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"Me? No way man," he said as he raised a hand to unconsciously
rub a pec. It morphed its shape and danced as it worked to raise
his huge arm. "Shit, I think I'm only like 320. . . I want to see what
350-400 is like on me."
"Me too man," I thought. "Hehe. . . wonder what I'd look like at
350-400," I said, and rubbed the sides of my pregnant belly.
Dave stepped back, while I stood up and took my shirt off. We
stood there, belly to belly, and the thought occurred to me that his
head sat so far back behind his huge chest that I couldn't kiss him if
I tried. The contrasts between us were amazing. Most of the last
50# had gone to my gut, so I still had some muscle showing on my
arms and chest, but nothing at all like Dave. I don't know how long
we both stood there just quietly admiring each other's bodies.
Suddenly we both breathed the same words in perfect unison.
"God you're hot…" Somehow we ignored what we'd each just said,
as though we only thought it instead of saying it. Dave put his hands
on the sides of my belly and I was too enthralled to even move. He
was absorbed in my belly, and as he explored me his eyes would
dart up to mine from time to time and he'd smile.
"You sure you're only 302 man?" he grinned. "Looks like more than
I picked up a beer from the table and drained it. Gotta keep the
"You wanna weigh in? I've got a scales in the bathroom that ought
to hold you," he laughed.
My cock throbbed in my pants and I was helpless to stop the trickle
of precum I felt as well.
"You first, big guy," I said as he swiftly turned and headed down the
hallway like a little kid about to board a rollercoaster. I followed
slowly, enjoying how much more heavy my belly felt than when I
walked from the kitchen to the couch.
The bathroom was good-sized, for being in such a small house. He
kept it very neat and clean, with the exception of the overflowing
wicker basket of muscle magazines next to the toilet. One whole
wall was mirrored, and an upright medical scales stood next to the
shower. As he stepped onto the scales I got a good side-view of
him. His musclebelly was bowed out as far as his pecs, and his
back muscles stood out almost equally as far as his bubble butt. I
loved how his biceps were so heavy that they sagged a bit under
their own weight when relaxed. I especially loved how high his pecs
would dance with the slightest movement of an arm. He shoved the
big weight over to 300 and slid the little weight over till the balance
bobbed and eventually stopped. "Looks like 326. . . damn I ate a
ton! I was like 315 this morning!"
"Yeah, but you probably weighed right out of the shower," I said
without thinking much about it. I figured the scales sat there for a
reason. "What do the shoes and pants weigh?"
"Hey, yeah," he said, and without batting an eye kicked the shoes
off and began to unbutton his pants. His thumbs caught jeans and
underwear and in one quick movement had pulled them to his
ankles. I was totally stunned as his fat cock flopped out and
slapped his abs. The skin of his nutsack was stretched outward by
his semi hard-on so that his heavy balls hung suspended in midair,
bobbing heavily about 6" below his crotch. He quickly lifted each leg
out of the pile and kicked his clothes to the side.
"OK," he said as he again turned his attention to the scales, "the
socks won't make any difference." Now I've always thought my
thick 8. 5" cock was pretty big, but Dave's cock had to be half
again as long and twice as thick! It looked like a little kid's forearm!
When he stepped back onto the platform it bumped into the neck of
the scales, and he leaned to one side to let it comfortably pass.
"Hey you were right. . . 324. Still a good gain for one day." He
stepped off the scales and turned till his belly almost touched mine.
And since his cock actually reached past his belly, I imagined it was
hovering right under mine.
"Your turn, big boy," he said with a smirk.
"Oh what the hell," I thought, and kicked my shoes off. It took me a
bit longer to get my jeans off though, as I had to blindly reach under
my bloated belly and lift it a bit to find the button. As I stooped
down to pull my pants and underwear down I noticed that my face
was mere inches away from that huge fuck stick. As I pulled one
foot out of my crumpled pants, my toe caught and I stumbled
forward. Dave caught me and steadied me, and his cock bumped
squarely into my belly, smearing it with precum. I don't know what
felt better, that, or getting to clumsily feel whatever part of him was
in front of me to steady me.
As I stood up he grasped my belly on both sides and gave it a little
jiggle. "Here. . . this thing's made you top heavy."
I smiled at his approval and aimed my belly past him to get on the
scales. I took my time, giving him any opportunity to check out my
profile, just as I had his. It had only been about two years since I
worked out regularly, and carrying all this weight kept my ass and
"This thing's gotta be off," I scowled at the bar as it balanced itself.
"I was 302 this morning and this says I'm 314. There's no fucking
way…" I turned and stepped off again, facing Dave belly-to-belly.
Standing this direction reminded me that the one whole wall was
"Hey check us out," I said and pointed to our reflection in the mirror.
We were two freaks, Dave with his exaggerated back muscles
balancing his enormous pecs, and his bubble butt that you could set
a drink on. The bulging plates of muscle on his bowed out belly
looked like a giant hand grenade. His triceps far outsized his
biceps, and from the side his arms looked about as big around as
I looked like a normal-sized man except for my belly, which was so
enormous and round it looked out of place on me. My belly button
had forever been merely along for the ride, and was no deeper nor
wider than it had ever been. A thin trail of hairs ran downward from
it, tracing a line of skin that was growing slightly tighter than the
rest, so my underbelly was beginning to hang in two distinctive
halves. We both just stood and stared at each other in the mirror,
totally awed by each other.
My eyes wandered down to our cocks, both now at full attention.
Dave's had swollen even longer and fatter than before, with veins
along the shaft turning the child's arm into that of a young man. My
heart pounded in my chest as I built up to what I had wanted to do
since I first laid eyes on him. I reached out as if to shake hands with
him, and wrapped my fingers as far as they would go around his
cock, just below the head.
"Jesus Christ you're hung dude," I breathed, as I steered his cock
head around slowly like a joystick. Again unfazed, he clasped his
hands behind his head and tilted his hips up, and his cock rose
along the arc of its curvature until the fist-sized head was between
us, above my belly.
"It's a fucking curse," he frowned, then giggled. "Pardon the pun.
There's no human hole that it'll fit in, and most pants have so little
room, it hurts to sit down."
"What's it measure man?" I asked. My hand was still on it, and I
hoped that we were both still drunk enough that Dave wouldn't mind
that I was gently sliding my fingers down its length, scanning and
exploring this trophy to my new lack of inhibition. "Shit it's like
twelve, twelve and a half. . . it was great when it was 9 or 10, but
the damn thing kept growing clear up into college. Hehe you can't
even see yours any more, can you?"
He brought his hands down to my belly and caressed both sides on
his way down below. "314, huh?" he smiled as he admired its
smooth shape. "What a tank. Man, I could use another beer."
Damn him and his short attention span. He swung his bulk around
and headed out the door. "You want one too?"
I made it to the living room as he was coming from the kitchen, two
beers in one hand and two in the other. I guess he's spent so much
time in gym locker rooms that he was oblivious to the fact that we
were both still naked. I took one in each hand, put one to my lips
and chugged it down.
"I figured you were gettin' dry by now. Here," he said, as he politely
traded my empty for one of his full ones. Dave went back to the
couch and flopped down, putting one arm on the back of the couch
where I'd soon be. I went around the other side of the coffee table
so that I could swing in without putting my ass in his face.
I flopped down with a bit of an "oof", again taken by surprise by
how low the couch sat. My belly made another "gloop" from inside,
as though either of us needed a reminder of how stuffed I was. My
momentum threw me up against Dave, who had sat closer to the
middle than last time, and I felt my skin on his and could smell his
musky scent. Dave's eyes followed my belly like most men follow
the breasts on busty women. His cock was still rock hard, and
arched upward towards his muscle belly. My heart pounded so hard
I could feel it in my ears as I leaned and reached my hand across
to rub the now steady stream of precum around on the fist-sized
Dave threw his head back and inhaled a slow deep breath. Leaning
towards him had let my belly roll into the little space between us,
and it actually touched the couch. Dave spread his legs apart,
letting his lemon-sized balls flop down, resting squarely on the
couch with plenty of foreskin to spare. He reached across with his
outside arm and began to caress my belly, making it the subject of
the erotic thoughts that were fueling his monstrous erection. My
arm lay across the equator of my belly and working on his cock
was sending seismic activity outward across my fleshy surface.
I was totally in control now. Dave was twitching and flexing so much
that he looked about to explode. The work his muscles were doing
was causing them to swell to a magnificent size. It was like he was
experiencing a full-body erection. Soon Dave's hand left my belly as
he laid flat again, breathing out slowly and in very quickly. "Oh-hoh
UNGH!" His cock swelled in my hand and burst huge globs and
ropes of cum higher and higher up his body. His abs drew up tight
lifting him into almost a fetal position as every muscle tensed up
hard. You have no idea the insane sense of power you have when
the god of your hottest fantasies is rendered totally under the
control of your single hand.
I showed no mercy, milking his cock for every ounce and forcing
him to twitch and flex for me. "Oh-hoh…stuh... stuh…STOP!" he
screamed, sending one last glob far above his head onto the wall.
He relaxed very slowly, opening up like a flower, whimpering and
rubbing the puddles and streams of thick cum that drained to the
cracks between his abs and pecs. Huge white globs stuck to his
pumped pecs like snow on two mountains. It had to be more than a
minute before his mind returned to his present situation.
"Holy fucking A! I've never. . . " He lifted his head to survey his
work, and I scrambled to my feet.
"I'll get a towel," I said as I headed to the bathroom.
"Better bring two," he moaned. "This shit's everywhere."
Standing again reminded me that I still had a good buzz going, and
also that I was still bloated way bigger than ever before. The sweat
and cum drying on my belly made me aware of the air flowing
across it as I walked. I grabbed the towels from the rod in the
bathroom and returned, enjoying the view of Dave's balls resting
between his legs and his spent cock laying upside down in the
groove where his leg meets his torso. The cum vein traced the
length of it to the back of his cockhead, accentuating its impressive
length. His arms lay outstretched so as to not make a big mess
worse, and he smiled with his eyes closed, as though meditating on
whatever power had done this to him.
I walked to where I thought I could maybe start to wipe up the
mess, standing between his open legs, when he sprung the trap
that he'd set for me. Dave sat up and wrapped his arms tightly
around my legs and swooped in under my belly, taking my cock into
his mouth and sucking like a madman. I was totally taken by
surprise, and totally pinned by his huge arms and slippery bulging
Over the rise of my belly I watched as his face appeared and
disappeared again, noticing the way his short brown hair swirled at
the crown. His lips and tongue worked me so fast and so furiously
that my knees began to buckle, and I felt my weight slowly
transferring to his powerful arms. His hands massaged my ass and
his dancing pecs and biceps, slick with cum, massaged my thighs.
It was like my whole body was an erection being stroked. I tried to
concentrate, tried to hold back, tried desperately to make this last
as long as possible. Suddenly his head disappeared completely
beneath the horizon of my belly as he took my thick 8. 5" cock to
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