Jake yanks his hand away after a stroke or two, and shoves his big cock back down the front of his jeans, feeling it bulge and strain against the denim of his jeans, but he has to fight it--he’s not going to turn into some back country hick, not if he can help it. But how on earth was he going to get back to his normal self? He tried to think, as hard as he could, but everything was just turning so...slowly. Beside, hadn’t he taken a long enough break by now? Pa was gonna be pissed if he came out here and found he was behind on work--he might be a big old country boy, but Pa figured all his son’s were young enough to go pick a switch from a willow if they didn’t do as they were told.
Jake shook his head, pushing the memories and thoughts of the encroaching persona away, holding onto himself. When had this started exactly? He’d already started changing when they’d gotten back the day before--the last time he’d really felt normal was...before that strange haircut Bud had given him. He could remember how strange that tingle had felt, his talk of “secret sauce” and “new residents”--something in that shaving cream had done this to him--it had to be that! That meant if he could get back there, he might even be able to find an antidote, or at least something to halt the process.
His heart sank a bit at that thought, however. Town was an hour away--and that’s assuming he was driving. Pa kept the car keys with him at all times, after all, and he never let any of his boys drive to town alone. Could he steal them? He could...maybe have trusted his old body to try, but whenever he’d been around Pa today, his head had felt thicker than any other time, he’d been helpless to obey anything he’d told him to do. Could he walk? It was a ways, but his body was in good shape at this point. Still, if working up a sweat throwing around hay had gotten him this horny, he...could imagine that a few hours walking in the afternoon heat would turn him on something fierce. It also wouldn’t give him much of a chance to get there--as soon as Pa figured out he was gone, that would be his first guess of where, and he’d catch up with him in the truck in no time, no matter how fast he walked or ran.
Still, what choice did he have? If he kept working like this, he’d lose himself for sure. When they’d been driving before, the road had been fairly well travelled--his best bet would be to walk, and hope he might catch a ride into town with someone else along the way. If he got caught? Well, at least he’d tried, right?
It was harder than he’d thought it would be to abandon his work--he felt...awful, not obeying his Pa, but he had to resist it and get away. He just started running, cutting across the field away from the farmhouse towards the road, and when he hit it, he started jogging off in the direction of town. As he’d worried, it wasn’t long before his cock started responding to the workout, growing stiff in the front of his jeans, the smell of sweat rolling off him not helping either. He was desperate to just go off into the woods and blow off a bit of steam, but he couldn’t cum--if he did, he’d probably forget all about running away, and just turn right back around and head for the farm. Still, he was beginning to fear more and more he wasn’t going to make it. Then, however, something unexpected happened.