Chapter 5 - putting on a show

There must have been something in that feed, thought Steve. He couldn't stop thinking about those damned biscuits. He was waking up in the night with cravings, having to walk to the barn to get his fix. Pretty soon he had brought a pack into the kitchen; then he started taking some upstairs with him at night. It was a silent addiction he was choosing to ignore.

Steve had thankfully missed Kate's three month visit whilst he was away at a farm show. It was obvious to everyone who knew him at the show that he was filling out a little; but not one of them dared mention it to him. His biceps bulged out of his shirt, but so did his beefy belly. He loved how powerful his legs were, but he couldn't help getting the sense that people were staring at the expanding width of his butt. It didn't matter anyway, Steve knew he was going to absolutely beast the farmers' challenge on the final day. Every year he competed and every year he came somewhere within the bottom half. Not this year though.

He looked around at everyone scoping out the competition. There were some big men there, powerful looking, but none like him. He had the height, the muscle as well as the weight behind him. Once the whistle was blown, he strutted around the field, throwing hay bales, lifting tractor tyres and using his bulk to masterfully command the cattle. He left that evening with a huge cheque for his efforts, heading back to the farm as fast as he could. He'd already run out of the pig feed he'd packed to take with him.

Steve raced in to the barn and sliced open a fresh pack, greedily stuffing a few in to his mouth. Finally, he brought the pack inside and relaxed in front of the late night TV. He smelt the sweat on his clothes from the competition and stripped off, hearing the chair creak again as he flopped his naked, heavy frame back down. He'd got plenty of girls' numbers after winning the competition that afternoon and he sat in his chair feeling pretty pleased with himself. He considered which one to call tomorrow. Michelle was pretty hot, but so was Lisa. Then there was Danielle. He imagined them now, sitting on the floor below his chair, reaching between his thick thighs to stroke his manhood. Then he pictured one wrapping their mouth around him and working their tongue.

Steve imagined them telling him that they had never been with a man who was so big and strong before. In his head they were sat on his lap, rubbing and stroking his pecs and biceps, rolling their fingers appreciatively over his manly bulk around his middle. He could see it so clearly as he closed his eyes and stroked himself. Then he saw one of the girls pick up the feed biscuits and smile at him. He opened his greedy mouth and imagined it melting on his tongue, whilst the other girl rubbed and patted his manly gut.

His eyes flew open; he grunted and shot right over his shoulder. Damn, that was just what he needed. He breathed a sigh of relief and looked down at himself. His bulky body glistened with sweat just like he had been rubbed in baby oil. Those girls were so hot for him, he thought arrogantly. What did it matter if ate a few more biscuits before bed? A strong, beefy man like him was never going to be short of admirers.

He disgustedly kicked his pants that still lay at his feet. They had been cutting in to him all day and would be thrown out tomorrow. He was too heavy and manly to be constrained by those anymore, he thought contentedly; mindlessly eating the biscuits as if they were on a conveyor belt, before falling asleep, still naked in his chair.