"Oh. So you're finally home," an impossibly deep voice said. "You and I need to have a talk, kid. Sit."
Jake blinked in disbelief at the sight of his mom's boyfriend, Derek. The last time he'd seen him, just that morning, they'd been about the same height, though Derek outweighed him by about 80 pounds (mostly muscle, thanks to a few years behind bars). The absolute freak of nature using their couch like an armchair had the same features, the same dark hair, the same fuck you smirk, but he was just... so much bigger. And FATTER. And he was naked, an erection the size of a fire extinguisher poking up from beneath his heavy gut, nuts the size of overripe grapefruits swaying heavily between his thighs.
"Good boy," Derek began, a phrase which sent a jolt straight to Jake's cock, which grew erect in his skinny jeans.
"Oh my god, Derek, what happened?" Jake asked, as he tried not to stare, trying to cover his own bulge, tiny as it was by comparison, as he found his way to one of the armchairs flanking the couch.
Jake knew exactly what had happened.
Derek didn't take his eyes off Jake for a second. There was something in his expression Jake had only seen in men at The Eagle. Hunger.
His mom's boyfriend continued, in his deep yet familiar voice, "Oh so that's how yer gonna play it. Right. So yer gonna pretend like it wasn't you who slipped a handful of my bulking pills into my protein shake this morning?"
Jake's silence was confession enough.
Derek sighed, leaning back into the leather sofa which creaked under his new weight. "I know I'm not your real dad, and we haven't exactly gotten along since I moved in, but your mom likes me. She likes me a lot. And because I don't want to hurt her, I won't hurt you. But to be honest, kid, you hurt me. I work hard on my body, and now, look at me. I'm a fuckin' blob."
Jake opened his mouth to respond, but Derek merely lifted a meaty sausage finger from the back of the sofa, a gesture which said, shut the fuck up and listen.
"Like I said, I'm not going to hurt you," his heavy cock pulsed and jumped, just once. "But I am going to learn you a lesson. About choices, kid. Choices and consequences. Gonna learn you a whole lotta lessons tonight."
"Derek, I didn't mean -- I mean I didn't think --" But I'd hoped, he stopped himself from saying.
"That's right, kid. You didn't think. And here we are. These huge balls are flooding my body with testosterone like I can't believe. This enormous gut is practically pinning me to this couch, and I'm hornier than I have ever been in my life. Can't keep a clear thought in my head. Been down here fer hours now, jerkin' this freaky thing off to YouTube workout videos. Bouncin' titties and spandex is usually all it takes, but not only am I strugglin' to reach around this fuckin' whale belly, I can barely get two hands around my own cock now! I need a... Holy Jesus, kid, I can't believe I'm saying this to you of all people... I need a hole. A deep, tight, wet... hungry... fuck... I really want to breed your throat, Jake. It's all I can fuckin' think about."
A stream of pre-cum flowed out of the head of Derek's cock and dropped to the carpet in front of the couch. He hadn't even touched himself.
"Those pills are a joke, Derek! They don't work."
"Don't work, huh? Then explain this," Derek said, hefting his gut and letting it fall. The hairy ball of blubber bounced, his giant cock bounced, his swollen, hairy nut sack bounced and swayed and bounced.
Jake felt like he was going to pass out.
"I'm a fuckin' giant, fat, monster-cocked freak now, 'cus o' you. Not to mention them pills is expensive as hell! One bottle is supposed to last a year, kid! What the hell were you thinking?"
Derek's tone subtly shifted from pure frustration to conspiratorial. He grinned.
"That's exactly what you want though isn't it? I know what you're into. What you like. Yer a little freak. Don't worry. I'm a freak too. You like fuckin' giants, and I like rough deepthroat videos where the dick don't fit. Lots of gaggin', chokin'. Filthy face fuckin'. I feel like my balls are churnin' up a gallon here. I need to pump it into someone, might as fuckin' well be you. A mouth is a mouth. I'll just pretend I'm back in back in prison. My cellie knew his way around a cock."
"I -- what?" Derek had conversational whiplash. "Listen, man. It was supposed to be a joke. A stupid joke. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love sucking dick. As much as the next guy. More even. But I don't think I can -- I don't think I can handle that thing. You're just... too big, Derek. Maybe before... when you were closer to my size."
Derek didn't take his eyes off Jake, but popped his moobs and bounced his cock, yet another drip of pre-cum joining the pool at his feet.
"Sure about that, little guy?"
Jake practically salivated at the sight. His cock was throbbing beneath his cupped hands. He felt like he was about to cum just from looking at Derek, the giant overgrown beast Derek had become.
"Washed my ballsack for you and everything," Derek continued. “'Course it was tough, seein' as I can't see 'em, on account'a all'o this here gut. And I don't fit in the shower no more. Had to use the sink, and the mirror. Ended up pumpin' a load down the drain. Just kept shootin' and shootin'. Damn near overflowed the thing. That was a few loads ago, and they haven't gotten any smaller. If anythin' they've increased. So much fuckin' cum... so thick... heavy... " He smirked at Jake, knowing full well he was driving the horned-up college boy crazy.
"What's the matter, little guy? Am I too much fer you? Hey, remember when I caught you starin' at me when I got out o' the shower the other day? Your mom and I talked about that. She said not to worry about it. That you were harmless."
Jake couldn't take it anymore. He had to have that cock. But he still had doubts, wasn't sure Derek wasn't just fucking around and teasing him.
"... I... Bro... She's right upstairs. What if she comes down?"
"I ain't your bro. And she ain't coming down. She gave up after the first few inches. Stopped trying to take this monster dick and took an Ambien instead. She'll be out for hours."
Jake looks down at the carpet between Derek's huge feet, eying the growing pool of pre-cum hungrily. He stands nervously and steps slowly between Derek's huge legs, still not sure the invitation to suck the bobbing, dripping monster cock is real or some sort of trick. He kneels, slowly, never breaking eye contact with the much larger, much older man, who nods his approval.
Kneeling between them, Derek's thighs, walls of enormous fat-covered muscle, block out the rest of the room from Jake's view.
"Good boy. Now, I know we haven't gotten along in the past, Jake, but I think we can grow to like each other," Derek said. It wasn't lost on Jake how Derek had emphasized the word grow.
"You better not tell my mom about this," he says, Derek's freakishly oversized body making him dizzy with lust. Derek was all he could see, all he could smell, and all he wanted right now. He wanted to give Derek whatever he wanted, for as long as he wanted, and he wouldn't be satisfied until Derek was satisfied.
