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Down on the Farm

By Zefurr

" So this is where we're spending our entire summer? Sweating our asses off on a stinky ol farm?" Brad groaned lugging his suitcase out his friend's pickup truck. The olive skinned boy stood at 6'1 with broad defined shoulders from years of wrestling. A small mob of blonde hair blew gently in the country breeze. Some blew between his brown eyes making me blow it out of his way. The owner of the truck laughed at his friend's whining.

" Funny, I don't remember you complaining when I told you how much it pays. Guess all that talk was gusto eh Bradley?" he said nudging his friend with his elbow. Eli took his own bag out the bed of the pickup. Eli was taller than his friend by an inch at 6'2 and had the build of a football running back. He even had the big feet to match at size 14. Hazel eyes took in the sights around the farm as he brushed his hands over his short black hair.

" That was BEFORE I found out we were gonna be on a farm. You conveniently left that part out bragging about the pay" he said glaring at his friend who looked up innocently.

" Oh come on Brad it'll be fun" said a third voice from the passenger side of the truck. The door opened and a third boy hopped down on the gravelly road. His almond skin shined in the sunlight and he shielded his brown eyes from the harsh rays. He was much smaller than his two friends at 5'7 and kept his hair very short. He had an average build of someone who used to play sports but never kept up with the workouts afterwards. A somewhat defined upper body but slight belly.

" Ethan, make sure you lock the door on your way out" Eli called after him. Ethan pressed the button on the passenger door and a resounding click followed. He shut the door and followed after his two friends. When he caught up, Ethan wrapped an around the smaller boy's shoulder.

" Can't wait to see you all sweaty working that cute body of yours out" Eli said grinning at his boyfriend. " Sweat glistening down your forehead, pit stains on your shirt, and that musky smell" He said kissing his boyfriend's neck. Ethan playfully smacked his shoulder.

" Is there ever a time you aren't a total horndog" Ethan answered. Eli pretended to ponder this before shaking his head.

" As long as you're alive? Nope" Eli answered popping the "p" and gently biting Ethan's ear. Brad groaned from ahead.

" Can you lovebirds wait til I'm out of ear range before you start being gross and couply again? I had to deal with it the whole ride over" Brad says faking gagging noises. Ethan snorts at his friend but pulls his boyfriend down for a quick kiss.

" I don't think he likes being the third wheel this summer" Ethan whispers and Eli laughs.

" I heard that!" Brad shoots from in front. The two boys laugh before joining Brad climbing up the porch of the wooden farmhouse.

Brad went up and rang the doorbell and the three of them waited. After a moment they heard footsteps and the door opened. Standing at the door was an older man in his mid to late forties. He had a short white beard and a generous belly. His hair was cut short and he was barefoot dressed in overalls with no visible shirt underneath. In his hand was a smoking pipe he took a drag from.

" Ah, you must be the summer youngins from the city. Welcome to Barnaby Ranch." he said throwing his hands up. " The names Barnaby if that wasn't obvious" he said letting out a hearty laugh.

Eli was the one who spoke up. " Yep, that's us. It's nice to meet you sir. I'm Eli, and this is Ethan and Brad" he said gesturing to the two boys who waved respectively. Barnaby nodded to each of them.

" Well, let's not stand out here all day. Come in come in" He ushered them all inside and shut the door.

He turned to face his new visitors. " Did you find the place alright?" the farmer asked walking them down the corridor to a new room. The boys followed.

Ethan spoke up this time. " Yeah, wasn't difficult at all. Those directions you emailed were really detailed and helpful."

" Ah, good good. Well the way to the guest rooms is right down the hall there. Hope two is enough for you boys. After you get settled, you can come in the kitchen for supper" the farmer said.

" Sure, thanks Mr. Barnaby" Ethan said in his usual cheerful self. The farmer chuckled aloud again.

" Nonsense boy, please call me Uncle. Everyone called me Uncle" he told them. Ethan didn't think much of it but Brad raised an eyebrow. He looked over to Eli who just shrugged in return.

" This will definitely be a great and unforgettable summer I promise you haha. But if you boys'll excuse me, I have to go do some paperwork and yada yada. See you in a bit at supper" he said walking away to another part of the house. The floorboard creaked under his massive bare feet. When he left Brad turned back to the group frowning.

" Well let's go get unpacked" Eli said heading towards the guest rooms, Ethan trailing behind him. Brad trailed behind looking back over his shoulder to the retreating form of the farmer. Something about that guy didn't sit right with him.

*****

" So what do you think?" Eli asked his boyfriend. He bought some denim overalls similar to the farmer's for the job. " Not too shabby huh? I look like a real farmhand" he said posing.

Brad snorted from his place on the twin bed. " Yeah Tom Sawyer, let's go get Huckleberry Flynn and have a real hootnanny" he said with an exaggerated southern accent.

" Ignore mr grumpy" Ethan began. " 'I' think you look real snazzy. Plus tom sawyer had some nice feet" he said winking at his boyfriend who blew back a kiss.

" Ugh you two are impossibly in love. It's sickening" Brad groaned throwing his phone down on the bed.

" Now now Bradley don't be a little green monster" Eli playfully admonished shaking his finger.

" But seriously, you guys don't feel anything...off about that farmer? I mean, 'uncle?'" Brad said putting up finger quotes. Eli shrugged.

" So the guy gets a little familiar with people. Probably just how he grew up. Plus it's not like we're in a corporate office. We're gonna be farm hands."

" I don't know man something just feels weird" Brad relented.

" Brad, you're weird" Ethan laughed getting up from the stool and heading for the door. " I believe there was a mention of supper earlier?"

Eli clapped excitedly and follow his boyfriend. " I don't know about you but I'm starving" Eli said rubbing his stomach.

Brad raised an eyebrow. " You're not gonna take that thing off?" he said pointing to his friend's attire.

Eli shook his head. " No way, plus I like the way it feels. You should get one too" he said snickering. Brad muttered an 'as if' and follow his friend to the kitchen

***

When the boys got to the kitchen they saw another boy sitting at large wooden table. He looked up and smiled at them. He was around Eli's height and weight with wavy shoulder length blonde hair and green eyes. He had on a simple tank top and denim shorts with flop flops.

" Y'all must be the new farm hands for the summer. Name's Sammy, cook and glorified maid haha" he said stretching his head out. Each of the boys introduced themselves and shook Sammy's hand. Sam told him how he also manages part of the property for "uncle" Barnaby.

Sam was fixing the last plate as he brought them over to the table for each boy. " Hope y'all like dinner. It's my specialty, smothered pork chops. An old family recipe." He said beaming.

Eli happily tore into his meal while Ethan decided to start with the veggies. Brad was more reluctant but ended up taking a bite out of the meat. The flavor was incredible and soon he had cleared his plate and asked for seconds. Meanwhile, Eli was nearly on thirds.

" I see you boys like it, I'll go get some more then" Sammy told them. After leaving them, Eli let out a loud belch patting his stomach.

" Man that stuff is good. I want more." He said. Brad nodded in agreement having cleared his second plate as well.

Sammy returned with another platter of porkchops he set in the middle of the table. The boys hardly waited before reaching out and grabbing the food.

Sammy laughed at their gusto. " You boys sure eat like a bunch of pigs."

The sound for the next half hour was a myriad of chewing, belching, and even some uncontrolled farting. Soon all boys finished their meals clearing several plates each. Distended bellies were all around and they used their tongues to pick food from between their teeth. Sammy took their plates and loaded the dishwasher.

" Uncle Barnaby had some stuff to take care of but he said he'll see y'all bright and early tomorrow morning at 6am sharp. You can meet him out by the pig pen." The boys all nodded in understanding.

Eli let out another belch followed by a hiccup that sounded suspiciously squealish but no one picked up on it. Sammy gave a knowing grin waving goodnight to the trio before heading upstairs.

***

The next day the boys got up early in the morning. Most were still feeling full from dinner and retained their bellies. They got dressed with minor difficulty and at 6am on the nose showed up to the pig pen.

The pig pen was big. It was like a little house you can see through with the wired sides. Farmer Barnaby was there to meet them dressed in the same attire from the previous day with the addition of a straw hat.

" Mornin piggies" Barnaby said laughing. " I heard you boys had a hearty dinner and nearly cleaned out Samuel's porkchop supply."

Ethan blushed embarrassed while Eli looked almost proud. Brad felt like he was in a haze remembering how good and juicy the meat was.

" Anyhow, today you'll be cleaning the pens. You're also replacing the hay, and feeding the pigs." Barnaby said walking along the fenced property. He opened the door and gestured for the boys to enter. " After you"

" Have fun. Daze and Roza will keep you boys good company as you work." He said pointing to the pen's only two occupants. The pig's snorted being acknowledged.

The boys soon got busy with work. If they bothered to take notice they would've seen a strange piercing on the left ear of daze. Roza also had some strange hair for a pig. But none of the boys paid any mind and focused on the task at hand.

Eli heaved bales of hay around the pen so he could clean and replace them. It was a hot summer day and he started to sweat. Wiping a bead of sweat from his brow he continued the process of moving and cleaning. He made a misstep and trip over his boot laces and fell in the mud dropping the hay bale.

" Ugh, my clothes" he groaned in disgust. He got up sitting on his knees and looking down at his ruined attire. The mud got on the whole front side of his clothes and some of his face. He wiped some of the muck off but surprisingly, it was very cooling. A natural relief from the sweltering country heat.

From his knees he slowly laid back down in the mud reveling in how dirty it made him feel. As if he were in snow, he started waving his arms and legs making mud angels. Unbeknownst to him, the mud was also having a different effect on him. His still distended belly began to grow even more becoming a rotund, prominent gut. He found it harder to move his fingers the more he waved his hands and his toes felt cramped in his work boots.

Sitting up, he toed them off and threw them off to the side. He also did the same to his ruined muddy white socks. 'Ah, much better' he thought moving his feet. His toes didn't flex independently though and moved in unison.

Eli laid back in the mud rolling around and laughing to himself. He let loose a squeal or two in delight as well. Remorseful eyes watched his actions as Daze & Roza knew what was soon to unfold.

Ethan was heaving heavy buckets of food over to the trough. With slippery fingers, he struggled to get a good enough grip to lift it up. Eventually he was able to lift it over his shoulders and pour it along the white metal tub. It splashed everywhere it didn't go in and some splashed all the way to his face hitting him right on the lips.

He involuntarily licked his lips tasting a mixture of cucumber peels, stale bread and melon rinds along with a myriad of other foods. 'This stuff is actually pretty good' Ethan thought and he set the bucket down. He reached a finger into the filled trough and scooped our more slop. He tasted the multiple flavors and soon dipped his finger in for another taste then another. He used his whole hands to scoop and eat more splashing food on his work clothes ruining them. Forgoing his hand altogether he stuck his whole in the trough and ate the pig slop.

At first it was awkward with his tongue having to stick out but Ethan found it easier and easier as he continued to eat. His nostrils flared at the smell of the food as he ate. The nostrils looking much bigger than normal. The hands gripping the metal trough started to become stiff as his fingers bunched together moving uniformly. Ethan's fingers then started to fuse together. The keratin from his nails covering the fused fingers spreading and growing longer and more solid. Soon Ethan had a pair of front hooves.

Brad was feeling more and more sluggish as the day went on. Cleaning up the pens of two pigs shouldn't have been hard, but his stomach was still full from last night's dinner. He even forfeited breakfast cause he couldn't eat another bite.

The soreness from his backside wasn't doing him any favors too. It started after dinner where he couldn't even sleep on his back like he usually does. And his stomach was too bloated to comfortably sleep that way so he slept on his side.

The soreness only seemed to get worse the moment he stepped foot in the pig pen. His feet also started hurting in his boots. He had to stop cleaning several time to rub at his socked foot before resuming his work.

All this combined made the task of finishing his work a lot longer than he'd have liked. He was started to get really hot and surprisingly hungry.

He was about to ask his friends if they wanted to break for lunch. What he saw when he turned around made his freeze. Eli was rolling around in the mud barefoot or at least that's what Brad thought it was. His friend's hands and feet have both turned into hooves. His ears flopped over slightly and his food gut was even bigger.

He was gonna ask Ethan what the hell was going on when he saw his other friend in a similar predicament. Leaned over in the pig trough doing what can only he described as eating, or slurping. Hooves poked through the toes of his destroyed shoes and a much bigger belly than before. His face had pushed forward into a slight muzzle and his nostrils much bigger. Both boys had pink splotches sporadically covering the skin of their bodies.

" What the hell is going on!?" Brad yelled scared and thoroughly confused. His friend barely paid him any mind continuing as they were before. Brad turned his attention in the direction of a very familiar laugh.

" Ahaha so I guess you all are getting acquainted with your new home?" farmer Barnaby asked Brad.

" New home? What the hell are you talking about? What's happening to my friends!?" The farmer laughed.

" Boy, you should really be more worried about what's happening to yourself at the moment" Barnaby said pointing to the back of Brad's jeans.

Confused, Brad felt the butt of his jeans and hissed his pain. His eyes went wide and he muttered a chorus of no's unbuttoning and dropping his pants. There was a lump just above his butt and his pulled his underwear down slightly to reveal a curly tail noticeably growing larger much to the teen's dismay.

" What are you doing to u- *squeal*" Brad said quickly covering his mouth. 'What the hell was that!? Did I just squeal?' Brad thought. The farmer held his belly and he laughed again, the sound now annoying Brad.

" I knew I was right about you and this place" he fumed. He ran towards the door only to find it locked. He looked over at farmer Barnaby who waved a key in his hand.

" Looking for this little piggy?" he taunted. Brad exhaled sharply glaring at the old man.

" You can't do this to us!" Brad yelled. The farmer put the key back in the breast pocket of his overalls.

" I surely can Brad. See, I wasn't lying about needing some help this summer. But don't get your scallops in twist. Y'all be good and I just might turn you back, just like Sammy."

" Just like Sammy?" Brad asked incredulously, unaware that the tightness in his shoes caused his toes to fuse together beginning the transformation into hooves. His skin was also taking on the same leathery pink coloring as his friends.

" Yep, my foreman used to be like you. 'cept he was an ass" He said laughing again. " Now, he can change to and from his form as he pleases thanks to ol Uncle Barnaby's guidance"

" You're crazy!"

" And you're a pig" he said laughing madly at his own joke. " I'll be back soon, I'm sure y'all will need more food if you're friend there keeps at it." The farmer then walked about from the pen and towards the farmhouse leaving Brad screaming after him.

Brad paced along the pen uttering a colorful range of swears.

" Guys you gotta stop!" he called after his friend who ignored him. " You're only gonna make it worse, please listen!" Eli and Ethan were in their own world.

Ethan was practically fully a pig himself now. His hands and freed feet fully transformed into hooves, the last of his muzzle growing the match his new snout, his new body having ripped the clothes he was wearing. The weirdest part was his hair, which he retained.

Brad did a panicked double take looking at the pigs observing all this. The one the farmer called Roza had a head of hair too, just like a human!

" Oh shit, you got to you too?" Brad asked. The pig squealed and grunted in return but somehow Brad was able to make sense of it as an affirmation.

Brad grabbed his head in shock at his impossible situation only to see that his hands have turned into hooves as well. He heard a loud rip and looked down at his feet to see his toes have completed their own transformation.

Having eaten his full, Ethan ignored the cries of his friend to join his boyfriend, who had also completely transformed into a pig, roll around in the mud to cool off.

Brad's cries devolved into grunts and squeals as he found he lacked the ability to communicate with human speech. As his own transformation continued, his new body forced his to stand on his hands and feet- erm, his new hooves. His tail had finished growing in and the last part of the changes taking place in his face.

He tried fighting it every step of the way but soon his resilient thoughts became clouded. Brad started wondering about the food in the trough or how nice it'd be to cool off in the mud as well. He shook his head free of these thoughts as his nose and mouth continued to push forward into a muzzle. His nose having grown two times its normal size into the perfect snout. His abnormally long ears flopped over slightly as the pink consumed the rest of his skin tone. His clothes, or what's left of them, fell to scraps on the ground.

Brad tried fighting as much as he could. Practically a pig now with human thoughts. 'Gotta fight....can't give in...gotta fight....gotta eat...so hungry...food' he thought. Before he knew it, he was walking over to the trough. He fought with all he could but in the end his hunger gave out and he started digging in.

***

Farmer Barnaby returned to the pig pen later to see its three new occupants playing and rolling around in the mud. He smiled to himself.

" See boys, I told you this would be an unforgettable summer."

END