Monkey's Paw - Part 3

“Lick it, lick it you horse-dicked fuck,” Gavin teased. He did that a lot now. It had been just over a month since I made those wishes, and things kept… progressing. My cock was 11 inches long now and pissed jizz whenever I came. And Gavin, well, he’d kept getting bigger and more… aggressive in our lovemaking.

It was so fucking hot.

I was licking his armpits. Gavin hadn’t really showered in days--it was too much effort getting him up to take one. Instead, he’d call me over to give him a tongue bath, then I’d get turned on by his musk, he’d get turned on by my footlong erection, and we’d descend into carnal chaos once more.

“God, I never thought I’d have a boyfriend with a dick this big,” Gavin said, reaching down to stuff my hardon into one of his sweaty folds. I moaned--it felt heavenly. It was a good thing that Gavin had gotten so big, otherwise there’d be nowhere for me to put this thing. But between his tits, his lovehandles, his thighs, his chins, or even his navel, Gavin had plenty of flesh for me to sink all 11 inches into. And even if his own sweat hadn’t already, my constantly leaking pre ensured that no matter where it went, my dick was always well lubricated.

I humped his bulk mindlessly as I licked the hairy bulge of fat that denoted the start of his armpit. This went on for a while, the wet sounds of our strange copulation filling a bedroom that increasingly emitted an odor that could be smelled from down the hall.

Gavin was uncharacteristically quiet. Normally, his chiding was the backdrop to our lovemaking. But this time, he gently cupped my chin with a flabby palm and brought me face to jowly face.

“Babe,” Gavin said, all sincerity. He hadn’t called me that in weeks. “What’s happening to us?”

I sputtered. “Wha-what do you mean?”

“I mean,” he hefted a tit bigger than my head and let it fall with a wet slap, the impact sending ripples throughout his ocean of fat. “I don’t hate being this big. In fact, it’s kinda hot… but I remember a time when I definitely wouldn’t have thought that.”

“Well, um-”

“And this thing, god,” he reached down to my crotch and extracted my cock from the loaf of lovehandle that I’d been fucking. “Dicks don’t just double in size over the course of a month.”

I squirmed uncomfortably in his grasp, and Gavin gave me a patronizing look before he brought my cock up between his tits. Then he squeezed them together and rubbed them up and down my shaft. My dickhead kept sinking into the folds of his many chins, my precum adding to the beads of sweat already present.

This had become a move for Gavin, something he’d bust out whenever I felt anxious or afraid. It was sexual comfort food, and I ate it up greedily.

“I… may have made a wish. A few wishes.”

“You what?”

“I wanted more sex!” I blurted out. “I wanted you to be hornier and to be confident in your size so we could have better sex.”

Gavin’s expression didn’t change after my admission, nor did he change the pace of his titillating ministrations. “And this?” he asked, leaning down slightly to lick my slit.

“Oh, that was… I had three wishes, and I didn’t want to let one go to waste.”

Gavin laughed. “Well, I’m glad you finally came clean with me, you dirty, dirty boy,” he said as he increased the pace of his tit job. “But it would have been nice if you’d maybe asked me first.”

“I’m sorry…” I whined.

“Oh not yet you aren’t,” he rumbled, “but you will be.”

Suddenly, Gavin’s tits fell away and my cock was left cold, head still jammed into one of the folds that defined his chin. Then, Gavin did something I wasn’t even sure he could still manage. In a surprisingly swift move, he righted himself, wrapped both his enormous arms around me, and bear-hugged me into his heaving chest. He grunted as he lifted me bodily from the bed--the exertion more likely caused by lifting himself than lifting me--then twirled as he slammed me back down. The frame collapsed under the immense force caused by such a huge body performing the wrestling-style maneuver.

I didn’t know it at the time, though. I was seeing stars.

And flesh. Gavin was thankfully soft enough that it would yield around me even as I was body-slammed through the mattress. He didn’t cause any damage, but he did crush the wind out of me, and his malleable form filled in what few cracks between me and air remained. I was suffocating.

I panicked. I struggled, but he was so heavy, I could barely move. My arms just pushed into more fat, every pound I pushed would just be replaced by two more. I was drowning, drowning in everything I loved. I was scared. I was terrified.

And I was harder than I’d ever been in my entire life.

Everything started to fade. I could feel my weak limbs becoming even weaker, my feeble attempts at freedom becoming even more futile. A far-away voice that I couldn’t hear through the rumbling and rippling flesh told me to just give in, let it all go, to accept this perfect conclusion to everything. So I did.

And then Gavin heaved himself up, and I could breathe again. The first gulps of air--even as odiferous as they were--felt orgasmic. And as I hacked and coughed and wheezed, Gavin took my foot-long schlong and stuffed it inside his bosom once more. And then I came.

My wish had come with more than a few side effects. Besides being hornier than I’d ever been, I also came more than any human really should. The first blast hit Gavin in his many chins and soaked the two of us. The second managed to somehow miss Gavin’s entire upper body only to gracefully arc through the air and splatter the bedside wall. The third, fourth, and fifth blasts mostly splattered me, coating me in enough semen that I’d have looked freshly showered but for the off-white color.

The remaining shots were gentle enough that Gavin liked to grab my wildly firing hose, stuff my head in his jowly maw and suck down the loads that wouldn’t have come out his nose. He gulped audibly. I liked to think I could even see his form swell from the amount of jizz I was still pumping straight into this blimp of a man, but I knew even my colossal loads were just a drop in the ocean of his enormity.

My orgasms had also gotten longer in addition to being more voluminous. I lost count of how many times I convulsed, or how long Gavin lay draped on my lower torso sucking on my knob as it burbled out more cum after 30 seconds than I used to jizz in an entire night of sex. I flexed the head free, and the last of my load sprayed over Gavin’s fat fucking face.

I was dizzy. My head was swimming. I could hear Gavin say something but it all seemed like nonsense. The last thing I remembered was a look of concern, that something wasn’t right. Then I hit the mattress and let darkness overtake me.