Monkey's Paw - Part 2

Sorry for the delay! I totally forgot to post these parts as I wrote them, but I guess the benefit is now you get two parts on one day! :)

At first, things were great. Our sex life had never been better. We fucked morning, evening, and night, and as Gavin piled on the pounds, he became more and more adventurous in bed. He’d started to bully me with his weight, slamming me between his bulk and the wall while we made out or letting his now hundreds of pounds pin me to the bed. It was incredible the turnaround in his inhibitions, and I couldn’t be happier.

That is until one day. It had been maybe three weeks since I’d made my wishes. Gavin was on all fours presenting an ass that had nearly doubled in size. His belly hung down to the mattress and spread out like pancake batter. The folds of fat at the back of his neck bunched up as he looked over his massive shoulder to wink at me as I approached, my towering hardon lubed and ready. I hotdogged those colossal buns, teasing him as I marveled at how much of my dick still managed to show past the crack of his ass.

Then I leaned over, aimed myself at his hole, and pressed. And no matter what angle I took or how hard I thrust, it just wouldn’t go in.

“Relax,” I ordered.

“I am relaxed,” Gavin whined. “C’mon, fuck me!”

“I’m trying!”

After thirty seconds of increasing pressure, I became frustrated and just whipped my hips as fast as I could. I managed to stuff my head in his unrelenting hole, but it was the tightest fit I’d ever had. And Gavin, well, he screamed. And not in the sexy, mind-shattering orgasm way. It was the unsexy, ‘I’m in immeasurable pain’ kinda way.

“GET IT OUT! GET IT OUT!

I stepped back and my purple head popped out with an almost cartoonish sound. I didn’t see any blood, but I didn’t try to push my luck.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I don’t know what’s wrong.”

“I can tell you what’s wrong,” Gavin said, hoisting himself up so I could see his pendulous tits jostle with the sudden movement. “You’ve got a dickhead the size of my fist.”

He was exaggerating, surely, especially considering his fists had fattened up with the rest of him, but staring down at myself, I realized he wasn’t too far off. I was… big. Way bigger than I was three weeks ago. I was easily nine inches long and thick--thicker than any porn star I’d ever seen. My still-turgid shaft was as thick as my wrist, and the purple helmet might have been the size of a fist if not Gavin’s.

“Fuck,” Gavin breathed out. “You got big.”

“Yeah,” I offered, nervous he might have caught on to my supernatural male enhancement.

“It’s hot,” he said, and I breathed a short-lived sigh of relief. “But that’s not going up my hole. You’ll tear my fat ass in half!”

“Then, what are we gonna do?”

“Well…” Gavin trailed a playful finger from the tip of my shaft up to my stomach before finally pressing his palm into my chest. “Maybe I could give topping a try?”

Before I could reply, Gavin pushed and I was sent toppling to the mattress. I didn’t even have time to protest before I was smothered in his bulk, his surprisingly strong arms pinning me down as his massive legs pulled mine up just enough for him to somehow scoot me into his lap. I could feel his hardon press into my cheeks, significantly smaller than mine but still a substantial tool, although much of his shaft had become swallowed by the ever-encroaching tide of his surging belly.

However, Gavin had figured out ways around his own anatomy that I wasn’t aware of. Releasing my arms, he hoisted his own gut so it spilled onto my groin, then he grabbed my legs so they wrapped around his waist. Then I felt him shimmy himself ever so slightly to line himself up perfectly with my hole. The tiny movements made delicious ripples throughout his anatomy. Then he pushed down on my hips while he brought his up with consistent and insistent pressure.

It had been years since I’d bottomed, but somehow, Gavin slipped inside as though he’d been fucking me forever. It wasn’t without discomfort, but it was largely overshadowed by my complete surprise, followed by pleasure. Incredible pleasure. As he rocked himself in and out his gut would rub up and down my massive cock, like I was fucking his belly as Gavin was fucking me.

I'd thought that the sex I'd had over the past three weeks was the best sex of my life. I was wrong; THIS was the best sex I'd ever had. I wanted this feeling to last forever; sandwiched between sweaty slabs of flab while getting fucked and fucking at the same time. I watched Gavin's tits heave which each thrust as he stared at the head of my cock just peeking past his stomach and leaking pre-cum between us.

We didn't last long. Even though it had happened as easily as if we'd been doing it our entire lives, this was the first time our roles had truly reversed. I came first, cum spraying into the air like a fountain and splattering both my chest and Gavin's torso. My spasms then caused Gavin to grunt, then roar as he filled me with his load.

We sat there for a few moments just staring into each other’s eyes, panting, and smiling. After a minute, I felt his hips move, driving his still-hard cock into my abused hole so that some of his own load spilled out. Then he did it again. And again. And again. And again, and I was still hard, and before I knew it we were already on our way to our second load of the evening. It wasn’t the last.

I didn’t know it then, but it was the last time my cock felt the inside of Gavin’s hole.