The Possession - Part 1

This is a Patron request for a theme that I'm certain I've read from various other authors, so this'll be my take. Here's hoping it is at least slightly unique in my own special way (at least in order to avoid any copyright disputes :P) . 

Things start slow, but we'll get to the good stuff in Part 2. Promise. 

Anyway, enjoy!

“Hello?” I called out, wondering if anyone was even here. My car had broken down and I’d only just barely managed to get it to this empty motel. Empty even of staff, or so it seemed. 

It didn’t look like much--just a single, flat building with maybe four rooms that opened to the outside. A larger structure in front seemed to be what amounted for an administrative office, although it likely doubled as the owner’s house. 

An owner that was conspicuously absent.

The lights were on, and there was a vacancy sign out front, and it wasn’t too late in the season, so I thought this was as good a place as any to try and get some cell signal and call for a tow truck. Guess I was wrong. 

But just as I turned to leave, a booming voice came from behind me. “Well hey there, friend, welcome!”

I turned and came face to face with the biggest man I’d ever seen in my life. He was standing behind the desk like he’d been there the whole time, and I had no idea how I’d missed him. At his size, there was just no way he could have just entered the office without me knowing. The floor would have creaked, the stairs would have chirped, and there would have been at least the shuffle of his overalls if he’d been hiding beneath the desk--not that he would’ve fit underneath there in any case.

Massive would be an understate. What little clothes he was wearing looked about ready to burst off him. He wasn’t even wearing a t-shirt, just bare-chested with his huge tits hanging over a belly that looked big enough to crush cans underneath from its weight alone. I couldn’t see his bottom half thanks to the front desk, but judging by the way his lovehandles rose high enough that I could just make out the tops of his ass cheeks through his overalls, I imagine it was all pretty much as huge as the rest of him.

And hairy. An unkempt beard absolutely dominated his face and ran straight into the pelt of fur that coated his chest and shoulders, and I could imagine it running straight down his back too. His arms were thick with coarse tufts that did nothing to conceal their size… or strength.

Everything about this guy was intimidating, except for his eyes. They seemed to be the only gentle and inviting thing for a mile around.

“Can I set yerself up with a room?” He asked.

“Um… no, I just had my car break down and I was wondering if you had wifi or a phone?”

The man laughed, a deep, throaty chortle that sent his entire torso wobbling in mirth. “Don’t have something as newfangled as ‘wifi,’ and the phone is sadly not working at the moment. Gonna have to wait till tomorrow fer repairs. So how ‘bout you take a load off.” 

I sighed. I wasn’t going to push my car another mile, but a night in a motel without internet did not appeal to me. Then again, what other choice did I have?

“Sure, fine,” I said. The man perked up and offered a hand that looked big enough to engulf my whole arm. And it did. 

“Name’s Jerry, welcome to my motel,” he said while waddling out from behind the desk with a keychain wrapped around a sausage finger. “Amenities include a bed, shower, and me,” Jerry said with another stomach-jiggling laugh.

I didn’t laugh, but I at least smiled at his attempt at humor. If he noticed my discomfort, he didn’t let on.

Jerry ambled his way to the room, completely blocking my view of pretty much anything that was in front of him with his swaying ass cheeks, which were pretty much as big as I figured they’d be. They were so huge that they even managed to showcase a bit of ass crack despite the height of the overalls. 

Not that it really mattered--the denim had been worn so thin on the back that I could practically see through it. 

I heard the clink of keys and Jerry stepped aside to allow me entrance to what would be my room. It was relatively clean at least, although a few stains on the floor told me that this was definitely a place that couldn’t afford to replace the carpet whenever someone spilled their coffee. At least, I hoped it was just coffee.

“The TV don’t work, so don’t bother turning it on, but ye got hot water and a clean bed. Oh, and since you’re the only one here,” I turned to see Jerry holding in his outstretched hand a stogie that actually managed to still look large despite his huge mit. “I haven’t had occasion to spark one of these bad boys in a long time. I was wondering if you’d do me the honor?” 

I didn’t smoke, and I was about to tell him so, but the look of earnest anticipation in his eyes was just so convincing. How could I refuse such hospitality? 

“Sure,” I said, and Jerry beamed.