The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The amber cornfield seemingly spread from left to right, Nora could see a few modest country farm houses sprouting from the thick, greenish yellow sea. They all surrounded the central cell site, which towered over the whole patch of land. The incessant red bips shining from its tip betrayed the utter lack of connection.

One month, an isolated farm, and no outside whatsoever.

Nora couldn’t be more excited. She thought back to those airy sunny days back at her aunt’s farmhouse, when she was allowed to ride the tractor on uncle Joey’s lap. She only wished Ryan shared her enthusiasm. His face was an open book, showing all of his frustration at being exposed to the Missourian sun. Sometimes Nora thought a light brighter than a computer screen would set him on fire.

He was busy talking with Alice; the owner of the farm had sent her an enthusiastic, and almost desperate email, asking for someone to look after his land, until harvest season came. Nora had a degree in horticultural science, and she also knew her way around farmwork. Why not? How bad could she fuck up in a month?

The owner had sent her darling nineteen year old daughter to show them the ropes.

“Now, do not let this fine, juicy corn fool ya, It ain’t ready to hop in the basket yet,” Alice said, in a deep southern accent. Her love for corn oozed from every pore. Her outfit matched the redneck, white girl stereotype: Jean shorts, red flannel shirt over a white tee and messy, dirty blonde hair, proudly covered by a baseball hat with the good old american flag sewed on it. She was very slim, her shoulders weren’t sack lifting material.

“This here’s some fine corn we raisin’ up, ain’t no rushin’ things. Like my Daddy always says, ‘Be patient and reap ’em rewards!’ But I don’t gotta tell you, ma’am! I know we’re leavin’ it all in good hands.”

Nora liked Alice. She had a beautiful, sincere smile, and she was such a polite young girl; Nora had never heard the word ma’am being uttered so many times her whole life. It did feel a bit unnecessary though; they were just six years apart. Also, she didn’t frown when she saw her step out of the car. Nora grew up as a black woman in the deep south, frowns were as polite as rednecks would usually get.

“Oh gosh, look at me! I’m ramblin’ on and ain’t even offered y’all a fresh glass o’ water. Please, come on in now sir, you’re sweatin’ like a sinner in church!” Alice walked her way inside the inviting shadow of the two story house, her hips swayed more than Nora thought they could.

Ryan looked at her sideways, “All she’s missing is a pregnant belly and a cigarette.”

“Ok that was mean, and unnecessary. She’s so sweet!” Nora said. She wrapped her arm around her boyfriend, he was as stiff as a trunk, “Is it really that BAD now?”

“Nora, we’re in the middle of nowhere, my phone is dead. I know you need something to put on your linkedin, but this isn’t exactly how I hoped we’d spend our vacation. The hell do I know about farmwork?”

Nora felt sorry for Ryan. He worked IT, he left the apartment just six times a week, just to hop from one computer to another, and apparently didn’t mind. Maybe it was true that opposites attract. And yet, he had traveled all that way just for her. To make her happy.

Nora drew closer, whispered in his ear, caressed his butt, “A whole month, just the two of us? In a nice, comfy, lonely house… nobody could hear us scream.”

Ryan’s eyes shot open, “Damn, alright. I’m sold. Just don’t make Alien references; that cornfield creeps me out. Let’s get in, I’m drying out here”

The house was almost identical to her aunt’s back in South Carolina. The only thing lacking was a creepy collection of ceramic dolls sitting below the TV stand. Also, there was no television. Alice was busy listing the varied collection of corn based goodies at their disposal, “Corn cereal, corn starch, cornmeal, corn oil, corn syrup... we got us some fresh cobs to boil an’ grill back in the pantry, an’ all kinds o’ veggie goodies. Just make yourself at home an’ fill up them bellies as much as ya want!”

It wasn’t all corn of course. There was a small chicken pen in the back, as well as a modest enclosure with a few cute pigs enjoying the fresh, wet mud. Nora found the oinks and clucks sort of soothing. Alice put her hand to her mouth, “Oh gosh darn it, papa forgot the meats! Don’t y’all worry, sir, I’ll swing by next week an’ bring all the protein a man like yourself needs to start the day!”

“It’s fine, really. Don’t worry about it,” Nora said. She always tried to encourage Ryan to balance his diet, go jogging with her. The man lived off pre-packaged noodles and diet coke. Maybe they could do without the corn syrup though.

“Oh no, ma’am, we insist! Now always ’member, spray our darlin’ cobs with our special fertilizer, three times a day, mind ya, not one less, not one more! An’ keep that grass short! Can’t call it a proper house if the weeds get past your shoelaces! Make yourself at home now, there’s some corn salad in the fridge, momma’s recipe! Now, I oughta go... cell site ain’t gonna fix itself.” And with that, Alice hopped away.

There indeed was a corn salad in the fridge.

And it was the best darn salad Nora had ever had.

Alice watched the new couple make their way to their first night in their new home. She couldn’t hold in the excitement. Every year they got some new folks to look after their precious field, and this time around they promised to be the best darndest, most hard working, sexy couple yet! Nora was such a beauty, a bronze statue with an ample chest and legs that could outrun a coyote. And like Daddy liked to say, “The fitter their legs, the fatter them’ titties!”

And like Momma liked to say, “A thick, willin’ wife makes for a thick horny husband.”

One good look at her new, juicy udders and Ryan would start digging the fields by hand to make sure she stays nice and plump. Alice was disappointed to see them go to sleep without even a good ol’ nighty fuck, or even a good night blowjob. The subliminals were running like a cheetah of course, they made sure to play the sweetest dreams of cocks and slits inside their mellow, tired brains. Already they were moaning in their sleep. The signal wasn’t as strong as usual, but they’d fix it soon enough.

Thank the lord she had the other fine specimens keeping her company.

On camera number two she had Mister Chen unloading a good pound of fine splooge down Missus Chen’s willing ass. Her fat, plump cheeks were being pounded by a nine inch meat knob. A real housewife that woman was, she had started taking care of their home the very next day her family had moved in. And so voracious! Probably the sluttiest one in the bunch. Their son, good boy that he was, was still busy spraying the cobs. His massive cock glistened with sweat under the moonlight.

The same couldn’t be said for their niece Kim, that little rascal. Her uncle should tan her hide once in a while. In a confused, goofy haze, she tried for another escape, always through the cornfield. She’d always end up back at their porch. She at least wished the poor girl would stop scraping her knees so often. Nothing that a good kiss from her loving aunt couldn’t fix of course! Their workers fluid could have cured cancer if properly istered.

On camera number four the Williams couple gleefully masturbated in their sleep, with dumb wide grins on their faces. Such a hateful bunch they were. They hated people for their color, for what they thinked, for what they said, but after a couple of years in their farm, nothing but love remained in their hearts, and almost nothing in their head. They had just enough in them to sow the land and reap the field. Didn’t talk much, but they always had the sweetest smiles.

Mister Gonzales was busy getting a nice, good ol’ lip work by Missus Gonzales. The woman could swallow cock just as much as cob, and liked to lick them balls like Alice liked sucking on jawbreakers. Their daughter was hauled in her room, busy shoving a foot worth of plastic dildo in her newly inflated cunny. She had managed to trace her family all the way from El Salvador, after they had disappeared without message. Daddy was quite impressed, but he couldn’t let her go. Nothing that a quick, high dose of fine and highly concentrated corn syrup couldn’t fix! She had filled up so much, but she was always horny the poor girl. More than usual anyways. The dildo came in as a form of apology from Daddy; Mister Gonzales had only one cock after all.

And finally there were the Dubois. Native Americans, the oldest couple they had in their land. Not the oldest EVER of course. They usually made rotations with the workers from other plantations. Alice’s brother was busy collecting potatoes in Idaho, draining his balls in a hale, healthy wife twice his age.

The Dubois were something special. Mister Dubois was busy impaling her wife missionary style; the woman was pregnant after all, they couldn’t get too wild. It was a precious occurrence when their workers’ seed finally bore fruit.

They had fewer sperms in their ballsack than thoughts in their head, they needed to hump like rabbits for at least a few years to finally churn out a few loaves. Daddy always said “Never grab two buns if ye’ only got one basket.” They couldn’t risk overcrowding. For now at least.

Alice thought the Williams would be next, although the image of a nicely bred Nora set her loins on fire.

She carefully grabbed her favourite dildo, cob shaped of course, and slipped it inside her juicy muff. When would it be her turn? Usually it was around her age where her siblings had finally gotten the first taste of a proper southern meal, and a good dose of mind melting subliminals. Her sister had been properly cornfed, she grew a nice, healthy pair of mammaries as big as their Momma’s. She had been sent to the vineyard in California for vacation, getting properly sauced and adequately dicked down.

She’d wait of course. Her time would come, and she couldn’t wait what her own mind had in store for her.

Like Daddy always said: Be patient, reap them rewards.

Nora was busy frying a bunch of golden corn patties in a thin layer of scorching oil. A few droplets hopped out of the pan, stinging her hands. She didn’t care, she was too busy reminiscing about last night’s dream. A very wet dream.

Nora was walking in the cornfield, butt naked of course. She enjoyed the feeling, there was something about that image that stirred something in her, the feeling of the wide green leaves caressing her skin as she marched on, almost as if the corn was aware of her presence. Sometimes she could feel a loud snap hitting her right on her asscheek, but whenever she looked back all she could see was just more corn. She didn’t mind that much though; It sort of felt good.

At some point the field opened up, and right before her eyes a table appeared. There was so much food laid on it, she half expected a crowd to come on popping out of thin air, but no; It was all for her. Her mouth started watering, actually drooling, a river of saliva ran down her chin and fell over a bowl of boiled cobs. Something primal turned on in her brain, there was a void in her stomach as deep as a chasm. Nora looked up and saw aunty Daisy looking at her, dumbfounded. She had her usual green sundress, with a gown that hugged her ample hips like a glove and a neckline that tried to hold in her cleavage like a beaver dam. She had always been a big woman, but that image of aunty seemed so… fresh.

“Oh my lord! Sweetheart, look at ya—you’s skin an’ bones! When’s the last time ya’ had a proper meal, huh?”

Yes, when was it? Nora was a dictator when it came to her diet. She played volleyball, her legs were pillars of muscles. It wasn’t fair to say she was skinny though: big boobs ran in the family after all. But that corn salad was the best thing she ate in years.

“Well, don’t worry ’bout a thing, sweety, I made ya a nice proper southern breakfast, jus’ for you!”

Just for her. Nora felt like she was in heaven. She didn’t even bother sitting down, she jumped on the table and crawled on it on all fours. She dove her hands in whatever bowl and plate of delicious goodness she could find. No need for spoons, she could just lick her fingers clean. She kept moaning and giggling, happy like a pig in mud. Nora could almost feel all of those calories getting straight to her buttocks. Aunty always cooked the most delicious meals.

“Yeah, that’s right, sweety, fatten up them skinny flanks o’ yours. That’s how a man likes ’em!”

As she kept crawling, Nora felt a couple of calloused hands grip her cheeks. She felt something huge and long spearing her pussy lips. The impact was strong, Nora’s eyes shot open and she found herself beneath her bed cover, in a ball of sweat and with a growling stomach. Ryan was still sleeping.

She rushed down the kitchen and started cooking as many corn fritters as she could. She had already wolfed down seven of the things. The plate kept filling up, she thought she was going to run out of maize. She really wished for Ryan to try one; Nora wasn’t as good as her aunt at cooking but she shared the enthusiasm at filling someone’s belly.

“Well mornin’ Honeypie!” Ryan shouted.

“Mornin’… Honeypie? Where does that come from—oh no, what are you doin’?”

Ryan walked in wearing a blue jeans salopette and a stereotypical straw hat. He didn’t even wear a shirt underneath, “Look what I found in the closet! Honestly, that thing it’s a portal to the rural 60’s, apple pie and all. If I gotta act like a redneck at least I’ll dress the part. What do you think? Do I look like a fine southern farm boy, darlin’?”

Nora rolled her eyes, “I’d say more hillbilly to me.”

“What’s the difference?”

“Rednecks know how to spell. Take that off, it’s not our clothes!”

Ryan slowly walked behind her, grabbed her hips closer, as she kept tending to the fritters. Nora realized she was still in her undies, nothing but a flimsy tee shirt covering her boobs.

“Now, I wouldn’t mind takin’ off this silly dress o’ mine. There’s a few sundresses an’ skirts in that closet if ya want. What do ya think darlin’? Wanna spend this fine, sun blessed mornin’ in bed? A pretty lass like yourself got to be coddled.”

Nora thought about it. She turned to face him and grabbed a hold of his junk, “Well, I don’t rightly know, sir. This fine lass is busy fixin’ up breakfast for her famished hubby sleepin’ upstairs! He’s ’bout to come down any minute now, can’t get caught fondlin’ a stranger’s cob…”

Nora had all but lost her accent. It was weird trying to summon it up again. It felt kind of hot.

Ryan didn’t waste any time unzipping his fly and whipping out his cock. He started stronking it gently. No need to rouse it, he was already rock hard. “Lady, If I were your hubby I wouldn’t dare t’ leave such a fine piece of woman alone with her thoughts. And if you’s afraid of gettin’ caught you do not worry, cause a quick cob fondling ’s all I need.”

Nora frowned at that, “You… uhm. Wait, want me to jerk you off?”

“Hmm? Oh, yeah! Sorry, got carried away. But yes, a handjob would be nice.”

“Well, ’ight then. Let’s fondle that cob.”

And with that, she got her hands to work. She stroked that dick from base to tip, enjoying the rhythmic pulsations of his penis. She even slabbed some corn oil in there, letting her fingers run smoothly on every greasy inch of cock. Nora had to it, she was really getting into it, she licked her lips more times than she should have. From the look of it, Ryan was in heaven, he had such a stupid grin on his face and was huffing and moaning like a cow. Nora bathed in the tranquility of it all; nothing but her, her boyfriend and the sun filtering through the window. At some point his cock tensed between her fingers and a rope of sperm shot right on her thigh. Some of it had landed on her palm.

Ryan fell over her, his chin resting on her neck, his breath a steam engine, “That… was fucking amazing, Honeypie. I love ya darlin’...”

He then casually kissed her cheek, reached for a corn fritter and wolfed it down in one bite, “Holy shit these are delicious.”

Nora appreciated that. In her happy daze, she didn’t even notice licking her fingers clean.

The day hadn’t played out as Nora expected.

After a belly bursting breakfast, she and Ryan got ready for their first day of work. They followed Alice instructions to the letter; They got busy cutting the grass, spraying the fertilizer, and cleaning the tool shed. Nora had expected for a farm of this size to have some proper heavy machinery. It was all going smoothly… until Nora fell right on her ass, her blood deciding to just stop feeding her brain.

“Whoa, hol’ right there partner. You feelin’ well?” Ryan said. He still wouldn’t drop the fake accent.

Nora tried to put some weight on her legs, “Yeah I’m just… God I’m so tired.”

“You? Tired? With those legs of yours?” Ryan helped her sit down on the porch.

“Yeah… weird right? Summer flu maybe?” Nora was struggling to breathe in the air.

Ryan put a soothing hand on her forehead, “Hmm, couldn’t say. I feel fine at least. Why don’t you go inside? Your man got everything under control”

Nora wouldn’t have it. This was supposed to be a test of her abilities, she wouldn’t spend the next four weeks twiddling her thumbs in bed while his boyfriend did all the work. Even though he seemed to get the hang of it. She tried shoveling some filth from the pig pen, only to faint again face first in a pile of shit. She opened her eyes to a scared boyfriend and a curious piglet, sniffing around the intruder in its mud. Ryan almost had to drag her inside. After a cold shower and some rest she thought it best to call it a day.

The sun was three quarters way down and she had spent those quarters staring out the window. Nora was taken aback by Ryan’s enthusiasm. He was working his ass off under the sun with a smile on his face. It was actually nice to watch; She was afraid he’d end up hating her for this trip. The cell tower kept beeping in the distance, a sort of high pitch kept coming from it. If this is how her days were going to be, Nora really hoped they’d fix it soon.

She found the strength to walk out of bed and rummage through the closet. Ryan was right, she could almost smell the apple pies. And they were pretty cute dresses to boot. There were some on the ‘bare skin’ side, for hot humid summer days, there were some tops with a cleavage so deep she wondered where she was supposed to tuck in her breasts, and skirts so short were basically aprons.

One dress had caught her eye though; a green linen, with floral patterns and frilled cap sleeves. If she didn’t know any better Nora would have sworn aunty Daisy had left it there. She knew she shouldn’t have… but why the hell not? She slipped out her sweaty tight shorts and top and slipped inside the comfy, airy dress. It fit perfectly, her breasts freely swished around the ample bodice, and her skirt kept caressing her bare, naked legs.

Nora could understand why aunty wore this the whole time. It turned summer into spring. And why stop there? She sat in front of the mirror and touched up her face, not too much; She was a country girl, not a city skank.

She had enough of sitting around in bed, there was something she could do; Ryan would be starving after a full day of work. Nora sped to the kitchen and made sure to cook him a well deserved, delicious dinner. She even tried replicating Alice mum’s corn salad. It was a sorry attempt, but it was nothing a chunky slab of mayonnaise couldn’t fix. This was also an important part of the farmlife right? Someone brought the bread to the table and someone made sure to cut it up. She still recalled those breezy dinners at the farm, aunty Daisy kept summoning dish after dish of deep fried goodness. Every summer Nora would put up a few pounds, and struggled to sweat it all off. Ryan would have loved her cooking, and Daisy would have loved Ryan; his stomach was a bottomless bit, she wondered where it all went.

It was dark outside, which meant Ryan would waltz inside anytime now. Nora made sure everything was all nice and tidy; As aunty used to say, ‘A good meal’s as pleasin’ to the stomach as it is to your eyes.’

Speaking of the devil, Nora heard the door open and his boyfriend heavy steps closing in behind her.

“Surprise! I thought I would… uhm,” Nora’s words died in her mouth. Ryan’s hands crept up from behind her shoulders, they carefully slid down her bosom and firmly grabbed at a fistful of titflesh. He played around with them, enjoyed squeezing, shaking and slapping her sweater puppies. One of the wild girls popped free of the thin encasing and got a nice taste of the fresh country air. Her nipples were diamond hard.

Ryan drew her closer to his crotch, letting her feel how hard his shaft was. It comfortably nestled in between her buttock, as if it belonged there.

“I had in mind t’ have a lil’ snack before supper,” He said, and flipped over her skirt. Only after he plunged his dick deep between her folds did Nora she had no underwear. She was so wet, her pussy was a slip’n slide.

“Oh… Oh God! Ryan, let’s have dinner first!”

“Hunny, I ain’t goin’ to on some fine cake when you dangle it right in fron’ of my eyes,” Ryan whispered, in that stupid accent, as he kept stroking faster and faster. He pushed so hard and went so deep Nora had to get on her tip toes to make sure he didn’t push her on the table. At some point he got a hold on her arms and locked them behind her back. He was using her like some pussy handle. Is this how the month was going to be? She could play the role of the good ol’ country wifey, making sure his hubby’s belly was full and his balls were properly dry. The thought sent a bolt that started from her clit and went straight to her feet.

“Oh Fuck! Oh Lord! Oh Jesus! RYAAAAAAAAN!!” Nora came so hard and loud the pigs and chickens outside roused from their sleep. There was squirt on the corn salad.

They did eat dinner of course. They slurped all of it down like it was their first meal in months. Nora was still in an orgasmic stupor, a grin on her face that refused to fade away. She didn’t seem to mind Ryan had come inside her. She didn’t seem to mind Ryan had fucked her like a tavern wench, only to sit back down, cock still out, and stuffing his face full of grub. She of course didn’t mind her boobs hanging free in the sweet country air.

There was only the unconscious, fulfilling knowledge that she had just experienced the best fuck in her life, and she didn’t even have to move her hips.

Only after Ryan had finished the meal and walked his way to bed did she allow herself to follow him.

And only after he began snoring, she allowed herself to sleep.

As Nora’s lips wrapped themselves around Ryan’s morning wood, she realized how big of a step in their relationship this was. Before that, blowjobs were a special occurrence, a reward she could hand out. In three years of relationship, Nora could count on her fingers the amount of time she had put his penis in her mouth. She’d do it lying on the bed, never on her knees. For as much as she loved sex, the idea of shoving her face between someone’s legs and looking them up in the eyes always seemed demeaning.

Not that morning though.

She slid out of bed, still in her damp sundress, ready to start her day, maybe make some breakfast, and then she saw it; It hung at the side of the bed, thick and hard, with a drip of moisture already running from its tip. Ryan’s cock thrust right from his hips, so red and swollen it threatened to explode. Without thinking about it, Nora’s knees hit the cold hard wooden floor and she felt a hot phallus slide over her tongue. She was now telling him that fellatio had become a much less restricted territory, that from now on he could expect to wake up with a moisturized dick more often. That she was actually liking it didn’ t make things any better.

After last night’s fuck he sort of deserved it. It played on loop in her mind. Before then, her relationship was as good as any other, the word marriage crossing her mind a few times, but when she tried to place Ryan in her future all she got was a blur of uncertainty. But somehow that had all been dispelled. Ryan had fucked the doubt out of her, he would now be a constant in her life.

Sex had always been… alright with him. But whatever Ryan had unleashed last night, it had sent her over the edge, almost as if she had been marked. There was a girl before and after Ryan shot a creamy white load inside her. She needed to experience it again, possibly right after he woke up.

Nora felt a hand sneaking up behind her neck. She couldn’t tell if Ryan had actually woken up or if it was a pavlovian reaction, but she recognized it as the telltale sign he was about to bust. She popped his penis free and let him unload over her breasts. Mouthpies was where she drew the line. The pearly drops ran down her chest, swallowed by the cleft of her ample cleavage.

“Well howdy partner,” Ryan said in a groggy voice. He still kept his hand on her neck, “s’ that mornin’ dew on my willie, or did some fine lady put her tongue t’ work?”

“Well hunny, how can a fine, silly lady like me ignore a nice hard cock swinging right in fron’ of her eyes! Wouldn’t be polite t’ let it go unsucked, no sir!” Nora was starting to really get into all this accent charade. It was nice foreplay, although she did sound a lot like her aunt. That was supposed to be a turn off though, wasn’t it?

Ryan pulled closer, stamped a kiss on her lips, whispered to her ear, “Ya know what’s the best thing you could do after drainin’ my balls?”

Nora chuckled at that, “No?”

“Fillin’ my belly!”

Nora was taken aback. She was expecting some cheesy one liner, a prelude to another mindblowing hump. Instead He was sending the woman to the fucking kitchen, “Are you serious now?”

Ryan froze, “No I mean- I’m just… I could go for breakfast, that’s all. I’m sorry, It sounded hotter in my head.”

The doorbell sang once, then twice. Ryan made to get out of bed, then ed he was naked waist down.

Nora got back up from her knees, “Don’t worry, I’ll get it. It’s wifey’s duty to answer the door right?”

She walked out the room and let him fumble with his words. She had to fix limits; It was her choice to dress all fresh and sexy, her choice to cook him breakfast, and most importantly, HER choice to suck his scrotum dry. No matter how enjoyable it felt. Nora ran down the stairs and saw a big shadow looming on the other side of the see-through door.

She actually hesitated to turn the knob. When she eventually did, there was a giant reaching for her hand, shaking it with vigorous enthusiasm, with a charming smile on his face and a cooler bag as big as his chest over his shoulder. And it was a BIG chest. His sweaty flannel shirt stuck half unbuttoned to a burly tanned pectorals, and it was safely tucked inside a pair of tight black pants. He had a curly salt and pepper mustache, it completely hid his upper lip.

“Oh, good mornin’ fine lady!” The lumberjack boomed, “Ya must be Nora, bless your heart!”

He released her hand and invited himself in. Her fingers hurt a bit. He smelled of sweat, grass and moonshine. She inhaled nice and deep.

“When my daughter tol’ me I forgot t’ provide y’all with the finest meat in Missouri, I couldn’t wait one more day, I had t’ come here in a jiffy!” He unzipped the bag and started stacking package after package of bloody red ribs, fillets and burgers. Even some chicken.

Nora stared at the dirty plates still lying on the table and felt a weird sense of guilt building up in her guts. A house ought to be clean, it wasn’t polite towards guests. She should have offered him some fresh milk or something, cooked him breakfast, or at least taken him upstairs. Wait what?

Nora shook her head, “You must be Alice’s father?”

The giant never stopped smiling, “I’m that little rascal’s daddy, alright! Can ya believe she waited ’til this mornin’ t’ warn me? But don’tcha worry, if ya ever want some proper protein in this household, jus’ give me a call and I’ll come runnin’!”

He then slammed a five pound stack of bacon on the table, and even a few eggs. Nora could feel the spit building up in her mouth, the growing growl of her stomach. She knew what she’d make for breakfast… a breakfast she hadn’t even bothered to offer to a guest. The shame came in a prickly flush, she felt like crawling out of her skin. Or at the very least, slap her face.

“Would—would ya like t’ stay fo’ breakfast, mister—SIR!?” Nora blurted out. Already she was rushing to the kitchen side, pan in hand. The guest looked at her, with a satisfied smile and gleeful eyes.

“Oh, I would love t’! But gosh darn, duty calls me elsewhere, but I’ll keep yo’ kind offer in mind!”

Nora felt her heart sink. Someone was gonna walk out of her home with an empty stomach. She went to shake his hand, and he decided to give her a hug instead. It was a big one, he had lifted her in the air. She could feel her soft breasts pressing against his ironslab chest, her cheek was being smushed against a coarse mat of sweaty, musky hair. Nora felt a twang between her legs, and did her best to think about Ryan. It was hard to tell how much it lasted, but after a while her feet hit the ground again, and Alice’s father made for the door.

“Have yourself a jolly good day ma’am! Name’s Johnny by the way!” and out he went.

Nora had a short moment of clarity, in which she realized Ryan’s load was still drooling down her tits. After it was gone, she went on to scrub the kitchen until it was nice and shiny, each plate a mirror. And right after that, up she ran to take care of the firestorm in her cunt. She didn’t even make it to the top of the stairs that her dress had already slid down her waist. Her boobs swung around with an unfamiliar weight. She heard the shower going off in the bathroom, and sure enough Ryan was busy letting the hot, steamy water wash over his skin.

The shiny glistening underlined a muscle tone she didn’t him having. The wonders of the countryside air, she thought. His soapy, hard and wet dick bobbed and drooled up and down, like a spring toy.

“Oh hey there honeypie, listen’ here, don’t this look a bit longer—” Ryan’ lips locked in with Nora’s, their tongues wrapping like a bunch of snakes fucking. Nora threw her legs around his waist, as he pushed himself between her thighs, her ass kept slamming against the cold hard wall.

Nora didn’t make a big deal of the slight new girth pounding against her folds. Ryan latched in on her right nipple, and when he let go, a slightly heavier teat popped out of his mouth. For some reason she thought about corn, and her hips started rocking.

She did make him breakfast after of course. It was the best thing she could do after all.

“So ya really don’t see anythin’ weird?” Nora was fidgeting with her spoon, letting it simmer in a lukewarm cup of delicious tea. Of course she had doused it with sugar, it refused to fully melt, so it just sat at the bottom of the teacup like sand in a fishbowl.

“Ma’am, pardon my manners, but if there’s anythin’ weird in this here household, it’s that droopy face o’ yours,” Alice said. She always brought them the most delicious treats. The time before it was the sweetest lemon candies Nora had ever tasted, and the one before that it was a whopping plate of chocolate chip cookies. This time around, it was just tea. She didn’t recognize the blend, and the way the scent hit her brain reminded her of weed. A memory of her smoking a t with her friends in her Aunt’s barn came to mind. The high had hit so hard she ended up lying in her undies on a haystack with a cow licking her hair. She knew that because her friends took pictures. Aunty Daisy had made a big deal out of it; “Young lady, you oughta season that brain o’ yours, not scramble it!”

She always liked that metaphor, she had written it on every notebook back when she was still on campus.

“So ya mean t’ tell me ya don’t see nothin’ wrong with these mammaries right here!?” Nora made sure to heft them up, giving Alice a prime view of her shiny new cleavage. She had tried to ignore it for the past few weeks. Her breasts had always been sized, and she had been eating… adequately those days. Just that morning Nora had made the biggest plate of cinnamon waffles she had ever seen, she and Ryan had inhaled the stack in less than five minutes. But while at first her boobs had ample space to swish around, now they strained against the sundress bust, two mounds of flesh ready to bust.

Alice laughed, “Oh alright! I do see a lil’ difference, but that’s jus’ natural, ma’am! Country winds an’ country cookin’ sure do work wonders on a woman’s bits!”

“Well, my bits are a mite too wondrous, I reckon!” Nora couldn’t stop touching her boobs. It’s as if every cell of her body had ultimately decided that all of her fat had to be redirected from her stomach straight to her tits. Now that she thought about it, her thighs were spilling over the chair seat a tidy bit too much that she recalled.

“Beggin’ yo’ pardon, but it’s like fussin’ over rain in a dry weather! Lord above knows I wouldn’t mind a touch o’ wondrousness myself, if you take my meanin’,” Alice put her hands on her pancake flat chest, two little stubs protruding from her shirt.

Nora felt some guilt build. Growing up, she always was the chestier girl of the group, the one who attracted boyish stares as her friends walked by her as if they were invisible.

“Oh… I mean don’t worry ’bout it! You’re still young, an’ growth spurts can come ’round anytime, I mean just look at me. And you are stunnin’, Alice! You’s the prettiest girl in this whole house!”

Alice took that at heart, she had the most beautiful smile… what was this blend? Maybe licorice? Nora took a few more swigs out of her cup. She made sure to lick the edge clean.

“Oh, Miss Nora, you’s too kind! But I’m sure if I were to ask that man outside, I already know which one he’d pick,” Alice leaned forward, winking.

They both giggled. This was nice, Nora thought. Alice was the only woman Nora got to chat with these past few weeks. With connection still down her phone was as useful as a brick, so she cherished her visits as much as she could. And she was right about Ryan; he never missed a chance to paw at her newlyfound curves. Not that she was any better, her hands would crawl over his ass more often than not. Ryan had devoted his days to farm work, as she spent her days in the house. The most work she had done was feeding the pigs, as she stared at her boyfriend sweat and huff in the hot sun, cleaning the grass, sharpening tools, spraying corn. He was slowly turning into a sexy farmer version of himself, the sight of his broad shoulders sent her shivering down her knees. She once blew him right outside, as the pigs stared and oinked right beside her.

There was a thought that occurred to her, which she shrugged off as simple horniness; Ryan’s cock WAS bigger wasn’t it? It took slightly longer than usual to reach the base of his penis, and his testicles hung way lower than her chin. But it couldn’t be, that’s not how dicks worked. She just saw her Ryan in a different light, he was the man of the house, the breadwinner, the one with the pants and all that. Every load he spurt on her tongue enforced that view deep within her mind.

She wondered how all that would translate back in the city. Would he still be at the top of the hierarchy? Would sex feel as good ever again? The month was coming to an end, and whatever wild dream she got to experience in that little patch of land, outside from everything, it was time to snap out of it.

Nora swilled down another cup of tea. When had she gotten another one? Never mind, it was nice, sweet and warm, It radiated from her belly straight up her head… and down other bits. She shifted in her seat, trying so hard not to touch herself. There was weight up her eyelids, it would have been nice to go to sleep… that or a nice fuck would have settled it.

Alice never stopped smiling, “Y’know, you an’ yo’ husband have been so helpful ’round the farm, me an’ my daddy have been thinkin’… why don’t y’all stay on for harvest season?”

Right, harvest season. The words resonated in her mind like an atomic bomb. Her eyes shot open, her pupils two black voids that swallowed the surrounding green. How many months were there in a season? The dream could keep going, more sun, more Ryan… more corn. So much more corn to fill her table, fill her belly, fill her man. And her man would fill her in return, anytime and anywhere. In her belly, in her pussy, on their bed or right outside, in the soft cold mud. There was drool in her tea now.

Nora jumped up from her chair, lounging over Alice. She held her hands and they spun around in the living room. One tit had flopped out but it was fine among women.

“Harvest season! Harvest season! HARVEST SEASON!” Nora shouted and laughed, full of joy. So much Joy.

Alice let go of her hands, “Well ma’am, I’ll take that as a big ol’ yes! I’m so glad—don’t tell nobody now—but you an’ your hubby are my absolute favorites! I’ll go tell yo’ husband, alright?”

Nora didn’t wait for her to get out the door that she was already standing in front of the kitchen stand, mixing some batter. He’d make Ryan fritters again, like that first morning, to celebrate. Her boob was still hanging out, it refused to fit back in, so she just let it breathe a little. Nora heard Ryan stomp back into the house, huffing like crazy. She didn’t bother to look back, she knew what was coming. ‘What the fuck is happening,’ Nora got to think, one last time, as she felt his hands pull down her dress, letting her bare naked body bask in the sunlight. Had she forgotten to wear panties again? Never mind, it felt better that way. Ryan didn’t wait to shove himself inside her, his hips smashing right on her buttcheeks. Their moans ringed throughout the house.

“Harvest season!” Ryan shouted, as he pounded away.

Nora never stopped mixing.

Mister Williams laid on the bed ass up, giving Alice full access and view of his bull sized privates. His cock was barely at full mast, and it still poked straight through the sheets. His balls hung heavy and low, between his marble thighs, they gave the occasional spasm whenever Alice caressed them, a slight surge of sperm quickly following. Then again, she was injecting a full dose of whatever Daddy gave her straight into his sack, the fine needle piercing the peduncle like fine butter.

Mister Williams barely felt it… Alice hoped. He was giving up some deep grunts after all. But that was alright, Alice gave him a nice smooch after each shot. She had just ministered the last one, which meant it was time to give him his reward, good boy that he was.

She spat on her hands and wrapped her slender fingers around Mister William’s pipe sized dick. She pumped and jerked from base to tip, making sure the long length was all nice and moist. Already Mr. Williams was groaning like an animal, humping his hips, pearly white ropes drizzling throughout the damp, sky blue sheets. Alice did her best to not wrap her lips around his monster sized cock. One sip of semen and she’d end up on all fours on the floor, twerking her mind away. As appealing as it was, Daddy said it wasn’t about time yet.

“Oh Mr. Williams, If It were me, I would ride ya till the sun was up and yo’ balls were blue, but It ain’t proper to disobey the rules! Reminds me of my older cousin, thought he could sneak ’round, fuckin’ all those lucious heifers back in the dairy down South Carolina, didn’t know those fine pussies were as contagious as flu! Found ’imself grazing grass in a matter o’ weeks. I’m quite sure he don’t mind now! He’s got a full belly and his cock knows no rest! I think you and yo’ wife’ll get to meet ’im next season, wouldn’t ya like’t Missus Williams?”

Missus Williams gave out a loud giggle, sitting in front of the beauty mirror. She was trying to put on some lipstick, cherry flavor. A shiny violet trail ran from the crease of her lip to the top of her cheek. She was trying to lick it off. Her red hair was a shiny, uncombed mass, spilling from her head and falling on her shoulder. She’d have to give her a bath before leaving, if anything for looks; they all smelled amazing, enough to make her head spin. Of course her body was fuller than a grain bin. Her huge tits hung heavy, soft and low, occasional spurts of creamy white milk spilling from her ample, elongated nipples. Her ass and thighs barely balanced on the stool, the flesh had been reshapen to absorb the impact of a good dicking.

Something had gone wrong with the Williams—or according to Alice, incredibly right: already Daddy had decided they would move to the dairy farm in South Carolina by the end of the year, whatever had happened had to be replicated on every other manbull and cowslut in the states. Alice could picture them, walking in the fields, not a worry in the world, sucking and fucking their mind away. One moment she’d be grazing the fields, the other she’d be pinned down, a foot worth of bull cock pumping in and out, in and out, in and—

“What in tarnation ya think you’s doin’ young lady!?” Her Momma’s voice shouted from her back. Naked and imposing, her full ample curves took up the whole doorframe.

Alice snapped back to reality, and saw Mr.Williams cock pointed just a few inches away from her gaping lips. A few more seconds and she’d end up eating grass for dinner.

Alice sucked in her spit, “Oh gosh, sorry Momma! All these pheromones kinda make my mind fly!”

“Hmm, the pheromones yeah? And were ya butt naked before o’ after ya started milking poor Mr.Williams over ’there?”

“...I dunno,” Alice said.

Momma walzed inside, grabbing Mr.Williams dick away. Two quick strokes and she made him unleash all of his batter on the bedsheets. Missus Williams didn’t wait for permission to dive in; It WAS rightfully hers after all.

“Daddy did tell me to prickle Mr.Williams family jewels with that concoction o’ his. T’was only fair I gave ’im a reward,” Alice pouted.

Momma’s instincts kicked in, and started picking junk around the room, trying to untangle a mess the Williams would only end up entangling back. “Ya know the rules,” she said, “Gotta wait till yo’ birthday, then ya can have all the cum, corn and cock yo’ pretty little mouth craves for!”

“Should’ve seen Missus Nora last week,” Alice said, “Most beautiful teats I’ve ever seen aroun’. Biggers than yours even! An’ they keep growin’. Meanwhile, I gotta settle with these chicken cutlets here.”

Momma’s face softened. Their hair was the same yellow color, only Momma’s was a fine, glossy cascade pivoting down the small of her back. She put a hand on her daughter’s face, “And you’s the prettiest lass I’ve seen aroun’. Just a few more months, we’re gonna get ya a proper birthday feast… in the meantime, we finally got the tower fixed!”

“Hold on… do I get t’?”

Momma held her hands and walked her to the window. The Williams were savagely fucking beside her, the loud creaks of the bed barely covering the grunts and moans.

In the far distance, the tower light shone bright like a star in the sky.

“What am I gonna see?” Alice asked, her eyes already glued to the horizon.

“Whateva’ yo’ hearts want sweetpie. Always what we fuckin’ want…” Momma trailed off, drool snaking its way down her lips.

Alice was already gone, far from her mother, from the room, from the farm. She was running barefoot now, somewhere green and blue and open. Running where? It didn’t matter, she could feel the fresh wind caress her skin, her pussy wet and moist against the open air, the taste of freshly green grass on her tongue. Her heavy udders swung with abandon, tit milk falling on the ground, to feed the pasture. Her buttocks clapped with each wide step she took, begging to be humped.

Alice was surrounded now, no more running, standing still and exposed. All around there were silly dumb cows and drool worthy bulls. They were all fucking, engaging in whatever depravity they were allowed to come up with. Every cock was busy humping, plowing and cumming in whatever hole was available.

Alice wondered if there was one for her, still dry and unstroked? She crawled on all fours and sure enough there it was, large, long, almost unending, it welcomed itself in her folds as if it belonged there.

Meanwhile, the real Alice was coming all over the window’s wooden frame.

She wouldn’t stop mooing.

‘Ya gon’ tell ’im,’ Nora thought, ’soon as he waltzes on in here. Ya gon’ tell ’im it’s ’bout time t’ pack things up an’ run. An’ if he says no, you gon’ kick ’im in those shiny big balls o’ his an’ light out on yo’ own. Do NOT suck ’im off, maybe some old fashioned cocktease, but don’t ya wrap those penis pumpers aroun’ that shaft.’

Not even her thoughts had been spared by the accent. No matter how much she tried, she couldn’t talk normal anymore. The words would just come out in a drawl, warm and cordial, always ready to offer a nice meal or a good fuck. She had sexed herself up for the occasion. Her lips glowed a deep cherry red, her eyelashes were glossy and immobile, like black surgical needles. Her hair was fashioned in a cute couple of braids, tied on with some yellow bows she found in a dusty drawer. Ryan loved them, he called them “blowjob handles,” which made Nora think maybe it wasn’t a good idea for what she was about to ask. But they were just too darn cute.

She wished she could wear her usual dress, but it burst open a few weeks back. Her tits had grown tired of the restraints and tore their cage open. Even her butt was guilty of the same rebellion. She tried some of the other dresses, even her old pants: It was like trying to fit a pouf in a shoe box. The only things she found were a bright pink tube top and a flimsy white miniskirt, which was just enough to cover her pussy. Her ass was bare in the air. They both seemed already stretched beyond belief, and they were battered and full of holes. And they smelled like cum, there was no mistaking it, she had grown all too familiar with the scent. Who did they belong to? Why were they in the closet? Some other girl, lured in into that household, with promises of a healthy country life, now pornified and dragged off to who knows what kind of sex dungeon.

Nora knew they were doing something to her, It was hard to ignore. With each ing day, the now too obvious clues kept piling up, making her wonder why she hadn’t noticed sooner. One could think the melon sized udders would be enough to make her lift an eyebrow, but even then, she was eating a lot. She often had second and third breakfasts between her house chores. Ryan’s ten inch cock was a bit harder to rationalize, and so were his muscles.

But he WAS working a lot, under the sun, each day. Seeing him work sort of explained why there was no heavy equipment in sight. He was the machine. In just a single afternoon he had managed to reap a patch of land as big as their house, with nothing but iron tools and his bare hands. A huge pile of corn had been piled right in their yard.

Ryan had never lift anything bigger than a water jug in his entire life, where the fuck had that endurance come from?

And then there were the other changes… the ones deep within.

She thought the libido would be a temporary thing, a release valve had been nudged in her limbic system and soon it would exhaust. Particularly, she had seemed to develop a severe oral fixation. Nothing wrong with a routine morning head, she believed. Nothing wrong with one in the evening either. Then it was three, then four… then she spent more time on her knees then standing up. It was an obsession, even when Ryan wasn’t around she couldn’t help but put something in her mouth. She once spent a full hour blowing a cucumber while she stared at a roast baking in the oven.

There was also fucking of course. Deep, rough and frequent. Foreplay had entirely vanished, Ryan had taken the habit of approaching her from behind and just start clapping. No need to ask for permission. She thought about complaining, asking him to stop, to kiss her like he used to from time to time. But she felt like he deserved it, like it was right. It felt good.

Oh right, the subservience. That was new too.

When had it begun? Maybe a month prior. She ed a vivid dream, the endless field of maize, and basted table, just as full as the last one, only that time around she wasn’t the one eating. She was serving. An endless row of men sat at their spot, patiently waiting for their hard earned meal. Nora kept serving and serving, but there were so many of them and none of them seemed to be satiated. Then her aunt’s voice rang in her head, “Gosh darn it sweetheart! There’s moa’ to a wife then fillin’ a man’s belly!”

What did she mean by that? Then she saw it; every single man was busy under the table, stroking and jerking, waiting for some lass’s lips to get pumping. Right, she should drain their balls. She didn’t waste a moment getting on her knees, latching her mouth around one of the huge, hard cocks squirming right in front of her and start sucking. On her left, sweet old auntie Daisy was busy throating a pole as big as her arm. On one hand, Nora thought it was weird to see her under there, nude and hale, no sags or wrinkles in size. On the other, she was feeling real jealous; She could barely swallow hers halfway though.

Aunty released the dick with a pop as loud as a gunshot and stared deep in the pupil of her eyes. It was comforting; no need to worry or think, her aunty was there.

“Oh y’ don’t worry that lil’ empty head o’ yours sweetheart, y’ll get there! Fo’ now, jus’ learn to swallow!”

And just like that she felt a strong, hardened hand shove her face right at the base of his cock, and a gush of cum flowing down her mouth.

After that, she woke up sweaty in their room. She was naked of course, both of them were.

He’d woken up too, yawning, “Oh hey there, sweetiepie! Gosh darn it, I’m so famished righ’ now I could eat one of ’em piggies whole. Would y’ be so nice to go cook somethin’ downstair?”

Cook? It was still dark outside, and there was still cum between her tits. And yet.

She didn’t hesitate, she rushed downstairs and started frying some chicken wings. The hot sizzle kept prickling at her naked belly. It was the middle of the night, the smell should have nauseated her. Instead her mouth was drooling, the idea of feeding Ryan made her drool even more. He had sat down at the table, not even a thank you. But it was alright; she was doing her duty. An empty plate would be the best thanks of all. She even blew him like her aunt showed her.

From that night onward, their relationship wasn’t the same. Worse or better, she still couldn’t say.

Ryan had become her obsession. Every waking and dreaming moment was spent making sure he was happy, satisfied. Served. Every morning, noon and evening she made sure he ate and fucked like only a king would, and what upset her worse was how granted it all felt. Everything was expected of her, nothing was controversial. She could ride him until his balls fell off, fry him bacon and eggs for breakfast, and all she would get was a kiss on the cheek and ‘see ya’ for lunch!’

And she’d keep doing it with a smile on her face. How could she feel so fulfilled as she kept cheapening herself?

The wooden porch creaked under hefty steps, and sure enough his figure crossed the threshold. He still wore his usual salopette; A beaten down cloth which barely hung over his football sized shoulder. He had torn it down the bottom one day, complaining about the “darn, ballsweatin’ heat” and never bothered wearing anything else. His cock hung right in front of Nora, her eyes fell on it on instinct.

“Hello there, Honeypie!” Ryan said, in that stupid accent. He said it as if he spoke it all his life.

“Don’t suck’ im, tell im,” Nora thought.

“Hello there, Hubbypie!” Nora said. ‘Hubbypie,’ she came up with it as a joke. It stuck like glue, as if it was his second name. Still, it was better than the ‘M’ word. She had mouthed it out once, and at least that was enough to make things awkward for once. For a moment. His cock had sprung up like a ship mast and incited a type of role play which, in retrospect, Nora wasn’t really proud of.

A blowjob would be best, she thought. Better to drain some tension first.

Nora got on her knees and started sucking. Thinking back, she ed how hard it was to keep her lips locked on his length. But she had learned fast, now she could swallow him whole, balls deep, at fast full fast strokes, and he was doubled in size.

“Yeah, that’s my girl, best cocksucka’ on the farm, yessir,” He swayed his hips a bit faster and put his hand behind her head.

A full river of spunk soon ran down her tongue. That would keep his head clear for the next few minutes.

Ryan saw the empty table. His eyes were that of stunned disappointment, “Well gosh darn it, Nora! If I knew I’d be walking t’ an empty table, I would’ve stayed at the Chen’s fo’ dinner! Ought to take y’ there some time, missus Chen makes the best best roasted chicken in the whole farm!”

Right, the Chens. Another family of hillbillyfied corn freaks. Ryan always talked about them; Nora knew how good Missus Chen cooking was, how Mister Chen could lift double the amount of corn Ryan could, and how their nephew would help around the field, their niece around the house.

He also talked on how fat Missus Chen’s ass was and how when she fucked her husband the screams could be heard all the way into the cornfield. Nora didn’t like to talk about them… so she just stayed silent when he did. Also, she hadn’t made dinner. Better not to make a fuss out of nothing.

Nora wiped her face clean, “Thought y’d be madder.”

“Honeypie, the day I’m evah gettin’ mad at you ’s the day you ought to kick me in the nogging, cause a stranger jus’ walked in our household. I am quite famished though. D’ ya eat anything yerself?”

Ryan made his way to the pantry, looking for something to eat no doubt.

Do it now!

“Ryan, there’s somethin’ I’ve been meanin’ t’ ask ya. Ya know I loves ya and all, but this whole situation’s- oh lord not now…”

Ryan came out of the pantry with a scrumptious tin cylinder of seasoned corn paste. It was a mind blowingly salty sweet concoction, one can of the stuff usually led to five more. Johnny had brought a whole crate last time he came visiting, which was pretty often nowadays. He’d usually sit at the table, discussing various corn related topics with her husband. She ed them making a big deal out of this paste, a revolution in mass corn distribution. Not that she paid much attention, all she did was stand idly by as the men talked about important, complicated manly stuff. She just smiled and showed off her tits to their guest. Johnny was a gentleman, only a few glances, and a flattering compliment about her “drool worthy, shiny ebony tits.”

Nora wondered if that was supposed to be racist, but it had melted her to the core, a knee buckling sensation, the acknowledgement of her breediness. She had lowered her bust a bit more.

A golden brown blob of paste fell from her mouth and right on the floor. She made a mental note to clean it up later. Nora and Ryan made no trouble out of making a mess of their home, fucking on every surface which they deemed horizontal enough. But she always made sure to tide things up when the plowing was over. It was a biological imperative, to make sure the house was spotless and lemon scented.

“That’s right Honeypie, keep swallowin’. I know ’s your duty to keep us full, but ’s my duty to keep us fed! Gotta make sure those thighs are fat and juicy, yessir… nice and fuckable.”

Stop chewing, stop swallowing, stop gushing, now’s the time.

“Ryan listen, I think we ought—oh lord in heaven it’s so good. I think we ought t’ get out? Like now? Pretty please, Hubbypie?”

He stopped spooning her for a moment, “Oh Honeypie, I was thinking the same damn thing! You’s spending way too much time in ’ere, ya need t’ get some fresh air. Come now, I ought t’ show you somethin’.”

That’s not what I meant, she tried to say, but there was paste in her mouth, and he pulled her out by the arm, holding her in a tightlocked squeeze.

There was the corn pile, right outside in their yard. The green golden mount got larger and taller, with each ing day. Nora had expected it to rot, for the juicy shine to disappear, but no. It was a pile frozen in time, and when the wind blew, a waft both chemical and sweet assaulted her senses, fogging her mind. Just what the fuck were they spraying on these things?

There was a wooden chair in front of it, probably coming from the house. Its legs were half buried in dirt from having to withstand Ryan’s weight. As if it was the most casual act in the world, he sat on it, spread his tights and started jerking his cock. Ryan’s eyes didn’t leave the pile, “When the man gets tired, the sun gets low, the sky gets red and the crickets get singin’, ain’t nothing better than rubbing one out t’ the sexiest corn in all of Missouri.”

“It’s corn—Ryan, ya’re jerkin’ it t’ fucking corn…” and with quite the enthusiasm to. The lamp post he had for a dick was being squeezed like a spent ketchup bottle. His testicles swung heavy and low, each contraction preceding a string of cum which shot all the way to the corn pile. And still he stayed hard.

“Oh don’t worry Honeypie, unless they find a way t’ fuck corn, you’s the only slut I get t’ pump aroun’ here! Although Missus Cheng did let me fuck her asshole las’ time I visited. That ain’t cheatin’ though, right?”

Ryan had fucked someone behind her back. And was jerking off to corn… delicious sexy corn. No, don’t do it, get mad at him, slap him across his chiseled face, she thought. Stop staring at the pile. The pile that changed them, that took away her muscles, took away her mind. The pile that gave her big tits, fat thighs and a full belly. She couldn’t eat any more, could she? Her boob would get bigger, her ass even fatter. That would make it easier to fuck Ryan though, no need to jump up and down. She could just grind her hips around his cock and the gush of cum would fill her up like a turkey. Yes, a bigger body meant bigger orgasms. Could Ryan get any bigger too? More corn, more tits, more ass, more cock.

Nora was rubbing her slit, out in the open, alongside her husband. For a whole hour the sound of night was that of crickets, grunts and moans. The cell tower was shining brighter than usual, a lonely star, impossible to ignore. A flash of her kneeling under a comfortable table, a massive white cock dangling in front of her eyes, beckoning to be sucked. The image of a kitchen countertop, her bare feet feeling the cold, hard floor, the sight covered by a swollen pregnant belly. Nora had a climax so strong she ed out on the mud, eyes were staring at her nose. She struggled to get up and headed inside, as Ryan kept enjoying his well deserved jerk-off time. She would make roasted chicken for dinner.

She would wait for the end of harvest season.

As incredible as it was, they had actually done it.

The majestic corns that plastered the horizon were all gone, bare dirt took its place. The grey, wooden household which were barely visible during the summer were now the only thing left standing. In front of each one, a hale pile of maize proudly stood, a testimony of a titanic effort. Almost in defiance, the sweetcorn refused to rot. Ryan, Mister Chen, and every male farmer had stripped the land clean with nothing but a sickle and their bare hands, day after day, under the scorching sun. Ryan had the sexiest tan to prove it, the white print left by his now ruined denim overall painted on his hide. Even now some of them, hulking shadows under the dawning sun, were busy ripping out the leftover stalks, which curiously enough, accepted to decompose, melting in new soil.

And what had the girls done in all that time? They had remained inside, nurtured their men, drained their sorrows and frustrations. The unseen and silent heroes. Nora could have almost taken pride in that, if only she didn’t have a trail stuck in her glossy, long and uncombed hair.

From within the window glass, the fattest slut Nora had ever seen was staring back at her, with half half lidded eyes and a vapid smile which refused to disappear from her face. The enormity of her tits was almost laughable, the two fuckable bags hung from her shoulder like a couple of air balloons. The slightest squeeze was enough to send jolts to her now puffy cunt. There was a cute pudge that hung from her belly and ran all around her waist, Ryan loved to handle it as he blew her back, he nibbled at it after he ate her pussy. And of course, her ass: a fat dumper exclusively designed to absorb any type of impact. What had happened to her legs, her toned beautiful legs? They had been buried beneath the eyecandies that had become her thighs.

Ryan called out from the bed, groggy and horny, “Damn Honeypie, seein’ ya standin’ there ’s making my testicle’ churn and my pecker stand on attention! Why don’t ya come ere’ and wrap those good ol’ penis pumpers aroun’ it?”

“O’ course Hubbypie…”

Nora dived in between his stone pillar legs and lapped her tongue all across the length of his dick. It had to be more than ten inches now, although who bothered counting anymore. It was the marvel of her eyes, the focus of her dreams. She had come to, if not love, at least understand her new self. Making Ryan the center of her world wasn’t just fulfilling, It was also practical. Her old self had a myriad of concerns; bills, rent, job, parents, study, university, travel. Ryan’s happiness was only one, and achieving it was as easy as sucking his cock in the morning. Her joy would follow as natural. As much as she hated to it it, the past six months had been the best of her life. It was artificial, sure, being pumped day after day with whatever sluttifying juice they had shoved down her throat, but it was oh so marvelous.

As a foot worth of penis ran across her tongue, a concern did cross her mind: what would happen back in the city? Harvest season was over, soon they would head their way back home. But it would be another Nora coming back to their city apartment. A Nora who would never again eat delivery food, A Nora who would have preferred listening to birds and crickets by the window rather than whatever they used to run on those deviled screens back in the civilized world. It would be a Nora her uni friends would have laughed at, a country bumpkin with child bearing hips and cow sized tits, better looking in a kitchen apron then a night dress. It would be a Nora who voted Republican… alright, maybe not that fucked up. In fact, why vote at all? Ryan was the decision maker.

It would be a long walk back. They could have driven, but the car was a bust. She had tried running for it some time back, but for as much as she tried, she forgot how cars worked. Hadn’t she driven them all the way there? It was unsettling, knowing how dumb she had become. She was sure she knew more about corn then Ryan ever could, but the notions wouldn’t come. Ryan caught her there, weeping in the driver seat. It was nice of him to try and help her escape, he scootched her in the back and proudly turned on the engine. Then a light shone right on the corner of her eyes, and after that… fragments of memories. Being fucked on the hood of the car, his balls slapping against her ass, her back lying on the cold surface, Nora screaming her lungs out. A bat between her hands, and metal pipe between Ryan’s, the clash of glass and metal.

She woke up the next morning with a pulsing migraine, a sore throat, the glow of after sex and the sight of their destroyed car in their backyard. Clearly they weren’t allowed to leave yet.

Maybe they could have asked Johnny for a ride? Better not, he had already so much to do, turning people into slutty farmers and such. And after all, he had already done so much for them, bringing them every kind of groceries she could think of. Such a sweetheart he was. Had they been brainwashing her too? It hadn’t occurred to her, after all this time, not once had she thought something nasty about Johnny or Alice, their beautiful, loving captors. It was THEIR farm after all, it wouldn’t have been polite. Being turned into a nymphomaniac also was a giveaway of course.

Ryan didn’t seem to notice or care about his changes. It didn’t bother him being turned into a slave worker. He surely didn’t care having become an eight foot tall god, with a punching bag for a ballsack and a cannon of a dick. And he absolutely loved having a slut for a wife. Maybe it was better this way: no doubts or concerns, just dirt under his fingernails, sweat on his brow, food in his belly and a warm mouth encasing his cock. She’d carry the burden of knowledge in his place.

She felt a hand pressing behind her head, the telltale sign. Nora sucked him faster.

“Ya know Honeypie,” Ryan said, as he casually unleashed a torrent of cum between her lips, “I had my doubts when ya dragged us all the way ’ere, but I gotta say, I was dead wrong. ’S been the best darn vacation o’ my life! Shame we gotta go back, farmwork ’s way moa’ fulfillin’ than whateva’ I used to do fo’ the company. We ought to come back next summer, what ya think?”

“Whateva ya say Ryan,” his cum tasted like apple pie.

They made the last day count. They fucked in the shower, on the bed, on the kitchen table, out in the open, a drizzle of rain had turned the hard soil in a soft surface to get properly piped on. They had ravaged what remained of the pantry, Nora had also made sure to leave a corn salad as a partying gift. When it was time to go, they patiently waited out on the porch, without even bothering to pack their bags. What was worth bringing along anyway? None of their clothes fit anymore. She’d have to walk the town streets wearing nothing but skin, a fertility goddess casually strolling by. Why hadn’t she ever asked Johnny for some new clothes? Maybe she just enjoyed walking though the household, tits swinging, ready to behold.

They saw the small truck approach from the main road, they both stood on attention, showing off their new husky and sexy selves. Nora hadn’t seen Johnny in a while, so he hadn’t really got the chance to see her butt naked. A fucked up part of her was eager to show him how humongous her boobs had grown.

The truck stopped right beside the corn hill and the most radiant blondie Nora had ever seen stepped out of the driver seat. Her hair ran long and free, all the way to her knees, and flew in the wind like water. Of course her tits were huge. They weren’t as big as Nora’s, which would make a beach ball blush, but they still strained against the cotton cage of her green top. Her denim shorts looked painted on her ass, and seemed to floss between her thigh with each step she took. She looked like a cowgirl venusian.

She held out her hand, with a smile on her face and a shin in her eyes. Ryan happily shook it.

“Well slap my ass and call me a bull, ya ought to be Johnny’s wife!” Ryan said, “So good to finally meet ya! Johnny tol’ me ya were a looker, but sein’ya now ’s settin’ my balls on fire!”

The blondie licked her lips and gave him an up down. Her eyes lingered on his cock for longer than necessary, “Oh my, ya truly know how to properly flatter a girl mista’ Ryan! An’ this pretty petal right ’ere mus’ be yo’ wife? Horny an’ willin’ I bet, with some nice fat titties, yessir.”

No handshake for Nora. Only a hand on her nipple and a caress between her hair.

“Pleasure to meet ya missus Johnny…” Nora stood there, letting herself be inspected. The woman smelled kind of comforting.

She gave out a laugh, “That would be missus Miller, but jus’ call me Mandy!”

“Ight… ’s a pleasure Mandy,” her hand was still on Nora’s teat. She was pinching her nipple now.

“Nora, It ought t’ be said, yo’ husband’s the most enthusiastic worker we eva’ had the pleasure to slave off on our farm!”

Ryan’s cock roused up to the compliment, “Oh Mandy, you’s too kind, but if it wasn’t fo’ my wife’s plump cheeks over ’ere, I would’ve flown away in a panic months ago! Thank the lord I had the warmest set o’ lips in the world t’ set my mind straight!”

Great, so now It was Nora’s fault. They could’ve been outta there in a giffy. They could be fucking in a police station now, shouting how they’re turning people in sex slaved corn pickers just five miles down the road. But dumb girl that she was, Nora had humped and sucked the resistance out of her man. It didn’t matter anymore, soon she’d be home again, giving out slow and boring blowjobs by the bednight stand. She’d make him cum in a paper towel, wasting all that precious jizz.

“Nora be a dear,” Mandy said, “why don’t ya go fetch something fresh fo’ us? Me an’ Ryan got some business to discuss”

“Oh… sure ma’am,” as Nora walked inside she felt a vigorous slap on her butt. From whose hand, she couldn’t say. She pulled out an almost glowing bright jug of sugar tea from the fridge and poured a couple of glasses; one for the husband, one for the guest. There was a loud thud coming from outside. Nora peeked out the window and saw Mandy squatting, pumping the guts out of Ryan’s cock. Her lips were tightly sealed around his dick, swallowing an impossible amount of penis. She had a finger up his ass. Nora felt sick, betrayed. But she also took mental notes.

“Well ma’am, ya do make good points, but I uhhh…” a drop of drool fell from Ryan’s lips and straight on Mandy’s face.

She released him with a loud pop, hand still masterfully massaging his balls, “Oh come now dear, what’s there t’ think about! You’s gonna get a big house, plenty o’ corn to chow on, and a lifetime to pump so much spunk in that lil’ chocolate muffin’ o’ yours that’s gonna come out of her ears!”

“Oh that sounds mite delightful,” Ryan said, “But a man ought to think ’bout her wife’s happiness, an’ Nora said—”

“Nora jus’ need some time t’ settle in, a few weeks o’ proper plowin’ and she’ll be beggin’ t’ bake ya a casserole. Trust me, I know fo’ experience.” Mandy’s hands never left his cock, they were trying to pump some sort of deal out of him, “Ryan, I know a good worker when I see one, and we’d rather not turn yo’ brain into sponge cake, so how abou’ this, I’ll throw in a lil’ welcome present t’ convince ya!”

Nora put two cummy fingers in her mouth and gave out an echoing whistle. Moments later, Alice stepped out of the car and ran to them like some puppy on a call. She wore a couple of cowprint stockings and armtight. And nothing else. She did have a cow bell on her neck, it swung and sang with each heavy step she took.

Right, Alice. When was the last time she saw her? There was a smile on her face, a kind of happiness which only came with blissful, arousing ignorance. Her wide eyes fixed on the only cock in the vicinity. Her pussy was visibly wet, a rivulet of moisture running down her tight. Ryan was transfixed, his dick a pillar of rock.

“Poor little Alice ’ere got her mind a bit scrambled, she’s gonna need someone t’ look afta’ her needs, ya know. Tomorrow’s gonna be her birthday, an’ it’s a ’bout time she gets some proper countryside hips!” Mandy slapped her daughter’s ass, getting a loud ’moo’ out of her.

“We was thinkin’ of sendin’ her to South Carolina, in a proper herd, but ain’t nothin’ wrong t’ keep a housepet aroun’ yo’ home. How about it? We’s gonna have a nice birthday party for my little girl over ’ere, an’ after we’re done ya get to take her! Ya can keep ’er aroun’ the house. Or in the yard, depends if ya want a milk sow or a whore. Or both!”

Ryan scratched his chin. His meat was pulsating beet red, a constant flow of precum begging to be released. “How ’bout this ma’am: let yer girl ’ere take care o’ my ball churnin’ hard on I got goin’ right now and ya got yourself a worker.”

Mandy smirked, “Ya drive an easy bargain mista! And what can I say if not: Welcome t’ the family!”

And with that, Ryan grabbed Alice by the waist and impaled her on his cock. Nora got to see a bulge over Alice’s belly, right before her husband shoved her against the house door. She moaned and mooed with each powerful thrust of Ryan’s hips. Mandy decided to contribute by shoving her tongue between Ryan’s asscheeks.

Nora didn’t wait for them to move the rutting inside the house. She’d end up ing them.

She made for the bathroom and squeezed out of the tiny window. Her rump had gotten stuck against the frames.

She ran through the fields, or rather jogged. The weight of her entire body was dragging her down. She felt the crackle of the rotting stalks under the sole of her feet. She looked around, fearing some sex crazed lunatic could tackle her, seize her, fuck the last inch of freedom out of her. None of that happened. At best she got a friendly wave from some lonely, naked farmer with a hosepipe dick. At worst, the naked, screaming girl running by wasn’t worth the attention.

She stopped by one of the houses, feet caked in mud and legs sore and shaking. It was a carbon copy of the one she just ran away from, she almost thought she had found her way back. But no Ryan in sight, not even the scent of him.

“Well well, and who’s this fine, wheezing petal who’s decided t’ visit us?”

The sultry voice came from the window. The asian woman overlooking the window, her naked tits hanging over the edge. Her nipples pointed straight down. She had pitch black hair, tied over two symmetrical buns.

“Let’s see: gorgeous udders, plump lips, fluffy hair, black skin. Ya ought t’ be Nora!”

The asian woman came strutting out with a smile as warm as sunshine. The screen door would have closed behind her, but instead it bounced on the fat rump the woman was dragging along. The cheeks were fat and thick, they seemed to slap with each step she took.

Nora wondered how the woman even managed to walk with her back straight.

The woman gave her a tight squeeze, and proceeded to stamp a wet sloppy kiss on her lips to boot. Nora didn’t mind too much, she tasted blackberries. Intoxicating.

“Oh, ’s so nice t’ finally meet’ya! You’s husband talked so much ’bout ya! And ya’re even prettier than we imagined! Ryan keeps callin’ me Missus Chen, but ya can call me Wei!”

Finally Missus Chen had a face and shape in Nora’s mind. Truly, Ryan’s tales didn’t make her ass justice.

“S’ my pleasure Wei,” Nora said, “I’d love t’ stay an’ chat but—”

“Oh, what nonsense! You ought t’ stay fo’ supper. S’bout time ya met my family, we know so much ’bout ya, ya’re basically part o’ It! In fact—Hey Hunny! Come look who’s finally showed up at our doorstep!”

The naked man walking out of the porch was two heads shorter than Ryan, but was twice as bulky. He had a bald spot on the top of his head and a fuzzy salt and pepper mustache under a prominent nose. She saw his cock, and already her pussy ed its presence, gushing in anticipation. Nora started making comparisons: Ryan was longer, but this was as thick as her neck.

The smiling man took five wide steps forward and gave her a hug so tight it squeezed the breath out of her chest. Turns out, he was even shorter than her. Nora could see the glistening skin of his scalp, as his face dug deep between her bosom. Still, he was strong enough to lift her on her feet, his cock dangling between her thighs. She did her best not to drool on his head.

“Well aren’t ya a marvel ma’am! You’s husband tales don’t make no justice, no sir! Those tits are even bigger than I thought!”

“Well… thank ya sir,” Nora felt the mud touch her toes again, and she was back on the ground.

The man gave her a firm smack on her ass, “Well don’t ya just stand there girl, come inside an’ let us put something warm in yo’ belly! Call me Alex. Son! Put another seat at the table! We gots a guest!”

Nora saw the naked couple walk back in their household. The smell of roasted meat came from beyond the threshold. Her stomach gave a protesting rumble.

She sighed defeated, and stepped inside

If she went over the perversion of it all, there was almost a homely undertone to it all. The boys, as Wei called them, were sitting at each end of the table, talking and laughing, while the housewives stood in the kitchen, glazing a fat, crackling roasted chicken. With corn filling. Nora had insisted on helping and Wei didn’t object. In fact, she was happy to share the recipe. She’d cook it for Ryan, once they escaped from there. She knew they never would, but a faint hope was still there.

“Oh Nora, ’s so nice t’ have someone help around the kitchen! My nice, little minx that she is, wouldn’t lift a pan if it slapped her buns!”

“Oh you are too harsh on Kim ma!” The boy said. He was as tall as his father, and just as burly. He already had a receding hairline. He stood at the table, proud and relaxed, legs casually sprayed open, showing off the pendulous beast between. It had a light wet sheen to it, it dripped on the floor.

“And you’s way too soft on your gal Richard!” Wei said. Her ass would giggle at the slightest turn of her hips, “She’s goin’ t’ take care o’ this house one day, an’ there’s more to being a wife than pumpin’ cocks day in an’ day out!”

“Ya wouldn’t know it Hunny!” Alex roared.

They all laughed at that, as Nora tried getting over the fact that Richard was apparently fucking his cousin. It would fit the setting wouldn’t it? Why was Wei so casual about having her tits out in front of his son? Why was Nora casual about it too?

“Well speak of the devil. ’T Was about time ya showed up sweety!”

A short girl in a torn out dress walked down the stairs. She was a carbon copy of Wei, with messy black hair and freckles on a short, upturned nose. Her boobs were half as big, but her hips just as wide. She did her best to have what remained of the hem to cover her pussy, barely.

“Pleasure t’ meet ya ma’am,” the girl said. She had trouble with eye . There was a pearly white stain on her cheek.

“Honey you got a little sumthin’ on yer face,” Richard said.

“Oh! uhm… sorry. Thanks hunny.” Kim said. She licked her cheek clean and sat at her spot, right beside her cousin. She squeezed his arm tight.

Nora and Wei set up the table, mouths watering over the juiciest bird Nora had ever seen. No one bothered with forks. They assaulted the meat with their bare hands, and still they had no trouble touching and caressing whatever patch of skin was within reach. Wei wouldn’t stop kissing Alex neck within bites, and Kim was most likely giving Richard a lazy, greasy handjob under the table.

Nora felt awfully lonely. She missed Ryan, she had to settle down with rubbing her thighs together.

“Kim ya really ought t’ stop botherin’ with that dress. Ya know It’ll just end up hittin’ the floor. Jus’ let yer teats breath, ’s not like it’s doin’ any good work at coverin’ anythin’ else!” Richard said. His parents nodded in approval.

Kim kept staring at the floor, “I know hunny. It’s jus’ that- ya know. It feels normal, like it used t’ be.”

“Oh dear please, not with that nonsense again,” Alex said, “We gots guests!”

“But unc! ’S all fucked up! Don’t ya think ’s weird we don’t speak chinese no more!?”

“Why would we honey? We’s Americans!” Wei said, a tone of pride in her voice.

“We’s from Taiwan! An’ I love Richie, I do. But he’s my cousin! ’S wrong to fuck my cousin, it ain’t christian!”

“Now honey, I know ’s a bit upsetting, but ain’t nuthin’ wrong with keepin’ it in the family every now an’ then. Ya know, me an’ your aunt are cousin as well!”

Nora almost choked at that, “You… what?”

“Oh yeah, funny story!” Wei said, “Alex was born ’ere, his daddy was from Kansas, knocked my aunt up a year after he met her! Then ’bout twenty and two years ago I moved in with my aunt for some school stuff I don’t even ’member. An’ wouldn’t ya know it? Alex knocked me up a year after he met me!”

“Was quite the scandal that!” Alex said, with Wei sitting on his lap, “Her parents told her not t’ even bother comin’ back. Ma and Pa didn’t mind us though, they was having a nephew! helped us raise that fine boy ya see over there.”

The fine boy was laying with his head back, as Kim stroked and jerked his cock with both her palms, not even trying to hide it anymore.

“My sister asked us t’ take care o’ our niece for a while. I think she’s tryin’ t’ patch things up. Now Imma has t’ tell her that cousin fever runs in the family!”

Another roaring laughter. Alex playfully shoved a hand between her wife’s thighs.

Levity, warmth, arousal. Every sensation Nora felt didn’t fit with the consciousness of how maniacal the context was.

“Miss Nora, ya can see it too right? This ain’t how life ’s supposed to be, yeah?” Kim’s eyes contracted in the face of a girl who wanted to flee far away. Not before finishing Richard off, that is. The boy’s nutsack tensed so hard they seemed to want to shoot through his chest, a drop of drool ran down the side of his shaft. He was about to cum, and Kim didn’t bother putting her lips around it.

That would be a waste wouldn’t it?

“I mean, I ain’t the one sick in the head, yeah?”

Any second now, Nora though.

“We really ought t’ get the fuck outta ’ere!”

Get to sucking dumbass.

“How are all of ya’all so stupid—”

Richard shot a rope that went straight to the sealing. Nora tried to catch it mid flight, and her face fell right on his dick. Her mouth latched on his cock almost on reflex, letting inch after inch of male meat slide all the way down her throat, so deep she could lap around his testicles. A constant flow of cum filled her mouth. The taste of heaven. She stayed like that for a solid five minutes before finally letting go, taking in some air.

They all stared at her in awe. Kim looked embarrassed, Richard looked as if he had seen the face of god.

“Nora dear,” Wei said, “that was a solid foot worth of pecker!”

“I mean… yeah? That’s how you do it, innit?”

This time It was Richard’s turn to laugh, “Not by a long shot ma’am! My lil’ cupcake Kim ’ere, lord bless her soul, can’t even get past the head. She’s been pumpin’ me dry for as long as I !”

“Oh- really Kim?” Alex scoffed, “Ya ain’t even gonna spitshine yo’ husband? How are ya even gonna keep ’im by your side if ya can’t even suck ’im proper?”

“Your uncle is right dear,” Wei said, “The road to a man’s heart starts from the lips and ends on his crotch.”

“I think… I think imma leave now.” Kim jumped from her chair and ran for the door, her dress falling behind. Nora could see her huge naked form running off down the fields, her screams comically fading in the distance. Nobody seemed fazed.

“Should ya go afta’ her?” Nora asked

“Nah, don’t worry about it ma’am,” Richard said, “She does this from time t’ time. Less an’ less these days. Last time she fled from the bathroom window while we was showering. Came back the same way the evenin’ after, while Pa was showering. Though it were me she did, awkward supper that was.”

“Ain’t my fault she noticed after we was done!”

Another laughter. It was all too much. The incest, the nakedness, the wetness of it all. She wanted to laugh along, compliment the food, suck on more of that yummy dick. She also wanted to fly away, the way her legs once could, run with Kim hand in hand, from the wet fragrant muddy fields and onto the cold and dry asphalt road. They could hitchhiked their way back home, taking turns draining the balls of whoever lucky driver got to find them.

She made to stand up, only for a calloused and burly hand to drop on her shoulder, beckoning her back down.

“Well darn it, looks like I’ve missed one lovely dinner!” Johnny’s voice was booming. He hadn’t forsaken his lumberjack look, his beard swallowing a wide toothy smile.

Alex Chen stood at attention, “Mista’ Johnny, what a pleasure! If I knew ya were comin’ I would have told my wife to bake ya a pie! I’d tell my niece to offer ya some ass but she flew away like a hen on fire!”

“Oh yeah, I saw her alright. Don’t ya worry, she’s brownin’ out in front o’ the cornpile, she’ll be back in a jiffy. Now I don’t wanna be rude, but I’d hoped me and sweet Miss Nora ’ere could exchange a few words in private?”

“Oh Mista’ Johnny, you could never be rude to us!” Wei said, “S’ about time we tucked ourselves in anyway. Now come on hunny, let’s go to bed. You too son! Ya can us til’ Kim snaps out o’ her stupor”

They all walked up stairs, the steps creaking under the weight of their swaying lusty masses. Nora and Johnny stood alone in front of the ravished table. She was oddly aware of his scent. She tried covering her chest with her arms. She might as well have tried to hide a sheep behind a hay ball. The areola of her big, dark nipples were wider than her hands.

“She… She ain’t gonna fuck her son is she?”

“Oh don’t worry ma’am. The only lips that boy ever felt of her mum were the one on her face. Maybe some anal,” He grabbed a chair and put it in front of Nora. Was that concern in his eyes? Nora couldn’t quite tell, she kept glancing at his biceps.

“Ma’am I must apologize fo’ all the distress o’ these last few months. The tower had been causin’ some trouble fo’ over a year now an’ ya know, some brains tends t’ be a bit less soft than others.”

Nora’s skull was pounding. There was an incessant red glow comin’ from outside. There were moans and pounding coming from the upper room.

“But don’t worry, everything runnin’ smoothly now! Give it till mornin’ an’ both you’s and Kim will be properly wet, willin’ an’ obedient! I think ’s starting t’ work in fact, ya ain’t covering your tits now, are ya.”

“Why… Why are ya doin’ this t’ me? T’ us?” Nora asked.

“Well, what can I say? Grew up on a nice farmland I did. My parents were a couple o’ real horny oddballs! Spent as much time fuckin’ as they did sowing the field, which was a lot! Happiest couple I evah met.”

Johnny’s smile faded, eyes staring past her face, “Then we gots t’ move in the suburbs, back in the 60’s I think. An’ what do I see? Housewives perked out o’ their minds and husbands who wouldn’t know what t’ do with their wives if they shoved their wet and willin’ hinies right up their crotch! That would not do, no sir! I rolled up my sleeves, got my degree in advanced biochemistry and engineering, an’ got right t’ work! Got to do science fo’ the commies at some point, till they tried t’ steal all my research that is. At least I got t’ meet my Mandy, although she was Manya before, ex KGB she is. Jus’ please don’t tell her they’re not a thing anymoa’, she still thinks she’s on a mission. Makes fo’ some fancy bed play.”

“Send me home please? Like, pretty please sir?” Nora’s heart was racing. She couldn’t tell if she wanted to punch him or fuck him.

“Oh come on Miss Nora, don’t be like that! Ya know, I don’t jus’ go around picking up any random fool aroun’ the country. I make sure each and everyone gets exactly the kind o’ life they deserve an’ want. I quite ’member your aunt speaking fondly o’ those time when her niece used to spend whole summers runnin’ aroun’ her farm, swimmin’ in the nearby lake, eating till her mouth could fill no more, and I thought ‘Now that’s a girl who knows what life should feel like!’”

Nora thought about those days. Beautiful summer days, she could spend just lying in the field, from dusk till dawn. If she closed her eyes she could hear her aunt cooking inside, the most watering scents coming out from the kitchen window. Her whole life could be like that if she just let go… how the fuck did he know about her aunt?

Johnny could see the thought forming between her ears, “Now I don’t want you to go thinking bad things about yo’ aunt, she hadn’t heard a word from her loving niece fo’ years now, she missed ya so! Asked me t’ grab ya from whatever concrete hell ya were stuck in and put ya in a proper home.”

“My aunt… when? How!?”

“T’was a few years back,” Johnny said, “She an’ her husband had some money trouble, they was lookin’ t’ sell. An’ I was lookin’ t’ buyin’, even let’em keep the house if they agreed t’ some changes. Not even a week ed they were ruttin’ in the fields along all the other pretties!”

Johnny pulled out a polaroid from his pocket. From it, aunty Daisy stared crossed eyed at the camera, not a wrinkle in sight, as fat and full as she ever was. A pair of beanbag sized teats hanging from the mouth of two marble chiseled stallions. The two men had long black mains, and cocks that would shame a horse. Uncle Joey stood behind her, face buried beneath her neck, cock deep between her thighs. There was a message; “Salutations from S.C. Tell my niece I love her”

They were all glowing, healthy. Happy.

It was too much.

Too much thought, too much heat, too much noise. The hum from the radio tower was running like crazy, the sound seeping in every orifice. She could almost feel it sliding down her throat. Nora didn’t know what to do. Was there even a choice to be made?

“Ya know miss,” Johnny said, “Givin’ up and givin’ in ought not t’ be the same thing.”

And just like that, he fished out his cock. Nora’s eyes wiped out everything else in sight, as if the very world ceased to exist. Nora wasn’t sure why, but there was something about it that demanded attention. It was enormous obliviously, the sheer pulsating mass of it signaling her it was all but ready to paint her with cum from head to toe. But then again, so was Ryan’s. But when it came to her husband, there was at least the illusion of choice. Nora knew there wouldn’t be any version of this story where she walked out of that house unfucked. It was a dick that imposed obedience.

“Works everytime. As ugly as it sounds, a southern gal’s mind is jus’ that simple: Fill her belly, show her yo’ pecker, an’ she’ll be singin’ a different tune in no time!”

Nora agreed. So much so she didn’t hesitate getting on her knees. The splintery wood was grating her knees, and the tip of his mast caressed her lips. Her nose would already be grazing his pubes if Johny hadn’t dragged her back up, “Oh no ma’am, please. This ain’t about me, ’s about meeting you’s needs. I insist”

He gestured towards the table. Nora didn’t even have time to bend over and present herself that she felt a foot worth of cockmeat spreading her like butter. The pounding rippled through every inch of her skin, louder than her moans. The Chens seemed encouraged to shout even louder.

“I gots some big plans coming our way, ya’ll see. Had my daughter and wife walk around, making sure the boys would be nice an’ fertile. I bet in a couple o’ weeks all the gals around here’ll be nice and fat, oozing milk from them noses. I say ’s about time to add a few seats t’ the table”

Nora felt a hand squeeze her lower belly.

“Ya’ll make the sweetest of mommies.”

And just like that, Nora flew away. Her last willing thought came to her, of an old forgotten memory. It must have been of the last summer she spent in South Carolina. She had caught her aunt getting fucked butt naked in the field by her sun burned uncle, humping and squeezing like it all belonged to him. Auntie Daisy just moaned like an animal. In her shock, Nora wondered how good it must have felt.

A stone was being lifted from what was left of her mind.

This was her dream after all.

Ryan was sitting out on the porch, stomach almost bursting. Nora had baked the most delicious cornbread he’d ever tasted, almost ate the tray. He quietly sipped on some corn liquor Johnny was working on. It was sweeter than honey, and burned hotter than fire. It was doing a good job at saucing him up. And whatever it was doing to his dick, it sure felt like heaven. With every sip he swilled down, a rope of white shot out from his balls like spray from a hosepipe. He was pretty sure he had grown an inch more.

A pair of tender lips was smacking at his inner thighs, trying to snack down on some leftover cum. Alice was the sweetest of pets. Each morning she’d wake them up, licking and sucking, her engorged udders begging to be milked. There would be so much of it, the fridge could barely hold anymore. He’d often drink it straight from the bucket, letting the fatty white syrup roll down his tongue. He was pretty sure it was doing things to his head, he’d often find himself humping Alice without even recalling when or how. He wondered if he might soon find himself grazing in the fields like the Williams, fucking the rest of his days away.

Not the worst way to enjoy retirement.

“Ooh boy, this is one hot summer, ain’t it?” Nora strutted out the door, fanning at her sweaty neck. She still wore her green dress, or whatever remained of it. It was barely a sheet, sewed and stained, it hung from her collar bone, trying to cover the most beautiful tits Ryan had ever seen. Nora was naked from waist to toe, no point in bothering with pants anymore. Her pregnant belly popped out like a shiny balloon.

Ryan reached out for her ass at first, only to put his hand on her womb instead.

There were moanings far off in the distance. Probably the new workers, moving in after Williams. A lovely couple, the wife was a redhead, with freckles on her face. She had already sucked his cock by the toolshed. Wei’s sister was also about to move in, was she? He couldn’t wait to see how that would turn out.

“Hmm, looks like some other’s lucky gal’s about to get some stuffin’.”

Nora sat down on his lap, stroking on his girth, Alice still lapping away, “Wanna get t’ bed, Hubbypie? See if we can outmoan our neighbors?”

“In a minute honeypie, I wanna enjoy the view a bit more.”

“Don’t keep this horny Honeypie waitin’,” Nora said.

Alice followed along, knowing there would be some proper pounding waiting for her upstairs. He saw her massive ass prance back inside and wondered if the slender, southern girl who invited them in their new house was still somewhere inside there.

Ryan looked out into the cornfield. Another harvest would soon come, and there would be enough to feed a town twice over. Johnny had big beautiful plans. Lots of talks about means of distributions, new cell towers, new fields to sow. They were testing new products at some female college up north. He couldn’t wait to see the results. There were giggles coming from upstairs.

With a piece of mind he never felt in his life, he put the bottle down and walked inside. There was no rush to life anymore.

It was like Johnny always said.

Be patient, and reap ’em rewards.