"A Summer in the farm" by yourcaretakerart. Part I Chapter 3

     Kyle´s smart mind and adaptable nature allowed him to manage the tasks at the farm wonderfully; he even enjoyed learning new things that were totally different from what he was used to, such as chopping firewood. Of course, staying at that farm, as his parents wanted, meant that Kyle´s fun plans and projects with his friends for summer got canceled. However, it seemed that lifting was not going to be one of them.

     As the Garrisons told Kyle, they were going to drive to town to run some errands and take him to buy some sports equipment to set up a home gym and lifting. Once at the village, Alfred and Bertha went to their bank, and meanwhile, Kyle went to a video game shop. They were supposed to meet in half an hour in the street. When the time came, the boy left the store but the couple was nowhere to be seen, so he headed to the bank.

     Bertha and Alfred were there to carry out some banking operations. However, many employees had just been fired and the couple had to use a computer there, which was utterly cumbersome for them; more and more people were waiting to use the pc while they struggled to accomplish their errands and the few clerks there were too busy to help them.

     A fat man dressed in a posh way approached them and said, “Having a hard time dealing with new technologies? … I´d help you out … but that would take a few minutes of my precious time. It´s a pity that you had no kids … they would´ve taught you how to use this thing” he said as he tapped the monitor with his luxury staff.

     Who was this mysterious man? Evidently, he was filthy rich. The fur coat on his broad shoulder was probably not cheap at all. The same thing for the cigar proudly bouncing between his lips, the shiny gold watch stretched around his thick wrist, and the staff with a diamond on top squeezed inside his huge and meaty paw. But it was nothing compared to the sheer size of this man.

     Some men develop cute beer bellies with age. Others enjoy eating so much that their stomach capacity grows and their bellies become a round ball, ready to be filled at any time. But on this man, the fat wasn’t temporary. It was evident that it didn’t appear overnight. He was covered with layers upon layers of gelatinous and sagging fat, the result of an entire life worth of decadence. His suit may be luxurious, but the belly showing between the straining buttons wasn’t, at all. You could see his lower belly hanging low, darker, and covered with stretch marks and decolored spots, like the ones you see on morbidly obese people. His pants contained what could be described as a second belly: an enormous fat pad pushing the fabric, leaving very little to the imagination. He had a double—no, triple chin—supporting his fat cheeks that doubled the width of his face. No shirt could contain that bloated neck, hence the few opened buttons of his shirt. Beneath it, you could almost see steam coming from his hairy, sweaty chest. The confidence and severity that this obese man carried didn't augur anything good.

     At that moment Kyle got to the bank´s entrance. From outside he saw the fat man next to the couple. That far the boy was not able to hear what they were talking about. However, that guy´s unpleasant manners and scornful mocking facial expression let Kyle know that he was harassing them; the boy walked immediately into the bank and stood between the fat man and the couple at a rapid pace.

     “Auntie, uncle, is there anything wrong?” Kyle asked scowling at the stalker, staring at him.

     “Oh, sweety” Bertha answered looking briefly at the line of people and gesturing with trembling hands, ”it´s just that we have to use this dammed thing, and we´re so bad at this…”

     Alfred reacted completely indignant, “We´re customers and we have to be attended to, Bertha”, then the old man added out loud to be heard by the clerks and the other customers, “I don´t give a shit if the line reaches the lake,”

     “No problem, auntie!” the boy said wrapping his arm around the old woman´s shoulders to reassure her, “just tell me what you need to do”

     While Kyle managed the computer to get done the couple´s errands he explained, “Anyway, if you get a phone or a tablet, you can do this next time from home, I´ll teach you how”

     At that moment the fat guy turned around and walked away. Once Kyle had carried out those bank operations for Bertha and Alfred, they got into the car to buy the sports equipment.

     After some minutes of driving, Kyle placed his hands on the rest heads of the front seats and leaned forward, “Who was that guy that was bothering you?”

     “Oh, who do you mean?” Bertha said nonchalantly.

     Kyle insisted, “Yeah, that fat guy that was standing next to you when I came in. Who’s that guy?”

     “Oh, no one, sweety, don’t worry” she answered nodding her head to make her unconcern more convincing.

     Kyle looked at Alfred, expecting some explanation, and after a few seconds the old man said with his eyes locked on the road in his usual murmuring tone of voice,” So do you know what you need to buy, my boy?”

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     When they got back to the farm, they unloaded the van and took the lifting equipment to a small warehouse.

     Alfred plopped down the last box and said, “Well, my boy, you can put all those things the way you want; we only use that corner to store sacks of food for the animals and a few things for the horses and bulls”.

     Bertha added, “While you unbox all this stuff, I´ll be preparing a good dinner for you, honey; we have to keep you well-fed now that you´re gonna start lifting, right?”

     “Haha exactly!” Kyle answered keeping a wide grin on his face when he was already squatting  about to unwrap the first package

     When Alfred and Bertha left the boy, he started organizing all his sports gear
to set up his home gym. He bought all the items his friend Mark had suggested: a wide weight range of dumbbells, an adjustable bench, a couple of iron bars, some weight plates, a rack, and a wall pull-up bar with different grips.

     Once he was done, he walked over to the door, and before leaving he turned around, let his head drop onto his forearm on the doorframe, and gazed at his home gym. Then he quickly looked back to hear Bertha´s voice from the window of the house, “Honey!” she shouted, “dinner is ready!”

     While walking home Kyle thought “I have everything I need to start growing!”

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     And that is how Kyle started his growth journey. Bertha and Alfred filled up his stomach with abundant homemade food providing at the same time constant encouragement and admiration; a great combo that kept Kyle full of zest, and eager to eat and lift.

     As Kyle’s muscles grew he was told at the kitchen table sentences such as: “Sweety, you´re bigger now so I added some more eggs to your breakfast,” or, “Eat it all up, my boy, you have to fuel up your muscles to keep getting bigger”. And despite getting more and more abundant servings at meals, having seconds was more frequently becoming a daily habit for Kyle.

     For their part, Bertha and Alfred beamed with pride and satisfaction every time Kyle polished off all that food and they felt so rewarded watching their boy growing strong and happy as he dropped sentences such as: “Look at my guns, uncle, I started lifting heavier dumbbells!” or ”Ooooff I lifted today very hard. I’m starving, auntie! Good thing that I have the best cook around to keep me well fed! Haha”

     Just like Alfred foretold, Kyle grew some more inches and became so strong that he was able to manage those heavy barrels without any difficulty; lifting them up in seconds to carry them over his now broader shoulders.

     Kyle started to develop his musculature further than swimming can provide, a fact that got manifested when getting dressed; it is true that thanks to that water sport that boy acquired a nice slender shape on his torso and back proportions that became visible at the age of 16; an effect that now in his early twenties, got boosted. Those t-shirts that were once somewhat baggy now got stretched on his developed muscles and broader back, embossing his pecs and sculpture figure, like a superhero uniform.

     On one of the last days of summer, Kyle was observing his pump in the mirror of his room after an intense back workout; he performed a dorsal spread to check how much broader he was able to get, “Damn, I got this big only in a couple of months! How much bigger will I get If I stay here for a whole year eating tons of the best food and training like an animal!?” Kyle felt like a total stud at the sight of his developed muscles and those ideas and questions suddenly turned into an unstoppable desire of growing even more, “Fuck, I gotta find out, I wanna see how much bigger I can get!!!” He said to himself as he forced his lads to enlarge so much that the negative space between his upper torso and his arms almost disappeared as if his desire for more size literally blew him up.

     A melody call from his phone on his desk jarred him from his thoughts. He walked over to the table and read “Dad” on the screen. Kyle picked it up and after saying “hi”, his father told him: “Kyle, it’s all arranged, you’re leaving that farm to start college next month”

     To be continued.