Farm Boy, Part 2

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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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Max absently rubbed his chest with the heel of his hand. His skin there felt more sensitive, and tingled from time to time. He wondered if it was a side-effect of the hormone.

It had been several days since Max had introduced his two best friends to the incredible high brought on by the growth hormone, and the trio had quickly fallen into a routine of meeting at Max’s house after school and taking a hit of the drug.

To mitigate the risk of Adam, or worse, his parents catching on to what they were up to, Max would shovel small portions of the drug into disposable ziplock bags and meet up with his friends on different parts of the farm.

The three friends had experimented with the dosage. Even in tiny amounts, the hormone usually left them flat on their asses and in a daze. Larger amounts did not seem to change the intensity of the high, though it did cause it to last somewhat longer.

The friends continued to keep the inebriating effects of the drug an absolute secret, as they didn’t want to risk an intervention, or worse, having to share.

Even Max was having regrets. He was aware of how much of the hormone James snorted down lately, and found himself continuously worrying about whether there would be enough for him in the near and distant future, despite the fact that the concern was ridiculous. The farm had an abundant supply. And if his parents had noticed there were shorter amounts of the hormone than usual, they had not mentioned it.

On the plus side, Max, James, and Scott had quit weed entirely and were closer than ever. They still seemed to suffer the munchies—an extreme case, at that. But all three endured far less griping from their parents and school officials for carrying the acrid weed aroma around on their clothes.

Max found himself snacking constantly. He was putting on weight—but thankfully, not too much of it. His chest particularly was getting softer, so he began to don looser clothes. In the meantime, he used his brother as a shield. Whenever one of his parents seemed to take notice of how much he was eating lately, Max would subtly maneuver the conversation to Adam’s fat indolence and ballooning body.

It worked perfectly.

“Adam and your parents still fighting?” said Scott conversationally one day.

Max, Scott, and James were hanging out in a dilapidated old shed on the far side of the farm behind the chicken coops.

Max snorted. “Always. He’s even threatening to move out.”

“Intense,” said James, as he licked the chemical residue off his finger. He shuddered.

Max watched James as he blinked his dilated pupils. James always licked the chemical residue after a high. Max had never tried it. It just seemed to take things a step farther than was logical or necessary.

“I was waiting all day for this,” Scott moaned, smiling stupidly as he enjoyed the inebriation. He was slumped back against the wall in the corner, ass perched on some moldy old sofa cushions. “It’s like I’m finally realizing how dull and shitty life really is. I don’t know how we survived without this stuff.”

Max didn’t either. And he had to agree, getting high was the highlight of his day. School had been a never-ending, mind-numbing experience. He wasn’t even looking forward to the upcoming weekend, except for when he could get high again.

Max rubbed at the pins and needles sensation on his chest, restraining a groan. It felt uncomfortable but also incredible. He felt his breathing thinning, his stomach warming. He continued to absently press into the softness with his fingers. It felt like heaven.

“A hit in the morning wouldn’t hurt,” James mentioned. He took another lick of his pointer finger but the residue was all gone.

“What…no,” said Max distractedly. “I don’t think—wouldn’t that be taking things too far? It we’re taking two hits a day each, my parents might start noticing something’s up.”

“Have you met your parents?” said Scott.

“Scott…”

“Seriously, Max, this stuff is harmless,” said James. “We’ve been taking it every day for two weeks straight and haven’t had a single negative effect. Just a pinch is all we need. And your parents are the airest people I’ve ever met. They won’t notice, and if they do, I doubt they’d care.”

Max barely realized he was still gently massaging his chest with his fingers.

“Plus, the stuff is inexpensive,” James went on.

“You looked up the prices?” said Max. His mouth had gone dry.

“Yeah...” said James, looking abashed. “Just did a little browsing online. Nothing serious. It’s sold by a farm supply company called Relco. I thought of ordering it myself—you know, to take some of the burden off your parents’ supply. But Relco sells exclusively to local farms. If I try to make a personal order, it will probably raise some red flags.”

Max swallowed. His thoughts were racing. He was already devising schemes in his head. He was thinking of how easy it would be to order farm supplies on his parents’ behalf. They probably wouldn’t notice a thing.

But then Max looked down at the hand on his tender chest and slowly lowered it. He wasn’t the only one who was putting on weight. Scott seemed to have the strongest reaction to the drug, and the lethargy was carrying into his daily activities. His shirts were starting to fill out. He was developing a small belly.

It eerily reminded Max of when Adam had first started putting on weight. But that was silly. On Scott it was just a harmless little gut. Scott had always been small and mousy, so any amount of weight gain was sure to be blatant on him. And who was to say that it was even related to the drug use? It could have been purely coincidental.

Max’s scrutiny shifted to James, who looked the same as always, compact and athletic. He was wearing baggy pants and a jersey and showed no detectable changes in his weight.

“A hit in the morning seems reasonable,” said Max.

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It was a few days later, and Max was only getting softer. Particularly in the chest area. One night he sat in his bedroom and stared down at his bare chest. At first people had begun to ask if he had started working out. The extra weight had easily disguised itself as muscle growth under his shirts, but now, things were starting to look…just wrong, his chest holding two mounds of fat that were rounded, and had even begun to droop slightly. In short, they looked like small breasts. It was all queasily unnerving, and Max found himself folding his arms across his chest, then hissing in discomfort at how tender the flesh was.

He dropped his arms again. His nipples were hard and pink, areola round and puffy. Shaking his head, Max got up and jerked on a shirt, but once he did, his shoulders stiffened.

The sensation of the cotton brushing on his nipples as he moved about was highly…bothersome, in a way that made him want to rub his nipples as though to scratch an itch, and made his groin stir with arousal.

Max ran his hand through his hair. He felt annoyed by his ridiculous dilemma. It just made him want to be high at that very moment. Then he wouldn’t have to care about stupid things like man-tits and insecurities.

He frowned at the way the mounds stuck out in his shirt. He would need looser clothes if he wanted to hide this.

Deeming his easiest course of action to be to grab some of Adam’s huge tops while he was snoozing, Max exited his bedroom and headed to the one down the hall. The house was dark, and silent, though Max could see that Adam’s door was ajar, light pouring out of his room. Raising his eyebrow, Max peeked inside.

Adam was awake. He was slumped against his headboard, most of his belly bulging out of his stretched shirt. As Max eyed the mound, he couldn’t help noticing how huge it looked. Huger than ever. Adam’s gut seemed double the size than it had been at dinner that evening, making him looked as though he was hugely pregnant, were he a woman. Not just that, but it just looked odd. Adam’s belly button was protruding outwards, and it was swollen, and pink, at least the size of a golfball. Weird as fuck. At present Adam was breathing heavily as he rubbed and squeezed the nub with his fingers, his belly heaving. It had a small plate of pink around it that made it almost look like a…

“Ohhhh…ahhhh…” Adam panted. His body tensed up and then his belly button began to…spurt?

Max’s jaw hung open as he watched his brother’s navel spray a white fluid, Adam groaning and shuddering beneath his swollen mound. Adam’s was actually producing some sort of liquid. In fact, it looked like— “What the fuck?” the words fell out of Max’s mouth.

Adam stiffened, his eyes darting to the door. Sweaty and flushed, and still seeping what looked like milk down the underside of his belly, Adam twisted his face and released an infuriated roar. “Get out!” he screamed.

Max hurried back to his bedroom. He closed and locked the door.

In the minutes, and hours, that followed, Max couldn’t sleep, and for good reason. All he could think about was his brother writhing on the bed beneath his massive belly as it freakishly squirted fluid skywards. It was horrifying and bizarre.

By the early hours of the morning, Max had convinced himself that it had all been a dream. Some bizarre illusion. Maybe he really should try to ease up on the drug.

He chucked awkwardly to himself as he got ready for the day. He winced at his reflection in the mirror when he saw the dark circles under his eyes. He pulled on a tight tank top as an undershirt, which helped deal with the issue of friction, before donning the loosest T-shirt he owned. He hunched slightly to hide his bloated chest and made his way to breakfast.

Adam looked livid. He was slumped in his chair, fidgeting every now and then. He shot Max a threatening glare, which wasn’t at all unusual, once Max really considered it. And best of all, his belly wasn’t the huge globe it had appeared to be in Max’s dream, instead back to its usual, fat, beer-bellyesqe state, stretching out the baggy shirt Adam was wearing.

Max breathed a sigh of relief.

Adam kept his eyes down throughout most of the meal, and didn’t even take the bait when their parents antagonized. Max gobbled his breakfast down as quickly as he could before hurrying out to the shed to meet his friends.

“Is anyone else having freaky dreams?” said Max nervously.

Both James and Scott gave him odd looks. “No,” said Scott. “Why?”

“No reason,” said Max, his face falling.

The three took their morning hits. By then they didn’t even pass out. Max noticed Scott absently tugging down the front of his shirt. James’ pants seemed tighter than usual, the seat stretching over his ass.

Max gulped as he self-consciously crossed his arms over his chest. “Ready for the math test?” he said, attempting to sound wry.

James blinked out of his daze. “Fuck, no,” he muttered.

Scott echoed the sentiment.

Laughing amongst themselves, the three walked off to James’ car and headed to school.

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