Date: Wed, 28 Mar 2012 10:38:05 -0400 From: John Smith Subject: Farm Boy Farm Boy I WORE ARMANI FOR GOD SAKE! I look in the mirror and that image has long since faded. I grew up in a fairly wealthy family. When I met Darin I was looking for someone to give me direction and he seemed to be the one to do it. Darin had a farm in a very remote section of North Carolina. At first it was just to be a visit but he was so dominant that when I came for a visit he demanded I remove the suit and put on the smelly well worn overalls that were at least three sizes too big for me. I hitched up the straps and pulled up the bib and removed my wingtips. I stood there without a shirt or underwear in a set of bib overalls. I figured a couple days would be good and I would go back to my life having lived a little bit of a fantasy. Darin tossed a beer at me and although I have had a few in my life that was not my favorite drink. I looked around for a glass to pour it into but Darin just looked at me and told me to pop the tab and chug it. This was something completely new to me. Well I was here for some new experiences so I did as I was instructed and the taste of that aluminum rim just didn't do it for me. I chugged it and he tossed another and another until I am sure that the look in my eyes was a bit fuddled. Even in my somewhat drunken state I knew what was going on, not that I was able to do much about it. I just followed along in my bare feet as he led me to the barn. Now my feet had never been left undressed and I was tiptoeing through the weeds and rocks as I followed behind Darin. When we got to the barn Darin tossed me several more beers until I was so wasted that what happened next I only remember in a dream and putting the pieces together after the fact. I was placed strapped over a low lying saw horse. Ass in the air. Bruno was let up behind me and he was, as I was told was my first experience with an animal. Bruno was a Great Dane. As I was fucked by Bruno, the beer became a muscle relaxant and I took him inside of me. Darin tells me I was tied to him for almost an hour as he fed me a couple more beers to keep me nice and loose. When the morning came and I was naked in bed with Darin all I could think of was that my ass was aching. The morning started with a big breakfast and some beer. I was to find that Darin enjoyed seeing me drink the beer and getting me drunk. And although I wasn't that excited with the beer I was becoming use to it and eventually crave the taste of it. Darin and I would go out to the barn and throughout the day I would drink more and more until I was so drunk that Darin would bring out Bruno and I would get fucked again. I was just planning on staying a couple days but by the end of the week we had gotten into a pattern that I lost track of time and was enjoying my time with Darin. It was about six months after coming to visit Darin that I first realized what had happened. I had become use to the beer and it was taking more and more to get me drunk. And the fuckings I only realized from the ache in my back end but on one evening I was just in a daze and when that horse entered my back end I came to and realized what Darin had been doing. He had been working ever increasing animals into my hole to this point. I don't know why he let me become aware of my situation at this point but I know that the horse cock going up my back end wasn't the first time. It slid in so easy and the moans coming from me made me realize how much I had enjoyed it over the months. Why didn't you ask me? I asked Darin. You don't ask a pig to fuck you just do it. Was his response. I couldn't deny that. Once the horse was done and I was let up Darin and I went back to his house and we talked about the last six months. He told me about Bruno and I realized that there were many times that he would come up and nuzzle me. I just thought that he was getting use to me, a family pet but he was horny for me. I noticed that all that beer had started to show a change in my body. I had developed a small beer gut and the lack of real exercise showed little development on my arms or legs. I looked like a round orb on a couple of sticks. I still didn't fit the overalls but I was growing into them. The only other change was my ass. The hole was gaping, never to close again but the lack of exercise and the many calories made my ass well cushioned. Darin started demanding that I transfer all my assets to him and I did as I was told. Darin was now a multi millionaire and I was just another one of his possessions. But that didn't change him like it did me. I WORE ARMANI SUITS FOR GOD SAKE! And now I am wearing a set of well worn overalls hitched up under my beer belly lifting it like a belly bra. The straps beginning to get to the end and still my legs are sticks. I don't remember my name. I answer to Bubba now. I have answered to that since the day I met Darin. And I look the part. Not only do I wear the overalls and have a beer belly but I don't shave and I am beginning to look like something from ZZ Top. I haven't gotten any piercings because Darin was afraid that the animals would catch on them but I have been tatooed. All of them chosen by me. I have a big tramp stamp on my back with the word pig emblazoned on it. I have two buddas on my man boobs the belly button becoming the nipples. And a the back end of a pig on my belly button looking back at whoever is playing with my belly button. My feet have toughened up and I no longer tiptoe to the barn. I no longer wear shoes except when we go out. Darin will bring me to a bar and show me off. And there are a lot of kinky guys out there that love seeing me service animals. They will come and watch or we can go and service their animals. I couldn't leave Darin if I wanted to. I no longer have the money my parents left me when they died and I have no skills. But then I don't want to leave Darin. My big muscle farm daddy and me his little farm boy.