The Board Game - Part 7

The chair that Steve was sitting in was already straining under the weight of the steadily fattening caveman. When 500 lb Jason decided to straddle Steve’s hairy lap with thighs the size of telephone poles, the chair splintered into a thousand pieces with Jay’s billowing torso nearly enveloping the hair-covered and heavy-browed neanderthal on the floor.

It certainly enveloped Steve’s hard cock, which he instinctively thrust into the soft, yielding mass over top of him.

“Whoops!” Jay announced before he took note of the nearly arm-sized organ that was pressing into his belly. “Well now, someone’s come around to the idea of curves I see,” he quipped, and then began to grind his obese body against Steve’s immensely strong and slowly softening form.

After a few moments of this, Jay noticed a growing wetness that could only be Steve’s pre-cum. He heaved himself up to see, and sure enough, Steve’s hair was matted with the stuff from navel to thighs, his slit pulsing with drops like a leaky faucet. Jay grinned and then maneuvered himself further up Steve’s height before reaching back and angling the leaky shaft against his crack.

Jay rubbed the shaft between his cheeks, his now beach ball-sized rear providing the perfect amount of additional crack to accept Steve’s immensity. Then once sufficiently lubricated, he angled the shaft just so the head would catch on his hole, and then he gently and carefully sat on Steve’s cock.

The whole maneuver was impressive for several reasons--first, because Jay was essentially slowly squatting his considerable mass without his quads so much as quivering from the strain (although the rest of him certainly was quivering), and second because Steve’s cock was like several soda cans aligned end to end.

Once finally bottoming out, Jay moaned. Steve howled. And Gord finally came to from his brief nap on the table where the board game was sitting to find immensely fat Jay spearing himself on an immensely hung ancestor to humanity.

First he thought it was all a bizarre dream. Then he reached down to feel his own horse-organ as it jutted half-hard from the ruined denim of what used to be his jeans. Then he saw Steve begin to take long, full thrusts in and out of Jay’s hole, grabbing his bulging love handles to thrust all the harder, and Gord felt a familiar rush of blood to his groin and a familiar rise from his shaft.

Not wanting a repeat of last time, Gord finally greed himself from beneath the table to finally get a good look at his organ. It was huge: a shaft nearly 2-feet long, mottled pink and black, with a wide, flat head and an animalistic sheath connecting to his upper pubic area. Reaching below, Gord found an equally huge set of testicles handing from a grocery bag-sized sac over the edge of the chair. He shifted in his seat to feel the pendulous weight swing back and forth a few times.

Then Gord’s attention went back to the display in front of him. It was undeniably bizarre, but also undeniably hot, as his gigantic shaft had now grown to the point of obstructing his view.

Seeing as how both Jay and Steve seemed to be occupied, Gord decided it was time to familiarize himself with his new anatomy and enjoy the scene presented to him. Using both hands, Gord began to rub up and down his shaft in a motion that felt utterly alien--like he was trying to jerk-off a baseball bat.

Meanwhile, Jay was trying to survive the onslaught of a sexually released Steve, who was now using his immense strength to drive his arm-sized dick as deep into Jay as it could possibly go. He was also grabbing and squeezing his flabby rolls, going from tits to belly to love handles and then back again. It was just short of enough force to cause pain, which meant for Jay it was taking him to new heights of pleasure.

Steve was beyond thought. He was hard and inside something warm and soft and pliable, and he’d fuck it until he came. And he did.

Another howl announced Steve’s orgasm. White fluid began to immediately gush from Jay’s asshole as the cum had nowhere else to go but out. The force of the blast was enough to set off Jay’s own orgasm, which coated the space between his sagging belly and Steve’s furry torso.

The sight was enough to set off Gord, who had the presence of mind to angle his unit such that it didn’t completely coat both Jay and Steve when it erupted. It still managed to splash some milky fluid on Steve’s shoulder, however.

All three simply sat back to drink in their lovely afterglow, but then the board game beckoned with an eldritch glow. And it was Gord’s turn.