Home on the Range

Chapter 1

Clint removed his Stetson to wipe the sweat from his brow as overlooked the expansive Lazy G Ranch. The Lazy G belonged to his future fiance's family. Megan,Sterling was the dream girl in a family with a lot of land, power, and money. Clint had ridden out into the plains with his future father-in-law, Ellis. Ellis was a large man both in size and personality. Not much happened in town, without the Sterlings being involved. Their wealth had given then many opportunities to manipulate and impact the community. In the small town, it was rare to find someone who hadn't been helped by the Sterlings or knew of them. Ellis had two daughters, Megan and Sarah, and one son, Kade. Kade was in the same grade as Clint growing up but possessed more athletic ability and better genetics. Kade was finishing up his senior year at UT playing football. Megan was two years older and Sarah was a sophomore at Tech majoring in agricultural technology.

Clint had always been a quiet but hardworking guy. In high school, he was never mister popular or the star quarterback. His height and modest weight and strength but relative lack of athletic skill made him a lineman on the high school six-man football team. Graduating at 6' 5" and 180 pounds, Clint was too small to play college ball and his family's meager ranch struggled financially so college was out of the question.

Sitting on the edge of the cliff overlooking, Ellis, Clint, and along with a few future family members discussed the future. The men had been worn by the West Texas sun and wind but time had affected the men differently. Ellis and the other born Sterlings were muscular and handsome men. Each adorned expensive straw cowboy hats and large buckles from bronc riding and bull riding championships that sparkled in the West Texas sun. The other men, who had married into the Sterling family adorned similar hats but their buckles did not sparkle. Due to the large expanses of belly and flab that covered them. Each men had large beards and thick jowls that showed years of overfeeding in the family compounds. You see, the Sterlings had a peculiar family tradition that had been in the family since the 1800s when the Sterlings first arrived to the plains. Sterling men were expected to be strong men, however, men who married into the family were expected to pork up. The early settlers had determine that the best way to show your wealth and success was to be able to fatten up the men that entered the family. There was no better way to flex your image in the community that to take in men who were skinnier and feed them constantly in excess to show the amount of money and power the family had.

Gus and Tex had met a similar fate. Both men had married Ellis's nieces and weighed a respectable 160lbs and 140lbs at the beginning of their engagements. As if a magic switched had been turned on, when they put the rings on their future wives' hands, their girlfriends had began cooking larger meals. The girls in the family had learned from the best. Meals were slathered in gravy and butter. Soda and high calorie beers became the norm. And an insatiable sex drive and the psychological warfare used to connect being stuffed to the brim and getting sex or blowjobs for a meal well eaten. In order to officially be married, men had to gain their original weight. While Gus was heavier than Tex to begin with, Gus took longer to get married as had to weigh 320lbs to be married. Tex on the other hand was cursed with a fast metabolism but could outeat any NFL lineman on a given day. During Tex's engagement, his metabolism had crashed and he ballooned faster than any of the heifers on the ranch. After years of marriage and continued feedings, Gus had ballooned up to 340 pounds while Tex, who could polish off a 72 oz steak at supper, waddled in at a massive 415 pounds.

Working on the ranch with these large men, had impacted Clint's meal sized. While he had graduated at 180, in the past 3 years, he had gain ten pounds. He knew that he needed to pop the question sooner than later to Megan or he would be the size of the livestock by the time of his wedding. He had met Hank a few times during his time on the ranch. Hank spent most of his time in the main house, which was equipped with an industrial kitchen to feed all the help. His wife who was close to Megan, had feeder tendencies. Hank had always been a large man, weighing 300 pounds when he met Emily. During his engagement, the two had gone on many all inclusive trips and cruises. Hank had eaten free at the Heart Attack Grill on the Strip multiple times. By the time of the wedding, the floors in the old rural churched squeaked and groan as Hank waddled in. The bathroom scale had maxxed out at 660 that morning. Clint was nervous that if he waited longer, Emily would feed ideas into Megan. Megan had already started squeezing the tiny amount of flab during their latest escapades in the bedroom.

Back on the cliff, the engagement was discussed however, Clint knew nothing was official until a ring was put on Megan's finger. Ranch pay was low and Clint knew tie-down roping rodeo season was still months away. Clint was still months away at least to afford a modest engagement ring. His family's lack of wealth from their small ranch also gave him little option to ask for financial help.

Clint's mind was racing as he rode back to their cabin on the ranch. He watched Gus and Tex ride next to him, their bellies, moobs, and thick jowls bouncing. He knew his fate was going to have a similar heft.

Walking up to the cabin, his boots clopping on the hardwood, he smelled a pleasant aroma. The smell of country fried steak with all the fixings. After a long day's ride, he had worked up an appetite. Megan sat at the table with enough food to feed a family of four as Clint set his hat on the hook. Megan gave him a plate full of food and a peck on the cheek. She whisperd, "the after dinner snack will be upstairs." With that, Clint felt flushed and dug into his supper. After the second steak and mashed potatoes, Clint began to slow down even though more food remained on the table. He felt bloated and Megan noticed. She pulled her chair closer, undid his Tie-down championship buckle, and unzip his jeans. She leaned over and began bobbing on his hardening member. With new vigor, Clint began eating again, unknowingly connecting food and arousal. His nickname of 'the bull' in high school was no lie. Megan continued servicing his erect 8 incher as he finished the bowl of potatoes, the remaining steaks, and drank the remains of the grazy. Megan kept him on the edge the entire time, coaxing him to eat more and more.

Clint felt exhausted from the feast but slowly worked his way up to the bedroom where Megan was waiting. The cowboy collapsed onto the bed as the two finished undressing and feeling each other up. Megan's body felt so smooth and her curves accentuated her hips and breast. Like a bronc rider, Megan hopped onto her over stuffed bronc and began riding cowgirl style. Clint bucked as well as he could with a packed stomach. The euphoria and sensations became too much and he erupted. Meanwhile, feeling the stuffed gut of Clint and visualizing his feast and his potential to fatten up into the butterball, Megan was lost in the vision of Clint waddling down the aisle after the wedding and stuffing an entire wedding cake into his gullet. Both lovebirds fell asleep, thinking the future wasn't looking too bad....



(to be continued)