As you work on the farm you eventually gain enough trust to work outside of the witch's sight when you are
repairing a fence on the back end of the farm.
As you work a car pulls up next to you and begins to ask directions. You see your chance.
Well sir if you don't mind taking me into town I will show you right were to go. I have to get to the hardware
store anyway and I would be happy to show you.
He seems a bit reluctant but you have that honest clean cut farm boy look and he agrees.
As you head to town you think I am free. That witch wont have control of me ever again. I may not be a lawyer
any more but at least she cant control me.
You begin to head to the bus stop but you realize you don't have any money so you head to a truck stop and
find a trucker willing to let you ride along. It didn't really matter where you were going but you needed to
get out.
As the two of you head out the trucker begins to talk. There is quite a story there but that wasn't what you
were focused on. What made you jump was when the trucker put his big meaty paw on your leg and began rubbing
up and down your leg.
Several hours later the trucker Ben stops at a rest stop and heads in to pee as do you.
When you get back in the passenger seat the trucker motions you to get into the back part of the truck.
Naw I am fine. The trucker then got more demanding and grabbed you by the arm and forced you into the back.
Now you are a strong farm boy but this guy was a gorilla and he tossed you back there like you were a rag
doll.
Nobody rides for free. He says. Not giving you a chance to take off your overalls and the wife beater. They
are soon torn from your body and your shorts ripped to shreds. He climbs on you. With a quick thrust he shoves
that 10 inch beer can thick log up your ass.
A scream escapes your throat that you are sure that the witch could have heard. And was that a cackle you hear
in your head as your ass gets use to the invasion.
Exhausted from your encounter you lay face down in the cabin while Ben drives off down the road.
The next stop is a little greasy spoon diner. As you pull up you see a crowd of men standing near where you
are heading. Figuring that this is a popular truck stop you pay no attention to the crowd. Ben leans out the
window as you start to get dressed but Ben tells you to stay where you are.
As the first guy heads in to use your well stretched ass the trucker says to you. You earn a meal for every
man you service. Come on in when you are done.
Exhausted from the onslaught you find that even though you are straight you are beginning to enjoy being used
sexually. It seems to be more satisfying than when you were the man. And finding out that Ben wasn't the
largest was a surprise to you but not an unpleasant one.
When you find your way inside. A wet spot on the back end of your overalls where the cum was dripping out of
your ass, since it couldn't close up. Ben is sitting in a corner booth with a table laden with mounds of food.
What's this?
You did 6 men you get six meals.
Gee thanks I am hungry.
You sit down and begin with a little from several of the plates. Having finished with one plate you go back
for another and finish with it. On the third you are getting full and stop in the middle of the plate and push
it away.
I'm good thanks.
I SAID YOU EARNED 6 MEALS AND YOU ARE GOING TO EAT EVERY BITE.
Looking up at Ben you realize just ad you had when he fucked you the first time that he was deadly serious.
You started into the rest of the plate and try to get to the next one.
As you force it down you move on to the fourth and then the fifth.
As you finish the 6th plate you hear a cackle and you look down at your grossly distended belly. Now overalls
are not very tight as they are but your new real estate pushes against the straps starting to show quite the
expanse.
This being the first day you begin to wonder what your trip will be. He promised to take you to New York. Back
home. And that is a long way away.
Day after day you are fucked raw and stuffed full. Your mind grows cloudy the further you travel from the
witch fitting more into that dumb farm boy image that she had cursed you with. The curious thing was that when
you were near the witch your mind was clearer. Now you were growing into a fat cum whore slob and that seemed
to be quite fine by the trucker.
A month out and still not near New York Ben bought you some new overall. The largest made. These were quite
loose on you but Ben said by the time they get to New York they will be very tight.
And he was right. At well over 600 pounds the straps were stretched to the max and the love handles were
hanging out the sides. But I didn't mind I liked being used this way. I couldn't imagine any other life. And
my mind was so fogged from my previous life it wasn't even part of my memory.
Ben sold me to a master in New York who made quite a profit on my ass but I am sure I did well at off setting
that with the meals I devoured.