A Rewritten Life - Part 8

Sorry for the delay on this one! It's been a busy week and I was only able to get around 400 words done before the weekend. Hopefully this makes up for it :)

The challenge to recording these feedings, Garcia knew, was being both the star and the director at once. Even while he was busy getting stuffed full by Jacob’s sweet treats and getting progressively more aroused by his ministrations, he was mentally keeping track of how long it had been since the camera first started rolling. His audience expected a smooth transition from feeding to fucking, and Garcia aimed to deliver. 

Luckily, Jacob’s timing was perfect. His entire arsenal of pastries had been depleted in as little as 5 minutes, leaving him with two free hands to wobble all of Garcia’s impressive girth. 

“You ready to get to the main course?” Jacob asked. Garcia nodded and then stood up to slowly undo his belt. Garcia stared and kept pinching his nipples as Jacob slowly undid his fly. Without any underwear to stop it, Jacob’s massive cock flopped out from behind his jeans and almost slapped Garcia in the face. It was huge and equally as appetizing to Garcia as the eclairs he’d just finished.

Being so wide, he had to bend over slightly in order to get Jacob’s cock into his mouth, but once inside he made a satisfied moan as though more satiated by the introduction of dick than food. Which wasn’t too far off. Even with Garcia’s newfound eating prowess, Jacob was just too big for Garcia to swallow more than halfway down the shaft. The rest he pumped with a plump hand, ensuring that the cameras could see just how much shaft there was left even after filling his maw.

Jacob groaned as he got worked over, Garcia’s mouth taking as much as it could. He made a few vain attempts at deep-throating the massive dong but gave up after nearly choking. Instead, Garcia resorted to running his tongue up and down the entire length. Jacob seemed appreciative all the same, letting out another groan as his shaft was thoroughly licked.

This went on for some time, and although Garcia could tell based on a quick glance at the livestream chat that his audience was very much enjoying the show, it was starting to get a little stale. Jacob seemed to get that impression too. “C’mon, fat boy, let’s see if you’re as good at taking dick as you are at sucking it.”

Garcia gulped. This was easily going to be the biggest dick he’d ever bottomed for. “Yeah, just, uh. Go slow,” he asked. Jacob didn’t reply. 

With a mighty heave, Garcia pushed himself up from the double-reinforced office chair he’d been sitting in and waddled over to the bed where he lay on his stomach, his mountainous backside at an angle to the camera so that it could see both his enormous heft and the enormous cock that was about to enter it. Jacob lubed up and strutted over, angling his kielbasa-sized organ at where he thought a hole might be, but missed. It took spreading Garcia’s mammoth cheeks and a lube-coated finger to finally find where it ought to go, and eventually Jacob lined himself up.

Without preamble, Jacob pushed in and Garcia nearly screamed. White-hot, searing pain scorched up his backside. It was all he could do to choke off a startled yelp. Jacob didn’t waste any time and just kept pushing and pushing until his pelvis was squished against the pillowy buns of Garcia’s ass. Then he pushed in another inch, squishing them down like you would an overstuffed hamburger.

The camera couldn’t see his face, but there were tears in Garcia’s eyes. This was way more than he could ever take without even a moment of loosening up, and if he wasn’t in a live stream he would have asked Jacob to stop. But he didn’t--for the fans. He endured, although barely, and only by biting his pillow hard enough he was worried his teeth might shatter.

Jacob was completely oblivious to Garcia’s plight. This was partially due to his expectation that a cam-whore like him was equally adept at all manner of sexual intercourse, but also partially because Garcia was so huge that his quaking just seemed a natural state for him. Shudders of pain or pleasure take on the same look and feel when surrounded by hundreds of pounds of lard. 

So Jacob did what he did best and railed that hole for all he was worth. It wasn’t long before the meaty slaps of his pelvis meeting Garcia’s ass left the fat man with angry red marks. Garcia was silent, but Jacob’s moans and grunts were more than enough to fill the room and provide a soundtrack appropriate to the moment. 

There were no switching positions at Garcia’s size, and Jacob knew it. That said, he did know how to play-up the moment for the camera. A few times, he took his entire length out and used a free hand to jerk the base in a sort of swirling motion. This did get a brief sound of surprise from Garcia, but it was immediately silenced as he plunged himself all the way back inside. Then he placed both hands on the folds of Garcia’s back and used them to hump like a jackrabbit for a full five minutes.

At this point, Garcia was merely drooling. His ass had gone completely numb but there were moments he felt brief jolts of pleasure as the sensation of his prostate getting mashed by such a massive intruder overrode the searing pain of being violated by what felt like an entire arm. Buried somewhere in his groin he could tell that he was leaking fluids of his own rising arousal. This may not have started the way he would have liked, but it seemed to Garcia that it may end where he had imagined. 

Suddenly, Jacob shouted, pulled himself out full, and slammed himself back in rapidly several times. Then once more he left Garcia barren as he came, a river of cum painting that fat ass in hot streaks of white. Once thoroughly soaked, Jacob plunged himself slowly back inside, causing Garcia to moan for the first time since his arrival.

“You’re a good cum piggy, ain’t ya?” Jacob asked. Garcia tried to not in agreement but it seemed to just cause his entire body to jiggle wildly. Jacob chuckled and moaned again, enjoying the sensation. Then he slapped Garcia on the side with a loud crack.

Garcia yelped, but then felt a lube-covered hand start digging between his legs before finally finding the cavern that of flab that hid his raging erection. Jacob was digging around for Garcia’s buried cock, but eventually found it. He started by pressing the lard around it, massaging Garcia’s dick with its own cocoon of flesh. Then he wrapped a few fingers around the head and shaft and began to gently tug. 

This was insane. The sensation for Garcia was entirely new and entire welcome from the extended and painful fuck he’d just received. All thoughts of the massive cock still buried in his ass were forgotten as his cock was played with. It didn’t take long for Garcia to let out his own shout and start squirting cum like a high-pressure hose, coating the hand and himself in jizz.

Jacob backed out with an almost audible pop, the remnants of his own load adding itself to the sluice of juices that coated Garcia’s groin and grundle. It took a few tries, but Garcia eventually got to his feet and waddled even more widely than usual toward his computer. He smiled weekly for the camera so everyone could see how exhausted he was, and then cut the feed.

“Same time next week?” Asked Jacob. Garcia agreed but decided he’d better order a bigger dildo and pay for rush delivery. He had a lot of stretching to do.