Monkey's Paw
This one's a bit more extreme than my usual, but sometimes it gets hot when it gets dark. Oh well. Enjoy!
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I should have been happy. A loving boyfriend, a cozy (and affordable, somehow) condo downtown, and plenty of supportive friends and family. I should have been content. But I wasn’t. And I knew why.
It was the sex. Or, more accurately, the lack thereof. I love Gavin, really. He’s been easily the longest relationship of my entire life, and when we were dating he’d often throw down in the bedroom two or three times in a row, but after we moved in together everything just sort of… stopped. Instead of having a wild weekend of drug-fueled sex we had weekends of grocery shopping and arguing over what colors to paint the walls and see what TV we wanted to watch over dinner. It was all blissfully domestic, but I desperately missed the passion we used to share.
Part of that probably came with the changes in our lifestyle. Who am I kidding--almost certainly that was most of it. Gavin used to be the kind of guy to get up at 6 AM every day for a morning jog, but then we moved downtown and he couldn’t find anywhere to run. Combine that former runner’s appetite with a deep appreciation for my cooking, and Gavin had put on a ton of weight. I knew he was self-conscious about it, but no amount of me saying I was okay with having a fat boyfriend made him okay with being a fat boyfriend.
Which sort of explained why I was in the natural health slash occult store that had recently popped up in the gay district. I didn’t think a few Cialis pills were going to cut through the sudden lack of sex drive. We needed something more potent, less regulated, and maybe even beyond human comprehension. Okay, maybe this pointed more toward my desperation than the actual state of our relationship, but nobody ever said wise decisions came from an overabundance of horny.
“Can I help you with anything?”
“Yeah,” I said, trying to hide my embarrassment. “I was wondering if you had something that could… um, make my boyfriend a little hornier?”
The woman behind the counter smiled kindly--she probably got this question a lot. “We have everything from ginseng root to more… Esoteric male enhancements.”
“Maybe I could check out some of these ‘esoteric’ options?”
She raised her eyebrows but otherwise didn’t react to my request. “Well, I do have to warn you that the more esoteric we get, the greater the potential for side effects.”
“What sort of side effects?”
She shrugged. “It’s not like a pharmacy, I don’t have a long list of unintended medical ailments like nausea, headaches, and colorectal cancer. You might suddenly grow an appreciation for horticulture. You might want to start howling at the moon. You might even find your whole life has changed alongside the one thing you wanted.”
“Wow, okay,” I rubbed my face in frustration. “I just want my boyfriend to believe me when I say I don’t mind how big he’s gotten and I just want us to fuck like we used to. What can you do with that?”
After a few moments of thought, then a quick rummage under the desk, she eventually produced what looked like a shrunken hand. Only it had three fingers instead of five.
“This can grant you three wishes. Use them how you like.”
I looked at the disgusting fetish skeptically. “What’s the catch?”
“Too many potentialities for me to list,” she said with a shrug. “But, it is guaranteed to give you what you ask for.”
“Guaranteed, eh…” I made a show like I was thinking about it, but I’d already made my decision. “How much?”
“$49.95,” she said. “We also have a return policy for this item where you can get back $15 after you go through your three wishes.”
“Wait, you want it back when I’m done? I thought this was a sex store?”
“You don’t need to insert the hand for it to work,” she said, rolling her eyes at my ignorance. “Just think about what you want while holding it, and it’ll happen.”
“Oh, well, sure,” I said, offering a few bills. She gave me my change and wished me a “good day” as I left the store with an unmarked paper bag.
I knew what I wanted. I wanted a boyfriend that was hornier and didn’t get hung up on his own weight. What I didn’t know was exactly how to go about asking a shrunken hand with three fingers how to get these things. The woman at the store said to just hold the hand and think about what I wanted, so I did just that after I got home. I even said it out loud.
“I want my boyfriend to be hornier,” I said, and after the last syllable left my mouth, one of the creepy fingers curled up. Clearly, I’d used one of my wishes.
Just then, I got a text. Gavin was normally pretty silent while he was at work, but the text was… a picture. It was his cock. It had been years since he’d sent me a dick pic, and he’d never been so horny as to take a picture of his erection in the bathroom stalls at his work.
He followed it up with another text begging me to fuck him later tonight. “Yes, absolutely!” I texted back. He then apologized for his gut being in the way of his cock. It was barely a sliver of flesh at the top of the picture. I rolled my eyes but wrote back, “That’s okay!”
It worked. It had really worked. I grabbed the hand and made my second wish: “I wish my boyfriend didn’t care about how fat he’s gotten.” Once again, a finger curled down, leaving the last one extended. Down to one wish. This time I didn’t get a dick pic from Gavin, but he suggested that I make him his favorite meal to go along with the wild sex he had planned this evening. This was getting better and better.
I still had one wish left, but I honestly didn’t know what I wanted. I could have saved it—I probably should have, honestly. But after a day of impulsiveness, I made one last fateful decision. “I wish I had a bigger dick,” I said. The last finger curled until the hand made a tiny three-fingered fist. I waited for something to happen, but nothing did. Well, two out of three ain’t bad, I thought. I really had nothing to complain about in the cock department anyway. Gavin always said he loved taking my cock because he never had to struggle to accommodate me, but I knew he had a few larger butt plugs for when he really wanted to fill himself up. I’d sometimes wished I could give him that feeling. I guess we’ll have to keep using those plugs, but I’d be happy if they saw use. It meant that our bedroom life was alive again.
And if those text messages were any indication, that was going to happen in just a few hours. I was already half-hard with anticipation. I tidied the place, made sure the bedroom was ready with clean sheets and lube never further than arm’s reach and waited patiently for Gavin to get home.
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I didn’t have to wait long. “I’m home!” Gavin announced as soon as he got through the front door. “I left early. I just couldn’t wait… I dunno what’s come over me today, but I need you. Bad.”
We didn’t say another word. He just kicked off his shoes, grabbed me in his big, burly arms, and kissed me. It was like a switch had been flipped. This was the horny Gavin I remembered, the kind that would fuck before a dinner date, the kind that said hello with tongue rather than words. We tore at each other's clothes, articles getting flung around the apartment as we made our way to the bedroom. By the time we got there, we were both naked, both tugging the other’s cocks as I ran my tongue up and down his neck. I could smell the sandwich he had for lunch on his breath, but I didn’t care. I wanted him as badly as he wanted me, and nothing would stand between us and carnal satisfaction. Not even Gavin’s gut.
Honestly, that was the best part. Sure, the fucking and sucking were as amazing as ever, but Gavin had gone from being shy about his extra pounds to using them in the bedroom. When he was on top, he’d drag his belly over my hardon, teasing me in ways he never could with washboard abs. At one point, he bracketed my cock with his chest before going down on me. He wasn’t big enough for me to fuck his tits, but it was clear that he’d thought about it before realizing he’d need to put on a few dozen more pounds first.
And the noises he’d made when I was inside him… I don’t think I’d ever heard Gavin moan like that before. It was almost like a desperate whimper every time I drove myself in as deep as I could go, and it was more encouraging than anything he could have said. Almost as encouraging as the puddle of precum that had formed on his flabby tummy, or how his ass seemed to grip my tool like a vice. It was almost uncomfortable how tight he was.
That discomfort actually allowed me to last a bit longer than usual. I plowed him hard, long, and deep. Seconds before I felt myself hit the point of no return, Gavin shouted his orgasm, splattering his smooth torso with several ropes of cum. His spasms tipped me over the edge, filling him with my own ample load.
“Holy fuck,” Gavin said after he caught his breath. “That was a hell of a fuck.”
“Yeah,” I agreed. “Haven’t done that in a while.”
“Too long. But you know what I could go for now? Your chicken carbonara,” Gavin slapped his stomach, causing his flesh to ripple enticingly for a few moments. “This tank is empty!”
I thought I could get used to the new Gavin. But you know what they say: be careful what you wish for.
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At first, things were great. Our sex life had never been better. We fucked morning, evening, and night, and as Gavin piled on the pounds, he became more and more adventurous in bed. He’d started to bully me with his weight, slamming me between his bulk and the wall while we made out or letting his now hundreds of pounds pin me to the bed. It was incredible the turnaround in his inhibitions, and I couldn’t be happier.
That is until one day. It had been maybe three weeks since I’d made my wishes. Gavin was on all fours presenting an ass that had nearly doubled in size. His belly hung down to the mattress and spread out like pancake batter. The folds of fat at the back of his neck bunched up as he looked over his massive shoulder to wink at me as I approached, my towering hardon lubed and ready. I hotdogged those colossal buns, teasing him as I marveled at how much of my dick still managed to show past the crack of his ass.
Then I leaned over, aimed myself at his hole, and pressed. And no matter what angle I took or how hard I thrust, it just wouldn’t go in.
“Relax,” I ordered.
“I am relaxed,” Gavin whined. “C’mon, fuck me!”
“I’m trying!”
After thirty seconds of increasing pressure, I became frustrated and just whipped my hips as fast as I could. I managed to stuff my head in his unrelenting hole, but it was the tightest fit I’d ever had. And Gavin, well, he screamed. And not in the sexy, mind-shattering orgasm way. It was the unsexy, ‘I’m in immeasurable pain’ kinda way.
“GET IT OUT! GET IT OUT!
I stepped back, and my purple head popped out with an almost cartoonish sound. I didn’t see any blood, but I didn’t try to push my luck.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I don’t know what’s wrong.”
“I can tell you what’s wrong,” Gavin said, hoisting himself up so I could see his pendulous tits jostle with the sudden movement. “You’ve got a dickhead the size of my fist.”
He was exaggerating, surely, especially considering his fists had fattened up with the rest of him, but staring down at myself, I realized he wasn’t too far off. I was… big. Way bigger than I was three weeks ago. I was easily nine inches long and thick--thicker than any porn star I’d ever seen. My still-turgid shaft was as thick as my wrist, and the purple helmet might have been the size of a fist if not Gavin’s.
“Fuck,” Gavin breathed out. “You got big.”
“Yeah,” I offered, nervous he might have caught on to my supernatural male enhancement.
“It’s hot,” he said, and I breathed a short-lived sigh of relief. “But that’s not going up my hole. You’ll tear my fat ass in half!”
“Then, what are we gonna do?”
“Well…” Gavin trailed a playful finger from the tip of my shaft up to my stomach before finally pressing his palm into my chest. “Maybe I could give topping a try?”
Before I could reply, Gavin pushed, and I was sent toppling to the mattress. I didn’t even have time to protest before I was smothered in his bulk, his surprisingly strong arms pinning me down as his massive legs pulled mine up just enough for him to somehow scoot me into his lap. I could feel his hardon press into my cheeks, significantly smaller than mine but still a substantial tool, although much of his shaft had become swallowed by the ever-encroaching tide of his surging belly.
However, Gavin had figured out ways around his own anatomy that I wasn’t aware of. Releasing my arms, he hoisted his gut so it spilled onto my groin, then he grabbed my legs so they wrapped around his waist. Then I felt him shimmy himself ever so slightly to line himself up perfectly with my hole. The tiny movements made delicious ripples throughout his anatomy. Then he pushed down on my hips while he brought his up with consistent and insistent pressure.
It had been years since I’d bottomed, but somehow, Gavin slipped inside as though he’d been fucking me forever. It wasn’t without discomfort, but it was largely overshadowed by my complete surprise, followed by pleasure. Incredible pleasure. As he rocked himself in and out his gut would rub up and down my massive cock, like I was fucking his belly as Gavin was fucking me.
I'd thought that the sex I'd had over the past three weeks was the best sex of my life. I was wrong; THIS was the best sex I'd ever had. I wanted this feeling to last forever; sandwiched between sweaty slabs of flab while getting fucked and fucking at the same time. I watched Gavin's tits heave which each thrust as he stared at the head of my cock just peeking past his stomach and leaking pre-cum between us.
We didn't last long. Even though it had happened as easily as if we'd been doing it our entire lives, this was the first time our roles had truly reversed. I came first, cum spraying into the air like a fountain and splattering both my chest and Gavin's torso. My spasms then caused Gavin to grunt, then roar as he filled me with his load.
We sat there for a few moments just staring into each other’s eyes, panting, and smiling. After a minute, I felt his hips move, driving his still-hard cock into my abused hole so that some of his load spilled out. Then he did it again. And again. And again. And again, and I was still hard, and before I knew it we were already on our way to our second load of the evening. It wasn’t the last.
I didn’t know it then, but it was the last time my cock felt the inside of Gavin’s hole.
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“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 hard-on 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 love handles, 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 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 detected 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 love handle 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.
At the time, I didn’t realize we’d destroyed our bed. 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 coated 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 grabbed my wildly firing hose, stuffed my head in his jowly maw, and sucked down the loads that wouldn’t have come out his nose had he tried to earlier. 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.
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I came to with a feeling of weightlessness. I was floating, higher than I’d ever been. My vision was filled with smoke and the pillar of my erection. It towered above me, a purple helmet shining in the dim light, an edifice to my constant arousal. I saw a metal ring near the base of my shaft, necessary now to keep me rigid. I remembered how Gavin called me his horse-dicked boyfriend, and how that had become almost literally true.
Gavin. I rolled over and there he was, his immense form taking up our entire loveseat, his belly spilling over his lap and almost touching the floor. His love handles were pushed up by armrests, and what few specs of fabric not covered in his bulk were stained by his constant sweat. Wrappers and empty containers surrounded him like fish schooling around a whale. And the smell… even through the skunk-filled haze his pungent musk only made me harder.
I flexed and squirted as much pre as I used to cum. The sound of it splattering on my chest finally grabbed Gavin’s attention. “Hey, you’re awake! Had me worried there for a second.”
I moaned and moved into a sitting position, my cock tumbling downward like a felled tree. It hit the floor with a meaty slap hard enough to hurt, and my moan suddenly became one of pain as well as displacement.
“Careful babe, you’re going to hurt yourself! You gotta keep both hands on that thing.”
I took Gavin’s advice. It was like holding a baseball bat, but heavier, hotter, and somehow, even harder. Forcing myself to stand, it felt like I’d strapped a 20-pound weight to my crotch. Only then did I notice my balls had also expanded to the size of cantaloupes hanging in a sac as big as a small grocery bag.
“Aw, looks like you need another milking,” Gavin said. “Come over here and let me help with that.”
I waddled over, carefully ensuring my gait didn’t result in the pendulum of my balls striking my thighs too harshly. In the smoky gloom, however, I misjudged my distance to Gavin’s jutting stomach. My cock sunk in several inches, my pre-cum mixing with his sweat to create both a unique aroma and a delectable lubricant. I thrust a few times, and Gavin merely chuckled as I penetrated him.
“Yeah, you need a hand,” Gavin mumbled as he gripped my shaft in a bear hug. I couldn’t tell what part of him he was pushing my dick into, but it didn’t matter; it felt soft and warm and it covered more of my cock than anything I’d felt since waking up. I thrust into his yielding girth a few times and could already feel myself approaching the point of no return.
“Come on babe, just let it out,” Gavin chided, almost like he was speaking to a child, but I still felt the effect as though it were an order. I came, jetting out enough semen for it to sound like a garden hose. For a moment, the stink of weed, BO, and days of accumulated garbage disappeared behind a cloud of sex. I collapsed atop Gavin, further pressing my cock into his flesh. I could feel it pulse as I jerked and spasmed, our embrace filling with semen that sluiced off in rivulets towards a growing puddle.
I clung to him for several minutes as I felt myself drain. Even when the flow tapered off, I still felt hard.
“That’s a good boy,” Gavin leaned down to give my cockhead a lick. “But now it’s my turn. Get in there, slut.”
I was still disoriented from yet another minutes-long orgasm to realize what Gavin meant. He reached up to a handle hanging from the ceiling, and I suddenly felt his bulk shift upwards, nearly lifting me off the ground. I slid off him as he pulled again, and once I’d found my footing I realized that he was manipulating a pulley that attached to a harness wrapped around his gut.
Actually, it was more like a hammock his belly merely rested upon. Still too small to gather it fully with the leading edge spilling over like a bread pan overfilled with dough, but it raised his anatomy enough for me to peer underneath at what remained of Gavin’s genitals.
His balls were actually surprisingly present. Although nowhere near as large as mine, they hung in a sack just as capacious--a scrotum stretched beyond most men by thighs larger than most tree trunks. But it was his cock I found most fascinating, reduced to a needy nub that twitched as it experienced fresh air for the first time in hours. Maybe days.
Fresh air was perhaps an overstatement. Gavin’s musk was at its strongest as I descended to my knees, my horse dick uncomfortably angled to the side. I ignored the discomfort—my boyfriend was needy, and it wasn’t often that he’d put the effort into hoisting himself up for me these days.
Sucking Gavin off was a two-person job. Gavin used the pulley-hammock to lift his gut, and I’d have to push into his pubic mound to reveal as much of his cock as I could. Gavin still had a pretty big dick underneath his bulging fupa, but getting to it required an almost extreme effort.
I pushed as hard as I could, revealing a few inches of shaft, and then dove down on his leaky cockhead with eager lips. From above, I heard a moan, and I was treated to a splash of Gavin’s pre. It wasn’t as much as mine, but it still tasted like sweet ambrosia.
I licked. I sucked. I pushed and grabbed and tugged at flesh that kept encroaching even as I pleasured this writhing mountain, almost as though his body were trying to stop me. But I persisted, keeping his pounds at bay as I brought him to a shuddering orgasm that felt more like an earthquake.
And as usual, Gavin’s hand slipped, and I was buried underneath his gut. I kept sucking and slurping, gobbling down as much cum as I could while I once again struggled to breathe. I knew that this game would one day result in my end. That one day Gavin would simply become too large to lift himself before I ran out of breath.
Thankfully, that day wasn’t today. I felt air return as Gavin lifted his gut with muscles that would put a power lifter to shame if they could ever see past the blubber. Our regular sessions were workouts for both of us, although our excessive intake meant that it hardly showed. Even I was starting to soften from the constant feeding of Gavin’s cum.
I idly thought about working out and becoming strong enough to lift Gavin’s gut in one hand and his pubic fat in the other. The idea had some appeal, but then I felt a squirt of pre erupt from my distant cockhead and knew that it was time for yet another milking. Why even bother with exercise when there was so much sex to be had?
I never did see the monkey’s paw again. Not that I was looking particularly hard, mind. Gavin and I were mostly focused on getting our rocks off, and with the amount of garbage that had piled up, it was basically impossible to find anything in our apartment anymore. Except each other, of course. At our respective sizes, we were impossible to miss.