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Another post about the most expansive piggy I’ve ever seen, @bodiebum. Look how much he blew up! He used to have skintight abs, but the traded it for skintight clothes it seems. He’s spilling out of those old workout clothes with all that blubbery pudge. He used to flex his muscles and abs all the time, but now he’s flaunting that enormous squishy fat gut around instead. It looks like he started eating and never stopped. What a gigantic porker! 🐷
(PS: This big fatso also take cash tips and food money if you want to see him blow up even bigger.)
God, I’m such a greedy fattening twink and I fucking love it. Every extra pound makes my soft belly hang heavier, my tits swell into juicy handfuls, and my ass balloon out into a fat, jiggly cushion that begs to be slapped and spread. Fat feels so good on me—warm, heavy, addictive. It turns my once-skinny body into a plush, wobbling fucktoy that gets harder with every bite. The fatter I get, the sluttier I feel, like my only purpose is to keep stuffing my face and letting this growing gut lead the way while I moan for more calories, more softness, more of this delicious, perverted pleasure of ruining my twink frame one creamy, belly-stretching meal at a time. Keep me getting fatter, please… I need it.
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At the ripe age of forty Captain Johnathan Kress decided to finally take the plunge and retire from the army.
He originally enlisted at eighteen, straight out of high school. Back then he was still fairly well built, but definitely didn’t have the muscle definition he does now after more than two decades of service. Beside an improved physique the only other physical changes to John would be the telltale signs of aging. Subtle wrinkles by his eyes, and streaks of grey hair beginning to spread from the sides of his clean-cut head.
Once he enlisted his first two years in the army were fairly uneventful. Most of his days were filled with various drills and training. It was only after he progressed to a first class private that his experience in the army took a rather interesting turn.
It happened one night when his squad had a recreational evening to themselves. John was feeling unusually restless and just couldn’t find himself enjoying the downtime. The best idea he could think of was to go burn off this pent up energy at the gym on base.
For the next hour or so John would run through his usual workout routine, but to no avail. Physically he managed to exhaust himself, but his mind still felt active and restless. With no other solution in mind John decided that he’d turn in early for the night after washing up.
When John reached the showers though he was surprised to discover that the fluorescent lights were still on. Not only that but John could hear that one of the showers was currently on. Usually no one was here at this time of night, so John was curious about who else would be here this late.
Stepping towards one of the nearby benches John plopped his small duffel bag atop it and took out a clean set of clothes and a towel. From there John began stripping off his sweat-stained ones and shoved them into the duffel bag to clean later. John then took the towel and wrapped it around his waist. He loosely held its ends with just one hand as he proceeded towards the showers.
Before he entered John wanted to take a glimpse at who was already inside. Not only to identify them but also maybe get some eye candy out of it. Normally John averted his gaze in the group showers to avoid an embarrassing erection, but being relatively secluded here tonight emboldened him to take a look.
With his back braced against the partially-tiled wall that leads around to the showers John cautiously peaked his head around the corner to peer inside. A line of shower heads steadily came into view till John noticed that the second to last one on the right wall was on. From there John progressed even slower till the occupant of the shower came into full view.
The man standing under the stream of hot water was quite the spectacle. From head to toe were all firm, toned muscles. Well-built calves and thighs topped with a pert pair of glutes. Shifting under the water gives glimpses back and forth between the cascade of back muscles and a sculpted chest and abdomen. His thick arms subtly flex as he runs his hands through his dampened, short, brown hair.
Even the littlest of details captivated John. The slight glisten of light that reflected off his wet, tanned skin. The light dusting of hair across his body with denser patches along his lower arms and legs, his chest and his phallic girth. The prickling of grey hairs at the chin of his beard. Piercing, deep hazel eyes that stare right through you.
…wait …eyes? …stare!?
The sudden realization snaps John out of his lustful stupor as he notices that the showering man has his eyes locked on him. Not only that but John also recognizes exactly who he’s been spying on; Sergeant Daryl Caber.
Flustered and panicked John immediately ducks back behind the wall he’d been peeking around. As he waits for his heartbeat to calm he closes his eyes and preys that the first class sergeant didn’t actually notice him.
Unfortunately for John a gruff voice is suddenly right by his ear, “The hell you think you’re doing here private?”
Again panicked John recoils back, causing him to stumble over himself and roughly land his ass on the tiled floor. Now down at a lower angle John is aroused, but more so frightened by the imposing figure of Sergeant Caber. As he looms over John with a stern scowl droplets of lingering water run down his still damp skin.
“I- I’m sorry sir. I just came here to- to shower, I didn’t want to… interrupt you,” John apologizes while trying to excuse himself.
“Oh, really?” Daryl sarcastically replies. “Then what was with all that ogling going on?” He followed up with a harsh, accusatory tone.
“I -uh,” John sputters as reality sinks in. He’d been caught red-handed with no feasible explanation that could get him out of this situation.
“Could it be it had something to do with this,” the sergeant continues as he gently plants one of his bare feet over John’s groin. This makes the private realize that not only had his towel fallen aside, completely exposing him, but also that his member was fully erect.
“I’m… sorry-” John meekly starts before a steady increase in pressure over his groin cuts him off. It’s not enough to be painful, but enough for John to squirm under the uncomfortability.
“That’s not an answer private,” Daryl pointedly spits. “What were you watching me for?”
“I… was watching for my own… pleasure,” John confesses as an embarrassed heat starts to flush his neck and cheeks.
“Pleasure…” Daryl drawls with an eyebrow raised mockingly.
“Yes sir,” John softly reaffirms, his gaze averted as he begins to subtly curl in on himself.
“Well then…” the sergeant sighs, removing his foot from atop John’s member.
Before the private has a chance to register the relief he’s suddenly shoved back with a new weight dropped down onto his chest. John recoils but before he has a chance to recover his breath he’s frozen by the new sight above him. Sergeant Caber has sat down directly on top of John with his legs pinning the private’s arms into place. The most shocking aspect though is the sergeant’s hard member hovering mere inches from John’s face.
“How’s this for a view then private? Pleasurable?” Daryl sneered. To further taunt the man below him the sergeant begins subtly pivoting himself side to side, causing his cock to bob back and forth in tandem.
As John lays there stunned he feels his heartbeat race ever faster. At a loss for words all John can do is watch as the sergeant’s member slowly sways in the air.
Suddenly with a resonating thud the sergeant slams the side of his fist against the wall to refocus John’s attention. “Answer the question, private!”
“Y-yes! Yes sir…” John hurriedly stutters a response.
“Good…” Daryl sighs. Taking the hand he just used to hit the wall, Daryl presses his erect member down further. Wafting its musk even closer towards John’s nose. “Then if you like this closeup so much… I’m sure you’d like a taste, right boy?”
“Yes… please sir,” John softly begs, invitingly opening his mouth for Sergeant Caber to proceed.
With a satisfied smirk, Daryl begins guiding his length into John’s waiting mouth. It smoothly glides over the private’s warm tongue till John seals his lips around the base of it.
“Oh~ that’s a good boy~” Daryl groans as he combs a hand through John’s very short hair. The sensation spurs John’s eyes to flutter shut, coaxing him to start leisurely rolling his tongue around the sergeant’s member.
Eventually John begins shallowly bobbing his back and forth, keeping his lips tight as they glide over the sergeant’s cock. It’s a little awkward for his neck in this position, but it’s worth it to hear Sergeant Caber whisper soft praises to him every so often.
After a few minutes of blissfully savoring the hard length in his mouth John feels it slowly be pulled away from him, along with the weight settled on his chest. He whines at the loss but soon feels himself being hoisted back up into a standing position. Before he has time to adjust to the sudden shift he’s shoved from behind to brace against the wall. John tries to weakly protest but the words die on his tongue with a shudder when a familiar length slickly settles itself against the cleft of his rear.
“You want more, boy?” Daryl exhales right by John’s ear.
John responds with a breathless, excited huff, “Yes!”
“Good. Then you’ve got twenty minutes. Shower up and come to my quarters,” Daryl instructs with a firm swat to John’s exposed ass. “And don’t be a second late, I hate waiting~”
With that John feels the heated presence behind him recede. Turning back after a pause reveals that Sergeant Caber has disappeared without a trace. For a second John remains motionless, mentally reeling from the events that just transpired. Next thing John knows he’s filled with unbridled excitement. Quickly retrieving his towel off the floor John proceeds to take the fastest shower in his life.
~ ~ ~
From that night onward John was at Sergeant Caber’s beck and call, both in and outside the bedroom. It was relatively quick but John transferred to be a part of Caber’s squad where he became his right hand man. Anything the sergeant ordered John obeyed without fault, so much so that others in his new squad often referred to him as ‘kiss-ass’ behind his back for how obedient he was. If they only knew how close to the truth they were.
They kept up their private arrangement for six years with the two of them spending most nights, and even some secluded moments in the day, together. It followed them through John becoming a sergeant himself and Caber reaching the rank of master sergeant. Eventually their time together came to an end when Daryl chose to retire from the army after twenty years of service. Like John he had enlisted eighteen and after two decades he was ready to start a new phase of life.
For roughly the next year the two stayed in relatively low contact with each other through infrequent letters. Though eventually that dwindled as maintaining long distance simply wasn't a favorable arrangement between them. To Daryl it felt too impersonal while John was often too focused on his army carrier to make time.
After Caber’s departure John decided he wanted to aim towards becoming a commissioned officer. The benefits were favorable over just enlisting, so John began working towards that. Four years later he received a degree and became a second lieutenant. Skip forward another handful of years and now at forty John has chosen to retire after maintaining the rank of captain for the last four years.
Admittedly though, John was quite aimless with retirement. He’d only been out of the army for a couple months, but nothing about this new stage in life seemed to strike his interest. He debated looking for a part-time job or something along those lines when he received a surprising phone call.
“Hello?” John answered as he tucked the phone against his ear.
“Hey there boy,” A familiar gruff voice spoke through the line.
Time seemed to stop for John as his mind processed the realization. “Sergeant Caber!?” he practically squawked, an equal mix of shock and excitement from hearing his old sergeant again after more than a decade.
“That’s right boy," Daryl warmly replies. “So how ya been? Heard you finally decided to retire.”
“Y- yeah, been out for a couple months now,” John initially sputters before finally collecting himself. “I’ve been doing fine. Honestly, don't have much going on right now.”
“Well that’s all good to hear,” Daryl responds before prompting another question. “So where ya been livin’ these days?”
“Oh, still just renting the same old flat I’ve always had.”
“That dinghy little thing?” the retired sergeant asks incredulously. “Figured you might’ve bought your own place by now.”
“Eh, it does what it needs to,” John casually shrugs while glancing back at his fairly minimal living space.
“Well then, that leads well into my proposition then.”
At those words anticipation coils around John’s stomach, coaxing him to probe further. “And what proportion would that be?”
“Got an open room at my place. It’s yours if you’d like it~” Caber offers with a sultry tone.
“Y-yes!” John immediately agrees, his impulsivity spurred on by excitement. “I mean yeah, that’d be great if you’re willing to have me.”
“Alright then, I’ll send you my address and you can get started on all the logistics for moving.”
“Sounds good,” John agrees with excitement evident in his voice.
“See you soon then boy~”
~ ~ ~
Now onto the present day where John is finally set to move in with his old sergeant. He had ended the lease on his flat and spent the remainder of the month packing up his belongings. Once he was ready he loaded everything up into his car for the drive down. Luckily John didn’t own all that much so it only took up his car’s trunk and a majority of its back seats.
The drive was thankfully only a few hours long and a majority of the time was spent on highways. The last half hour though seemed to take John through endless backroads. Eventually John makes the final turn down the road his old sergeant lives on. As his car creeps forward John can’t suppress the buzz of excitement in his bones. Soon enough a building slowly came into view, but as more of its details were revealed John found himself puzzled by its appearance.
It was an old mobile home, just a single-wide, but that’s not what surprised John. It was the siding that’s turned vaguely green from the moss and grime accumulated against it. The few windows were foggy and smudged, and a couple patches of tiles were clearly missing from the roof. Most surprising though was the yard. Its grass was completely overgrown, coming up to John’s waist when he finally parked and exited his car at the end of the house’s driveway.
If John wasn’t certain that this was the correct address he might’ve thought this place was abandoned. Its condition is a surprise to John, given how diligent and strict he remembers Sergeant Caber being. He’d never imagine that man letting the yard work and upkeep of his own house go like this.
Pushing his concerns aside John reaches back into his car for his main duffel bag he had sitting in the passenger seat. With that in hand John then proceeds towards the small porch where the front door sits. Even stepping over the rocky pathway towards it reveals the tall foliage that grew from between the cracks. Once John was before the door he took a deep calming breath before pressing the house’s doorbell.
*Ding**Dong…*
“Come in!” shouts a familiar voice, though muffled from the other side.
A shiver quickly runs down John’s spine before he immediately jumps to react. Grabbing the doorknob and shoving the door inwards; or at least John tries to. The door barely swings more than half a foot before some sort of resistance halts its progress. Baffled, John tries swinging the door back and forth, steadily opening the door wider till John can see that it was several full trashbags slumped against the door that were preventing it from opening.
“Hey there bud, glad to see you finally made it,” Daryl calls over from across the room.
The voice catches John's attention but the sight he sees makes his brain short-circuit. Plastic bags, food wrappers, takeout containers, and even the occasional article of dirty clothing form a nest-like arrangement around an old loveseat against the back wall. Said loveseat is currently being smothered by the large man occupying it.
The man’s barrel-sized thighs are spread wide to make way for the monolithic gut invading the space between them. It hangs heavy and low, nearly reaching the midway point of his chunky calves. He’s practically wider than the seat he occupies with his hips beginning to spill over the arms of the piece of furniture. His bloated chest sags forward just like his stomach with areola stretched much wider than the average man. His arms look like giant sacks of jelly with how round and malleable they look. Their upper portion has even begun to fold over top of his bulky forearms. Lastly, the man’s face, where John can’t deny the unmistakable resemblance to his former sergeant. His formerly strong jawline is now buried under a pair of puffy cheeks and a second ring of fat acting as another chin.
Beyond his size the gigantic man also matches the environment he’s surrounded by. His hair is most predominantly grey now with an unwashed sheen to it. It's still relatively short, but how he trimmed it looks haphazardly done. Even his beard looks unkempt with how bushy and wild it is, just like the rest of his body. He’s practically wearing nothing as well with just a stretched-out wife-beater hanging loosely over him. John assumes it’s supposed to be white, but it looks more yellowed from age and several food stains. The useless piece of fabric doesn’t even cover anything practical since his stomach is on full display and his chest hangs out through the wide arm holes.
“Well don’t just stand there boy, get your ass inside,” Daryl barks, making John realize he’s been blankly staring this whole time.
John rushes to comply, swiftly tapping the door closed behind with his foot. Though the agitation causes the grouping of garbage bags to topple over.
“Sorry ‘bout the mess, been meaning to take those out. Just kick ‘em aside for now,” Daryl waves dismissively. From there the corpulent sergeant produces a cane that John hadn’t noticed earlier from beside the loveseat. He then proceeds to the laborious task of hoisting his weight into a standing position. Once he’s upright and huffing after a few failed attempts he beckons John to come closer. “C’mere boy.”
Internally John is still reeling from the drastic differences between his old sergeant and the man before him now. It still feels unreal, but something about the man’s presence always alleviates his worries. With a relaxing sigh John sets his duffle bag aside and crosses the short distance between the two of them.
As the two men embrace each other John focuses on the sensation of Daryl’s larger body. His sergeant’s stomach occupies most of the space between them, preventing John from being able to completely wrap his arms around Daryl’s round figure. The expanse of flesh feels soft to the touch as John’s hands roam across Daryl’s back. His skin also feels slightly slick with sweat, though that’s to be expected for men of his size. Musk is another thing that hits John, it's familiar to how John remembers it but much more potent.
“Hmm… You’ve firmed up nicely these past few years,” Daryl comments as his own hands feel up John. To punctuate his point the old sergeant cups a handful of John’s ass while giving it a little shake.
“Yeah, you too,” John hesitantly teases as he tightens his hold a little more.
“Yeah yeah, real funny one aren’t ya,” Daryl mutters sarcastically as he disengages the hug. “Now c’mon, I’ll show ya around,” he adds as he turns to waddle further into the house. When Daryl turns however it confirms to John that the obese man truly isn’t wearing anything below his nonexistent belt.
From there Daryl guides John the short distance through his small house. There’s a kitchen in the corner space across from the living room that John hadn’t noticed earlier since the front door originally obscured it. Down the short hallway was a space to the left that held a stacked washer and dryer before the door to the bathroom. Further beyond that space was another door that led to the bedroom which Daryl proceeded to open.
“This here’s the ‘open’ room,” Daryl sarcastically remarks. “Though to be honest I’ve been spending more nights out on the loveseat than in here.”
In response John merely nodded as he took in the sight of the bedroom. To no one’s surprise this room was just as messy as the rest of the house. A queen-sized bed was set up against the far wall, taking up a majority of the bedroom’s limited space. There's less remnants of food across the floor here, but more soiled clothes to compensate for the difference. Most of them are piled up by a messy dresser and overloaded hamper. The bed itself didn’t even have any sheets on it, just a couple lumpy pillows. There’s also a huge divot that takes up a majority of it. Its formerly white surface has been yellowed too with what John can only hope is only sweat.
“Now then, I think it’s about time we establish the big house rule. Or rather re-establish,” Daryl announced with a wicked smirk. In the same breath the enormous man leaned forward to grab John’s cock and balls in a firm grasp.
The sudden grapple catches John off guard, nearly causing his legs to buckle underneath him. Like always the old sergeant’s hold is tight and firm, not enough to cause any real pain, but just enough to make John squirm.
“Rule number one: you will do as I say when I say it. Got that boy?” Caber growls with a light squeeze of his hand to emphasize.
“Yes sir,” John feebly chokes out.
“You may be a higher rank than me, captain,” Daryl smugly spits. “But you’ll always be under my thumb, right boy?”
“Yes sir!” John enthusiastically nods, feeling that familiar shiver of pleasure run through his body again.
“Good boy,” Daryl remarks as he releases John’s privates.
*Ding**Dong…*
The doorbell’s sudden chime breaks the remainder of the moment.
“Ah, that must be my dinner,” Daryl comments and shuffles around to unblock the way to the bedroom door. “Go on ahead boy and grab that for me while I settle back down,” he adds with a firm pat to John’s rear.
Taking the lead as instructed John travels the short distance back to the front door. John expects there to be a delivery person on the other side, but when he looks outside he catches a glimpse of a car pulling out the driveway and down the road. However, at his feet are several plastic bags filled with takeout from some fried-chicken place. Wordlessly John scoops the bags up by their handles and brings them inside.
By the time John turns back into the house he sees that Daryl has just reached his loveseat and is steadily easing himself back down onto the sunken cushions. With a weighted sigh the long-retired sergeant relaxes as he catches his breath from the relatively short time he was upright.
“Hurry up boy and bring the grub over! I’m wasting away over here!” Daryl halfheartedly yells.
John hurriedly returned to his sergeant’s side, placing a majority of the takeout bags by their feet while setting one down on the tv stand Daryl had set up beside himself. Eagerly, Daryl began rifling through the first bag and pulled out a container with some fried chicken, mashed potatoes, gravy, and biscuits. As he started digging into his meal he instructed John to take what he wanted and eat himself.
Following Daryl’s words John fished out a matching container of food, sat down on the floor beside him and began eating as well. Though John ate with much less gusto compared to his giant sergeant. After a few relatively quiet moments of eating, John polished off the last of his food while Daryl plowed through two other bags of food. Before Daryl started in on his next bag he glanced down at John with a dissatisfied expression.
“Well don’t just sit there, boy. Make yourself useful.” Daryl muttered with a suggestive gesture towards under his belly by briefly lifting his overhang from one side.
John almost reflexively jumps into action, but feels himself hesitate. He’d love nothing more than to service his sergeant’s member again, but he wonders how Daryl’s new weight will make that feel.
Despite his reservations John tentatively proceeds with the command. He tries lifting the overhang with one hand, but John soon realizes he needs both to properly lift the malleable mass. From there John shimmies himself under Daryl’s belly and with alternating hands he dives further inward. Eventually John reveals the pad of fat that’s enveloped most of his former sergeant’s cock, only its head is left exposed. With his target in sight John shifts the weight he’s been holding up to one arm held over his head. Now with one hand freed John uses it to push back Daryl’s fatpad and expose more of his buried length. Bringing his head forward was a little awkward as he had to turn it sideways in order to reach deep enough.
Once John’s lips sealed around that throbbing head though he felt himself begin to dip back into that long forgotten subspace he missed so much. His tongue rolled and swirled around that piece of sensitive flesh, coaxing a deep, satisfied groan from the man above him. After a minute of toying with the head John began to inch his lips further down the thick length. Slowly, John took as much of the member into his mouth till he felt impeded by the soft fat surrounding it. Satisfied with the length in his mouth John resumed his leisure tongue teasing all while keeping a tight heated seal around it.
Minutes blissfully pass with Daryl continuing to gorge himself while John warmed him from below. Eventually, John’s arms started to tire and grow sore after supporting such weight for minutes on end. They trembled and wavered under the stress till it became too much for them to bear. As John’s arms dropped to a lax position the weight of Daryl’s stomach overhead came crashing down. Suddenly John’s head was enveloped by a heavy heated pressure.
Surprisingly to John it was an enrapturing sensation being surrounded by that overwhelming presence. All that weighted fat kept John’s head locked into place while he continued to savor Daryl’s cock. It was like the man was holding him down without even trying. John was even struggling a little for air in the tight space, and what little he did get was so heavily scented with the corpulent sergeant’s musk. Overall for John it was like he was being smothered by heaven.
John loses track of time while suspended in his blissful subspace, but eventually he feels a tap at his leg draw him back to reality. Daryl has nudged him with his foot, trying to garner his attention. With a pitiful whine John begrudgingly abandons the cock in his mouth and begins removing himself from underneath the retired sergeant’s overwhelming belly. When John finally exits his face feels completely damp and his hair is ruffled in odd directions.
“C’mon boy, let’s take this to the bedroom,” Daryl huffs between labored breaths, obviously having just finished stuffing himself with his excessive meal.
Excitement pulses through John, prompting him to spring up and immediately take off towards the bedroom. During his short sprint John quickly discards his shirt over his head, as well as everything else below his waist when he reaches the bed. Once he’s bare John hops up onto the old bed and positions himself the way his sergeant always loved. Face and chest braced against the bed with back arched and ass on full display in the air. As John waits he hears Daryl lethargically approach the bedroom one heavy step at a time with labored breathing. Eventually the overweight sergeant rounds the corner to the bedroom and shuffles his way towards the bed’s side.
“Dammit boy, *Huff* Didn’t- *Huff**Huff* Didn’t even help me up,” Daryl scolds as best he can through his wheezing. “Now, *Huff* move your ass. I need to lay down,” he demands as he begins clambering onto the bed himself.
The order briefly confuses and disappoints John but he follows through with it regardless. Dismounting from the bed as Daryl rolls his bloated form onto it. After a few seconds to catch his breath Daryl then begins to shift his bulk around till he’s laying down on his stomach with his arms tucked around a pillow to support his head. With a heavy sigh Daryl’s weight seems to fully settle onto the bed with his belly splaying out beneath him and his ass slightly propped up by it.
“Alright boy, get to work~” Daryl sighs while invitingly spreading his encumbered legs a little wider.
With that John climbs back onto the bed and takes a kneeling position behind Daryl. There he delicately reaches for Daryl’s fatpad again to move aside the excess fat. Once the sergeant’s buried member was revealed John latched his mouth back onto it, taking as much of the rod as he could in one go. After that John resumed the same teasing actions that he performed earlier, only this time he was more freely able to bob his head up and down the length of the shaft as well.
A couple minutes pass with John savoring Daryl’s cock till the corpulent man grumbles with dissatisfaction. “Don’t just wet my prick boy! Give that ass some worshipping too!” Daryl barks over his shoulder.
Again John finds himself surprised at his superior. For their entire time together in the army not once did Sergeant Caber show any inclination towards having hole played with, let alone touched. Caber was always the one to top with his domineering presence while John was always willing to let the man take what he wanted.
Though it’s uncharted territory John was more than willing to fulfil his sergeant’s desire. With a wet pop John releases Daryl’s cock from his mouth and turns his attention upwards towards the sergeant’s mountainous rear. Uncertain hands grip the fleshy mounds and slowly part their hairy cleft to reveal the puckered hole hidden between them. As John leans towards it he tentatively extends his tongue to begin licking small teasing circles around the rim.
“That's it boy, keep going~” Daryl sighs as he nudges John with his foot again, encouraging him to proceed further.
At his superior’s behest John focused his tongue on the puckered center and began gently pushing it forward. To John’s surprise Daryl’s hole easily accepted his invading tongue, allowing him to freely toy with the entrance as tongue flexed about.
“Oh yes~ Good boy, good boy~~” Daryl moaned out loud, spurring John on to move his tongue around faster. After a few minutes of John rimming Daryl the older man decides to take things further. “Okay, okay. T-that’s good boy, that's good~” Daryl sighs as he nudges John’s head from his ass. “Now give me that dick of yours and really let my ass have it!”
At this point John is completely unfazed by Daryl’s orders and promptly follows through with them. After awkwardly half-standing over Daryl John carefully aims his own hard member towards the sergeant's waiting hole. The tip easily slides right in with the rest of his length smoothly following in afterwards. Once he’s fully sheathed inside Daryl the massive man lets out a deep unrestrained moan.
“Oooh yesss~ That's the stuff boy! Keep it going!” Daryl shouts.
Spurred on by his sergeant John begins a brutal pace of slamming his member deep into Daryl’s inviting hole. Every thrust punches out a moan or a grunt from the sergeant with his prostate being hit dead-center every time. Eventually John’s rhythm starts to become erratic and uneven as he slowly builds towards an orgasm that he struggles to hold back.
“S-sir, I’m- I’m gonna-!” John chokes out a warning.
“Its okay boy, *huff* give me that load~ Pump it nice and deep~” Daryl drones.
With that bit of encouragement John lets his orgasm rack through his body. Slamming his dick deep into Daryl one last time and painting his insides with streaks of hot white cum. Daryl himself finally climaxes as well with his abandoned cock spurting ropes of cum onto the bare bed below him.
As the aftershocks of orgasm dwindle between the two men John collapses exhausted over Daryl’s broad back. Eventually their labored breathing evens out and they drift off to sleep with John’s member still firmly seated inside Daryl.
~ ~ ~
A couple hours later John rouses from sleep. Daryl is still sound asleep beneath him so John gently removes himself from atop his sergeant. With a slight hiss John’s sensitive member slips free from between Daryl’s meaty mounds. From there John quietly exits the bedroom and heads to the bathroom for a quick shower to rinse off the sweat and fluids from his body.
When John was done cleaning himself up and redressed he began idly exploring the small house, taking in all its little details. After a few minutes of this John decided to best spend his time cleaning the place up a little. Once he located the spare trashbags John began loading up a new one with any trash he could locate throughout the living room. Any soiled clothes he came across were set aside in a pile and later deposited by the washer.
By the time John is finished gathering the trash and tying off the bag he hears the heavy thumping of Daryl waddling his way back towards the living room
“Ah, good boy. Thanks for gathering that all up,” Daryl praises when he sees the cleaned space.
The sergeant himself is still naked and visibly sweaty from their coupling a couple hours ago, but apparently Daryl pays no mind to it as he plops himself right back down onto his loveseat. With a small grunt Daryl fishes out a remote from beside himself and turns on the tv across the room.
“Trash bin’s outside around the side there,” Daryl comments as he gestures to the left wall beside him. “You can take the bags out there, but the truck doesn’t come for another couple of days.”
“Yes sir,” John nods and begins escorting groups of trash bags out the front door. Out at the bin itself John is able to stuff three bags inside with a fourth on top before he has to resort to just piling the excess bags up beside it.
“All done there boy?” Daryl asks when John finally comes back inside.
“Yes sir,”
“Good, then why don’t you hop back under there,” Daryl suggests while giving his belly’s overhang another emphasizing giggle. “Be like the good ol’ days with you under my office desk~” he winks.
Without a word John enthusiastically dashes back over to Daryl and dives under his monolithic belly. Searching through the rolls of fat John relocates Daryl’s softened member and guides his mouth back around it. Once it's settled John lets the heavy belly atop him settle its weight over him as well. With his head pinned down John focuses on taking deep breaths as his mind drifts off towards blissful nothingness again.
“That’s a good boy~” John faintly hears Daryl mutter above him.
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A year later would see quite a few changes to John and Daryl, as well as the sergeant’s modest house.
Overall the building was much more well maintained with John diligently handling all the chores. Outside the grass was regularly cut and the siding was cleared of its layers of grime. On the inside John kept on top of laundry and any other cleaning so the place never looked like a pigsty again.
John himself hasn’t changed all that much in a year's time, though maybe another grey hair or two with age. Other than that would be the small layer of soft padding he’d manage to accumulate, mostly around his chest and midsection. He’s still as strong and active as when he moved in; it's just living with Daryl and eating what he eats that has filled out John’s figure a little bit.
Daryl, like his household, is much cleaner than before John moved in. The younger man gives his hair and beard the occasional trim to keep it neat and tidy. John also helps keep him regularly bathed. Daryl was already too big to realistically fit in the shower, so John resorted to washing the titanic man with a soapy washcloth and a bucket of hot water.
As for Daryl’s size, of course he was enabled to grow even heavier with John handling everything for him. Visually not much about Daryl looks that different on his already bloated figure, but he sure can feel the new mass weighing down on him. Walking’s even more of a struggle nowadays, so Daryl hardly ever gets up off the loveseat anymore.
Overall the pair have been living their best lives with Daryl living out his hedonistic lifestyle and John diligently taking care of him and obeying every word he says.
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Welp that's another story I managed to crank out in less than a month. Not to mention a majority of it was written within the span of two days that I had off to myself.
I really liked how this one turned out as well as the dynamic depicted between John and Daryl. It was one of the ideas that I had stashed away for a while now so I'm glad it was finally able to come to fruition.
And you wanna know why I was able to get around to this one? Cause I finally finished off that Very Big story I was working on too. I've got certain plans for that one, so hopefully y'all will be able to ready that soon too~
Anyways, consider this an early Christmas gift from me. Have a happy holiday and see you all next year. Thanks for reading~
"Don't you think it's weird that Norman Osbourne did a complete 180 with oscorp, going from science technology to investing in fast food." You ask your boss, curious of his opinion.
"He's been on the brink of bankruptcy for years now, maybe this is his last hurrah. Or maybe he knows something that we don't, he's a genius after all." He responds.
"Maybe, I just thought it was weird. Anyway, I'll see you tomorrow." You say, walking out of his office.
He simply waves as you leave.
You take the elevator down the massive New York tower, all the while thinking about the weird business decisions of your boss' competitors. Once finally at the ground floor, you make your way through the large pristine lobby towards the front doors. Just as your hand grabs the handle, the building shakes as a loud bang erupts from outside the building. It knocks you on your ass, and you watch as the green goblin flies past your building, followed closely by spiderman and the avengers.
"After today, all of New York will be under my thumb!" The green goblin yells, cackling as he runs from the avengers.
"You better get that fucker!" You yell as they pass by, tired of all the damage the green goblin has been causing lately.
Another loud bang erupts from where he was heading, but this time a thick green smoke starts to fill the street. You approach the glass, curiously watching it flow down the street when all of a sudden, spiderman falls from the sky, landing right on the other side of the glass.
You wince, it looked painful. But your face pained expression quickly turns to shock when you see a bulge forming under his uniform. His chiseled abs, which were once visible under his uniform, are now covered under a thick mound of fat. He coughs, presumably from the green smoke, shaking his expanding belly every time. Within seconds his uniform is straining against his beach ball sized gut, with two man tits pressing tightly against his uniform and showing off his swollen nipples.
You can't help but watch as the once fit hero grew into a blob of fat right in front of you. But it only gets worse, as the avengers start falling out of the sky one by one. And just like spiderman, they start coughing, quickly followed by a rapid weight gain. Captain america and Thor quickly rip through their skin tight uniforms, showing off their soft hairy bodies. Iron man's suit breaks at the seams as he outgrows it in real time, and even the hulk fattened up so much that his shorts rip clean in half, flashing you with his massive dick.
You don't have much time to watch, however, as while the avengers pile on the pounds, spiderman turns his attention to you. He starts aggressively punching the window, each punch cracking the window more and more until green gas starts to seep through. You run back to the elevator and rapidly tap the top floor over and over again. You finally hear the glass shatter, letting the gas pour inside as spiderman runs after you, though he seems somewhat hindered by the hundreds of pounds of fat he gained just moments ago. You press against the back of the elevator as the doors close, spiderman mere meters away.
You sit on the floor and catch your breath, trying to make sense of everything that is happening. But the ride up seems a lot faster than the ride down was, and before you know it, you're at your boss's office.
You run into his office, trying to inform him of what's going on outside.
"Get away from the windows, there's something happe...." You stop half way through your sentence.
The window is shattered and there's a faint green gas settled at your feet. Your boss turns his chair to face you and he's nearly unrecognizable. His face is round and plump, with a double chin covering his once chiseled jaw. A thick gut is resting on his lap, threatening to burst through his suit at any moment. His dress pants tearing at the seams from his fattened thighs.
He's holding a cigar in one hand, the other fondling his crotch.
"Oh good, you're here. You need to try these new oscorp burgers, it'll put some meat on your bones." He says, pulling out a paper bag with the oscorp logo on it.
Before you can react, he puffs out a thick cloud of green cigar smoke. It smells... nice, like a nice warm meal at oscorp.
"Snap out of it!" You yell at yourself in a moment of clarity.
But it's too late, you can already hear the sound of your clothes ripping. Looking down, your button up has already ripped open, revealing two hairy man tits with a thick hairy gut just below them. Your pants split in half as your thighs thicken, leaving you naked on your lower half.
You try to cover up your dick, but just the sensation of your hand rubbing against it sends shivers down your spine. You use the other hand to explore your fattening body, rubbing through the forests of hair and punch your soft fat, it's a feeling only rivaled by an oscorp burger.
Then it clicks. Your eyes focus on the burger your boss left out for you. You run with all your light towards it, feeling your fat bounce with every step. You grab the burger and start stuffing it down your mouth. And just as you finish it, there's another waiting for you.
"Attaboy, there's plenty where that came from." Your boss says, rubbing your gut as it continues to expand.
You're only interrupted by the sound of the elevator dinging. The doors open to reveal spiderman. He's much fatter than the last time you saw him, with almost no uniform left on his hulking body except for his mask, which is struggling to contain his multiple double chins.
"Oh thank God! I've been dying for one of these." He says as he shoots a web at your burger, snatching it from out of your hands.
He yanks off his mask and shovels the burger into his mouth.
"Now now boys, there's plenty to go around." Your boss smiles as he pulls out another box full of burgers and fries. "Norman and I worked out a deal to spread his interests all across the world." He pushes the burgers towards you and leans back in his chair, proudly rubbing his gut.
