A Big Wish - Part 4

"Guys, check this out!” Wrote one insanely-hung guy on Chub City, a dating site Garett frequented. The picture beside the text showed what was possibly an arm-sized dick jutting out from beneath a hanging gut and from between two thighs as large as telephone poles. It was enough to get Garett to start to stiffen once more and made handling a laptop somewhat difficult as his cock kept trying to knock it to the floor.

Giving up, Garett placed his laptop beside him on the couch in order to give his dick room. It occurred to him that this was likely one of many changes to his daily habits he’d need to make.

Another chub replied, “Yeah, this is so weird! I went from being an innie to a porn star overnight! What the fuck happened?”

Garett grinned and navigated to another site. There, the scene played out the same way: fat guys posting pictures of enormous dongs beside comments of disbelief. The biggest dudes stole the show, but there were a few mildly chunky guys that also posted pics of modest gains in the cock department. 

“As cool as having a third leg is, you guys are going to have a hell of a time putting on pants,” one guy wrote. The reply from several more basically said the same thing: “We already hate buying pants, so this isn’t much of a difference.”

Garett was skeptical, but looking down at his 9.5-inch rod, he felt that he was probably going to have to avoid getting hard in public at the very least. 

Moving to the more mainstream porn sites showed a dramatic switch in content. There was still the usual muscle boys with big dicks throwing cum around, but interspersed between them were suddenly videos of fat boys with even bigger dicks jerking off on a couch, a towel, and in one case all over a mirror. Comments ran the gamut of ignoring the men’s girth to focus on their cocks to celebrating both. 

And of course, looking at all these horse-hung fat guys was starting to get Garett in the mood for round two. He idly began to stroke himself as his other hand continued to search through videos.

Then, an alert popped up on his messenger app. It was Ryan, a guy he’d hooked up with a few times but never really got to the point of actually dating. The sex was good, but they didn’t really have any chemistry beyond fucking. 

“You see what’s going on?” Ryan asked. Garett replied in the affirmative by sending a quick snapshot of his erection with his phone.

“Looks like you came out pretty good, but mine’s bigger,” Ryan replied, then Garett saw the notification that a picture was loading. It took a few seconds, but then Garett saw a cock that even dwarfed his own.

Ryan was what Garett considered to be a Big Chub. Given 20 more pounds he’d likely be verging on superchub territory, but the way Ryan carried his weight meant that he could push past 350 lbs without anyone noticing unless you knew exactly what to look for. As such, the terms of Garett’s wish were a particular blessing for a man of Ryan’s stature.

What was once a modest 5.5-inch rod with a typical mushroom cap had turned into an 11-inch python with a head shaped like an apple. It was undoubtedly the biggest dick that Garett had seen so far, and it was enough to cause his own impressive rod to start leaking pre-cum with excitement.

“You should come over,” read the next message. Garett protested, but then Ryan pointed out the obvious: “I can’t really come to you with this thing leading the way.”

Garett was about to reply that he wasn’t doing much better, but decided it was better to just head over. They could argue the logistics of a hook up after he’d gotten that dick in his mouth.

Unfortunately, Garett’s new tool made it difficult to appear decent. His usual tactic of simply flipping his cock upward so that it sort of melded into the flab of his abdomen didn’t really work anymore as a good inch or two of dick now made it above his belt line. Even discounting the obvious dickhead at his navel, the bulge alone looked like he was trying to smuggle a beer can in his groin.

Garett tried thinking unsexy thoughts, but it was impossible. In the end, he decided to go with a pair of jogging pants and an extra-large sweater. You could still see a bulge if you looked for it, but it would let him get to his car without anyone calling the cops. Or at least, Garett hoped it would.

He drove to Ryan’s with a persistent stiffy doing its best to take control of the wheel. After a few near-accidents, Garett eventually made it to Ryan’s apartment building. Waiting for a clear moment, Garett waddled out of the parking lot and made his way to the front entrance where he rang Ryan’s buzzer. 

An elderly woman leaving the building only gave Garett a slightly inquisitive glance as he made his way inside.