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A Big Wish - Part 2
🕑 Added 2019-09-22 18:52:40 +0000 UTC
Dom had no idea how he’d let himself go this far. At 250 lbs he said it was just post-college binging. At 300 lbs, he blamed his career. Now at 400 lbs, Dom realized he had to do something, and quick. So he did what so many of us do and got a gym membership.
What he forgot to do was buy gym clothes. The shorts and t-shirts he had stopped fitting around 40 lbs ago and now did nothing to hide his various rolls, folds, and bulges. However, Dom was the rare fat guy that honestly didn’t care what society thought of his morbid obesity. This would serve him well at the gym where he was easily the fattest guy there and the most scantily dressed.
Dom’s bigger gym wear would arrive in the mail next week, but he wasn’t willing to wait that long. It was time to start cardio, and that time was now. So he went to the gym, stuffed himself into clothes that left nothing to the imagination and got on the treadmill.
He hadn’t been for anything close to a jog in years, and the sensation of Dom’s mass all flinging itself in separate directions with each lumbering step was more than a little off-putting. Worse, Dom’s junk, which had remained safely nestled in a fleshy cave for the past year, seemed to think now was the time to finally make its great escape.
Over the next five minutes, Dom noted how his gut fell out from under his t-shirt, his enormous ass escaped his shorts to expose half his crack to the rest of the gym, and how his balls felt like he’d just spent his entire job battering them against the side of a running washing machine.
But again, Dom’s self-confidence meant that he could endure the amazed stares of his fellow gym-goers, even when a few of them seemed to be staring directly at his crotch.
After the timer beeped and his treadmill powered down, Dom lumbered his way to the gym’s change room while sopping away rivulets of sweat with a small towel. He expected his too-tight and now sweat-covered clothes to put up a fight as he tried to remove it, but his shorts seemed to be the most troublesome item. They adamantly refused to slip past his bulge, which was holding the entire ensemble.
Only then did Dom realize that particular problem was one he had to suffer since high school. Peering curiously over his own belly, Dom saw what appeared to be a package stuffed by at least three pairs of thick gym socks. Forgoing the shower, Dom merely kept his shorts on, donned a clean t-shirt, and drove home as fast as he could.
“Oh god babe, you feel huge tonight. Shit,” Rob moaned as his hefty boyfriend continued to pound his backside. Tule was one of those rare gems: a fat guy with a dick as big as he was. And he sure knew how to use it.
But on this night, something seemed to go wrong. “Shit, stop, stop a sec--It’s just… gimme a minute,” Rob said sharply, causing Tule to stop mid-thrust
“Everything okay?” Tule.
“Yeah, just… wow. You feel really big. I need a sec to adjust.”
This was unusual. Rob was already a self-proclaimed size queen with an arsenal of 10-inch dildos. Tule was big, but he wasn’t that big, and Rob NEVER had trouble taking him to the hilt. Reaching beneath his gut to feel himself, Tule realized he still had two inches left to give.
After a few moments, Tule pressed forward slightly but was met with a sharp intake of breath from beneath him. Then another slight push, followed by an “ow!”
“What’s going on? Are you sure you’re okay?”
“No… Take it out. Take it out take it out take it out, ow, ow, ow!”
Tule’s extraction was almost comical. He leaned back but felt like he’d only removed half his shaft. Then taking a literal step back, his crown seemed to catch on Rob’s entrance, requiring several tugs to finally break free. This was met by an actual scream of pain from Rob, causing Tule to rush forward to grab his lover in a comforting embrace.
After ensuring his boyfriend wasn’t seriously hurt, the two finally looked down to see what had caused such trouble. They both gasped in unison at what they saw.
Tule and Rob were the lucky ones. That night, emergency rooms across the country saw a rash of patients with inexplicable anal injuries, and all were accompanied by blushing, overweight men with very ill-fitting pants.
However, Rob and Tule were in the minority. Most of the suddenly horse-hung fat boys were former bottoms who suddenly felt the interesting sensation of their own erections slowly crawling over their bodies to eventually start slapping against their own guts as their smaller tops fucked them.
Some poorly-endowed fatties found their roles in the bedroom reversed. Others kept the same role as now they possessed cocks too big for anything other than vigorous handjobs.
It was a big change. But the news of this change was slow to trickle throughout society. It would be weeks before this strange event became widely known. That said, certain online segments found out right away.
