Country boy

Tristin couldn’t help but readjust his crotch as he watched his neighbour lay out onto his hammock. Tristin had only come home for the weekend and he had spent most of it in his childhood bedroom peeping out the curtains at Holden, the big slab of muscle next door. Tristin bit his lip as he watched the beefy, hairy hunk lazily stretch out, showing off his furry abs, thick forest like armpits and boulder like biceps. Tristin could see the sweat glistening across Holden’s body from a long day of working the field and tending to the animals, the big dumb brute had worked his muscles hard and now was relaxing in the sun with a beer. Tristin moved his hand down to his rapidly hardening cock as continued to watch Holden get comfortable, his large, hairy, melon-sized pecs jiggling and bouncing as he swayed in the hammock. It was then that Holden raised his right arm and lent his face close to his pits, the simple jock pulled away in disgust but then chuckled in delight at the stench, he then grabbed his beer and laid back to bask in the sun. Tristin could have cum there and then at the very sight of the smelly, furry beast delighting in his own musk, he could no longer just watch as Tristin found himself running into the bathroom, his jeans and underwear already around his ankles as he locked the door. Slamming his own tight bubble butt onto the toilet, Tristin started to jerk his cock vigorously as a wisp of green smoke appeared over his head and the thought of Holden smelling his pits replayed in his mind.

Tristin moaned in pleasure as he stroked his cock as Holden the dumb country boy posed in his mind. Tristin had become obsessed with furry hunk as soon as he saw him mowing his lawn out front, the big sweaty jock almost made Tristin want to move back to the backwater town he once grew up in. While Tristin had worked tirelessly in school to make sure he had the grades and knowledge to avoid being trapped in the crappy, little rural shithole he used to call home, seeing Holden had made him think differently. Even though he had a good job in the city and never had to worry about money or the homophobia he would have naturally experienced in the conservative cesspool his parents still resided in, there were no guys like Holden where he lived now. None of them had the raw unfiltered masculinity Holden exuded, none of them had the beefy hairy chest, the big, cornfed ass, the rugged face or the scent of a hard days work lingering over them. The city boys were all too proper, preened and polished and even Tristin was a clone of that. Slim, muscular, hairless, intelligent, styled and in fashion but he just like all the rest and that’s what was so intriguing about Holden. While Tristin continued to recall the beefy stud rolling around on the hammock he was wasn’t fantasising about sucking his cock or taking him behind the toolshed to fuck, no Tristin wanted to be like him.

Tristin couldn’t stop himself from imagining himself in a similar way, becoming bulkier and rougher, his chest and back ballooning with muscle from years of working the fields.Tristin pumped his cock harder as he imagined his own skintone deepening as a tan from working in the sun all day covered his body, a large crucifix tattoo spread across his now ample left pec as the culture of his little hometown invaded his mind. Groaning, Tristen imagined his hard abs and thick muscular legs leading down to his leather cowboy boots. Tristin smiled, his mind would be quiet from all the burdens of stressful city life, thoughts of dating and promotions now gone, the only thoughts would be about the beer at the end of the day. Tristin imagined himself sitting out on the porch in the sun, his shirt off and a stetson on, his pits free to air out there musty stench, the stench of a real man.

Tristin was on the verge of cumming as he imagined his perfect country boy self with his best bud Holden. The two fooling around with each other after a long day, two muscular stallions, working together, hanging out together and fucking each other. It was as Tristin imagined pounding the hairy pale arse of his neighbour that he made his wish, just a little nonsense under his breath as he relished in the fantasy.

“I wish I was a country boy” Tristin moaned as he imagined Holden riding on his cock, his hairy pecs and thick eight inch dick bouncing up and down as he moaned Tristin’s name. There combined sweat and musk creating a sensual, nasty stench that would drive them both crazy. It was just as Tristin was about to orgasm that the trickster seized his wish and the wisp of green smoke floating above dived down and absorbed itself into Tristin’s dick leaving him continually on the brink of cumming.

Tristin’s eyes rolled and he let out an effeminate moan as he felt his orgasm reach its peak and his body felt electric as it tensed in pleasure. Now normally this would be where the deed would be done and Tristin would sigh as he looked at the ropes of cum covering his chest and bathroom but that moment never came. Tristin moaned again louder as he still felt on the verge of ejaculating, but again the feeling didn’t die down. Not that Tristin was complaining, it felt incredible to keep jerking his cock, moaning and tensing, edging to oblivion, however if perhaps it didn’t feel so incredible he would have noticed his once hard abs softening and his perky pecs starting to droop. The more Tristin jerked his cock and tensed in pleasure ready to experience climax the more his once toned and muscled body jiggled and wobbled. Fat was slowly building on top of the muscle on his arms and legs, the bicep pose he often did at the gym would look far less impressive now that it was covered in fat and had lost all of its definition. His once sinewy thighs had now exploded with gelatinous mass, losing the thigh gap, pushing them together and leading to chafing wherever he now walked. While Tristin’s arms and legs had just had fat pushed on top of his hard muscle, it was a different story for his chest, abs and ass. The more he vigorously pumped the more obvious Tristin’s weight gain was. His once firm pecs had been turned into squishy balloons that now flopped up and down, his nipples grew twice the size and drooped outwards making them forever visible regardless of shirt Tristin put on. Tristin only felt more comfort as his once perky bubble butt exploded with fat, losing its cute shape it rippled and jiggled outwards tripling in size until Tristin was very clearly a pear shape. The two fatty cheeks quivered as Tristin almost bounced on them as he jerked off, his large arse no longer perky but wide and dimpled with fat. It was only when Tristin’s hard abdominals muscles disintegrated and large deposits of blubber started to push out his once slim waist, that the accountant realised something was terribly wrong.

It had been only a few minutes but Tristin had started to become suspicious of the constant pleasure, it was unnatural, like having a boner for longer than 4 hours. Things started to feel even more unnatural when he found he couldn’t stop himself from msaturbating and things became disturbing when Tristin felt weaker and his body now felt like it was constantly wobbling as he wanked. It was only after a great effort and many moans and groans that Tristin was able to concentrate enough to stop his eyes from closing from the constant threat of orgasm and look at his body. The city jock could have screamed at the sight of his now obvious beer gut and man tits bouncing and wobbling with the strokes of his cock. The problem was he was too wrapped up with the ecstasy of almost cumming that all he could manage was a slightly more distressed moan of pleasure. What was happening? How was this possible? What happened to his abs and pecs? And why did his ass now spill over the sides of the toilet? This had to be impossible, it had to be an orgasmic hallucination or some kind of dream, there was no way he could have lost the body he had worked tirelessly to achieve in a matter of moments. All those late nights of busting his ass at the office, heading to the 24 hour gym, meeting with the personal trainer, eating dry chicken breast, it was all for that body and now it was gone and instead he was some chunky, hairy, fat ass. Wait… hairy!

Tristin desperately tried to crane his neck forward as he saw the large dark black hairs sprout along his chubby arms. He had never been hairy and even when he did have body hair it was a wispy blond layer, not that gross dark rug travelling across his body! Tristin wanted to get up, he needed help, he needed to stop this but besides the hand he was using to jerk his cock the rest of his body felt like jelly, like all of his energy was going towards the orgasm he just couldn’t achieve! Meaning the moaning and groaning city slicker was forced to watch the forest of black hair infect the rest of his body. Tristin whimpered as his armpits became dense rainforests of damp, stinky black hair, his chest grew a thick crop leading all the way down his chubby belly to his crotch where a healthy, hearty pubic bush blossomed until it made his own cock look two inches smaller. Tristin just wanted to scream as he felt the hair spread to the rest of his body that he couldn’t look at even if he tried, his legs became coated all the way down to his feet and toes that now resembled a hobbits, his face grew a chinstrap beard and mutton chops, his back grew a thick even pelt across the entire surface. Even the hair on his head changed to a poorly done haircut obviously done at home by himself, his body was now covered in dark black hair from head to toe.

Then just as Tristin thought it was over, his ass started to itch as a nice dark layer covered both of his chubby cheeks and an extra thick and curly layer sprouted along Tristin’s crack. A layer so thick his ass would never be 100% clean, it would now forever and always reek of sweat, farts and shit no matter how hard he scrubbed. It was as his ass crack filled in that Tristin got the first whiff of his new permanently musty fat butt and he immediately recoiled. For a moment Tristin even found himself slowing down the strokes of his cock as the smell of unwashed ass drifted up to his nostrils, it was disgusting and Tristin could not believe that the stench was coming from him. That was until he started to feel hot and within seconds he felt sweat drip from his forehead and soon from all the other pores on his body. The trickster chuckled as he slowed down Tristin’s masturbation so he could get a good look and a good smell of his new body as buckets of sweat started dripping from his armpits, chest, man tits, crotch and swampy ass. Tristin was slick with sweat and now that he was completely covered in it his body began to reek. Tristin coughed as wave of heavy, humid, foul smelling B.O hit him like a truck, his pits stank of onions, his crotch exuded the miasma of sour milk and his swampy ass had its aroma amplified to the point that Tristin could have just shit his pants. Which was ironic as Tristin found his arsehole opening without his control and unleashing a wet spluttering fart that lasted for ten long seconds. When it was over Tristin was on the verge of tears both from the smell and from what he was slowly becoming, the once muscled and hairless city boy struggled not to gag at the smell his own arse had produced, he was revolting. Yet, he was still jerking his cock even as the raw overpowering smell of the fart stung at his nostrils.

Tristin started to sob, it was torture to feel and smell his new body move and slurp around on the toilet seat as he still played with his cock. The pleasure seemed to be closer to pain now as Tristin was forced to inhale his own rancid odour and feel his fat, swampy ass cheeks grind together. Tristin still hoped that this was some sort of nightmare, that he had passed out watching Holden and he would groggily wake up with a boner and his old body. It was the only thing he could hope for as a plume of green smoke billowed from his cock and rolled down the sides of his dick. Tristin could only watch as his average cock shrank smaller in length and grew wider and fatter as the smoke travelled down his manhood. This was when Tristin started to cry as his cock became lost in his own hand until it was a ridiculously fat two inch cock that would nearly always be hidden by his foul smelling pubic bush. Tristin was now the distraught owner of smelly, unnaturally thick and pitifully small choad, one that would nearly always be erect but never cause a bulge. Thankfully. Tristin didn’t have to look at his stubby cock for long as the green smoke turned to an off white and fabric began to cover his crotch all while he still rubbed his nub of a cock. 

Tristin then felt his orgasm build again and the tears streamed down his face, his fast and short little strokes of his choad were now covered by a pair of dirty, stained briefs. The filthy pair of undies was covered in piss and cum stains and no doubt there was a large brown streak down the back. Tristin now knew where his next load was going to be deposited and as the trickster finally granted the sobbing chubby man with release, Tristin involunterialy let out another explosive fart and shot the thickest, most voluminous load of cum he had ever released into his new briefs, adding two more stains to the ruined pair of underwear.

Tristin found himself crying, moaning and gagging as his crotch became flooded with cum and the air became tainted with his own vile fart. It was after a minute of just rubbing his softening nub and every last drop of cum had been pushed out of his tiny pecker that Tristin realised he had finally been released from his masturbation prison. He had done the deed now, there was no need to wank, he could move freely if he wanted to but Tristin didn’t. He was hoping now he would wake up, that he wasn't covered in folds of fat, that his body wasn’t coated in itchy coarse hair, that he didn’t smell like pair of shit stained bodybuilder briefs and that his cock wasn’t now hidden in a swamp of pubes and cum. However, as Tristin sat there, the pool of semen drying around his crotch and undies, his body occasionally let loose a nauseating fart without his consent, he started to tear up again. This couldn’t be real, this couldn’t be him, could it?

A sharp pain then raced through Tristin’s mind and the vision of the muscled, successful, hard working accountant became muddled as bits of his past started to dissolve and disappear from his mind. First to go was his home in the city as instead of getting home to his modern apartment after work he would barge into his trailer, the wall of his own stench greeting him telling him that he was home. Then went his clothing and style, he wasn’t coming home in his expensive suit and tie, no he had a stained and frayed wife beater and some jeans that were almost thread bare and covered in filth, his shiny black loafers were now boots caked in mud and muck which added to the aroma of the disgusting trailer that surrounded him. Tristin then watched the vision of his new self slumping onto a futon, grabbing a can of beer from the floor, lighting up a cigarette and turning on some football on an old TV, the same thing he would do every day after work. He then watched himself lift his left leg and unleash one of his tell-tale wet farts and chuckle at the deadly fumes that wafted around him.

“NO NO NO NO NO!” Tristin screamed, the exhausted city boy slammed his hands against the sides of head trying to shake the memories and feelings that were invading his mind. This wasn’t him, he wasn’t some slob, lazing about in a trailer enjoying the smell of his own shitty farts! He lived in the city, he went to the gym in his free time and he worked at the local pig farm in his hometown! Wait NOOOOOOOO! Tristin cried as he was thrust into more memories, memories of him barely attending school to help out at the local farms, making a quick buck was way easier than going to school and plus he could buy beer. Leaving education at fourteen Tristin found himself working on the different farms around town until he finally saved enough money. At eighteen he could have afforded to buy a place but he chose to rent out an old trailer owned by a trucker named Randy. Randy had given him a deal since Tristin had caught him sucking off another man behind the store once. Tristin knew how people treated gays in his town so promised to keep Randy’s secret in exchange for the older bear taking his virginity.

Tristin wailed as memories of Randy filled his mind, no longer was it the gym hunk from college that took his virginity but a 38 year old beefy, cigar smoking trucker. Tristin tried to fight the memory of him in his trailer naked on all fours licking the older, bigger, dominant man’s feet.

However, the memory persisted and Tristin continued licking and kissing up to Randy's thick beer can sized cock, sucking on his sweaty balls and licking his dirty puckered asshole before presenting himself to the bigger man. Randy was rough and he fucked Tristin for hours, making the trailer reek of sweat and cum. It ended with Randy unloading deep in Tristin’s ass and then having Tristin clean up his cock and give his asshole a clean, see Randy had a job later that night and planned on being fresh for the other men he would meet at the seedy truck stops along his route. Tristin desperately tried to shake the invading thoughts, memories and desires, he was now closeted and the only person he could be gay with in this crap little town was Randy, not that he cared. Serving Randy was the only reason his tiny cock got hard. When he wasn’t working or slobby out enjoying his own farts he was waiting and lusting for Randy to get back. The older dominant man made him do all kinds of nasty degrading things, he was just a cock sleeve and rim seat for Randy to use and abuse and he loved it.

"AAAAARRRGHHHHHHHH" Tristin bellowed his voice now deep and throaty from the years of smoking cigarettes and inhaling Randy’s cigar smoke. Tristin broke free from his mind and false memories to find himself now longer on the crapper but in a lawn chair outside a dilapidated old trailer, the smell of horse and cow shit ripe in the air. Tristin panicked and looked down at himself, he was still fat, hairy, sweaty and smelt terrible, he still had on the filthy briefs but he now had his dirty tank top. How was this real?! This wasn’t his life? He wasn’t some closeted pervert for a kinky nasty trucker! He wasn’t a dumb ass shit shoveller! He escaped from this terrible town! He wasn’t some dumb, drinking, smoking, sweaty, fat assed, country boy!

That’s when it hit Tristin, he remembered his fantasy, he remembered Holden, he remembered imagining being out in the sun on a chair, glistening with sweat, his musk wafting around him, his mind quiet and empty, drinking a beer after a long day at work on the farm and now that was all true... but he didn’t want it to be. 

Tears started to stream down Tristin’s face as he felt his older self begin to sink to the back of his mind, slowly losing control over his body as the new country boy Tristin took hold. He just wanted to be big, musky and manly like Holden, that's all he wanted not this life. Perhaps if he found Holden or got to his old home he could fix things. Fighting against his own body and mind Tristin forced himself up from the battered lawn chair he was sitting on and with small steps started walking away from the trailer. If he could just get away, get back to his old life, if he could get back to the city and his old job maybe he would all go back. About three feet away from the trailer Tristin was stopped dead in his tracks as a demanding, deep voice boomed from the trailer behind him.

“Tristin! Where da fuck are yew?!” The shout was then followed by an echoing belch. “It's time for ya to get that mouth yours to work, ma cock ain’t gunna suck itself now boy!”

Tristin felt himself grow weaker as memories of Randy coming home late last night jostled around in his mind, they had both been two drunk to fool around but now he was ready to be serviced. Tristin then found his body starting to turn around and head back to the trailer, his tiny choad getting hard at the thought of pleasuring Randy’s thick sweaty cock. The old Tristin screamed internally as he brought his body to a stand still, stuck between the trailer and the way back home. He couldn’t let this become his life, he didn't really want to be a country boy, he didn't really want to be this dumb, fat sweaty slob, he didn't want to feel Randy’s long thick cock pounding deep inside his arse as his face was pushed into a pair of the trucker’s stained tighty whiteys. Tristin felt himself losing, his old life was more distant than ever and he was holding on by a thread until…

“TRISTIN! Git yer dam ass in ere now boy! Yer daddys got four loads of trucker cum up is ass from last night and I need ya to suck em out pronto!” Randy’s command was then followed by a revolting spluttering fart that rattled the entire trailer.

The shear disgust of the foul request was enough for Tristin to lose his grip on his body and life, the overwhelming need to serve and pleasure his man pushed the old Tristin to the depths of his mind, still able to experience and feel everything but his wails disgust going unheard by everyone except the trickster. The green god giggled as he watched his new country boi run back into the trailer and start to drool as Randy revealed his dirty asshole dribbling with cum.

Tristin's internal cries for help and mercy were soon drowned out by his body sucking and slurping on the filthy truckers' used hole. The trickster grinned menacingly at the slobby, nasty, dumb country boy he had created, perhaps in the future he would get Holden involved as well. Tristin would make a great pig for such a dirty sweaty muscle stud, but for now the trickster was content to let Tristin adjust to his new life in the country where no one would ever hear his hungry licking and rimming as Randy happily felched another load of cum into his mouth.