chapter 3

With one of his paws he took my hand and started leading me into the bedroom. I felt like I was in a daze, that this couldn't possibly be happening, none of this was real. There was no way I was about to bang the hottest man I had ever seen in my life, in complete disbelief at my luck. He seemed to sense my nervousness, pleased at how flustered he had gotten this woman.

We walked into his bedroom. Most of the room was taken up by an enormous king-sized mattress, blankets strewn about, clothes littering the floor. I barely noticed the mini-fridge next to his bed, nor the endless wrappers and fast food bags all over. I couldn't tear my eyes away from him, not even for a second.

Without warning he pushed me down onto the bed, and I let out a gasp as I landed onto the soft, plush mattress. I was on my back now, staring up at him. He somehow seemed even larger than before, his chest slowly rising and falling with each laboured breath.

"I know how badly you want me to fuck you," he grunted, bending over to pull off his boxers. Without hesitation I started to do the same, tearing off my shirt and unbuttoning my pants for him. My panties were moist, as if every part of body were screaming out at the same time for him. Despite him standing in the nude I couldn't see his cock, covered by his titanic gut, though I knew that he must have been fully-erect. I laid there in only my panties and bra, discarding my clothes onto the pile on the floor, waiting for him to claim me as his prize. Nearly naked, I felt smaller and more vulnerable than ever. I knew what he could do to me if he wanted to with his size and strength, and I wanted him to do everything. My breaths were quick and heavy, my heart pounding, my limbs trembling with anticipation.

Slowly he lumbered over to me, each movement deliberate. He leaned over onto the bed, his belly hanging beneath him, brushing against the mattress. As he crawled forward his body began to blanket me, his gut covering my legs with ease, sliding up over my waist. He placed an arm on each side of my head and suddenly he was on top of me, all six hundred pounds of him. I felt my chest struggle to resist his weight and my breaths were short and frantic. With confidence, he took each of my arms and pulled them above my head, leaving me completely exposed and helpless, pinned down by his weight, unable to move. Feeling me struggle beneath him, he smiled, pleased that he was able to drive me so completely insane by doing almost nothing at all.

"Fuuuckkk," he gasped, slowly grinding his hips into the bed. "You're so fucking adorable." He slid a hand down to my torso, squeezing my ribcage and pelvis, the way my bones protruded from my body standing in sharp contrast to his own. I could only manage to let out a series of gentle moans, my face flushed. Moving his hand upwards he wrapped it around my chest, one hand alone almost being able to wrap around me completely. He gave my breasts a firm squeeze before leaning in to kiss my neck, nibbling on my skin as he did so. His hand moved to the small of my back before undoing my bra, exposing my small breasts. My breath quickened, and so did his.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard," he moaned, leaning in to kiss me again. I felt his hot, moist breath wash over me, the scent of his last meal still heavy on his tongue, those cheeseburgers and nachos and chicken wings and donuts and beer still digesting away inside of him, soon to become even more weight on his already-enormous body. "I'm going to fuck you until you're begging me to stop, and I know you want it." I nodded in approval, unable to speak from the weight of him crushing me, wanting nothing else in the world more.

And then he climbed up over me even more, until even my face was smothered by his belly. Every inch of me was hidden by his body and I could barely breathe, dizzy and light-headed from it all. I could hear only the sound of his breathing and the rhythmic thudding of his heart as he began to grind into me, his legs pinning my own between them. I felt the tip of his cock brush against my womanhood. I spread my legs as far as I could for him as I felt him enter me, my entrance soaking wet. His girth was surprising and took me off guard, and I whimpered as he slammed his hips into me, groaning with each thrust. I felt his balls bounce against my legs as he took me. Like a grizzly bear fucking a rabbit.

I felt him climax inside me of me and I followed suit soon afterwards. I heard him scream out in pleasure, felt his muscles tense and his cock throb as he flooded me. His seed spilled out of me, dripping down my inner thighs and onto the bedsheets.

And then the air fell quiet and he exhaled and his muscles relaxed. He laid there on top of me for a few moments more, collecting his breath, and I felt as if I would pass out at any moment. I had never experienced anything so powerful, so visceral, in my entire life. We were both exhausted, run ragged from the sheer feat of it all. Finally his took his weight off of me, grunting as he did so, plopping down on the mattress beside me, the entire bed creaking beneath him. I was rolled into him, breathing heavily, relieved to finally have some air.

"Holy fuck," I whispered, still collecting my breath. I was sore all over but in the best way possible, the kind of exhilarating soreness you can only get from having the best sex of your life. We were both red-faced and sweating heavily, him moreso than I. Instinctively I snuggled up beside him, nestling myself against his chest as he wrapped his arm around me, pulling me tight. We sat there in silence for a few minutes more, euphoric, feeling the air from the ceiling fan blow against us. A perfect moment of peace.

After what seemed like an entire lifetime, the silence was broken by the rumbling of his stomach. It growled with surprising volume and greed.

"Fuckin' hell," he said before leaning over to the mini-fridge beside his bed and pulling out a carton of milkshake. He tore open the cap of the bottle before tilting his head back, emptying the entire bottle within seconds before letting out a contended belch. I smiled and pushed myself into him even more, enamoured with his shameless displays of gluttony.

He glanced over at the clock beside his bed, which read 10:15pm. "Night's still young," he said, mindlessly grabbing a box of mini-donuts on the beside table and tearing it open, shoving three of them into his mouth at once, barely chewing before he swallowed them down. "There's a few fast food places still open down the street and I'm fuckin' starving. Y'wanna go grab some food with me?"

I nodded, then smiled. There was nothing I wanted to do more.