Country Manpig prologue
#1 of Country Manpig
A young man moves in with his Aunt, Uncle, and his Cousin, and he learns that life out in the sticks isn't all bad.
My cousin Luke was always someone I envied. When we were younger, he was everything I wanted to be. I used to copy everything he did in hopes that maybe I'd be more like him when I was his age.
Of course, that was years ago, and I haven't seen Luke in ages. But today, I was picked up at the airport by my Aunt Nancy, Luke's mom. While my own parents traveled to Europe, I was to stay with them.
Naturally I was excited. Luke and I had been like brothers, and seeing him again would be a lot of fun. It would be like old times.
Well almost like old times.
Luke was now nineteen, and I was eighteen. This was my first summer as a legal adult, and I was really hoping that Luke and I could to a lot more interesting things now that the both of us could drive.
The whole way home, Aunt Nancy peppered me with questions. It was nice catching up with her. She was a sweet lady, not unlike her sister -- my mom, that is -- and she instantly warmed up to me as if no time had passed at all since we last met.
As we pulled into the driveway of their farmhouse, I had butterflies in my stomach. What if Luke doesn't remember me? What if he's a jerk? What if he doesn't even want to hang out anymore?
All that went away as we stepped through the threshold. There, in nothing but his underpants sat Luke himself. As soon as he heard us come in he was on his feet and had me in a bear hug.
Luke had always been a big kid, even when we were little, but he had gotten much bigger, and much stronger now that he was an adult. I was half expecting to feel a rib crack under the pressure of his immense frame.
"Hey kiddo! Its been too long!" He greeted cheerily. I could only sputter in response, my chest being forced to empty itself of any remaining air.
"Alright, honey, let your cousin go before he passes out." I heard Aunt Nancy say. Instantly the pressure was released and I felt air in my lungs once more. Trying not to act like it was that bad, I grinned at Luke. "Hey yourself, big guy. I get that you are happy to see me but at least let me breathe." I told him.
Luke only returned the grin. "Hey lemme help you get your stuff upstairs and we can catch up a bit before lunch." He said, heading out the door, still in his breifs. I was about to say something, but I remembered that the closest neighbors out here were alost half a mile away, and through some dense trees. Besides, Nancy hadn't told him to put any pants on, so it must not have been the first time, nor the last.
"I hope you don't mind sharing a room with me." Luke said, setting my things down on a neatly made bed that had been set up in there. "I don't think I take up that much space."
The bedroom looked like any typical guy's room. Posters of various models, motorcycles and hot rods decorated the walls, and in the corner a messy desk sat with a new computer that almost seemed out of place among the antique furniture.
"You guys get internet way out here?" I asked, surprised. Having lived in the city all my life, I was still adjusting to the rural atmosphere.
Luke laughed. "Of course we get the net. I'd probably have lost my mind ages ago if we didn't. Took a lot of convincing to let my folks get me a newer computer though. You're free to use it whenever."
"Thanks." I said, happy that I could still stay in touch with people. Or at least have something to do when I was bored.
"I have a TV as well, but it don't have many channels. The one downstairs has cable. This one is mostly for video games." He said, opening up an entertainment center. "If you're hungry, I have a mini fridge too." He added, pulling out a couple sodas, and handing me one.
"Your parents let you have a mini fridge in your bedroom?"
Luke shrugged. "Yeah. Besides, all the good snacks are in here. I'm not leaving my candy downstairs where my dad might find it."
I nodded, taking a sip of my pop. Now that he had stopped moving, I could really see how big he'd gotten. He was chubby, sure. A roll of fat hanging over the sides of his briefs, which didn't look like they had much stretch left in them, and a good sized belly out front. However, he clearly had some muscle underneath it all, giving him an ex-jockish type of look.
"Boys, lunch is ready!" Aunt Nancy called from downstairs. Luke patted his stomach, sending ripples across it. "Great, I'm starved."
I looked at him curiously. "Weren't you eating something when Aunt Nancy and I got home? How could you be hungry?"
Luke laughed. "A guy my size isn't satiated by a few chips. That was just something to hold me over until mom got back."
I was hungry myself, so dropping the subject, I headed downstairs, where Aunt Nancy had a table set of sandwich meats, breads, condiments, chips, salads... it looked like she was ready to host a party, not feed two teenage boys.
"I wasn't sure what kind of sandwiches you like, so hopefully there is something here you'll enjoy." She said. "But personally, I recommend the salami."
I couldn't help but laugh. "Salami is my favorite, but mom can't stand the stuff so its hard to come by at home."
"Well you'll be happy to know that this house is always stocked with salami, so eat as much as you like."
"Do you want me to go get dad?" Luke asked. He looked like he was ready to dig in, but was only being held back by his manners.
"I can do it." I offered. "You look like you're ready to dig in, but I'll last a few minutes while I go get Uncle Greg."
"No need, no need!" A booming voice said from behind me. "I'm right here." Turning around, I was face to face with Uncle Greg and his big belly. It was obvious that Luke had inherited the man's size, and apparently his penchant for going without a shirt as well. He pulled me into a bear hug as well, and I was pressed into his huge gut. "Its good to see ya, kid!" He said cheerily. "Glad you could come and stay while your parents are travellin!" Once again I could only sputter as the life was squeezed out of me by an even more powerful set of arms than Luke's.
"Honey I just told Luke to take it easy with him and now here you are flattening the poor boy like a tube of toothpaste!" Nancy laughed. "Let him go so he can get something to eat. I'm sure he's starved."
"Yeah, I am pretty hungry." I admitted. "The flight had awful food."
"Oh I'm sure. That stuff just don't beat a proper meal made by your Aunt Nancy!" Greg said, as he too made his way over to the table and loaded his plate with food. He looked like a bigger and fuzzier version of Luke, who had joined him on the one side. Greg's belly hung over the table as he gathered up his food, giving him the appearance of a hungry bear about to dig into its catch. As he turned around, it became apparent that Greg was lacking pants as well, his behind barely contained by the biggest pair of briefs I'd ever seen.
One on hand, I was nervous they'd snap, on the other, that familiar envious feeling had returned. I wanted to be as big and casual as those two were. It seemed like a great way to live.
So I too loaded up my plate with as much food as I thought I could eat.
"Hey come sit over here." Luke said, motioning to the chair between him and his father. Granted, I wasn't quite as big as them, but I was a bit chubby myself, and I wasn't sure if I'd fit. However, I wasn't going to seem rude, nor was I gonna pass up the chance to sit in between the two heaviest people in my family while they stuffed their faces with food. So with all the grace of a drunk elephant, I managed to wedge myself between them both, the enormous uncle Greg to my left, and the heavy Cousin Luke to my right. I could barely move my arms without bumping either of them, or brushing against their huge bellies, so I simply ate as much as I could without moving.
It was the hardest thing I've ever done.
By the time I was done, I tried to get up but Uncle Greg gave me a firm look. "You've barely eaten a thing. No need to be nervous around us, there is plenty of food, and we're family, so eat as much as you like.
Sitting back down, I motioned for the potato salad, only to have Uncle Greg plop a huge serving of it onto my plate, as well as several meats, breads, cheeses, vegetables, cookies, fudge, and even another helping of salad.
He gave me a proud look. "See, that's how you load up a plate." he said, pushing it over to me. I'd never felt bad for a piece of dishware before, but this plate was so loaded with food, I couldn't help but feel a little bad for it. Not wanting it to suffer, I dug in, hoping I could even put this much food away.
Somehow though, I managed to get every scrap into my stomach, which was swelled up, and tight as a drum. As I finished the rest of my drink, not a scrap was left on the table, most of it having been devoured by Uncle Greg, and to a lesser extent, Luke. Both men's stomachs were firm as well, and with a grunt, they heaved themselves up from the table. Luke wandered back out to the living room, and Uncle Greg headed toward the back door.
"I'm headed back out to the barn. You wanna come see what I'm workin on?" He asked me.
"Sure." I agreed, my curiosity piqued.
The barn was probably the same age as the house was, painted a classic red color. Inside, it was well lit, and a few fans down the aisle were circulating the air. I could see why Greg wasn't wearing a shirt, as the barn was several degrees warmer than it was outside.
"I guess you didn't know this, but your Aunt and I raise pigs and cows." He said, as he lead me down the aisle. "Mostly for meat, but we got a few dairy cows, and your cousin has a pig as a pet."
I smiled at the thought of Luke trying to teach a pig various dog tricks.
"Here he is, by the way. I'd like you to meet Big Jude." He said motioning to an open stall. Inside was an enormous boar, nonchalantly drinking out of a trough. It gave me a quick one over and resumed its drinking, either uninterested or unafraid of me. Both of which I was grateful for, since the thing looked like it could trample me if it so desired.
"Go on, you can get closer to him if you want. Jude is the laziest pig you ever did see."
As if understanding Uncle Greg, the pig let out a snort, but made no other attempt to correct him.
Cautiously, I entered, and offered my hand out to the animal. Still uninterested in me, he gave a halfhearted sniff, and went back to his water. Cautiously, I ran my hand down his hide, feeling the short fur under my palm. I repeated this a few more times before the pig, having given up trying to drink, turned around to face me. Bending down so I was face to face with it, I smiled politely and introduced myself.
"Is nice to meet you, Jude." I said. "I'm Luke's cousin. I'll be living with him and Uncle Greg, and Aunt Nancy for a while, so I hope we can get along."
The pig just snorted. Giving him a pat on the head, I got up and left the stall, rejoining Uncle Greg who had been looking on in amusement.
"It sure was nice of you to introduce yourself to Big Jude, but I don't really think he'd have any problems with you even if ya didn't. He's easier to get along with than most people."
As Uncle Greg continued to show me around, I was beginning to get uncomfortable in my shirt. However, I didn't want to seem rude and take it off, no matter how silly it seemed.
"Boy you look miserable." Greg noted as he finished showing me the cows and bulls. "You allergic to these animals or somethin?"
I shook my head. "Nah, I'm just a bit warm it all."
"So why don't you take off your shirt? It'll probably help a lot. Plus you've damn near soaked the thing through, so you might as well let Aunt Nancy wash it for you."
"Well, I didn't want to seem rude."
Uncle Greg gave me a funny look. "Boy, you're gonna be living here for a while, so you might as well make yourself as comfortable as you please." He shrugged. "Besides, I'm surprised you even still have that thing on. Its hotter than hell out here."
He had a point, so I removed my shirt, exposing my own chubby stomach, still a bit swollen from my lunch. It felt good to have it off, the fan behind me blowing cold air and cooling me off.
"Yeah see, you look like your feeling better already." Uncle Greg said, before chuckling. "I see you ain't no stranger to a good meal now and then, huh?" he asked, poking my stomach.
I felt my face heating up, and I was sure as I was probably various shades of red. "I've been meaning to slim down... and I've been dieting a bit..." I started to mumble. I've never been comfortable talking about my weight, so whenever someone brings it up, even if that person is several times my size, I start spitting out a bunch of bullshit excuses to make them go away. It was another reason I envied Luke and Uncle Greg so much. They clearly had no qualms about their size, whereas I was pretty much ready to put my shirt back on and blot back to the airport, heat or no heat.
Uncle Greg just put his and on my shoulder. "Calm down there, kiddo." He said gently. "I wasn't tryin to upset you. I certainly don't have to right to judge anyone's size with a gut like mine. Not that I would. Heck if nothin else I was payin you a compliment for being able to keep any meat on your bones what with your dad working in health food and all."
"Trust me, he's just as surprised. But he doesn't hound me about it too much." I said, regaining my composure almost as quickly as I had lost it. "But people in the city tend to be a little more... judgmental about your weight."
Uncle Greg frowned. "Boy all a big belly means is that you're well fed and you appreciate a good meal. If anyone is givin you trouble for that, you don't need to be around them. Trust me, around here you don't gotta worry about any of that, so don't be so self loathing. Its probably worse for ya than being a bit chunky is."
"Thanks for that." I said, sticking my shirt in my back pocket. "I guess I'm just so used to things back home, that I'm not really adjusted to life in the country yet."
"You've been here for a couple of hours, of course you're not gonna be adjusted yet. Just relax and give it some time, and before you know it, you'll fit right in. People out here aren't aliens, you know. But if you keep stressing out about everything, then you're gonna be the strange one."
"Right." I said, feeling a bit more confident. "I'm gonna head inside and get unpacked then, if that's alright with you."
"I'm not gonna keep ya. Besides, I sure Luke wants to show you around town or something, so you'd best not keep him waiting."
"Thanks again, Uncle Greg."
"Hey, don't mention it."
As I walked back to the farmhouse, I decided that I would grab something to eat.
After all, I had a tiny lunch.
"Oh hi sweetie." Aunt Nancy said to me as I came in the back door. "Done looking at all the animals?"
"Yeah. Its probably the first time I've been this close to farm animals that wasn't at a petting zoo or county fair."
Aunt Nancy laughed. "Well glad you like it. I hope you won't mind helping out from time to time though. Its a lot of work, and no matter how stubborn your Uncle Greg is, I'm sure he'd appreciate an extra set of hands to help him and Luke out."
"Its no problem, I'm happy to help." I said, as I looked in the fridge for something to eat.
"If you're still hungry, I think Luke took a bit of food upstairs."
"Thank's Aunt Nancy. Oh, by the way, where is your laundry hamper?"
"In the linen closet. Its the brown basket with the lid on it. Did you get something on your shirt?"
"No, just got hot is all. It could use a good wash."
"Alright then."
Upstairs, Luke was sitting on his bed, controller in hand, playing a game on his television. The 'bit of food' Aunt Nancy had mentioned was probably enough food for lunch again. For someone like Luke though, it was just enough to share.
"Oh, hey. Did you enjoy the grand tour of the barn?" He asked, hitting pause.
"Yeah, its cool. I met your pig."
"Oh? You like him?"
"He's pretty cool. Doesn't seem to worry about too much."
"No, he's fairly laid back. Kinda like me, I guess." He motioned to the plate of food. "If you're still hungry, there's plenty to eat here. Sorry dad and I chowed all the food before asking if you wanted any more."
"No worries. Like you said, there is no shortage of things to eat around here." I said, grabbing a biscuit and making myself a small sandwich out of it.
"Yeah, but there is also no shortage of mouths to put it in, so make sure you get what you want before dad or i get at it." he fell back onto his bed. "I'm so used to just competing with one guy over the best chow, but now I've got to deal with you too! I don't know how I'll survive."
"You? I've never had to 'compete' with anyone for anything. Suddenly being an only child went from being something cool to something terrible. I'm at a huge disadvantage." I laughed, comfortable with all this after talking with Uncle Greg. I went and made up a couple more sandwiches for myself, knowing that Luke was serious about taking what you want when you want it.
Between Luke and myself, the plate of food didn't stand a chance, and it was soon emptied into our stomachs. Luke however, wasn't content with this, so putting on some pants and a loose tank, he grabbed his keys and we got in his car and headed to town.
Since my stuff was still all packed up, I had borrowed one of Luke's tanks. It was a couple sizes too large for me, so it looked like I was a lot smaller than I actually was.
Luke gave me an amused look. "Either we're gonna have to unpack your stuff soon, or you're gonna have to start growing so you can actually wear my clothes." he told me as we headed toward town. I wasn't against the idea of being able to fill, or even overfill Luke's shirts, but for now, I wanted to take it a bit slower.
Luke seemed to have something else in mind, as we pulled into a bar parking lot. As we got out he was telling me about how good the food here was, and that it would be the best anything you've ever tried.
The bar itself was fairly empty. A few patrons sat at the counter, and there were a few playing pool. A group of folks were standing outside on the patio with their cigarettes, looking uncomfortable in the heat.
A large man in a too small shirt greeted us as we came in.
"Luke, how ya been?" He asked, smacking the boy on his back. "Whose your friend?"
"I've been good Mick." He said. "This is my cousin. He's gonna be staying with me and my parents for a while, so I figured I show him around town, and this is the first place we stopped."
"Ya picked a good starting point!" Mick said, offering out a huge hand to me. "I'm the owner of this place. The name's Mick, as you might have heard already."
I shook his hand and introduced myself as well. Mick ushered us over to a table near the bar and gave use some menus, recommending several things on the list for us to try. Luke however declined them and told Mick that he already knew what he wanted.
"I want the Big Bacon Supreme, and I'd like one for my cousin too. Extra fries and two tall glasses of coke."
"You sure are confident. I don't know if your cousin can put that much food away, though. He looks pretty tiny."
"Its the shirt, but I'm sure he's got plenty of room, right?"
I nodded my head, not quite sure what was going on. All I knew is that I was about to get a lot of food, and I was probably expected to eat all of it.
My confusion was soon cleared as two enormous juicy burgers were placed on our table, along with two of the baskets a regular burger would come in with its fries, but instead piled high with only french fries.
The fries and burger were both still hot and shining with grease and fat. Just looking at it made me feel full, but I dug in nonetheless, having to squish the enormous sandwich down quite a bit just to get a bite. It was tender and flavorful, with juicy tomatoes and crisp lettuce, and melted cheese as well. The bacon was perfectly cooked and went well with the patty and bun. The barbecue sauce was just strong enough to give the burger a kick, but not so strong that it overpowered the rest of the sandwich.
In short, it was probably the single greatest hamburger I'd ever eaten in my life.
Eager to finish it, I ignored my stomach's protests as I devoured it, along with my fries, and washed it all down with my coke, letting out a satisfied burp.
Luke had finished his as well, his tank pulling tighter around his stomach, and his pants having either burst or been unbuttoned.
"So did you like it?" He asked. I nodded.
"It was amazing. I'd eat that thing every day if I could."
Luke laughed. "I don't know about that, but I will tell you that this place has the best food in town." He got up and stretched, his gut showing under his shirt. "I'm full, but if you want to go anywhere else, I'm up for it."
I shook my head, and pulled myself up as well, feeling lethargic with all that food in me. "No, I'm good. Lets head home."
Luke kindly paid for my burger and when we got home, immediately removed his shirt and pants, letting his growing belly expand without restraint. I did the same, out of fear my pants would rip, but I was much more comfortable in my underwear.
As Luke played video games, I unpacked the remainder of my things, and slumped down on my own bed, my eyes wandering to my now overpacked torso, then to Luke's, as it jiggled with every movement.
"Something up?" He asked me. "You've been pretty quiet, and just staring off into space."
"Hm? No." I said. "Just thinking about how everything back home is."
"You've been gone less than a day, how different could it have gotten?" he asked.
"True." I got up and grabbed a bath towel. "I'm gonna go take a shower."
"Shower's busted." Luke said. "But the tub is top notch so its not so bad."
The tub was a newer kind, and it was quite large, probably to accompany Uncle Greg's girth. Slipping into it, I let my mind drift. I thought about how big Uncle Greg and Luke are, how happy they seem being that big, and how big I'd end up being after staying with them for so long.
In my mind I sat in my briefs, bigger than Luke, eating as much as Uncle Greg, my big belly sticking out in front of me.
I felt something brush against my stomach, and I realized that all that fantasizing had caused me to get hard. Reaching under the water, I stroked my cock, feeling it bounce against my belly, imagining how it would feel after I got really big. My head rushed as a reached climax, my seed pushed up to the surface by the force of my ejaculation, and sinking down to the bottom where it was sucked into the drain.
Finishing up, I drained the tub and made sure I hadn't left any evidence behind, dried off, and slipped my briefs back on, and went back to Luke and I's room.
Unfortunately I had awful timing. I had walked in on Luke jacking himself off, his dick bouncing against his massive belly before cumming on himself.
Apologizing profusely, I went and locked myself in the bathroom out of embarrassment, deciding that once night fell I'd pack my things, jump out the window, and hitch hike back to the airport, and spend the rest of my parents vacation in the tool shed.
"Hey, are you okay?" Luke asked from the other side of the door. "You ran back into the bathroom pretty fast."
"I'm fine." I lied.
"I'm sorry I didn't shut the door." Luke said meekly. "I'm not mad or anything."
Still red, I unlocked the door and stepped out. "I guess it just caught me off guard is all."
"I guess we're both used to being only children, huh?" He admitted.
"Yeah, I guess."
"Dinner time!" Aunt Nancy hollered up to us. "Come and get it."
This time, I was prepared. I sat in between Luke and Uncle Greg, all three of us in our breifs, hungry and ready to dig in. I didn't worry about brushing up against them anymore. It just meant I was getting big enough to have some presence at the table.
Somehow I managed to keep up with both of them, through seconds, thirds, even fourths and dessert. I loaded up my plate so high Uncle Greg just smiled and gave me a thumbs up.
By the time everything was gone, my stomach was quite full, and rubbing against theirs. Uncle Greg, who usually filled two stools, was starting to overflow into my chair. With a grunt, I tried to heave him back over, but he just laughed.
"Sorry kid, but this belly is nigh immovable." He said, giving it a pat. "Try as you might, it ain't going anywhere except outward." He shuffled a bit and his belly smushed against mine. It was a funny feeling, but I didn't mind it. "Look at that, you're starting to look like a real man." He said, poking my belly. "Soon you're gonna really look like Luke's brother."
Eight months later, and that comment was starting to become fact. I had gained a considerable amount of weight, having outgrown my own clothes, and now wearing some of Luke's old ones, which were tight on me like his were on him.
I was helping around the farm as well, and I'd gotten quite muscular, giving me the same 'ex-jock' look that Luke had.
Of course, with three mouths to feed, Aunt Nancy had begun to make even more food than she used to, and Uncle Greg was more than happy to eat all of it. He had also gotten much fatter than he had when I first arrived, his huge belly expanding out even farther.
Luke had also grown quite a bit, and had gotten Uncle Greg's old clothes, while I got Luke's. He was almost as big as Uncle Greg was, though a tad shorter, he looked just like his dad.
In addition to his immense size, Luke had also gotten a bit hairier as well, his once smooth belly growing a fine layer of light hair.
Luke and I mostly did the work, as Uncle Greg's enormous belly made it hard for him to bend over and pick things up. He mostly sat and directed us, or occasionally took care of the animals, all the while muching away on more food and sometimes rubbing his gut.
People did start mistaking Luke and I for brothers, as we were nearly the same size now, and well on our way to outgrowing Uncle Greg, something Luke thought would never happen.
Of course, I'm much more comfortable with my body, and I'm even looking forward to the day I get bigger than Uncle Greg.
Mom and Dad called to say they're staying in Europe for another year. I told them that was fine. I was happy to stay with Aunt Nancy, and Uncle Greg, and that Luke and I will be attending the same college come fall. They said they were glad, and even they mentioned that I looked more like Luke every time I send them a picture.