” he said, gasping and turning crimson. “I don’t know what I’m…”

“S’alright,” Brian said gently. He ran a rough hand up and down the young man’s back, holding him close while Jake pawed at him. “It’ll be okay.”

“What do you mean…?” Jake fought against himself, wanting to pull away just as much as he wanted to bury himself against Brian’s broad torso. He managed to step back and shake his head, blinking rapidly as he looked down at himself. His first thought was that Brian was shedding, but when he ran a hand across his chest and down his stomach the smattering of hair didn’t budge. “What...what is this…” His voice shook and his cock throbbed at the realization that his naturally smooth skin was now decidedly less so.

“Just let it happen. You wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t supposed to...there’s nothing to fight against.” Brian’s deep, booming voice seemed to echo in Jake’s addled brain. The young man’s heart was racing, but from fear or anticipation he couldn’t tell.

“I’m...supposed to be here?” Jake asked, his eyes going wide when he watched the definition on his stomach start to fade.

Brian chuckled at the younger man’s stunned expression. “We put out the call and you showed up. No one’s forced to be here. If you didn’t want this, we wouldn’t be talking.”

Jake thought back to the scene on the hill earlier. The showering and the feeding, the mountain valley, the fire pit, the group of men; it really was all magic. “But...no! I don’t want to lose all this,” he cried. A part of him was terrified at the thought of the chiseled body he’d worked so hard on inflating to a burly, hairy mountain.

“Lose?” Brian let out a bellowing laugh and flexed a girder-like arm that made Jake’s sculpted biceps seem pitiful. “You’re not losin’ anything, son. See?” With surprising speed, he jerked down the younger man’s briefs and let the aching rod spring free.

“Shit!” Jake felt like he’d been punched in his expanding stomach at the sight of his longer, thicker rod. The already impressive hose had to be nearing eight inches with a noticeably thicker circumference. “That’s...that’s mine?”

Brian slowly pulled his own briefs down, his massive rod dwarfing the younger man’s less and less. “Why don’t you take it for a spin and find out?”

Jake’s inflated cock throbbed at the invitation. “Wait...what? Are you asking me to…” He was sure he’d misheard the older man until Brian turned towards the bed and crawled on top, his plump, hairy cheeks pointed in Jake’s direction.

“That’s how it works,” he purred, his voice dropping to a low rumble. “We both know you want to.”

Jake licked his lips, fighting the urge to throw himself on top of the older man. Everything was happening too fast. His conscious brain was telling him to turn and run, that this was all wrong, but something deep down knew that the older stud was right. He didn’t just want this, he was desperate for it. He longed to be one of the thick, masculine bulls he’d spent the day with. The thought of going back to school and sitting inside all day seemed like a prison sentence. And why did he want to chase girls when he could have a powerhouse like Brian? When he could BE a powerhouse like Brian?

He looked down at himself again, his washboard abs already a memory. His stomach was still solid, but it was starting to curve outwards beneath pecs that were steadily protruding. There seemed to be an inverse relationship between his definition and sprouting hair; as he lost one, he gained the other. What had been a simple dusting was now a full layer across his chest and stomach, and it seemed to be spreading by the minute.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned, lurching forward on legs that felt heavy and cumbersome. He knew he was crossing a line, but he didn’t care. The sight of Brian’s waiting cheeks were too much.

“Knew you’d come around,” Brian laughed, shoving his mountainous rear back against Jake’s oozing cock. “Show me how you’re gonna use that thing,” he growled.

His heart racing, Jake plunged inside. The young man’s hissing groan joined Brian’s low grunt as his growing cock wormed its way deeper and deeper until the older man had swallowed him to his base. The sensation of Brian’s hairy globes pressed against his own now-hairy stomach was like two live wires touching. Jake clawed at the older man’s wide hips for support and began pumping in and out, his heavier balls slapping against the kneeling bear like applause.

“Oh fuck….oh fuck….oh fuck…” Jake whimpered, overcome with lust and fear. With each wave of thrusting pleasure he felt his body change. His expanding stomach covered more and more of Brian’s ample bottom, and he could feel his own meatier rear shaking with each plunge. He watched his pecs expand, pushing out from his chest and spilling towards the sides with new muscle until he felt them pressing against his thick, round arms. The chiseled biceps were a thing of the past, but like with Brian, Jake sported a pair of massive, muscled logs that felt like they could move the mountains themselves. Kneeling as he was, his firm, thick thighs pressed together, fighting each other for space with each thrust.

“FFFFuuuuckkk...I can’t...this is too...too much…” Jake whimpered, his smooth tenor having dropped to a bassy rumble. His fear was coming back as he thought about how much he’d already changed and how he was still changing. He felt his body rubbing together in ways it shouldn’t, and the layer of hair had grown into a forest that was creeping up and over his shoulders.

“Don’t….be scared…” Brian grunted. “You’re only...becoming...what you’re supposed to…” He looked back over his shoulder with a lustful grin. “You’re somethin’...already…”

The older man’s hungry eyes drove Jake on. He picked up the pace to a jackrabbit pounding, slowly noticing the size difference between him and Brian wasn’t nearly as dramatic. He wasn’t as big as the other man, but Brian didn’t dwarf him anymore. The thought of how much he’d become like the beefy giant finally pushed him over the edge.

“OOOOHHHHHHH!” He roared, shaking the walls of the cabin as he came. The release was so powerful he felt the room spin, his consciousness temporarily knocked from his body. There was a surreal moment where Jake hung suspended in the room, looking down on the two of them from outside his altered form.

He didn’t recognize himself at all. The wide, hairy beast with a full, round face and no neck sitting between bowling ball shoulders couldn’t possibly be him. He didn’t have pecs the size of boulders or a musclegut the size of a small car. His arms didn’t stick out at an angle like that, and his thighs weren’t massive tree trunks of muscle. And he wasn’t that hairy. He didn’t have a forest of curly fur covering his chest, stomach, back, arms and legs in equal measure. And he definitely didn’t have the mountainous, jiggling cheeks he saw bouncing at his lower back.

The old Jake had just enough time for a final rush of embarrassment at the sight of the thinning hair on his scalp, the one place it didn’t seem to like. He new the sculpted, gym-built athlete was gone forever, replaced by a furry beast that looked at least ten years older.

“OOUuunnnngg….fu...fuck…” Jake panted, his consciousness thrust back into his new body.

“Good job, bud” Brian said, equally breathless. Jake hadn’t noticed the other man’s eruption, but the softening monster dangling between Brian’s impossible thighs gave it away. “How do you feel?”

Jake pulled out, smiling at the ten inch club that slid from the other man’s dripping hole. He searched for any of the fear and reluctance that he thought he should feel, but found none. All he felt was powerful and satisfied as he rolled over onto his wide, furry back, his thick cock flopping up against his solid gut. “Fuckin’ great,” he laughed, loving the sound of his deepened voice.

Brian gave him a slow look up and down before leaning in for a long, rough kiss, his fingers clutching at Jake’s new fur, a smug grin on his face. “Told ya you’d grow into those briefs.”