Cock Theft Preview!

I put the hypnosis story on hold to belt out this short piece I had involving cocktheft.  It's short and sweet, and I haven't decided whether or not to even bother naming "the fat guy", since I think it's unnecessary.  Needs a better title though. 

Anyway, enjoy!

As they entered the bedroom, Chris crossed his arms and ordered, “Ok fatso, let’s see what you got.” 

They’d met online on a site specifically for size queens. Chris was a respectable 8 and a half, but this fat guy messaged him saying he was a full out 10 inches. Chris hadn’t believed it, but that was large enough for him to ignore a few extra pounds if it were true.

Maybe more than a few extra pounds - more like 100. The guy was big; big belly, big tits, big legs, big arms, big face, big everything. If the pattern held maybe he’d have a big cock too? Chris hadn’t seen much in terms of a bulge when they’d med up at the coffee shop, but then again there was usually a gut blocking his view. He wasn’t pretty, but if he was as big as he said he’d get over it. He hoped.

The guy smirked and started taking off his shirt, letting Chris drink all that bulging flesh in. Feeling more dubious by the second Chris, followed suit slowly. As the fat guy reached under his gut to undo his belt he turned around, giving Chris an unobstructed view of a very full moon and denying him even a preview of what was surely a massive bulge. Chris scoffed inwardly as he stepped out of his own jeans. He was starting to have a bad feeling about this.

Finally the fat guy was nude, wide back and love handles on full display. He looked over his shoulder and waggled his hips playfully, which caused the meat of his back and ass to jiggle for a moment. Chris was unimpressed and losing patience fast. “I’m waiting,” he said, with a slight edge to his voice.

“Oh fine,” the guy huffed before turning around. There, buried in a thatch of pubic hair and nearly obscured by his sagging belly, was the smallest cock that Chris had ever seen. It was more of a nub barely an inch long than a penis. 

Chris seethed silently for a moment, staring at him in the eye. The fat guy smiled back and shrugged. “I’m a grower?,” he offered, but Chris didn’t buy it.

“Alright, fuck this. I’m out,” he said and reached for his pants. Then, moving faster than anyone his size should be able to, the fat guy grabbed his wrist, hauled him back up and bodily hurled him onto the king size bed. Chris was disoriented by the sudden display of power, and while he was trying to understand what had happened he felt something warm and heavy pressing his torso into the mattress while hands like vices pinned his own above his head. 

Chris collected himself only to see the wide, beaming face of the fat guy looming down at him. He was pinned beneath his weight, trapped. Chris was strong, but he wasn’t strong enough to overcome this guy’s full mass. He must’ve weighed a ton since nothing he did could get him to budge. All he could do was squirm and feel his naked body rub slightly against the yielding bulk of the guy on top of him. Then that bulk started to move.

Above him the fat guy began to gyrate back and forth, holding himself up just enough to drag his sagging excess up and down Chris’ body. Intellectually Chris was revolted, but at the same time it didn’t feel bad - it actually felt kinda good, like having a soft, heavy blanket rubbing against you. Despite himself, he could feel himself start to chub up beneath the man mountain on top of him.

The fat guy could feel it too. “There ya go, I knew you’d come around,” he breathed while continuing to grind. Chris could feel him shift his weight so the focus was on his groin, the thick flesh caressing his cock until he was steel hard and sinking deep into the guy’s fat. Then he shifted again, and Chris felt a hardness slide against his own.

He was surprised: he really was a grower! Chris hadn’t thought the tiny nub could be more than a few inches hard, but it already felt like it was almost as long as his own 8 and a half inches, and it was still growing! As he felt the solid heat  reach his tip and then surpass it, Chris’ eyes widened in delighted surprise. The slightly wobbling cheeks still beamed down above him, his heaving gyrations and growing arousal causing him to breath heavily. 

“Told you I was a grower,” he quipped as Chris felt his giant cockhead crawl up to his navel. It now felt like the fat guy’s cock had dwarfed his own and there was a coke bottle between the two of them. Chris had never been more turned on, and moaned. The big man chuckled and leaned down to silence his moan with a kiss, which Chris returned eagerly.

As the two made out he never stopped his grinding, the fat man relentlessly mashing his massive tool into Chris’ as though he were trying to beat it into submission. Chris moaned again around chunky lips, the constant stimulation of the heavy body surrounding him and the massive cock against his own driving him to heights of pleasure he never thought possible without insertion. He was astounded to find himself close to cumming. 

The fat guy could tell, and he redoubled his efforts to grind out his load. Chris’ moan became louder and louder, his squirming beneath the bulk more frantic, until finally he could feel himself peak and fill what little space remained between them with his cream. The fat guy chuckled but continued to grind his titanic tool into Chris, causing him to shudder uncontrollably.

It would be minutes before he’d stop, and minutes more for Chris to come down from his orgasmic high. Once he did he sat bolt upright to see the fat guy kneeling at the edge of the bed, and the most enormous cock Chris had ever seen dangling in front of him. Easily 10 inches long and as thick as Chris’ forearm, it was actually so huge that it lifted the guy’s belly, the sagging flesh indenting and spreading around where it protruded beneath.

Suddenly the man’s morbid obesity no longer mattered - all that mattered was his giant cock. Chris practically dove between thighs bigger than his waist to slip that cock in his mouth. Or try to - the purple head was so large it could barely fit, and he couldn’t even get a third of its length down his throat. He settled for using his hands to simultaneously push back his belly and stroke as much of the shaft as he could reach. 

It was hard work, and it wasn’t long before Chris broke into sweat from the exertion, but he was soon rewarded by a burst of cum and a deep moan from above him. Chris latched on to the firing head to suck down each blast, and was amazed as his mouth was quickly filled to overflow. The cannon-like dick slipped from his mouth with a loud pop, and Chris merely lay beneath him as the fat guy’s body quaked with each load he shot over Chris’s prostrate form.

It was so hot that Chris felt himself harden again, and reached down to his cum-covered groin to stroke himself. Only when he reached he couldn’t feel his dick. Alarmed, he got up to look down at himself and was shocked at what he saw. His formerly proud 8.5 inches was now reduced to barely 4, his wrist thickness now hardly greater than his thumb. 

In dismay he turned to the fat guy to see him hitting his own belly with his cock like a club, the dull slap somehow much more menacing than it sounded. “Like I said - a grower,” he said with a cruel smile. “If you’re lucky I might even give you a little bit of this badboy back. But first - turn around.”