#non binary farmer

In the background, they can hear the occasional moo of their cows and the cluck of the chickens. It blends into a warm, comfortable cacophony of sounds as they keep chopping away one tree at a time, sweat rolling down the back of their neck and their body feeling more in tune with themselves than it had in a long, long while.

Still, that does not mean that they necessarily heed the desperate plea of their bladder to get emptied out finally. They’ve hopped out of bed and gone to work even before the first tender rays of sunshine had peeked over the mountains surrounding the valley, enjoying the fact that they don’t have to go and do a morning toilet if they don’t want to.

They’re alone, it’s their property, and they can do just about whatever the Hell they want. Like torturing themselves with the desperate need to let go just the way they have been dreaming of back in the city.

Where they still had been too afraid of what others might think of them if they were somehow get caught.

No, this is their land and the chances of anybody coming to visit them is so slim that they feel very much free to do whatever they want. And that happens to be not allowing themselves to piss until they just have to let it run whenever it gets to be simply too much.

They’re getting close to that point, they can feel it. Every now and then their body suddenly breaks out into goosebumps and a heat totally unprovoked from the sun standing stark above them is washing through them.

They have to pause then, leaning heavily onto their ax while lightly rubbing their abdomen. They feel so damn full with piss that they are surprised their belly isn’t more visible through the old, nasty overalls they’re wearing.

The pauses in-between swinging the ax become more and more frequent. The impact of the blade hitting the tree keeps traveling up their arms and over their shoulders down into their body and the longer it takes the more sensitive they become to the sensation.

Low groans of pain keep crawling out of their throat, sweat dripping into their eyes more from still holding on to their bladder than the sun shining down on them unforgiving. They can’t let out even small squirts of piss, feeling that once the floodgates are opened up even a little bit, there will be no going back.

When a sharp pain suddenly lances through their body, causing them to buckle forward and clutch their abdomen, they know that they’ve dragged the whole thing on for long enough. They let the ax slip out of their grimy hand where it falls to the ground with a dull thump.

The Farmer staggers into the nearest shadow and curls their arms around one of the slim trees growing on their property in a desperate hug. Sweaty cheek pressed against the bark, they just close their eyes and breathe for a few moments to calm themselves. Maybe they can hold on to it for a little longer yet? Just a tiny bit more?

The pressure on their bladder is insane. It keeps sending waves of pain and pleasure through their system, their skin pebbled in desperate, sensitive goosebumps.

The sounds of their farm become louder, gradually filling their head as they stand hugging the tree and just experiencing it all from the rough bark beneath their sweaty cheek to the overall that has been slightly chafing their thighs because they did not put on any underwear before getting out to work.

There are a few little birds whose little tweets suddenly sound almost unbearably shrill-

and then they lose the fight against their own body. Just as they’d been dreaming of for years, Farmer is starting to wet themselves helplessly, head rolling through their body like a volcanic eruption and sweat prickling under their arms as the first hot, thick spurt of piss jets straight into their dirty old overall.

The relief they feel is euphoric. The prickling goosebumps crawl up their neck and over their skull, knees feeling weak as they just let it all go, piss quickly soaking into the thick jeans fabric of the overalls before running down their legs once they’ve soaked up enough liquid.

The heat is even greater than the one from the Summer sun that they’ve fled from.

The mess slides down their legs and starts to pour into their boots. For some reason that is the thing that shakes the Farmer to their core. Like pissing on their own feet is the thing that really drives home how nasty they’re being just now.

They manage to keep on their feet for a few long seconds before giving in to their shaking knees and slowly sinking down to the ground, still hugging the tree. The stream of hot piss is seemingly unending. It just keeps going and going, quickly building a puddle that the Farmer is kneeling in before the dry ground greedily soaks it up.

They’ve never felt anything more liberating than being in their own plot of land and just pissing themselves, not caring about what anybody might think.

It feels so good to finally empty their bladder that tears involuntarily shoot into their eyes. They press their forehead against the tree, breathing heavily through nose and mouth and smelling the acrid scent of their own piss.

Every now and then a hot shiver of arousal shoots up from their belly but it is just a side thought in the grand scheme of things. They haven’t done this to get off; not primarily, anyway. They’ve done it because they had been fantasizing about this very moment for so damn long. Finally just being a little pig on their own farm.

It’s downright disappointing once the hot stream of piss starts to peter out and only a little trickle remains. They’re panting, heart racing in their chest and fingertips feeling numb because of their death grip on the tree.

Free.

One of the major benefits of working on a farm was the exercise from manual labour. Now, Ki wasn’t someone who really exercised regularly back at home seeing as they were an IT consultant who sat in their chair all day taking phone calls. Coming to the farm had been the perfect excuse for Ki to grow as a person but also get fitter and stronger.

Ki was skinny and petite; measuring at around 5’5 with a small waist. They had grown with their mother’s build and frame rather than taking their fathers. Ki didn’t mind this so much, even when others made fun of his height because they were smaller than a lot of their peers. For this, it was a surprise to them that every day on the farm, Ki not only felt stronger but looked a lot stronger. 

It wasn’t just Ki that noticed either. 

When it came to Shane finding attractive features on Ki, it wasn’t particularly difficult. Ki was a beautiful person who had survived so much adversity and in return, helped Shane with the issues they were having. When Ki spoke of their own past struggles with alcohol and partying, it made Shane feel more like he could trust Ki. After all, Ki knew very much what it was like to be alone with nothing but mind-numbing pleasures. 

There were also so many physical attributes that Shane found attractive and slowly but surely, Ki was getting strong looking. Not overly muscle-y like a competitive bodybuilder but toned. You could see clearly that they were getting rather toned in the arms and it was something that Shane didn’t ignore. 

Especially when Ki, who seemed to not care very much for this, rolled up the sleeves of their shirt. It was starting to get warm. Their second summer was approaching and Ki knew they’d be waking up to a whole day of planting seeds. It was agreed upon themselves that Ki would deal with the farm and Shane would feed the animals, including their cat Buttons.

It wasn’t often Ki got to make breakfast but since they had prepared the land the night before, Ki was able to enjoy the summers morning with Shane.

“Shane, do you want coffee?” 

Ki asked to which Shane turned his head. Ki wasn’t the best of cooks. Ki, before coming here, didn’t actually really know how to cook and neither did Shane (unless it was drunk food) but they appreciated eachothers attempts. This time, Ki was attempting not to burn a full breakfast.

“Yeah, sure,” Shane said in response to which Ki just smiled and turned around. There was nothing out of the ordinary about the scene. Shane enjoyed watching their partner try and not burn everything. It was until Ki started complaining about the heat.

“Fuck. I think I really need thinner shirts...I’m frying in this,” 

It was then, Ki started rolling up his sleeves. What was a completely normal thing made Shane realise how strong Ki had gotten from work around the farm. Upon first arriving, he remembered Ki constantly complaining about manual labor but now they seemed to be doing so well. They managed to get so much done on the farm and they now had a beautiful stretch of land to show for it.

It not only showed how strong Ki was on the outside but on the inside.

Which was why when Ki was asking Shane what he wanted with his coffee, Shane kinda stared off into space. 

“Shane…!”

“...yeah?”

“Coffee? What do you want in it?” 

“...nothing,”

Ki chuckled to themselves, turning back to make the coffee. They finished the breakfast as well and Hey! It wasn’t completely burned! They placed a plate in front of themselves and then infront of Shane.

“...remember when you denied staring at me,” Ki spoke once they sat down. If Shane had been drinking, he’d have spat his coffee all over his breakfast.

“Excuse me,”

“Remember that conversation we had where you denied staring at me,” Ki was all smug that they caught Shane staring at them again, “Well, are you gonna still deny it?”

“I’m not hiding my feelings this time,” Shane said between a sip of coffee, “Just… never noticed how good you look these days. I mean, I think you are so good looking but you just…. Look strong,”