Man's Man

“Yo, Gav!”

To say Gavin was excited to visit his rural uncle would be an overstatement. When his Uncle Steve had invited him to his farm for the summer to help Gavin “fit in better,” Gavin didn’t know what to take off the offer. He was pretty sure his slim, gay form would be just the right fit for his metropolitan liberal campus he'd attend in the fall. His parents however thought otherwise and eagerly took up his uncle's offer.

“Hey, Steve,” Gavin said in a voice showcasing his uninterested attitude towards the ordeal. He wasn’t exactly mad about the arrangement, trying to view it in an optimistic manner. Gavin was pretending deep down that this was some getaway that would shape him like characters did in their books. In the middle of their story, there was always something they would visit that would help them become the hero they were destined to be. But while those destinations were in Italy or Japan or even fake, his was a farm out in the no-man’s-land countryside.

There was one other reason Gavin wasn’t exactly displeased with this situation either. As much as he hated to admit it, his Uncle Steve was hot. Like, really hot. Thick muscular body covered in hair and oozing with masculinity. While Gavin’s dad had moved to the suburbs, Steve had taken up the farm from their father and the work showed. Gavin had to contain himself as he approached the dirty car, noticing his uncle’s lack of a tee shirt right away.

“Dang kiddo, am I excited to bloat you into a proper lad.” Gavin swung into the car just as Uncle Steve shut his own door. They were off from the train station and on the county road not long after that. In the small confined space, Gavin could feel himself getting a little flustered. Yeah, he was a little hot from the heat, but his uncle was frankly the bigger problem. With no fabric guarding his upper frame, his sculpted torso was within reach. It’s aroma of masculinity–and apparent body odor–made it difficult for Gavin to focus.

The ride was quiet, with neither Gavin or his uncle exchanging many words besides the occasional “So, what’s new with…”. When they finally arrived at the beaten-down farm, Gavin began to realize how far removed his Uncle Steve really was. He was about 30 minutes away from the town he’d arrived in, and another 15 from there to the train station. Even though they were near the coast, this certainly wasn’t a heavily-populated or touristy area. Gavin was truly going to be spending his summer alone with his rustic, rural, sexy, farming uncle.

“Alright Gav,” Uncle Steve announced after they’d finished their dinner. “Before we get to any of the actual work, I just got to show you some introduction tapes.”

Gavin pursed his lips. “There's introduction tapes to farming?”

“Well sure pal. You think I learned everything on my own?”

“No,” Gavin said, following his uncle out of the dining room. “I just assumed my grandfather taught you everything.”

The two steered their way into the living room, which was decked out in outdated masculine furniture. If Gavin was being honest, the entire house was. Gavin plopped himself onto the couch as his uncle grabbed a VHS tape from a high shelf before popping it into the old television. After snatching the remote, he saddled himself up uncomfortably close to Gavin, his right leg just barely brushing his nephew’s left one. Gavin couldn’t help but blush and turned in hopes of hiding his emotions.

“Technically he did, through this short video.” Uncle Steve clicked some buttons and the screen booted up in response. “According to the note he left after he passed, he found these things up in the attic when he first moved in.”

A short country diddy played as the main menu loaded. The words “Becoming a Man’s Man” were displayed in cheap, computerized wooden letters.

“Said they helped him real well when he got started at this farm. After he died, I watched the video and Uncle Steve became the good ole farmer you know and love today.”

Uncle Steve playfully elbowed Gavin as he hit the play button. The video began with a businessman in a playful, retro cartoon-like style. The man was shown in various settings: the office, at home, at his children’s school or wife’s parties. The classic heterosexual paradise of the past. But in all of them, he was depressed.

“Life in the city has tainted the good earth,” a voice from offscreen began. “Before all that technology, men used to live lives full of unrequited joy and fun with their fellow men.”

The businessman was then swapped out by a stereotypical farmer. He was shown in his own workplaces and home, but instead he was obviously happy. 

“In this video, we hope to remind you about the importance of being a ‘Man’s Man.’ What you should act like, think like, and be like.”

A list of three steps was then painted across the screen, pointing out each requirement to becoming this “Man’s Man”. Gavin didn’t know what was going on, but he also wasn’t bored. In fact, he was feeling a little stimulated.

“Each of these guidelines will be showcased to you by our handy crew.”

A team of cartoon farmers waved toward the camera, each looking like a copy of Uncle Steve.

“Rule #1,” the announcer began. “The Man’s Man embodies today’s definition of masculinity.”

A glowing pulse emitted from the screen, enveloping Gavin’s body entirely in mere moments. Gavin gasped as he felt his muscles retract before expanding painfully, his entire body growing. It started at his core, the nonexistent torso suddenly bulging out with homegrown abs. His upper chest grew out into a steel shelf, two pecs properly situating themselves right beneath the broad set of shoulders that extended their way outwards. From there, Gavin’s two arms grew like thickening branches with youthful testosterone creating prominent biceps, triceps, and meaty mitts.

But the changes didn’t stop there. While this was going on, Gavin was also expanding below his core. His cock bloated out into a true glory, becoming an insurmountable 9 inches paired with a heavy sack driven solely by teenage hormones. Still seated, Gavin’s buttocks plumped up underneath his weight, becoming a pair bubblier than any man’s he’d ever dreamed of. His thighs grew fat and firm to accommodate, and his calves followed a similarly bulky route. Even his feet gained some girth, thickening out into a masterful Size 13 as his height was adjusted to a solid 6’2.

Uncle Steve watched with joy as his nephew adopted some additional detailed changes. His blonde hair lost its chic cut for a rougher country flow. The barely present Adam’s apple eagerly plopped out for the chance to deepen Gavin’s voice. The beginnings of body hair proudly descended across Gavin’s frame, along with the classic body odor of a teenage boy. The 18-year-old had been shaped perfectly into a rural man. Well, at least a young rural man.

“What…” Gavin started in a deeper voice, observing the changes. “What on God’s holy Earth happened to me?”

Uncle Steve couldn’t help but smile at the beginnings of his nephew’s new twang. “Yer becoming a Man’s Man, kiddo!”

“But I don’t get it,” Gavin’s eyes scanned his body, which was mostly exposed due to his now too-small clothes barely covering him. “I ain’t like this! I don’t wanna be like this!”

Uncle Steve put an arm around the 18-year-old’s neck. “Now hold tight, Gav. Rule #2 is up next.”

Uncle Steve was right. The screen now displayed just one cartoon farmer with a couple of women wrapped around him, each with bodies where certain areas were of grotesque proportions.

“Rule #2, the Man’s Man propagates both on the field and in the bed.”

Gavin hated the farmer’s pun, but he was more fearful of what it actually meant. His answer came swiftly as a sharp force whacked at his swollen balls. It was not like a painful kick or punch however, but like an adjustment of mass. His pouch was aching, struggling underneath the gargantuan weight of his potent juices. A heavy mixture of masculine sperm, teenage testosterone, and everything else that made a Man’s Man was accumulating in Gavin’s testicles. All he could do was moan, but he couldn’t tell if it was due to pain or pleasure.

Upon hearing his nephew, Uncle Steve placed one of his own calloused hands between Gavin’s legs and gave his nephew’s pouch a good squeeze. He began kneading it like bread, swirling and folding the seed so that it properly absorbed its new qualities. Gavin tossed his head back and groaned once more, this time out of pure delight as a swarm of thoughts began to crowd his head. 

They told him to spread, to breed. They created a need to seed. His higher functionings and ideas were ripped apart, erasing them from his mental capacity to make room for women. Didn’t matter their age or size or what they looked like as long as they could be propagated. But the men who were originally in his head didn’t disappear. No, they multiplied too. Gavin no longer had a type. If it was human and it had a hole, it was his job to fill it, plant something in it. And Uncle Steve’s fondling only fueled this urge more and more.

“Rule #3.” Gavin could just barely hear the announcer through the haze of his own sexual awakening. “The Man’s Man's sole purpose is to be a Man’s Man.”

Even if Gavin would have been able to pay attention, the phrase would have still taken him a moment to process. But under Uncle Steve’s constant kneading, Gavin was weak and edging towards glory. And when his Uncle had leaned over and started making out with him, his rugged beard rubbing forcefully against his cheeks, Gavin was completely lost. He didn’t notice any of the changes that began, especially after his uncle lowered himself and flung out his nephew’s massive, engorged cock.

While Uncle Steve brought Gavin through the last stretch, his nephew’s psyche molded under the third guideline. Any part of Gavin that would have hindered his complete commitment to being a Man’s Man was extinguished. His advanced intelligence was eliminated, his need for independence was driven away, and even his free will was disintegrated. Everything was simplified to the Man’s Man’s standards, creating the ultimate propagation machine.  And Uncle Steve was about to become Gavin’s first tillage.

“Oh yeah!” Gavin shouted as a blast of his seed gushed right down into his uncle’s stomach. Uncle Steve swallowed all of his nephew’s spunk and exaggeratedly popped himself off the head. A smile adorned his face as he embraced Gavin in all his new splendor.

“How you feelin’, kiddo?”

“Fresh as a daisy!” Gavin chuckled. “But the big guy’s still feelin’ a little pent up, if ya know what I mean.”

Uncle Steve peered down at his nephew’s prominent pouch, which was now hidden underneath some better-fitting shorts that showed off Gavin’s features.

“You’ll get used to it, Gav,” Uncle Steve shrugged, having the issue all the time himself. In fact, he was hard as a rock now too, but they had some work to do before sundown. “I got one last surprise for you before we start work tomorrow, but we gotta head into town.”

With an excited grin, the new Man’s Man hopped off the couch and followed his Uncle to the car. They were at their destination in half an hour, which was plenty of time for Gavin to solve his uncle’s nephew. By the time he had his head up above the steering wheel again and readjusting his baseball cap, his eyes were filled with wonder as they pulled up next to a red truck in an empty parking lot.

“Steve?” Gavin practically leaped out of his seat when they stopped. “Is this here what I think it is?”

Uncle Steve tossed his nephew the keys to the truck. “You betcha. Gotta have your own vehicle if yer gonna get all yer jobs done.”

Gavin immediately explored the vehicle, checking out each angle as if the truck was on display at some exhibit. By the time he’d circled the entire thing, Gavin noticed he wasn’t the only one checking out his truck. Just a block away, a young couple had their eyes on the red vehicle, and the Man’s Man.

“Go on now, kiddo,” Uncle Steve smirked, hopping back into his car. “I told ya you’d need it to get yer jobs done.” 

Uncle Steve started his car and drove off, watching as his nephew cockily propped himself against his new truck as his first real conquests came over to greet him.