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A Rewritten Life - Part 6
🕑 Added 2019-09-11 21:08:32 +0000 UTCSal noticed Garcia’s look of surprise and chuckled. “Like I said, everyone loves a good ‘bursting’ scene.”
He had to get a closer look, but dropping to his knees wasn’t easy for Garcia. Instead, he sort of half stumbled onto all fours, unused to his 500+ pound bulk. The sensation of his gut squishing and spreading across the floor was also a new one, but Garcia ignored it as he gazed upon the object of his fascination.
Nestled between thighs as large as a normal man’s waist and hidden beneath his sagging belly was Sal’s cock. He could see that the leather thong was actually more like a buttoned jockstrap--one whose metal snaps had popped open as the meat within it expanded to its full size. And it was indeed sizeable, like a kielbasa jutting from an overpacked groin, its own tumescence holding up a portion of Sal’s girth as it barely managed to escape the all-encompassing flab.
Garcia didn’t think it would fit in his mouth, but he was certainly going to try.
Sal helpfully reached down to lift his own belly and provide Garcia with better access to his cock, exposing several additional inches and pulling back the thick foreskin in the process. Garcia was drooling almost as much as Sal’s cockhead, which proved useful in lubricating the titanic member.
Garcia first grasped the base with one fat hand and heard Sal gasp somewhere behind the crest of his gut. Angling the head upward, Garcia then leaned over to flick his tongue over the slit to taste Sal’s essence. It was salty with a hint of sweetness, and it only made Garcia hungry for more.
He learned down further and placed the apple-sized head flat on his tongue, dragging it back and forth slowly to spread Sal’s pre over as many taste buds as he could. This drove Sal wild and he began to tremble, his blubber vibrating with pleasure and the effort of holding his own impressive bulk.
Unable to wait any longer, Garcia placed the entire head in his mouth and sucked like a lollipop. Then he dove down as far as he could go, which barely reached the halfway point. Even still, Sal moaned loudly and Garcia was gifted with a spurt of fresh pre cum even sweeter-tasting than before.
Fellating Sal proved to be difficult for a number of reasons. First, his one free hand couldn’t even come close to fully encircling Sal’s girth, while Garcia’s mouth was already straining just to get half the shaft down his throat. Second, his knees were already on fire simply for kneeling as long as he had already. And third, Sal himself seemed to be close to his breaking point in terms of holding up his own gut, his now sweat-coated hands losing their grip on his apron.
The first thing to go was Sal. After accidentally releasing his belly it surged forward in a tidal wave of flesh that completely covered Garcia’s head. The second thing to go was Garcia’s hand, which couldn’t hold back the advancing tide of Sal’s groin and belly.
His knees, thankfully, held up just long enough to continue sucking Sal off in order to get him over the edge. With a groan, the big leather-clad man came, shooting jet after jet of hot, salty-sweet cum into Garcia’s eager maw.
It was like nothing Garcia had ever tasted, and he eagerly drank from the tap for as long as it kept cumming. At the same time, Garcia could feel his stomach spreading out even further across the ground as each mouthful of cum seemed to add dozens of pounds to his already overburdened frame. Everything grew even larger as Gracia greedily sucked, with rolls and dimples forming on his stretch mark-covered back and thighs as his body slowly crept past 600 pounds.
Finally, Sal stumbled back, the last few jets of cum splattering all over Garcia’s face. Garcia simply sat there, dumbstruck as he pawed at his additional poundage, unsure how to even stand with the extra 100+ pounds added by Sal’s magic cum.
