Sexually Transmitted Fat - Part 5

We walked to his place, our collective bulk taking up the entire sidewalk. As we walked I started to get a little dizzier than a few beers and a few shots should have made me, but at the time I brushed it off. Giles steadied me a few times and kept me walking. Kept talking. I forget about what, but his voice was soothing and inviting and calming. I didn’t want him to stop talking.

Finally we get to his place, a little townhouse with a walk-up, and I nearly fell getting up the stairs. Once again, Giles caught me, and for some reason his touch just felt so incredibly good. I wanted more. I wanted him.

“Woah, hey, wait ‘till we’re inside there, tiger,” he said. My hand was already under his shirt. I hadn’t even noticed. I slipped it back out sheepishly as he fished in his pockets for his keys.

His place was nice. Cozy. A bit small. He put on an old vinyl record playing quiet jazz. I was sitting on the couch trying to keep my head from spinning. He came back with a glass of water and asked if I was okay.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I said. His concern warmed me. Then he sat down beside me and touched my shoulder. I sank into him, our weight causing his couch to groan in protest.

“You wanna, maybe, get more comfortable?” Giles asked. Then he started taking off his shirt. That seemed like a good idea--I was strangely hot all of a sudden.

Beside me I watch Giles remove his t-shirt, revealing a wide expanse of darkly colored flesh. His belly spread out into his lap, with a pair of wide tits topped with thick nipples resting atop. Even though I’d never really thought of bigger guys as alluring, I couldn’t help but gaze at his chest with longing.

“You like?” I nodded. “Maybe come over here and get a taste.”

I needed no further invitation. I struggled for a moment with my own t-shirt, but as soon as it was off I practically fell on his chest, my tongue lapping at his extra-wide nips. They were big, like a pair of olives sticking out of soft, warm, and pillowing flab. I pressed into his chest as far as my face would go, and I heard a deep and sonorous moan coming from Giles’ mouth.

From there, things seemed to blur. I felt large and strong hands grabbing me and pulling me in. I felt a tongue in my mouth, wide and oppressive, but incredibly hot. I heard snippets of encouragement, muffled curses and commands to grab this part of his body, to caress another, to suck on a third. Everything was a swirling mess of flesh, sweat, and heat. My mind buzzed with pleasure so loudly it drowned out everything else.

I remember dropping to my knees and then pressing my face into his crotch so far it was like his body was surrounding my entire being. I licked, nibbled, and eventually came face to face with his cock. It suddenly became my entire world. It was everything, and I had to have it inside me.

I sucked on it. He moaned. I sucked harder. He moaned harder. This went on and on until I tasted the distinct saltiness of his essence. He was leaking profusely in my mouth, so much that if I had been of the right mind I probably would have thought he’d cum already.

But I wasn’t in my right mind. I wouldn’t figure that out until much, much later. And much too late.

At the time, I couldn't get enough of his pre. I sucked and lapped and drank down every pearl of clear liquid I could get my mouth on. I started to feel even hotter, like my body was on fire and the only thing that could put it out was more of his delicious cock juice.

“Aww, yeah, look at you go,” he said. I think. He might have said “grow”. I couldn’t be sure as my ears were mostly surrounded by his enormous thighs.

I don’t know how long this went on. All I knew was more cock, more heat. Eventually I remember feeling an odd sensation of cold on the very edge of my belly, like someone was holding a cool plate against it. It didn’t make sense so I ignored it, but it didn’t go away. The sensation grew and grew until it finally broke through the haze clouding my mind.

I stood up suddenly and nearly fell flat on my ass. I looked down to see what was wrong and nearly jumped when I saw what: I was huge. Not as big as the guy I was blowing, but easily 50 lbs heavier than I remember ever being. My belly sagged over my waist and my chest had two giant mounds I’d never had before. I raised a shaking hand up to grab at my enlarged man tits and squeezed them. It felt… strange. But also kinda good.

It finally occurred to me that something was wrong. “What did you do to me?” I asked.

“Nothing, baby. Why don’t we go to my bed--we’ll have some real fun there.” Fun sounded good, so I dumbly followed. On the way there I was almost overcome by the new sensation of all my extra pounds jiggling and wiggling with every move I made. I’d always been big, but solid, and having all this excess just hanging off me was an alien sensation.

I followed Giles to his bed. He was already waiting for me, naked, erect, cooing sweet nothings at me. I collapsed on the bed, my belly spilling between us and meeting his own spreading form. He reached out and touched my softened chest. I reached out and touched his. For a few minutes we just played with our respective breasts, becoming more and more aroused as we fondled and pinched the sensitive flab and nips.

“You ready to get fucked?” Giles asked suddenly, breaking me out of the hypnotic tit-play. I nodded.

I’d never had sex with someone of his size. He was no slouch in the trousers department (even a bit on the big side), but there was just so much surrounding it that insertion necessitated that he find a way to move some of himself out of the way. And there were new parts of me that were also in the way, and best way to get them out of the way was doggy-style.

On hands and knees, I felt him finger my ass-hole. His fat fingers felt heavenly and I leaned my chest onto the bed to give him even better access. Then I felt his finger withdraw only to be replaced by his wide, slick cockhead.

Then I felt something I’d never felt before: his entire belly resting on my backside. It was like someone had draped a heavy, sweaty blanket over my back. It was odd, but comforting somehow.

Then he pressed his way in. The pain was momentary. The pleasure that came afterward seemed unending.

He started fucking me and that odd heat returned. I didn’t notice as more and more of my torso began to rest on the bed--my entire world was focused on my prostate and how his buried cock kept hammering it relentlessly. His belly was sliding up and down my back as he thrust in and out as both our bodies were covered in sweat.

I came first. As his thrusting became more violent the sensation of my entire body wiggling in unison produced enough friction around my cock that it was like I’d become a giant, fleshy vibrator. I came hard and long, feeling a pool of jizz forming between my thighs that somehow made my entire groin wet.

Then I heard a low, building moan from behind me. A few more thrusts and Giles came in my asshole. He didn’t use a condom. I’d figure that out later.

But at the time, I felt a filling sensation unlike any other. And then I could see myself expand, growing larger by the second as he filled me. It was as though his very essence was draining into me, making me as large as he was. At least, that’s what I thought.

I felt myself taking up more of the bed, of more of me touching the sheets, of the mattress sinking further under our combined weight. I felt my chin descend, felt rolls form on the back of my neck and all throughout my torso. I watched as my hands blew up into overstuffed sausages. I felt my own ass grow so large that it pushed Giles out of me even before he’d finished cumming.

Later, doctors would say I was one of the worst cases of STO they’d ever seen contracted--650 lbs, give or take a few.

Giles was gentlemanly, at least. He reached underneath my tonnage and jerked me off to a second earth-shattering orgasm. We then spooned and hugged and cuddled for another hour or so before another bout of sex.

But eventually I started to come down and realize the truth: I’d been drugged, and my new size wasn’t temporary. This was me now--an enormous whale.

Giles figured out that the change in my demeanour meant the party was over. He gave me a change of clothes--woefully too small, but better than what I’d had--and sent me on my way. I tried to report him to the police, but they proved unhelpful. Apparently they were understaffed as more officers succumbed to the virus and simply couldn’t investigate every date-rape case that crossed their desk anymore.

So I learned to deal with my new size. It sucked, but what can you do? Just put one triple-wide shoe in front of the other, that’s my new motto. And besides, every day more and more people were becoming just like me. All I needed to do was keep a positive attitude and things would work out just fine.

They didn’t.