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Patreon Compilation – Fic#312 – Leon/Mister X; Claire/Mister X – extreme size difference; belly bulge – That's Gonna Be One Hell Of A Report
🕑 Added 2024-11-20 06:19:30 +0000 UTCLeon/Mister X; Claire/Mister X – Leon gets finally caught by the huge bastard but instead of killing him, Mister X just lets out some steam, much to Leon's (and later Claire's) delight.
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Leon has long stopped trying to put a bullet into the big freak’s head; everything seems to just bounce off of him. He’s a one man tank, just steadily plodding after him; neither door nor wall putting up much of a fight against this massive bastard as Leon struggles to get away from him as fast as possible and try to think of a way to get him at least contained somewhere.
There just has to be a way!
In front of him is a chute, sparking as it keeps trying to close itself and gets stopped by another warped bit of steel. Maybe that’ll let him at least squirrel away once he squeezes himself beneath the opening. It rankles that he would have to hide like a damn little rat but he likes to think that he’s more intelligent than to think he can do… anything against this monster.
He throws himself to the ground, sliding across the floor slick with… stuff. He tries not to think too much about that. Behind him, he can not only hear the freak’s steps, but also feel them as they vibrate against the floor and into his stomach.
Leon is almost through to the other side of the chute, a triumphant grin twisting his face into a vicious snarl – when a huge hand closes around his ankle and pulls him back. His stomach drops.
Oh. No.
.o.
Mister X has started making sounds. Whenever he drives deeper into Leon, he grunts low and animalistic, and for some reason that is hitting Leon even harder than the absolutely massive cock that has been carving its way through his body for… however long.
His head keeps lolling back. He’s completely folded in half; a little doll with his legs hooked across Mister X’s arms and still kept somehow chest-to-chest with the large freak.
God, his cock is so big inside of him. Leon’s hole has long since capitulated; just pathetically opening up for the massive dick reaming him and helplessly mouthing at the veiny shaft. His mind is filled with visions of that gloriously fat dick as much as his intestines are.
Shit. Who would have thought being a size queen would come back to bite him in the ass like that? Or maybe it is a boon? He doesn’t think he’d even lived through the treatment if he wasn’t regularly trying to fist himself…
There’s the sound of a door slamming and the squeak of boots skittering to a halt.
“L… Leon? Leon?!”
He blinks slowly and cranes his neck around. Mister X has stopped thrusting for now, his huge chest heaving in labored breaths that he hasn’t yet shown during his many chases of Leon. Heh. Leon’s pussy is just that good.
“Oh,” he croaks when his swimming gaze finally lands on Claire’s horrified face somewhere close to the floor. Far, far away from where Leon is throning on dick. “Claire,” he says, trying not to sound all too cockdrunk, but from the odd look on her face he does not think that he quite manages. “How… how’re you doin’?”
“How am I-” she interrupts herself, shaking her head and staring from Leon to Mister X and back. “What is going on, Leon?” she asks softly.
“Gettin’ fucked,” he replies, head lolling back again because the big freak’s cock is flexing inside of him as if he is amused by the two little toys that have found themselves within reach of his freakishly long arms. “Think I found… think I found myself a boyfriend.”
Claire doesn’t reply for a long while. Leon can’t make himself crack his eyes open and look at her because that would mean having any control over his own muscles when, in fact, he’s just a useless puddle of dick right now.
“Are you hurt?” Claire asks carefully. She has the sound of someone that is trying very hard to remain calm and not agitate the rabid bear they suddenly encountered. Which… fair. Leon is not all too sure if Mister X’s good mood will extend to her. He opens his mouth to try and tell her to leave slowly, but what comes out instead is: “No… fuck, it’s so good.”
He somehow manages to roll his head around until he can look at Claire again up-side-down. She still looks disturbed by what she stumbled across, but he can see it in her face: she is intrigued.
.o.
Mister X pulled Leon off his dick and carefully laid him down on one of the desks haphazardly standing around. He turns the full force of his quiet, oppressive attention toward Claire. Leon honestly feels like a well taken care of toy which makes it difficult to be disappointed that his massive, glistening cock has been dragged out of him. He feels empty now, but he also doesn’t think that he’s been completely cut off from the treat.
He can see those dark, glistening eyes briefly get stuck on staring on him lying there with his belly smeared in cum and his cock already back to being painfully, embarrassingly hard.
Claire is picked up next. She makes soft, panicked little noises but she’s not fighting those huge hands half as hard as she could. As she is being lifted and turned around and carefully inspected from all sides to, Leon supposes, figure out what best to do with her, their eyes meet.
It’s just a brief moment of mute understanding; a low-key horror creeping through their veins and fuelled by the both of them evidently being huge nasty sluts that get off on being manhandled by a large freak with a massive, gray cock.
Mister X is surprisingly careful opening her pants and peeling them down her legs. Leon’s mouth opens as he sees a long string of slick sticking to the insides of her panties; glistening and wet and fuck her pussy must be absolutely drooling.
“Shit,” he whispers and Claire’s eyes snap back to him. Her arms are held by her sides by Mister X holding her like a glorified fleshlight. Her face flushes a bright crimson. As they stare at each other, Leon slowly reaches down between his own splayed legs, fingers carefully feeling up the buttery soft, loose rim of his hole. It feels completely ruined; like it will never go back to the size it has been once. But that thought also produces a hot, prickling sensation in his gut.
Claire grits her teeth and whines through them as the big freak starts to pull her pussy onto his cock. The noise quickly spikes in pitch and intensity when his glans becomes wider and wider. Leon is almost drooling, thrusting three fingers into his own loose cunt.
“You need to let it happen,” he tells her in a breathy whine himself. “Just accept it. Relax. Fuck, it’s so big, isn’t it? It’s so massive.”
Claire throws her head back. Her teeth are dug so hard into her bottom lip that Leon is surprised she hasn’t bitten it bloody yet. Suddenly her mouth snaps open into a whorish ‘o’. His fingers drive deeper, wrist aching with the odd angle but somehow still managing to rub up against his prostate.
Her eyes are glazed over as she slowly gets pushed further down onto cock. Mister X is surprisingly gentle like that. His face is expressionless, chin against his collar bones, staring down where he is spearing into his new little toy.
Leon can’t see that place but what he can see is Claire’s stomach starting to bulge with cock the deeper the huge guy rocks into her. At some point she squeals like a pig as he presses into her cervix, at which point he surprisingly enough takes pity on her and changes holes up to drill into her ass.
Leon is just a mindless beast, trying his hardest to fist his own, loose ass, watching Claire loose her own inhibitions as her eyes keep rolling into her skull and look more and more brainless whenever they come back down to throw a wild look Leon’s way.
He can imagine well how she feels. As she gets carved out by cock, pleasure jolting up her spine and radiating out into her body until it feels swollen somehow. Until it feels like she is going to explode if this freak manages to cram just one more inch into her overworked, panicked boy.
Leon wonders how it would feel like to slide in alongside that massive dick. To use her poor, abused pussy as she got impaled on cock at the same time. She probably would barely even be aware of him; he’s laughably small compared to this beast of a monster.
And Mister X doesn’t make a sound. Nothing beyond a grunt or some labored breathing. He fucks like a machine; slow and careful but relentless; opening them up more and more until they’re soft and pliant and can be pulled over his cock with such startling ease…
Leon has no idea what will happen in the aftermath. Will Mister X just kill them? Will he leave them there to catch their breaths and get back to work protecting the city somehow? Will he clutch each of them beneath one arm and drag them off to be his personal pets?
God, fuck, it’s so messed up not to know which outcome he would prefer most.
