The farmer started the year with an amazing field of product and as the seasons went by and the new farm started to attract the attention of wildlife, the stalks that would normally flourish were suddenly picked apart by the insatiable birds who plagued the land. The farmer tried all sorts of remedies and possibilities until the inevitable option had appeared before him. Gathering some old clothes from his closet, some rope from the barn, some burlap from the coop, and finally some hay from the fields, he found himself pushing the large post up until hanging in the center of the field was a tied together man of hay and cloth. His name was Doug.
This scarecrow had kept the birds away for years, the farmer always coming and checking up on his needs, making sure he would stuff his belly full or to tighten the ropes around his wrists so that he wouldn't fall. The scarecrow grew fond of the farmer, appreciating his efforts to give him meaning. Years passed and eventually the farmer stopped coming back to check on him. The birds stayed away until time made the ropes loose and hay fell out of his stomach and his arms lolled at his side and eventually he toppled over, his head hanging loosely as his waist remained pinned against the post.
The birds returned and picked at him until holes appeared in his plaid and hay stuck out of him like broken bones. The crops turned yellow and the scarecrow lost all hope until he heard the rustling of stalks.
"Over here, fuckers, we're almost there." Came a deep voice. A group of guys appeared, all of them wearing clothes for the fall season and they circled the scarecrow. One of the boys laughed at him, poking at his head until his hat fell off. The second pulled straw out of back that the birds had left behind from their pickings. The last one pulled on his dangling arms until his left one fell to the ground with a thud.
"My old man asked me to take care of him, but why the fuck should I? He left me all of this land and I'm going to sell it to make some cash." One of the boys chuckled. The scarecrow was hurt, partly because he thought that his creator had abandoned him, but even more so that the person who was left to take care of him had no compassion.
"Let's get out of here." One of the boys said and they started to leave.
The scarecrow's new owner remained, looking down at his picked apart body and scoffing. He shook his head and tried to walk away, but found that something was preventing his leg from moving. When he looked down, he almost screamed as he noticed the gloved hand of Doug wrapped around his ankle so tightly that he couldn't budge. Doug was not longer immobile and the hay bits started to pull the limbs back together as the rope tightened all by itself as though some outside force was helping to re-assemble him.
"What the fuck?" The boy said, struggling to get free and a look of panic on his face. He fell over into the field and looked up at the scarecrow who now towered over him with a menacing face filled with revenge. Doug reached towards his side and pulled out a rust nail that had been keeping him upright and brought it towards his burlap face. The point dug into the space where his mouth would of been and with a quick swipe, the hay stuffed in his head rushed out through the opening, more than anyone expected to be inside of him. Long strips created a pile on the ground at his feet until it was large enough to be human. Quickly, the hay pile slid towards the boy who had already been screaming, but it was soon muffled by the contents of Doug forcing himself down his throat. The boy bloated in areas where the hay was settling underneath his skin and as the last pieces flicked about, the arm holding his leg let go and the boy convulsed on the ground.
There was a silence as the hay moved along the inside of his body, filling the boy to brim with Doug’s essence. The boy’s eye’s fluttered until they shot open and he took a long deep breath into his hay filled lungs. The boy was no longer controlling his body, but the boy was now controlled by Doug who looked at his hands as he stood up. He flailed his limbs as he balanced, never having to walk before. when he found is equilibrium, he pulled at his shirt and tore it off, underestimating the strength his new body had. Underneath was a well built male with rippling abs and a slight happy trail leading up to his belly button. With his shirt completely removed he admired his physical form, flexing and feeling his strength. There was a stirring underneath his jeans, another feeling he had never felt before, but he was intrigued by the sensation. He slid his hand inside of his waistband and almost buckled over as he wrapped his fingers around his cock and a wave of pleasure tore through his body.
Removing his hand, he heard the boy‘s friends coming back through the stalks and grabbed his shirt, tying it around his waist.
As his friends appeared he gave a slight smile knowing he was going to blend in just nicely in his new husk. Despite there odd looks because of his sudden nudity, Doug joined them as the new owner of the farm and he had plans for his new friends, and plenty of hay to make them his slaves.
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