Two Becomes One

Decided to do something a little outside my normal wheelhouse. Not normally one of my fetishes, but I think this turned out pretty hot. Enjoy :)

“Look, I’m not really into a bunch of foreplay,” he said. I sniffed, letting my hand fall from his middle in what I hoped was still a provocative manner. He was the shy type--ashamed of his obesity. He’s hardly the first fat boy I’ve come across who didn’t like having his belly grabbed, and he likely wouldn’t be the last. 

No matter. Maybe he’ll still have a good time. I wasn’t too worried about it. To me, he was just a means to an end. 

He might not like it, but to me, his bulk was simply perfect: thick and wide in all the right places. Broad shoulders and squat hips were practically double my meager stature. His fingers were like overstuffed sausages, his neck a barely perceptible line where his double chin merged with his chest and shoulders. His shirt strained to contain two male mammaries whose nipples were both extremely large and extremely noticeable through the cotton fabric. 

His online profile said he was 275 pounds, but there was no way he was a pound under 325. Maybe even more than that. 

To me, his body was the perfect example of male heft. His abilities at lovemaking, however, left something to be desired.

“And can we do it with the lights off?” This time I turned and pouted. “Ok, fine, but we’re doing it doggy style.” 

I smiled back and nodded eagerly. That position would do nicely for what I had in mind. 

I watched him remove his shirt, noting gleefully how his tits tumbled free. He remained stoic but I could tell he didn’t like being observed as he disrobed. I didn’t care. This was part of MY foreplay. A sensuous visual appetizer before the feast yet to come.

He was breathtaking. A shock of hair between twin peaks, and then a vast expanse of lightly furred flesh, curved monumentally outwards and only sagging ever so slightly over his belt. It was enough to convince me of his softness, even though his jowly face should have been more than enough to do that already. 

Finally the pants. He actually blushed as he was forced to suck in his gut just to produce enough space so that he could undo his belt buckle. He seemed mortified, but it was actually quite charming. Then again, given his demeanor, I suspected he’d never been with a man who appreciated someone of such pronounced stature.

For all his embarrassment, he was still obviously excited. After managing to drop his trousers, I could see the tent formed by his erection even though it protruded hardly as far as his own middle. Boxers next, and I saw that he wasn’t particularly girthy either--perhaps the only part of him that wasn’t. 

That was fine with me. I was hardly a power bottom, and a modest cock meant that I’d simply be able to achieve my true goal all the sooner.

Fully disrobed, he lumbered his way over to the bed where I already lay naked. What I truly wanted was for him to flop on top of me and smother me in his corpulence while we messily made out like high schoolers, but instead I rose to my hands and knees, assuming the position I’d already agreed to. 

I lazily pointed to the bedside table where there was a bottle of lube waiting. He slathered himself, them me, and then without so much as a “by your leave,” he inserted himself into my rectum. 

It was more shocking than painful, really, and I grew accustomed to his presence within moments. I even started to enjoy the feeling of his belly resting on my upper back, his bulk hoisted high in order to facilitate his entry. His thrusts were short, as expected given the size of his dick, but the motion only further accentuated the weight that was now both inside and on top of me.

He wasn’t quite long enough to reach as deeply as he needed to, but it was still a pleasant sensation. I was hard, my own erection slapping into my toned abs with every jerk of the massive man behind me. Although, I’d be lying if I said my excitement was entirely due to the behemoth busily plundering my hole. There was something else I was far more interested in.

I let him thrust a few more times, then I muttered an incantation under my breath. His thrusts seemed to increase in pace as though reaching a crescendo, and then they stopped. He jerked his hips, and mine followed suit. He did it again, and again my body matched his gyration so perfectly there wasn’t a single millimeter of friction to be found. 

By then, my nameless lover had finally figured out that something was wrong. “What the--” he muttered, jerking once more, again causing us to move in tandem. “I… I think I’m stuck.” 

He was. He hadn’t yet noticed how the flesh of his hips now merged seamlessly with mine, the skin of my legs now connected to his far larger limbs. I remained silent as he continued to jerk and contort to no avail. Our torsos were beginning to sink together as his hands caught and then descended into my back, and it was at that point he became truly alarmed. 

“What the fuck? What’s going on?!” He was in a state of near-panic, but it was already too late. My slight frame was sinking into his far larger one, our two bodies inexorably drawing together. I could feel his cock not so much dissolve but move through me to its new position at my groin. My dick was significantly larger than his, and I gave a slight lament as I felt myself shrink down to his more modest proportions, his genitals now having completely replaced mine. To him it felt like his erection was now hanging in cool air rather than the warm hole it had so recently inhabited, and it must have come as quite the surprise. 

He desperately tried to escape, but his will was already not entirely his own. As I sank further into him, our limbs becoming one, his chest and neck now almost fully enveloping my own, I exerted myself to keep him still and let our synthesis complete in peaceful tranquility. I began to feel through him and then as him, his great circumference a delightful shock to the senses.

Finally, our heads converged and molded into each other. This was always the messiest part as our thoughts momentarily jumbled together, but my training allowed me to push down his consciousness almost without effort. A slight gurgle as our throats and mouths became one, and then I was simply alone and on all fours on a bed to myself, feeling my prodigious gut hanging below me. 

I sighed and descended to the bed, feeling the sheets drag across pound after pound of excess adipose. It felt so good to feel this wide, this heavy, this ponderous. I could feel his cock--now MY cock--grind itself into the pillowy flesh that covered my groin. It felt heavenly. 

For a few moments I did nothing but fuck myself, but I soon acknowledged I wasn’t quite heavy enough to frot my own belly to completion. I’d done that before with somewhat larger partners, but this one just didn’t quite have the anatomy for it. That’s fine--there were plenty of other pleasures to explore. 

I rolled over onto my back and peered down at myself, watching my enormous chest and belly rise and fall with my somewhat more labored breathing. I could feel how my bulk settled differently when I was on my back, how my middle spread out to either side, gravity stretching me like putty. I focused on my chest and the two eraser head-sized nipples that capped my twin mounds. I plucked them and immediately felt a tingle race down my spine all the way to the base of my balls making me arch my back and curl my toes. He was a nipple guy, whether he knew it or not. 

Gripping my tits, I pawed and kneaded them, pressing them together before releasing, each rough movement sending shivers throughout my corpulent form. I pinched each nipple, hard, and almost came from the sensation. They were so large and so sensitive, I’d have to be careful lest I end my evening prematurely.

Orgasm makes concentration difficult. While I likely could cum more than once and still maintain control, the weak-willed creature I inhabited would eventually break free and re-assert himself. I had to be gone by the time that happened. 

I must have spent dozens of minutes just squirming on my bed while tweaking my nipples, but eventually one hand began to roam, and there was so much of me to explore. There was the boundless plain of my middle, sparsely furred but with a deep and cavernous belly button that I delighted in sticking my finger all the way down to the second knuckle. There were love handles and stretch marks, creases and folds, and all of it surrounded by softness without a single sharp edge to be found.

Eventually I reached my hands to grasp the curve of my belly. I molded it, squeezed it, pulled it up and squashed it together. I never got tired of this sensation--of being malleable enough to change the shape of my own anatomy so dramatically. Further down, I felt a pearl of pre-cum roll down my shaft, and I knew there was still more booty to plunder.

I reached further down, chubby fingers tentatively exploring my groin. I had to reach ever so slightly over my own girth--itself a cherished feeling that I’d always considered the sign of true size--and then I found it. It wasn’t large, at least from what I could feel. I couldn’t see much over the horizon of my stomach, but it felt hard as steel. And wet. I was leaking like a faucet; another delightful surprise this body provided. 

No lube was required. I reached just a little further, covered my hand in my own juices, and then began to run my fingers up and down the shaft. My other hand grasped my nipple gently, wary of the twin sensations sending me over the edge too quickly. Then I grasped myself fully and began to stroke. 

It was far better than the sex I’d been having not a few moments ago. The feeling of so much in motion even with just the slightest effort was intoxicating. My body was like rippling waves in a sea of ecstasy punctuated by the electric shocks coming from my tits. Already I could feel my balls crawl up immense thighs to indicate they were ready to expel their precious cargo.

But not yet. I released myself, reaching down to feel those dancing orbs. They were heavy, full, and dangling further than I’d expected given the size of my dick. I rolled them in my palm, my other hand still pinching my nipple rhythmically, almost like it was jerking off a tiny dick itself. 

My fluids had become so copious at this point that they’d made a marsh of my pubes, themselves already an unkempt forest. Manscaping was not high on this body’s todo list, it seemed. I enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed everything else, the alien sensation of the dense tangle pulling at my skin as I ran my hand up and down my groin. God, I was so close even the slight discomfort of tugging at my pubes could send me over the edge. 

I stopped, opened my eyes, and just breathed. This was it. This was the ragged edge of total joy. Even a millimeter of motion would ripple throughout my body to send just an infinitesimal amount of friction to my cock and send me over. I wanted to live here forever, in this body, in this moment. 

I managed to last for maybe 5 seconds. Then the slightest over-exhalation was enough. I felt myself begin the long, slow tumble into orgasmic oblivion. I grabbed both my tit and cock as hard as I could, furiously tugging both to ride this for as long as I could.

I came. Fountanously, it turned out. Either he hadn’t cum in several days or he was merely an over-producer, but either way I shot one, two, six, and then a dozen ropes of cum several feet into the air, only for it all to fall back down and coat myself messily in semen. Each jet left a loud splat as it impacted my surface, and I imagined they added even more ripples to my wildly wobbling form.

My eyes were wide open the entire time. A long, low groan escaped my lips as I came, some jizz even making it into my mouth. It was wet and intensely salty, as one might expect from a diet that produced such enormousness. I noted every sensation with far more relish than this man had probably ever done so in his entire life.

A shame I’d have to give this body back eventually. But not yet. A long shower first to explore every nook and cranny (and there were so many of those to explore), and then at least one more thunderous orgasm like this. At least one, but hopefully more. I was growing awfully fond of the pleasure this body could provide.