Measure of a Man - Part 2

Ugh, I caught COVID over the holiday break and that really ate into my writing time. But I'm on the mend, so here's some more smut :) Enjoy!

It was becoming more difficult for Reese to work in the field day after day. The heat of the midday sun and his growing bulk meant he was utterly exhausted and covered in sweat at the end of a day’s work. His bulging stomach and chest would be dripping with perspiration that a mere rag couldn’t hope to absorb, and he’d have the unmistakable scent of the bard and stale exertion by the time he waddled into the bar in the evenings.

Reese had taken to drink to dull the growing dread of what he was becoming. At first, his size was commendable by the town: a healthy layer of stamina built up from toil and feast. But it had become something else now. What was once hard strength was now soft, billowing, and useless weight. His stomach pooled on his lap like a sow fit for slaughter, and like a sow, his once strong chest now sagged atop with nipples that reminded him so much of those few trysts with Lane.

She was there in the bar, but the two didn’t so much as cross eyes. She’d moved on to another of the strapping lads with a bulging physique, his manhood unquestionable to even the casual observer. The two would leave later to a familiar dark alley to appease their mutual lust.

Reese was jealous. Not of the man, but curiously, of Lane. It was strange to think he’d have preferred to have his hands all over the rippling musculature and bulging genitals of such a fine specimen. The thought made Reese stare into his drink for a moment before downing the stein and ordering another.

He knew that such drinks were only hastening the softening and enlargement of his body, but he didn’t care. It was better to numb the pain and deal with the consequences later. Hopefully, later wouldn’t come.

But it always did. He’d wake up with a hangover, waddle to the latrine, and piss out yesterday’s imbibement. And each day he’d find it harder and harder to fish out his cock to aim it where it wouldn’t make a mess. If it wasn’t his stomach sagging over his belt it was the pillowing lard of his groin making it difficult to even find his shaft, oh so diminished since months prior.

The hangover at least reduced his emotional capacity to avert tears as he waddled to the fields to begin hauling the day’s harvest. But it wasn’t the salt of his tears that eventually caused his family to confront their burgeoning member, but the salt of his sweat. They’d become concerned that he’d salt the fields if he kept working, and so banished him back to where he’d begun; milking the cows and plucking eggs from the coop.

Reese’s humiliation only got worse after discovering his hefty arms and chubby fingers were no longer able to deftly pluck the eggs from beneath defensive hens, nor were his thick and calloused hands able to gently tug milk from a cow’s udders--the beasts would bellow their discomfort at the indelicate pulls.

Somehow, the toil was almost as exhausting as working in the fields. Merely carrying his bulk the short distance between the barn and the coop was as much a chore as being out in the fields. It wasn’t the afternoon and Reese found himself barely able to take another step.

Reese spent the rest of the afternoon sitting in the shade. At some point, he nodded off, and then it was nightfall. He ate dinner silently as he avoided the baleful glares of his family, then waddled to the bar where he got drunker than he’d ever been. At one point, he hefted his belly to the countertop and propositioned a woman he didn’t know and hardly cared for. She laughed and called him fat and lazy. And in his drunken stupor, Reese laughed with her, slapping his gut as the laughter of the bar grew and grew and grew. It was the first time in months Reese had felt any sort of camaraderie.

The rest of the night was hazier. He remembered asking for more drink, and then more, and more, and finally being unable to stand. Then several large men came and struggled to lift him from the bench he’d been sitting on the entire evening. Reese laughed as they struggled to find a grip as his flesh yielded to their strong hands. He also asked if one would have liked to bed with him that evening.

Three of them grunted in disgust. One simply remained silent. He was the gentlest of the four who eventually hauled him off and dumped him outside. For a moment, he stared longingly at the corpulent flesh that came billowing out from the slacks and overalls which so thoroughly failed to contain Reese’s expansion. He wondered if it might feel like the soft flesh of a woman.

He couldn’t go home without knowing. So he knelt down beside Reese, ostensibly to ensure he wasn’t in danger of choking on his own spit, but in reality, it was to reach beneath the buttons of his shirt to feel his breasts. It was similar to a woman’s, soft and warm but somewhat hairier, and oh so enticing. He couldn’t help but squeeze.

It was enough to wake Reese from his inebriated nap. The two locked eyes before Reese realized the man’s warm hand was wrapped around his bosom. It felt good, and he moaned in what he’d hoped was an encouraging way. It came out more like a heifer in heat, but it communicated what he needed to say.

The man blushed but didn’t stop squeezing Reese’s breast. Instead, another hand wrapped around Reese’s other tit and began to squeeze. Reese moaned again, this time in a slightly higher tenor--more like a woman. He also began unbuttoning his shirt to provide his suitor with easier access to the objects of his desire.

Reese’s breasts and stomach came tumbling out to steam in the cool air of the evening. The man’s breath quickened as he reached out to trace calloused fingers around the many curves and bulges--so very feminine, and yet entirely different. But he couldn’t explore further in the dim light of the bar. They’d need to go someplace more discreet.

He helped Reese to his feet and then stumble to the fields. A few steps further he came crashing to the ground, his jiggling bulk helpfully crushing the stalks that would serve as their love nest. He then tore off his slacks revealing an impressively hard member. Reese saw the glint of excitement forming on the hooded tip in the moonlight, and his mouth watered.

The man ravished Reese as he would a woman, and Reese loved every moment of it. He mewled, he moaned, and he grunted as the man’s turgid organ began pressing into his far smaller penis, the two sharing their excitement to make Reese’s groin a moistened mess. It was already incredible, and yet Reese wanted more.

Without truly knowing what he was doing, Reese reached beneath his bulk to push the man’s rod further down so it slid along the deep cleft of his ass. The man grunted his understanding and reached below to guide himself to Reese’s hole. Reese nodded, wide-eyed with joy. The man pushed and entered.

It was so different for both of them. The pressure he felt as Reese’s walls closed around the head of his cock. The fulfillment as Reese felt his backside stretch to accommodate the cock inside him. The sudden knowledge that deep down, this was the manliness that Reese had always sought--not to satisfy a woman, but to satisfy himself.

And Reese had never been so satisfied. From the deep, meaty slaps as the man pumped his hips into his well-cushioned ass to the animalistic grunts of pleasure, to the sweat that dripped from the farmer’s brow as it fell to mix with the sweat pooling between Reese’s breasts. It was a union blessed by the moon.

It didn’t last very long, but it didn’t need to. Reese could feel his orgasm approach as the man rammed himself home with abandon, a special spot jolting him with pleasure after every thrust. His pathetic cock spewed a deceptively large load to coat his and his partner’s stomach. And then the man came inside him, sealing their union and filling him in a way he never felt possible.

The man collapsed on him while still idly playing with Reese’s breasts. He whispered his name, Sam, and told him to meet him in the same place tomorrow after the bar’s light had been extinguished. Then he pulled on his pants and left Reese staring into the moonlight. It had been a beautiful night.