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Virtual Reality - Finale!
🕑 Added 2021-05-30 21:35:11 +0000 UTCI was never really into guys even remotely close to my size, but the contrast between Leo’s soft expanse and my somewhat more solid bulk was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. His touch was everywhere--every square inch of skin, every fleshy fold, and every crevice was filled with his wobbling, jiggling excess. It was like making love to a leaky, squealing jello mould.
I didn’t even need to line myself up with his hole. Simply inserting my cock into the cavern of Leo’s groin was more than enough. I could feel his much smaller cock rubbing up against my monster, covering it in endless slime, lubricating every inch of me. I’d thrust in, his pillowy fat would yield to my advance, and Leo would scream in delight as I absolutely pummeled his groin, but it didn’t matter--he was so goddamn fat now that every impact was spread over such a wide area that he experienced no pain, only building pleasure.
A shriek and Leo came all over my tool, turning his gunt into a hot swamp of sweat, cum, flesh, and hair. I maintained my pace all through Leo’s orgasm, remembering this was as much a punishment as anything. He wanted a big bear to take control, to ravish him, to make him feel safe--well, who am I to disagree?
I could feel my own orgasm approaching, but I clamped down, grunting through the waves of pleasure as I kept rutting Leo’s corpulence. His cries of ecstasy had become pleas to stop, to give him a moment to catch his breath, but I ignored them too. Nothing was going to stop me from filling this fat boy with the biggest load of his goddamn life.
“Oh, oh, ohhhhhh…” Another shriek, and Leo came again. Our groins were sopping wet and made the most unflattering sounds, but I pressed on, pushing out every drop of cum from Leo’s balls by using my own dick like a battering ram. He squeaked a third time, and I felt a much smaller gush of fluid fill what little space remained between us.
At that point the noises stopped. Leo was merely panting, eyes closed, head thrashing slowly back and forth. He seemed oblivious to his surroundings, so I felt it necessary to remind him of where he was and what was happening. Who was happening.
I pushed and heaved using all my strength and only just managed to turn Leo onto his front. Big backside was just as broad as his front, only without the lines of his rolls or the cavern of his belly button. It was just an endless pale sea marked by one deep trench that seemed to dive beyond Leo’s body and into the bed itself.
I climbed atop, our combined weight pressing into the mattress so far I thought we’d tunneled underground. I lined up first with Leo’s crack before I reached beneath my belly and pressed down, down, down, parting his cleft until finally I felt myself meet just a hint of resistance. And then I pressed in just a bit more, luxuriating in the feeling of Leo’s generous ass giving way to something far tighter.
Leo’s moan was stifled by the mattress (and possibly his own chest flab) as I buried myself as far as Leo’s ass would allow. I was certainly at least as far in as I was immediately following my enhancement, although I was far, far thicker now. Despite my girth, Leo’s succulent hole gave way easily to my weighty advance.
At his current size, topping Leo was more like trying to find a gopher hole between two mountains, but my mighty tool was the perfect one for the job. This time my thrusts were slow, deliberate, and as deep as I could make them. I was an oil well drilling for crude in a vast, groaning, undulating desert.
It didn’t take long to strike white gold. First it was Leo of course, his moaning turned to stifled sputters as he gasped and spasmed, his whole body shuddering beneath me like an earthquake. I couldn’t see, but I could hear the wet splat as his third load erupted from his buried cock to strike his own flab with audible force.
That was enough for me. I buried myself to the hilt, letting my full weight drive my rod as deep as Leo’s ass would allow. I roared as I filled his ass with jet after jet of virtual seed, the drug-enhanced orgasm beyond comprehension or control. My hips drove themselves forward on autopilot as I struggled to simply stay conscious.
By some miracle I managed to stay upright. Leo’s breathing had returned to its normal, if somewhat heavier, rate.
“I don’t want to be like this,” Leo said, the first clear words he’d spoken since arriving in virtual.
“You don’t know what you want,” I replied, emphasizing the point with a rough thrust. “That’s why you made me.”
Leo didn’t say anything else for the rest of our time, which was spent rutting like mindless animals.
He was shocked when we finally made our way back to the real world. He was in tears at how tiny and frail he was, but I promised to protect him and build him back to the man he thought he once was. With the program’s help, it didn’t take long for Leo to pack on the pounds. The first month was an easy 100 pounds, then 60 the next month, then 40 after that. By the end of the year, Leo was finally feeling comfortable in his own skin, and I was fucking the hottest fat boy every night before bed.
