Farm Boy, Part 13

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Summary: A high school senior, Max noticed that his older brother has been dipping into the chemical on his parents' farm, and has been gaining a lot of weight. A bit disgusted, a bit curious, Max tries the chemical hormones himself, and experiences the best high of his life. He quickly introduces the chemical to his two best friends, and the three progressively get addicted, all while experiencing incidental changes, such as butt growth, breast development, belly expansion, in addition to other, stranger, things. Contains: Male: pregnancy, breast expansion, multiple breasts, breast-belly, butt expansion, weight gain, and more. Also, issues of drug addiction.

Previous Chapter

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Roger purchased Max an assortment of custom-made…clothing. Lingerie, specifically. It was weird as hell, and Max had half a mind to deck him. But it was also kind of amusing. Max observed himself in the mirror in the four-breasted bikini top he had put on. He wondered what the manufacturer had thought when Roger had submitted the order. Max snickered. Then he thought about how turned on Roger probably got just as the thought of Max wearing this.

Admittedly, it wasn’t just lingerie. There were also…maternity bras, which were so very soft and comfortable, yet awkward, and kind of weirded Max out. That he was a young man, a college student, was wearing a double-breasts maternity bra, which was meant for…meant for, people who decidedly weren’t him.

All of it was dizzying, but Max just went along with it because pleasure always seemed to accompany the weirdness. A lot of it. It’s going to be a long week, Max thought, as he pulled a robe over himself and stepped out of the master suite, through the french doors, and onto the deck right outside of it.

The air was brisk but the Jacuzzi was on. Roger was already waiting inside of it.

“This is really gay,” Max noted wryly.

“Super gay,” Roger responded, watching him intently.

Max shed the robe. He was wearing the custom bikini and a pair of swim trunks, and he found it hilarious the way Roger immediately pressed his lips.

“You have issues,” Max noted, grinning. “I can’t control this, but you…you’re something special.”

“Come here,” said Roger.

Max climbed into the hot tub and sort of enjoyed how possessive Roger was becoming of him. How much attention Roger gave him. His tits, specifically. And turned out, it wasn’t just bathing suits and lingerie. There were custom made tube tops, bandeaus, and more for Max to try on. Each new outfit seemed to turn Roger on more than the last one. The outfits did nothing for Max except to keep him mildly entertained.

It was also weird to—unintentionally—flaunt his tits. Usually he was wrapping them, pushing them down, trying to hide them under layers of baggy clothes. So to look in the mirror and see his four tits bulging against a neckline, cleavage on generous display, was a little jarring. It was embarrassing, but fun as well, torturing Roger. Getting whatever he wanted from Roger.

“Focus on the bottom ones,” Max groaned one evening while Roger was kissing his tits.

“What?” said Roger.
“You’re always sucking the top ones. They need attention to,” said Max, pushing Roger’s head down, and Roger was amused. He obliged. Max just groaned.

It was a week of nonstop sucking and stimulation. Roger was at it all day, every day, touching or groping his tits. Max would wake up to Roger sucking them, and fall asleep to Roger groping them. It was insane. Max’s nipples were deliciously sore, and he couldn’t get enough.

Between sessions of fucking, kissing, and groping, the two lazed around. They ordered food in a lot, and ate junk, Roger finally taking a break from his strict athlete diet, and Max just giving no fucks.

They even agreed to stay an extra three days. They were cutting it close with the new semester, but it just felt so good to be at the cabin and take a break from the world.

It was one of their final days, and Max was getting ready to lounge in the Jacuzzi for a few hours. He was pulling on the string bikini from the first day there, Roger’s favorite of the things he had purchased, when Max found himself struggling somewhat. He paused to look down at himself, at the way his tits were bulging against the cups, in fact, he could barely get the thing on. The material was uncomfortably squeezing, and just couldn’t seem to accommodate all of his tit flesh. Before Max could fully wrap his mind around this, Roger chose that moment to stroll in.

Roger immediately noticed the issue. He stopped to stare. “Max…” he said.

Max felt himself redden.

“Oh my god Max.”

“I know,” Max responded, cheeks hot.

“They’re growing, oh god. Look how much they're growing.” Roger attacked them with nips and bites as Max unintentionally arched into the contact.

“Oh fuck,” Max whispered as he was pushed into the wall.

Roger was insanely turned on. He had Max try on everything, and it was all tight. Max was not sure how he hadn’t noticed it before. He must have been going topless most days. All his clothes were straining, his tits were bulging to get free of them. His four mounds were stretching out bandeaus, or bubbling over the necklines of his tank tops. Max was embarrassed and horrified, but mostly aroused. He hated that this turned him on, but god, it did. It really did.

Then they were fucking and kissing. Roger was groping and touching. He paid special attention to the lower mounds, pushing Max flat on the bed and drinking indulgently. God, Max was growing his tits. Like a plant or farm animal, he was nurturing it to more fertility, more abundance, more girth. More and more milk.

Max was breathless, trembling slightly. “What the hell are we doing?”

“You look amazing,” Roger murmured between kisses. “Gorgeous. Your body is incredible. I fucking can’t get enough.”

Max was getting massive. In the morning, he squeezed into a too-tight tanktop, his swollen nipples rubbing into the cotton in a way that made his dick twitch. The mounds bobbed on his chest, all four fat and full and bloated, even though he had pumped before he got out of bed.
Roger couldn’t seem to take his eyes or hands off them. He never stopped touching them. Max loved it, but he knew he needed a break. Things were getting out of control.

That afternoon they watched a movie on the couch together. It was a relatively tame activity. Max was leaned into Roger, and Roger was cupping his breasts gently. Max was getting used to the constant contact on his tits. He fidgeted somewhat, panting.

The mounds were sweat-sleek, round and heaving. He could feel them pushing. Stretching. He could actually feel them expanding as they grew progressively more engorged.

They were so hot. So heavy. His nipples were huge and hard and ready to squirt. Max tried to readjust himself, but now Roger’s hands were digging into him even though Roger had not moved an inch.

“You okay?” said Roger.

“Yeah…” said Max, breathless, flushed, but he couldn’t go on. He needed to pump. He pulled himself out of Roger’s arms and felt Roger’s gaze on his back as he left. Both knew that he shouldn’t have been due for another pumping for at least a few hours. Max suspected he would have to add a session to his regular routine.

-

It was a long trip home, and Max felt completely overstimulated. Roger had wanted to make the best of their final day at the cabin, and Max was suffering the consequences.

He was so tight. He was trying his best not to pant, but he was completely soaked in sweat, and it was obvious that he was uncomfortable. His breasts were flushed and full, and his nipples began to leak on their own. Roger pulled over several times to suck him enough for Max to get through another hour without feeling like he was about to burst.
It was a relief to finally get home and shed the now way-too-small jacket

Paige was walking by. She paused to stare. “Holy crap,” she said.

Max grimaced at her. “The trip…might not have been the best idea,” he said breathlessly. His tits looked like honeydews, nipples huge and distended. He had barely been able to fit into anything for the trip home, the tank top he had on stretched at the seams, his tits all but popping out of it. To top that off, Roger seemed practically addicted to him. Max had barely been able to pull himself away when Roger had dropped him off at the building.
“Damn, he did a number on you,” Paige noted.

“It was—mutual,” Max gasped out, struggling to contain the milk.
“Then it looks like you had a little too much fun.”

Max bit hard on his lip, his faced twisted. “I think—I think I’m going to lie down,” he managed, and headed gingerly for his room.

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Max did his first paid video. It felt dirty and weird, but there was definitely a response to his increased size. A huge response. He felt overwhelmed and embarrassed, but there was just so much online support. He was showered with so many compliments that he began to feel comfortable in his own skin for the first time since this whole thing had started. The cash was flowing in, and he was starting to feel weirdly…confident. People commented relentlessly on his tits, and it was clear that the latest bought of growth hadn’t gone unnoticed.

whoa, when did they…?

they’re huge!

wat the hell have u been eating?

They grew!

how much did they grow?

How much bigger you gonna make them?

Maybe u went 2 far? There just so…

Fuck, dis is incredible.

Can we have more frequent updates? Like, daily?

Oddly, no one even mentioned the charge for the video. They hardly seemed to care.

“They’re always really…full,” Max said, speaking for the first time, trying to sound relaxed and not terrified. He could feel the milk pressing hotly at his flesh even then. Max had figured talking to his viewers might be a way to engage people more, yet it increased the risk of someone somehow identifying who he was. “I’m up to pumping them four times a day, otherwise they get so tight, then they get bigger.”

The comment section exploded, new lines of text scrolling down the screen faster that Max had any hopes of reading it. “I better…I better get pumping. Be sure to comment, subscribe, and look out for my next video,” he said breathlessly, before cutting off the live stream.

A few days later, Max had Roger on.

Roger had no reservations whatsoever. He even went ahead and revealed his face, even though Max was always so meticulous about keeping his own face hidden from the nose upward.

Without even a hint of shame, Roger got down and started to suck Max for all the viewers to see. He seemed to get lost, kissing, licking, sucking indulgently, and Max couldn’t help releasing a small groan. He just pulled Roger closer, held him to his chest, noting that Roger was a sick pervert, then realizing that he was one as well.

The response was even bigger than the last one. Max’s audience was only growing, and he felt strangely proud of the very strange thing he was building.

-

Max finally got around to visiting Scott.

Scott looked well into his new pregnancy. In fact, he already looked due, though Scott assured that he was only six months along. Max just stared uncomfortably, sort of mortified with himself when he thought about how he had been indulging Roger’s weird sexual fantasy. Max remembered how he had thought about Scott. Thought of becoming like Scott, and gotten turned on.

Now, it was just awkward. Max tried not to think about it anymore.

“God, high school feels like it was so long ago,” Max muttered. “We were just dumb kids.”

Scott snorted. “We still are.”

Max tried to remember a time when his life wasn’t ruled by sex and highs. His stomach lurched, and he cupped it, wondering if he had eaten anything sour recently. With all the junk food he had been throwing back, it really wasn’t a surprise that he had indigestion.

His attention shifted back to Scott, who was huge with another litter, his belly practically squashing him. Max flushed. “How does it feel?” he couldn’t help asking.

“Tight,” said Scott immediately. “Stuffed. Uncomfortable. Heavy.” He groaned, cupping his gut, and arching, pushing it further outward, further than Max thogutht was logical.

Max swallowed.

“But it really turns me on,” Scott breathed. “Like, I’m always really fucking horny. Sometimes I just—I just like, come. You know? Just daydreaming or something. God, it’s fucked up.” Scott continued to fidget under the huge mass perched against him. “I can’t believe how huge I am…mghhh…about to pop.” Max kneaded his palms into his mass with a sort of desperation. “Fuck, I’m not ready for labor.”

Max gulped, staring at the heaving mound. “But you have time.”

“Nghh…yeah…not sure how I’m gonna last another three months at this rate.” Scott continued to rub, face flushed. “I know I’m an extreme case. The babies seem to come in threes for some reason. Well, this time it’s quads. They’re really packed in there.”
“Yeah...”

“And the doctor said they’re big babies. Don't know how mom expects me to nurse. I’ve only got these things.” He motioned to the respectable B-cups bulging on his chest. “Can't produce that much. Gonna have to use formula.”
Max’s face was flaming.

He was actually surprised that Scott had yet to ask about Max’s layers of bulky clothes topped off by a huge winter coat. Then again, Scott had always been kinder than James. He didn’t prod or harass, he let people come out with things on their own. On top of that, Scott already did know about Max’s huge tits from high school. He just didn’t know about the second pair Max had kept hidden all these months.

Revealing himself not only to his brother, but also Paige, had been far more than Max thought he could ever do or handle. Scott was a new challenge, but Max was committed to opening up. He had decided before the visit. He needed people in his life with whom he could share his secret, not to hide away like a hermit for the rest of his life.

So Max drew a deep breath, and began to undo his jacket. He started to shed the layers.