John stared at the screen in shock. He was on a website, he wasn't quite sure how he found it, but it had his full attention. Big red letters spelled out, Mrs. Fatcock.
He watched as a camera turned on and a hand pulled away. The figure in question was gorgeous- a model of some sort, her face obscured, but her body on full display. She was in nothing but a string bikini, her boobs threatening to tear through at any second! John gulped.
"Hey you pervs! Are you ready for the show?" the girl asked in a sweet and bubbly voice. "You're gonna get to see the fattest cock on earth! Introducing Mrs. Fatcock!" A drumroll played as another figure walked into the screen. She was a milf- no doubt about that- and a sexy one. Boobs at least the size of her head were drawn up in a lacy bra, nipples the size of thimbles tented the fabric. She had wide, childbearing hips that would make any red blooded male horny. But that wasn't the part John was focusing on
"What the hell..." he muttered in shock. The mystery woman's crotch was massive. There were merely no other words to describe it. It looked like someone had shoved a soccer ball down a pair of lace panties! The outline of a thick cock and and massive balls were barely contained. The thick figure waved, causing her package to bounce and jiggle
"Now, for all your first timers, this is Mrs. Fatcock! She is the biggest, the most fertile, and true sexiest futa to ever exist!" The model pressed her face up against Mrs. Fatcocks crotch and inhaled deeply.
"Hehe, and she smells the best too! Now, since today is the first of our week-long special, we're going to start with some teasing. Ready Mrs. Fatcock?" Mrs. Fatcock nodded. Suddenly, a loud gurgle could be heard. The panties strained as the bulge grew slightly
"My my, someone's excited!"
The massive bulge began to pulse and, to John's surprise, grow. What was once a soccer ball sized bulge quickly grew to basketball, then bra ball, and finally yoga ball!
He gasped as he watched the thick veins pulse madly, about the width of a large sausage "What the fuck is this?" he asked. Despite his apparent disgust, he was rock hard, his small cock making a tent in his pants.
A moan was heard from the screen and John turned to look. The seams on the panties were starting to tear! The model rushed in front of the camera to block the view of the monstrous futas package
"Whoa there! We can't have our secrets getting out so soon, can we! For all you degenerates, tune in next time to catch a glimpse of Mrs. Fatcocks balls! As the week goes on, we'll reveal more and more. Until then!" The camera turned off, and the screen went black. John stood there in shock. He looked down to see that he had came, a small wet spot on his pants. He couldn't believe what he just saw!
"Honey! Dinners ready!" John flinched. It was his mother calling him. "I'll be down in a second!" he threw on some new pants, waited for his boner to subside, and walked down stairs
"Hi mom." He said. The woman at the stove turned. And what a woman she was! Massive breasrs, barely contained by her shirt, trailed down to a thin waist and then exploded back out at the hips. This was Bella (or Mrs. Thick), John's mother.
"What were you up to sweetie? You took quite a while! Anyways, here's dinner!" she chirped, placing a plate of spaghettu at her sons seat. John sat down and began to eat in silence, his mind a blur.
"Baby? John? Are you okay?" his mother asked, shaking him out of his daze "Huh? Oh yeah, I'm fine. Just... thinking." John said. "Okay baby. Would you like any sausage with your spaghetti?" His mother asked. Suddenly, images of that inhuman cock flashed in his mind. He could feel his cock hardening and cursed his perverse teen mind.
"No! No sausage! I'm not feeling well!" he ran upstairs and closed the door
"John! Honey?" Mrs. Thick sighed. "I guess that's what being a teenager is all about." Mrs. Thick said. She cleared the dinner plates, and walked back to her room, locking the door behind her. Meanwhile, her son sat on his computer, reading the comments from the last stream from Mrs. Fatcock.
"Ha! I know a fake cock when I see one!" One read.
"The world record is 14 inches or sometimes. I bet it can't even get hard!" Read another.
John's mind relaxed until he read the next comment: "That monster is real: it's real, and I've seen it in person!"
John hurried to close his computer, his mind full of images of that huge bulge. He tried to sleep, but he couldn't! He opened his computer and was surprised to see that it was streaming!
"Ladies and gentlemen, Mrs. Fatcock has requested a special episode today, one to make a certain someone cheer up!" Johns mouth fell open. "Now, we won't be showing any skin, but we will be appealing to... another sense." said the mystery model mysteriously.
The camera panned back to see Mrs. Fatcock sitting on a throne, her massive ballsack touching the floor.
"Tada!" said the model. "Feast your eyes, but soon, your ears! Now, I know many of you are probably very confused. Maybe a demo would help!" The camera was pulled closer to the titanic scrotum. Soon, it filled the fabric- two massive bulges covered entirely in a tight spandex.
"Show our viewers what I mean Mrs. Fatcock!" There was silence for a second before the most insane, arousing thing to ever bless John's ears happened. The balls started to GURGLE. Yes, gurgle: he watched as they began to churn and gurgle, a sloshing noise evident
 
                             
                         
                         
                         
                         
                         
                                 
                                 
                                 
                                