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General Warnings:

-This is an 18+ story, so don't read it if you're not, or just don't get caught. :P

-This story series contains a myriad of kinks, including fat, weight gain, transformation, and incest

-I'm not responsible for you if you feel guilty after orgasming to this story. :3

[Pig Out]

Keith sighed, staring at the back of the front passenger seat in his mother's car as it bumped along a rocky dirt road.

He was an only child. As with many families, his parents had divorced when he was young, leaving him under the care of his mother. With a well paying job, she was far from being unable to provide. Truth be told, his life had been especially easy. This did little to help the guilt and dissatisfaction that now plagued him.

Keith was hardly an unintelligent boy. He had excelled in most of his subjects in school, and for the longest time he was an 'A' student. High school had proved to be an unexpected change of pace, however. His mother had noticed his grades' downhill climb from the start of 10th grade. It had just been hard to keep trying, he said. The closer he got to finishing, the less important it all seemed. Finally, at 19, he failed to graduate.

Now, here he was, out in the middle of nowhere on the way to his uncle's farm. After finding out that her son would not be receiving a diploma, that he had no hope of what she believed to be the only future anyone could have, his ashamed mother decided his life would be better spent working with his uncle Herb, who owned a dairy farm in the rural area outside of town. So depressed by his own failure was Keith that he did not resist the gesture, independent though he could have been. She's probably right, He thought. A week and a few phone calls later, and things were arranged. Herb had gladly accepted the extra help and company Keith would provide.

The dusty, red sedan rolled past the gate to the farm and started up the driveway. On either side were fenced in areas of ankle-high grass with holstein cows randomly scattered within, some grazing, others staring off into the distance without evident purpose or intent. Keith glanced out the window with a loathesome expression, though it eventually melted into resigning and acceptance. The crunching of gravel and dirt finally stopped when their vehicle arrived at the aged farmhouse that sat at the far edge of the property, parking next to a faded-green pickup truck. A towering barn, several times the size of the house, sprawled along the edge of one field. A tiny hen house, so ancient that its frame leaned subtly to one side, was currently being swallowed up by the barn's shadow.

The door of the farmhouse swung open with a creak and a slam before the scrawny teenager in the car had much time to take in his surroundings. He stayed where he sat, his eyes wide as he took in the view of his uncle for the first time. He had never met the man before, only hearing of him on rare occasion. His family was so spread out that it was by no means unusual for them to avoid more than a few conversations over the phone now and then. Many thoughts of what he might be up against had crossed his mind during the long drive, but nothing could have prepared him for what he saw.

Herb was a massive man, easily 350 pounds, probably even heavier. His blue overalls, though clearly purchased as a size intended for his weight, hugged tightly around his immense gut. A solid bulge along his chest outlined heavy, sagging pecs beneath the plaid, button-down shirt that contained his torso. A ponderously wide rear pressed out the seat of the overalls, further outlining his rotund body. He seemed to be in his late 30s, and despite his girth, he moved around quite easily, stepping off of the porch and approaching the car.

Keith's mother seemed unphased by his appearance. It was evident by her reaction that Herb had always been large. Keith didn't move, waiting in his seat, dumbfounded by the bizarre, unidentifiable spark of something that his uncle's appearance seemed to set off in his mind. His mother got out of the car, walking over to greet her brother with a hug before finally looking back expectantly. Hesistant for reasons he didn't understand, the teen fumbled with the door latch, stepping out and walking slowly towards the two. They stopped conversing, each turning towards him as he approached.

His uncle spoke first, his voice a tad raspy, though his speech was surprisingly quick.

"Well, hello there, Keith! I've heard plenty about you. I'm glad you've come to work with me here on the farm. A helping hand is certainly welcome."

Keith nodded slightly, and emitted a quiet "Yeah..." while staring at the ground.

Herb continued.

"Say, what was a grown man like yourself doing in the back seat when 'shotgun' was wide open for ya?"

His mother interjected before he could reply.

"He slept for most of the trip - said the back was more comfortable."

"Yeah," was all that Keith added, still quiet. He felt the heavy hand of his uncle land on his shoulder, managing not to be startled, and looked up into his uncle's beady eyes in time to hear him speak. Something in those eyes pulled him in... He couldn't really place it.

"Well why don't you get your stuff unpacked and bring it all inside. There's a big room open for you on the second floor - ceiling's kinda low, but I think it'll suit you just fine."

Later that night, after the sun had set, his mother said her goodbyes and drove off, leaving him to his new fate as a farmhand. Given the distance to drive and her grief over his failure, it would likely be the last time he saw her for a long while. Keith was now here to stay, without question.

So far, his impression of Herb was a positive one. Though his uncle's speech and mannerisms were blatantly 'country', he seemed to be an intelligent and level-headed man, who had decent taste. He was friendly and considerate even after Keith's mother had left. Just having him in the room seemed to make everything feel warmer and more inviting. With a slight chuckle, Keith thought that his size might have something to do with that.

The 19-year-old felt oddly at home in the well kept interior of the old house, surprisingly devoid of antiques apart from the aging appliances. He was happy to be free of the noise of his home in the city, welcoming the peacefully quiet country night. As the stress of his old life slowly disappeared, he felt that perhaps he might enjoy his new one more than he had anticipated.

He heard his uncle's voice calling him for dinner, and he made his way down the narrow stairs to join him at the table. Waiting for him was a very large plate of spaghetti, portions he wasn't used to having, and yet Herb's was piled even higher. It was clear that the man's eating habits contributed to his plentiful padding. A rich tomato sauce covered the pasta, aromas of olive oil and garlic and other unidentifable yet undoubtedly delicious spices rose from the meal. A large glass of milk sat next to his plate.

Keith sat down, nodding to his uncle with a faint smile, picking up his fork and beginning to eat. Herb took this as his own queue and tucked in, starting on his own helping. The flavor was beyond anything he had tasted before. His mother's cooking could not compare to the surprising skill that uncle Herb presented. Spaghetti was usually nothing special, but whatever was in this sauce made all the difference in the world. Keith chewed quietly, his eyes occasionally wandering away from his food to watch his uncle eat. The large man demonstrated a hunger that the teen had never before witnessed. He ate with such excitement and vigor, it was clear that he enjoyed his own cooking as much as Keith did, if not moreso.

A short while later, they both finished, Herb emitting a rumbling belch after chugging the remaining half of his glass of milk. He promptly excused himself afterwards, but a silly grin on that round face suggested the same satisfaction that anyone is allowed to feel after such relief. After giving his belly a pat, he regained his composure and spoke.

"So, Keith, my new farmhand, tomorrow I'm going to show you how to do a few jobs around the farm. The machines make it all a lot easier and faster, and with your help we'll get it done with plenty of time after to get to know each other."

Keith nodded in agreement, smiling slightly once more, slightly amused by the contentedness his uncle displayed after consuming such a large meal. Free time was something he'd always enjoyed, though he knew he would have to work hard to earn it. The two chatted about interests they shared, which turned out to be more than either had expected, and discussed a few of the chores that he would be facing the next day.

[Later...]

A few weeks had passed since Keith first moved onto his uncle's farm. He'd been put to work right away, but he never minded it. Somehow it was worth it. Finally he had a quiet place to live. His work had meaning, and his life had peace. He idly ran over the thoughts in his head while he tended to the milking machines, ensure each was properly attached and that the cows were comfortable.

The work wasn't difficult. He managed to get quite a lot done without breaking a sweat. Cleaning the stalls had been kind of gross, but after the third time around he got used to it. Herb carried on with his usual work, assisting Keith where necessary. The two had grown closer in three weeks than either could have hoped. Herb was like a father for Keith, filling a void that had been empty his whole life.

They sat later, watching some TV, discussing the program with each other before it was time for Herb to cook dinner. Keith sprawled out happily, resting his head on the arm of the sofa, letting out a happy sigh as the wonderful smells began to pour out of the kitchen doorway, flooding his senses with promises of deliciousness to come. The sounds of clattering pots and pans and other noises echoed from the small room, the sounds of scents of Herb's enthusiastic cooking filling the house. He always put so much effort into making each meal delicious... tonight they were having lamb chops. Keith idly glanced at his stomach. Despite his hard work and developing musculature, he was sporting the slightest belly. He attributed this to his uncle's wonderful cooking. He always ate his plate clean, no matter what the dish. With another content sigh, he rubbed over the subtle paunch, pondering what his life would really be like here, thinking about his uncle Herb.

It was safe to say that he loved him. Every day with Herb made him feel a warmth and happiness he had never before experienced in his life. He thought of it as a simple paternal relationship, that loving, caring connection for which he never had a father around to share it with. Still, something... a small, quiet whimper in the back of his mind told him it was more than that...

After the two had sat down and enjoyed their dinner, delicious as always, each took a spot on the sofa and watched a movie from Herb's impressive collection. Keith had always marveled at the substantial amount of rare and interesting films that his uncle had acquired. None were ever disappointing. As the night carried on, Keith grew sleepy, his eyes lidding. He didn't notice his uncle Herb watching him intently as the heavy meal took its course, watching as his nephew drifted off as he often did.

Keith woke up to a very different atmosphere than when he had sat down before. The smell of damp hay and feed in the air was the first thing that caught his attention. Why was he in the barn? He groaned a little, trying to rouse himself from the seat he was evidently resting in, but he found that he was tied to it! Beginning to panic a bit, he struggled against the restraints, finding both himself and the chair securely held in place. Thoughts rushed through his mind, some of fear that his dear uncle had betrayed him, that none of this was really what it had seemed to be.

The barn was dark. He couldn't see clearly more than a few feet in front of him, where shadows engulfed the rest of the barn. Only a small oil lantern beside the chair was producing any light, save for the few streaks of moonlight beaming through the cracks between the warped boards that formed the building. He could hear in the distance the sounds of cows. It was obvious that this was not their barn, but another section of the farm he wasn't familiar with. Then he noticed another noise, much akin to a farm animal, but not something he recognized... Grunting? He could swear that from behind him he could hear the unmistakable grunting noise of a pig now and then, growing louder with the movement behind him. There were no pigs on Uncle Herb's farm. He was sure of that, and now he was beginning to suspect that he had been kidnapped in his sleep and taken to another farm somewhere. He started to worry for his uncle - what if he was hurt?

The movement became clear steps, and soon he saw a large figure walking forward to his left, just beyond the light of the lantern. By body and build, he could swear it was Uncle Herb! He closed his eyes and shook his head. No... Not him. He couldn't have done something like this... All the while, this person, whoever it was, seemed to be making those pig sounds. The figure was now centered in front of him, and he slowly stepped forward. It was apparent that whoever this was wanted a dramatic entrance. Keith went wide eyed at the sight.

Standing in front of him was somebody as big, if not bigger than his Uncle Herb, wearing identical overalls, stretched far too tight around his massively obese body. This wasn't the most alarming part, however. What made Keith gasp, gape and stare, was the fact that this man was not human, but some kind of pig creature! Waddling into view was the short-snouted face of a heavyset swine, quite literally. He balanced on thick hooves instead of feet, and three fingerd, black-tipped hands completed the look. Keith was sure that behind him would be the classic curly-Q tail. It was no costume - he was sure of it. Whatever this was, it was real. The pig man looked down at him with beady eyes that begged familiarity, floppy ears hanging forward a little as he leaned in, and Keith began to recognize certain features that lead him to a conclusion he didn't want to accept. How could it be? How could this be his uncle? Just as the teen's wits began to stumble, and fear and panic began to overpower curiosity, the pig-bodied Herb spoke up.

"Now hold on. Before you start shouting and wake up the animals, hear me out... I only have you tied up because I knew you'd try to run at the first sight of me. It's best that you stay put in this chair for now."

Herb's voice was gruffer than usual, a tone to match his body, for sure. Still, with those simple words of reassurance, Keith was not feeling frightened the way he had been until now. His uncle walked away from him, slightly to the right, and bent over, lighting another oil lamp, and then one on the left. The two lit that area of the barn fairly well, and Keith could see a large piece of old canvas spread across the hey-strewn floor. Herb pulled it away to reveal some kind of strange alter. The earthy floor had been dug away here, a foot or so down, to reveal a huge bronze circle, much like a giant coin. Carved into it were many designs in a language he couldn't understand, but most prominent was the figure in the center - a large humanoid pig like his uncle, shamelessly nude, aroused genitals exposed beneath a large belly. The highly detailed carving suggested that this was something made with great care...

Uncle Herb walked back over to him andspoke again, his snout moving in a well practiced motion to shape the words. Keith watched and listened, a small, fuzzy thought in the back of his mind questioning why he found this animalistic face so alluring.

"This," Herb gestured towards the figure in the center, "is an ancient god of gluttony. My father didn't know it at the time, but he built this farm right on top of what had been his sacred grounds. Dad never found out, of course, but after I inherited the place from him, I found the edge of this one day in the oldest barn... As I cleaned it off, a voice spoke in my head, becokned me to come and worship him, to give him power again. In return, I was granted this body, this strength and bulk. He's kept me healthy and fed all these years. I'm showing you this gift I've been given because I want to share it with you, Keith, and I think you're ready now."

The 19-year-old nodded slowly, eyes wide, taking in all of this. It was beyond amazing, what had happened by chance to his uncle. That body... He knew he wanted it. He wanted to be just like that - to be a huge pig like his uncle. Whatever urge inside him drove him towards this desire was beyond his comprehension. All he knew was that he would do anything to have it.

As he stood there, Keith's eyes trailed away from his, down along the curves of those huge pecs and that massive gut, and slowly, surrendering to himself, he stared right between his uncle's legs. There before him, perfectly at eye level, was a bulge to put all others to shame. In this body, at least, Uncle Herb had maleness to spare... He gasped, suddenly realizing what he was doing, and looked up again into the eyes of his grinning elder.

"Heheh... I've seen the way you've been looking at me since you got here. It seems this body is even more attractive to you. You want it, don't you? Go on and say so - I won't laugh."

Keith blushed heavily and turned his head away, doing his best to stare at the ground. He answered slowly and hesitantly.

"I... I've always liked guys. It was always hard at school, keeping it a secret. I couldn't let anyone know - they'd never look at me the same way. When I first saw you, I felt something I'd never felt before. You're so... big. I don't know what it is about a body like that, but I love it.. I want it. I... want you, Uncle Herb."

He felt one of those cold, black fingertips gently carressing his cheek. It actually felt kind of nice, smooth as it was. He couldn't help but let out a shudder, smiling slightly. Looking up into the eyes of his uncle once more, he felt a warmth he couldn't ignore anymore. Herb spoke up again.

"Come on, then, let's go inside. We'll take care of this in the bedroom."

[To Be Continued...]