Chapter Two

Blu

Engrossed in the scene on the computer screen of a huge Daddy cradling his very naked boy in his lap, stroking his cock while praising him for letting him take care of him, I jerked out of my daydream at the strident voice behind me. Heart racing faster than a potato could roll down the big hill on the far side of town, I side eyed Father.

Blocking out my brothers so they didn't get to hear what was about to go down, I braced for the lecture that was surely coming my way. Being the youngest, no one really paid me much mind unless it was to tell me off for being too exuberant, like it was a bad thing, since Frenchie had gone and found his mate. My excessive energy didn't seem to be any kind of problem at harvest time, when I got the most work done. No one ever thanked me for that.

"Blu, what in the name of a potato god is that?" A finger jabbed at the screen as he screeched, "Are you watching pornography?" Father's head came over my shoulder, his gaze narrowed on the screen. "Daddy and his baby boy."

I considered saying it was an accident, that I'd somehow found the site by chance. But Father would hear the lie and I hated pretending. Maybe that was why I had forgotten to lock the door this time?

Kink, I liked it… a lot. I differed from most of my siblings. I was the ‘happy, bouncy, annoying Blu' who was always getting into trouble without Frenchie around. And I could see nothing wrong with wanting a Daddy. The websites I'd found said so. At twenty-three, I was ready to find someone special, and I'd long since realized it wasn't going to be in Potatoville, despite what my family thought.

"Answer me, Blu. What is this and why are you watching this… filth in my home ?" As the sound of the boy coming filled the room, Father snatched the laptop and snapped it shut so hard he probably cracked the screen.

Slowly, I turned to face the man who was never happy with his lot in life, but chose not to do anything about it. From my blue hair to how I dressed and worked in the fields, he'd never understood who I was. I'd come to realize I would die in this oppressive town, from the inside out, until I was nothing but a husk of a potato. Conformity sucked big hairy potatoes.

Even though it was out there that potato shifters existed, it was as if the bubble around town had gotten smaller, more restrictive. Holding Father's stare, I realized this was it. I either stood up for myself or lived a life that would never be fulfilling.

I rose from the seat. At barely five feet tall, I strained my neck back to keep eye contact. "It's not filth. It's two men finding love and acceptance in a relationship that works for them." At the sneer on his lips, I pointed at the laptop he was clutching. "There are many men in committed relationships with this type of dynamic. It's not wrong or porn, that's just your dirty mind. They share aspects of their relationship so folks like me," I jabbed a thumb at my heaving chest, "can see that there is nothing wrong with me wanting this kind of relationship."

Father was going to be a steamed spud, the way he reddened and started frothing at the mouth. "Not in this house is that… normal! I will not tolerate this under my roof, and you will desist from looking at this type of filth. You will act in a way that is befitting of this family's status in the community. "

Feeling the ache of the tears at the back of my eyes, I fought them and swung around, dropping to my knees by the side of my bed. Reaching beneath, I grabbed my backpack and then rammed in the random clothes sitting on the bed.

"What are you doing?" Father exclaimed in a strangled tone.

I didn't stop as I went about the room to grab and shove anything of value I owned inside the pack. "Leaving. You said you won't tolerate my behavior and I'm not going to change. I wanted to go before and you stopped me, put pressure on me about how family should stick together. Protect each other." My gaze swept the room to check I had everything. The stash of money I'd squirreled away was in my hidey place, which I'd head to on my way out of town.

I met his angry stare. "What you want is me to conform and I'm sorry I'm not going to make myself shrink into your mold of what you feel is acceptable. So it's time I stood on my own two feet and went out into the big wide world."

Sailing out the door, I shoved aside my terror of the unknown and how I'd cope alone, sending out all kinds of positive vibes that I'd find my Daddy, and fast.

"If you leave, don't expect the door to be open and welcoming when you return. And you will return, you mark my words," he called after me.

No one witnessed the tears running down my face as I exited the house, giving him my silence. At my hidey place, I pulled out the tin of cash and shoved it into the bottom of my backpack, slinging it over my shoulders. I sniffed as I swung around to stare at the town, wiping my nose on the back of my hand.

"It's gonna be alright," I muttered and despite the fact my voice didn't hold a lot of conviction, I felt a release of the pressure that had weighed me down since I'd figured out who I was. "I got this." Standing tall, I turned and headed down the long road that led away from town.

It didn't take long for the darkness to surround me when all I saw were fields of potatoes on either side of me. My sneakered feet made little sound on the dirt road as crickets chirped and lightning bugs danced over the fields.

Cell phone in hand, I put on the flashlight to illuminate the ground when I tripped on a rock for what felt like the hundredth time, jarring my back. The backpack wasn't weighty, but after two hours, it was feeling much heavier.

In the quiet, I heard an engine long before I saw the lights of the large vehicle trundling carefully down the dirt road towards Potatoville, that was more potholes than road. This road only led to town, so I could only surmise the person had gotten lost.

I checked the screen of my cell; it was a little after ten pm. No one traveled into town at this time of night because there was nothing to do there.

When they got closer, I waved my cell phone, making sure they could see my flashlight. As the huge motorhome slowed and came to a stop ten feet from me, I got a funny sensation in the pit of my stomach. An impulse to shift into my potato form came with such suddenness that I struggled to remain upright.

The driver's door opened and a stimulating scent wafted from inside the cab on the warm night air. A groan, purely instinctual, was out of my mouth before I registered why. Running at the open door before my brain and body could work together, my shin hit the metal step. I cursed, looking up to meet a pair of coal-black eyes in a face made of all hard lines and angles. Pain that a moment ago ran up my leg, no longer registered as the huge guy hiked me up without ceremony and with such ease, my dick became harder than the metal I'd hit.

In his lap, a rumbling noise came from whatever animal was inside him and sent my potato into what felt like a hot, fat meltdown. Our gazes held and an innate sense of knowing swept through me, along with a dizzying wave of lust.

Mate, he's my mate!

The shift was so fast I had no time to blink, and my backpack thudded to the ground through the open door as my clothes pooled on the biggest cock in the history of cocks. The scent of the man was too much to resist, and I burrowed out of my clothes to nestled against the hard flesh just under his sweatpants.

How many times would it take to roll over his cock to get to the end?

I couldn't wait to find out.