Orignal idea: @butch-de-101
Now you loved your step-son, but at times you just wished he was more like you and his brother, but atlas he was the exact opposite of the both of you. Small, thin, frail the runt of the litter in other words, but not just in appearance but personality as well, as he was soft spoken, into musicals and other artsy interest. Youâve tried for years to get him into the activities you, your buddies and son liked, hell you even tried his as well, but nothing. âThat boy ainât rightâ your friend would say and go on about now he needs to man up and get dirty, and thatâs when an idea popped into both of your head. You looked at your friend smirking âI know just the place for him to get dirty and man upâŠ.â
Youâre just mad and annoyed, what else is there to say? Your step-dad tries and fails to bound with you and yeah he did at least try, but now heâs sending you to some hick family farm in the swamp? He thought that âGetting some fresh air and learning more about the familyâ will get you to like him or be more like him and his idiot son the college football champ, and now youâre going to have to spend the whole summer at some fake uncles swamp ranch whoâs probably a bigger idiot then your dad and brother combined.
For hours you and your step-dad drove from the busy city, past the quite suburbs, along the freeway through farms to something even worst than a small town, The middle of nowhere in a Bayou country. Your step-dad hops out the trunk and takes in the nasty mosquito swarmed scenery around him, hands on his hips âGrew up here, my pa and brother and the occasional family visit. Man I missed that fresh airâ he looks at you and smiles but you only stare back with an expression of both disgust and boredom. You look around -This? Your proud of some nowhere shanty little ranch in the middle of a swamp? But you hold your tongue and say instead âWow must have been nice or whatever.â Heâs about to say something when âAy it is about time you got here big bro, Comment s'est passĂ© le trajet? and this must be Joseph?â The large man saids as heâs hugs your father and stairs at you in the car. âc'Ă©tait super et je suis si heureuse que tu aies acceptĂ© de surveiller mon fils. And this charming young man is Josephâ they both turn to you and smile.
Your step-uncle whose name was Anthony or Antoine. Was the younger spitting image of your step-dad and to an extent your step-brother, he was a large beefy muscular man with the typical appearance of a classless hillbilly but with a swamp vibe added in. He greeted me and shook my hands way too hard âThatâs how a man does itâ he said smirking, he eyes you up and down and you could tell he was judging you. âTch Un peu maigre et mou si vous me demandez. Mais je suis sĂ»r qu'il ira bien.â Your dad laughs âHeâs just shy and Iâm sure the two of you will get along just fine. Now Josh Iâll unload your truck and be on my way.â
He unloads the trunk pretty fast all the while heâs talking to his brother in French and just like that, heâs gone leaving you with basically a stranger. He lays a strong firm hand on your shoulder âWhy donât I take these to your room and show you to your room and~â âYou donât have you pretend anymore.â You cut him off, his smile fades and he gives you an annoyed and somewhat disgust look, and he just lifts his thick leg and âFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT ~You know I was actually being nice. Sure you are very different from what Iâm use to, but I could have learned something from you. But no Iâm just some stupid ill-mannered hickâ He takes your trunk and leaves you there stunned⊠-Tch typical- I thought to myself. After that unpleasant welcoming that was completely uncalled for. The two of you made it to what would soon be your home for the rest of the summer and just like this whole experience, you hated it.
He lead you to your room but none of your luggage was there and all that was there was a Black Tank-Top and worn out jeans just like his. You looked at him âThis isnât funny where are my thing?â Youâre beginning to seetheâIf I donât have them here Iâll call my dad and tell him youâre~â âTais-toi, sale gosseâ he cuts you off âFirst of all seeing how you⊠present yourself. None of the clothing you brought would be suitable for this environment, and donât bother you left your phone in your bags.â Your face turns red and you were about to scream and yell absentees but before you could he slams the door on your face. You stand there completely stunned.
Iâm lost for word. First I get abandoned in some desolate farm, but now Iâm completely isolated and even worse made to wear these? You look back over to the bed and around your new room, and you werenât impressed at all, it was a dull, small plain room with a bed, dresser and desk. But a photo caught your eye.
The picture of a large burly man stretching or doing some sort of warm up, and beneath it said Captain Felipe 1998 Championship. You would be lying if you didnât find him attractive and alluring, but if heâs related to your step-fatherâs family then yeah not worth it. You continue staring at the picture but for some odd reason the room has gotten colder and feels at if you arenât alone, you turn your head come face to face with the very man youâve seen in the photo, but something isnât right. Heâs unnaturally pale and most notably hovering off the ground! âTu n'es pas de la famille ? Je le sens. Mais vous avez l'audace d'ĂȘtre aussi impoli mĂȘme quand vous voulez ĂȘtre poli.â You have no idea what he just said but you try to run past and flee but he grabs onto you and throws you onto the be, you whipper in fear âG-get away, I donât even know what you are saying j-just leave.. leave me alone please!â Your pleads fall on deaf ears as he bolts over to you and lifts you up, and the shoves his large hand into your mouth! He begins to shove more of his arm down your throat, then his shoulders, and finally his large ass and thighs, they forced your mouth to open wide as he pushed hard to get them down your throat, and with a loud SHLORRRRRRP-GULP he was gone.
You awoke on the bed, mind fogged and feeling groggy. You got up and thatâs when you noticed that youâre wearing that horrible outfit, you go to take it off but your body refuses to cooperate. Just as you were about to question that, you noticed an odd feeling as if someone else was beneath or over your skin, you can feel odd movements and shifts, which felt as though someone was still trying to figure out how to put on a tight sweater. The cramped feeling builds up in your gut a low gurgle than âFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT~ Ahhhh Ton ventre est si serrĂ© et si petit. Je vais devoir m'y mettre.â The foreign words came out your mouth unwillingly and in a deeper tone than your usual manner of speak. You are able to feel your body stretch and flex its non existent muscles, and feel up your body with your own hands but this felt off and alien, as if they didnât know itâs own body and form. âYouâ walk over to a mirror and stare at yourself, your reflection frowns and looks unimpressed with what he sees, then took a step back. You can feel that rumbling sensation again but this time it was your whole body. Horrified you see your own torso elongate and grow in length, followed by your arms and legs, soon they begin to build up with pounds of muscle. Your shoulders widen giving you an intimidating look and your biceps grow as if youâve been going to the gym your whole life, your pecs ballooned and sprouted a coat of blond chest hair. You can feel abs begging to form as the feeling travels down to your groin, you feel a growth and heavier weight being added there âGasp sigh-sighâ-you moan as it keeps going down, your ass expands and widens followed by your thighs and calves which were all covered in hair. The feeling begins to travel up your throat and build up there âUuurp-Buurrp-Uurpâ than âBOOOOOOOUUUUURRRRRPPâ as it jolts into your head.
As soon as that happened your face begins to distort and morph into something that resembles your step-dad. Your jaw widened and burst with masculine energy, your cheeks, nose, lips and lips and even brows take a more masculine along with facial hair as your hair turns into a mullet. The new you walks over to the mirror and examines the new look/you, a twisted satisfied grin forms as he stares directly into your eyes.
Summer has gone by and youâve spent it trapped in your own body. From sun up to sun down you worked outside doing the job of the farmhand. Plowing, weeding, hoeing or picking fruit and worst of all you could feel it all. The soreness of your muscle, tired and the filth, every day you were ether grimy, sweaty or both and he took pleasure is your misery, taking deep breaths of your sweat soaked pits, going a day or two without showering and having fart/burp offs with his old pal Anthony. One hot afternoon while he was fixing the trunk you feel a rumble in your shared gut and he groans âOhhhh-UUuuurrrrppp-PPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRTTTTâ He smirks patting his stomach.
Itâs been two months since you dropped your step-son at your brothers and now itâs finally time to pick him up. You felt guilty and worried that you left him there for you knew this wasnât his style. -But leaving oneâs comfort zone is good for you, yeah? Or maybe heâll just hate me even more? I shouldâve just done family counseling- These thoughts been creeping in your mind all summer and on the car ride here, but that doesnât matter your here now and youâll be as supportive as ever. You pull up to the driveway and get out of your truck, you walk up to what you thought was your brother till he turns around. âC'est bon de te voir pĂšre, what you donât recognize your own son?â You stumble on your words âB-boy what happed to you?â âPa I just helped uncle around the farm and ate what a man should eat, he even thought me French.â You were about to keep asking questions when you felt a hand on your shoulder âCome on big bro you know as well as I do that hard work and eating right helps build muscle. Now why donât I go get his things and heâll tell you all about his experience at the farmâŠâ your brother walks off leaving you with Joseph whoâs learning against a trunk staring at you, but hey now you, your son and him can play football together, and besides he may be physical different but Iâm sure heâs still the same inside. -I hope he like the tickets to that musical show I got him? Iâm sure they will be a great surprise on the ride back home.-
First im gonna thank my awesome friend @butch-de-101 for letting me read in advance and actually asking me to post this story for him, he is the responsible of this hot story, and i hope he continues to bring us more content like this in the future :).
This month i decided to bring you guys a special collaboration of TWO STORIES i made with him, this one being one of them, so, if you wanna know what next one is about, you better wait for it ;) until then!
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