The sun was bright and hot on another day on the farm. The strong ginger-haired Rodney walked up the gravel driveway from the rustic looking farmhouse as a white truck stopped at his mailbox before driving away. Rodney, wearing his white t-shirt, denim overalls, and muddy boots waved goodbye to the truck, recognizing it as the mailman with one hand, as in his other arm was a resting baby calf with predominantly-white-with-brown-spots fur.
He kept a careful eye on the sleeping baby cow, sifting stroking its fur with his other hand as he carried it to the end of the driveway. Carefully maneuvering as to not disrupt the calf from its peaceful-looking sleep, he opened the mailbox and removed a package from inside. With both hands now full, he thought for a moment, then lifted his leg, shutting the mailbox with his foot. He practically rushed back to the door of the farmhouse, but not fast enough to disrupt the calf in his arm. He sat the baby cow down and gave it a few soft strokes as to calmly wake it up. He entered the house and let the calf follow him in.
Rodney’s farmhouse was nothing impressive. Sturdy built by his own hands, Rodney was proud of the work he’d done, but when it was time to move out from his father’s house, he decided that his own would be more modern, and he had electrical appliances placed in his home. What was standard like televisions and refrigerators and electric fans was all new to Rodney, and he enjoyed his new luxuries. Walking with the baby animal into the kitchen, his boots thumped and thudded against the hardwood floor in his home. He tore open the packaging of what had just arrived in the mail, revealing a grey cylinder shaped like a protein powder container and placed it on the counter. Grabbing a baby bottle out of one of the cupboards he’d built, he opened the container and scooped two scoops into the bottle, then poured in special milk for the calf. “Alright, Betsy, this is something new called Immaculate Grow. It’s supposed to help you grow big and strong!” Picking up the calf, Rodney delicately fed it from the bottle. Betsy quickly drank the milk, and once she was finished, she gave Rodney a lick on his cheek. “Well, thank you, little lady,” he said kindly. Rodney was incredibly loving to all the animals in the farm and he cared for them each as if they were his children.
After a while of play and pet time with Betsy, she became tired out and fell asleep on the hardwood kitchen floor. As she rested, a curiously invested Rodney got up and walked back over to his counter in the kitchen, picked up the grey plastic container of Immaculate Grow and started reading it. The logo was a gold rose with a sun behind it. He read the tagline out loud, “the growth hormone to make your animals grow strong and enjoy long, healthy lives.”
Looking at the container in his hand, he found a warning label on the alternate side, with black bold writing on a yellow square. “This product is tested on animals. Results may vary. May cause drowsiness. Not intended for human consumption. Not tested on humans.” He began reading through the list of ingredients. With his years on the farm, he’d become well-versed on what was safe for human consumption and found nothing that he couldn’t consume. His mind started to wonder and he voiced his thoughts out loud. “I wonder what it tastes like?” He pondered innocently. He came to a quick conclusion. “Only one way to find out, I guess.”
Grabbing a coffee cup from the cupboard, he scooped in one scoop of the Immaculate Grow, then poured in some water over top of it. Grabbing a plastic spoon from a drawer, he mixed it together well and then, with a shrug, drank it. He was a bit disappointed as his question was answered, it had no distinctive taste. Maybe he had to be an animal to taste anything?
Almost immediately after drinking the concoction, Rodney could feel himself grow tired. “Man, they weren’t kidding with that drowsiness stuff.” He said to himself. His boots made more thudding and thumping noises as he walked from the kitchen to his living room. With the flip of a switch, he turned the lights out and the ceiling fan on. Kicking off his boots by the front door, he walked over to his couch, even without his boots on, his socked feet still made noise as he stepped. Grabbing a remote off the armrest, he pressed a button and the television flickered to life. Not really caring what was on the screen, Rodney just liked the background noise the people talking provided him. It made him feel comfortable, like he was back in his childhood home with his father and his brothers. Within a few moments, Rodney had drifted off into a relaxing nap.
Falling into such a deep sleep, Rodney couldn’t feel anything as his bulky arms grew thicker and more toned, making the muscles he’d already built there more pronounced and established, as well as even larger. His pecs followed suit, swelling in size as they became more pronounced. Due to his life on farms, Rodney developed into a large, powerful man with large muscles, however he hadn’t gone to the gym to tone them, so he didn’t have the greatest physique and his stomach carried a good bit of weight, being firm but lacking any sort of prominent muscle shaping or structure… until now.
In his sleep, Rodney released an unknowing grunt as the extra weight on his stomach melted away and tight abs taking its place one by one until six had formed. Underneath the new abs, the extra weight around his waist melted away just enough to give him a visible adonis belt. Even inside his socks that look like they’d been patched up quite a number of times, Rodney’s already large feet were growing, stretching out the threading until it finally gave in and his toes erupted from within.
Rolling over on the couch, his legs only grew wider, his thighs and calves thickening with his overalls until it too had finally had its strength sapped, and begun to tear, exposing his now massive legs. His hands were no exception to the growth. Growing in size, he crushed the remote he had forgotten to put down in one of his still-growing hands. As he snored away on the couch, his swelling shoulders, pecs, and biceps were fighting a winning battle against his shirt, causing rips and tears to form across it until the fabric gave in and peeled off his growing body. The couch beneath him, creaking and groaning, struggled to support a still growing Rodney’s weight. His torso and legs extended, increasing the gentle giant’s height in addition to his ever-increasing musculature.
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