Farm Boy, Part 4

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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, Fred 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.

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He tried it in the early hours of the morning, still mildly disgusted with the thought of it. But the more his mounds grew, the more they got in his way, in his eyesight, the more sensitive they felt, and the more they begged to be touched, just experimentally, just to see what happened. No commitments.

And so Max did it. He lightly glided his pointer finger over his nipple, releasing a shuddering breath as he did, his shoulders rolling back slightly. He did it again, this time with both nipples. He tried grabbing hold of the pink nubs and squeezing slightly as he rolled them between his fingers.

“Shit.” Max trembled, and had to release them, surprised by the jolt of electricity that shot through his stomach. He stared down at his nipples, which felt tense now. Both had hardened. But it wasn’t just that. They had distended slightly, now visibly swollen. Max wasn’t certain that was normal. He panted quietly.

Unable to stop himself, he reached for them again, and kept going, squeezing, stroking, rolling, and tugging. He got harsher as he gained confidence, his hips twitching as his dick rapidly filled up his boxers. He couldn’t believe how stimulating this was. “Oh god,” he hissed, then he pressed his mouth closed, squeezing his eyes shut. This was almost better than stroking his cock.

Max didn’t last long. His insides tightened up, his body arching and stiffening, as the most intense orgasm he’d ever felt tore through his being. H swore loudly, then quickly covered his mouth. He sank down, warm and gasping, as sweat poured into his sheets and pillows.

There was a light knocking on his bedroom door. “Everything okay in there?” his mother called.

Max’s eyes darted to his clock. He withheld another curse. It was already time to start getting ready for school. “I’m fine,” he called, then winced at the hoarseness of his voice.

His mother sounded doubtful as she responded, “Breakfast in fifteen.”

He listened to her footsteps pad away, then he scrambled up, still unable to process the significance of what he had just experienced. It was only as he was looking for a loose enough shirt that he noticed that his nipples were…dripping. A fluid that was warm and white. Milk.

He stood there gaping down at himself for a while, before more footsteps outside in the hall snapped him out of his reverie. He quickly grabbed up a towel and began to harshly wipe away the droplets, shuddering slightly at the new sensations of arousal this roused. It only took a few dabs, and all evidence of leaking had disappeared. Max breathed a sigh of relief, figuring that it had been a one-time thing. A fluke. He quickly bound his (especially sore) mounds, before he finished getting dressed, and headed for the kitchen.

Breakfast felt awkward.

Max sat hunched in his seat, decreasing the visibility of the hot, flushed breasts hidden under his shirt.

If his parents had noticed his weight gain, they certainly weren’t pestering about it. Maybe they had learned their lesson from their experience in Adam.

“More eggs, son?” his father offered.

Max accepted. He took some extra juice and milk as well, feeling rather parched.

He still felt numb from the orgasm. It had been almost—spiritual, in its intensity. He wanted to tell someone—maybe his friends. But what could he really say? That he had tweaked his tits until he came? Max hastily dismissed the idea.

After breakfast, he went to school, hardly focused on what was going on around him, just pushing through the school day in his eagerness to get home.

He and his friends hung out in one of the hallways before sixth period waiting for a class to start. He could see some other students in his periphery pointing in his direction—no, pointing that James and Scott, while sniggering. Yet Max could hardly notice or care. He noticed that his friends were in similarly numb states.

After school ended, Max sped off home, not even discussing the plans for the evening with James and Scott. It was always the same anyway. They would come by in an hour or two.

Right then, Max just needed a moment to himself. Once he got home, he burst into his room and quickly pulled up his shirt, and tank top. His breasts were sore; aching for freedom. He impatiently jerked off the bandages bounding them, breathing a sigh of relief as the heated mounds made contact with the cool air.

They were really hot lately. And his nipples had been stinging all day. He wondered if it was from all the attention he had given them earlier. It had certainly been worth it. Max’s hand idly drifted towards his chest, but he stopped himself, instead lowering it. He had to think this through. He let his shirt drop back down, groaning quietly as the material dragged against his nipples.

Suddenly the bedroom door banged open. Before Max could figure out what was going on, he suddenly found himself standing face to face with his two friends, his round breasts bulging blatantly in his T-shirt, unrestricted.

The three stood in shocked silence, staring at each other. Actually, James and Scott were gawking at Max’s…chest. Max could feel heat rising to his face, his throat constricted. He didn’t know what to do or say. It was possibly the most humiliating moment of his life.

Scott spoke first. “Your parents…er…let us in,” he said, his own face pink. Scratching his round belly, he awkwardly glanced away, but then, as though magnetized, his eyes drew back to Max’s breasts.

Max crossed his arms against his chest. “Right,” he managed.

“So…” said James, looking a little confused and a little disturbed. He cleared his throat. It was so awkward, it was almost painful. “Do you…want to get high?”

Leave it to James to break the tension by getting straight to the point.

“Um, yes,” said Max decidedly. He very deeply wanted to get high at that moment.

He began to move, to get the powder, but hesitated before he could uncross his arms. His eyes darted to the athletic tape he had been using to bind his breasts. It lay strewn across the bed, an uncoiled tangle. He wanted to get it back on, but didn’t know how to say so without prolonging the painful awkwardness. He could just ask them to leave the room for a moment, but of course, they might wryly refuse, just to be annoying. He could leave the room himself, and go to the bathroom to bind his chest, but it was the middle of the day, which left him at great risk of bumping into one of his parents, both of whom were off from work.

Scott and James had already seen it. And they had changes of their own. They were less likely to be a problem. So Max slowly lowered his arms from his chest, again allowing his breasts to bulge freely in his top. Both his friends looked momentarily alarmed. Scott opened and closed his mouth. But otherwise, nothing was said.

“I have some here in the desk,” said Max, turning away. He couldn’t help feeling a little relieved. The bandages were getting unbearable, and his breasts were just so tender lately. It was nice to be able to relax in his own home for once. “Lock the door, will you?”

He heard the lock snap as James or Scott locked it.

Max pulled a plastic baggy of the green powder out of his lower desk drawer, from where it had been buried under a pile of papers and other paraphernalia. He turned back to James and Scott, ignoring the slight jiggle of his mounds, and held out the bag. “Help yourselves.”

“Don’t mind if I do,” said James.

They each took a pinch.

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When Max came over his high, he was embarrassed to see that his hand was buried in his shirt, caressing one of his mounds. He quickly retracted it, and looked around to see if the others had noticed.

Fortunately they had not. Scott sat in a daze, his face vacant, as James blinked around, just getting over his own high.

“Ohh…” Scott gave a quiet groan, as he pressed the heel of his hand to his round belly, where it was stretching out the shirt he was wearing. Max saw the mound ripple, as though with movement, but he blinked a few times, certain he had imagined it. Scott just belched and closed his eyes as his hand gently massaged the front of his gut. It was getting huge on Scott’s short, scrawny frame. He really did look pregnant, bizarrely enough.

James shifted on the beanbag, fumbling slightly on his plump ass. He sighed and resigned himself, leaning back. Then he gave Max a long look. “What’s that?” he said languidly.

“What’s what?” said Max.

James raised both eyebrows and nodded towards Max’s chest. Max felt himself redden in, but grew more defensive than embarrassed. Just before he could retort about James’ own growths, he felt it.

The pulse of heat in his nipples. The tingling, stinging, and sensation of wetness. He looked down to spot twin patches of wetness growing on his shirt. “Oh fuck,” he hissed, crossing his arms to hide it. He winced. Why the fuck did he keep lactating?

“Oh, don’t hide them,” said James, as Scott opened his eyes to watch the scene. “You should never hide a pair of tits like those.”

The remark was so absurd, Max felt a nervous laugh escape his throat. Scott snorted. Suddenly all three were giggling, in both unease and amusement, and perhaps slightly hysterical as they continued to come off the high.

“Do you think it’s the drug?” Max blurted out. “Our—changes?”

“What do you think?” James laughed back. “My ass is about to blow.”

“You look like Nicki Minaj,” Scott sniggered. “If—if she was a dude!” He gasped for breath.

“What about you?” said Max. “You look pregnant!”

“You have tits!”

Max could hardly breathe, it was all so ludicrous. By then, tears were streaming down his cheeks.

It took a while for the three to calm down, partially prompted by Max’s father knocking on the door. That was rather sobering.

“You boys alright in there?” Max’s father called.

“Yeah dad,” said Max, catching his breath. “Everything’s fine.”

They waited until they heard Max’s father walk away.

“So…” said Scott, wiping his own eyes. His free hand continued to palm at his round gut. “What do we do?”

Max frowned slightly. It was something he had been contemplating for a while now. He was sure they all had been.

After a loaded silence, Max decided to speak. “What can we do?”

It was the answer in itself.

He waited to see if the others had any other ideas, but they didn’t. They were just as helplessly addicted to the drug as he was. He knew they needed help. But he couldn’t bring himself to seek it out, and apparently, neither could Scott or James.

“How are you guys holding up?” said Max nervously.

“Well, my parents are on my ass about it,” said James.

He was rewarded with another few chuckles, before attention shifted to Scott.

“Okay, I guess,” said Scott shyly. “Kind of uncomfortable. My parents are putting me on a diet, but I’m just so hungry all the time. I get the munchies, I think? And so I sneak food. Like, all the time.” He reddened, but continued to absently stroke his gut.

Max nodded in understanding. “Does it…does it have a nipple?” he heard himself blurt.

“What?” said Scott.

“Never mind.”

“No, what are you talking about?” said Scott.

“Your stomach,” said Max, his throat dry. “Uh, your belly button. Has it come to resemble like, a nipple, or something?”

James and Scott stared at him as though he was insane.

“He must still be high,” said James.

“I think that’s clear,” said Scott.

Max gave a sheepish smile. “Yeah,” he muttered.