Chapter 5 - weekend in montreal part 3

"See that bag over on the bedside table? Can you get the small clear bottle out of it?" I asked.

Doug got up off me and crawled to the top of the bed where the table was. I took the opportunity to roll myself over, and move further up the bed as well. I sat myself down, with my back toward the headboard, and arranged the pillows to support me. Doug was there next to me, kneeling on the bed, holding out the bottle of lube for me.

"Thanks," I said, accepting the bottle. "Come here."

I squirted a generous amount of the clear liquid into my hand, and rubbed it in my palms for a few seconds to warm in up before reaching forward for his hard penis. I clutched it firmly, and he moaned. It throbbed slightly as I ran my fingers over it, and stroked its length, making it slick and slippery It felt as big in my hand as it looked, and I realized it dwarfed my own. As I stroked Doug's member, his eyes closed, and one of his hands went to the base of my belly, fondling a handful of flab. I started to stroke a little faster, and he groaned in response. The tension was escalating, when my wife came into the room.

"Mmm, looks nice," she said, walking toward the table by the bed. She pulled a dildo out of the bag and started to head back to toward the other room, until she was distracted by the sight of Doug's massive cock.

"Jay, do you think you could take that thing?" she asked.

I stopped stroking, confused. What did she mean? Then it dawned on me! "I don't know, he's really big," I said, and I reached my fingers around his girth. "Yes, I think so."

"You guys should try that," she said, as she stepped out of view, no doubt returning to an anxiously awaiting Annie.

By this point Doug has figured out what she was talking about as well. I smiled at him. "I'm game if you are," I said. "Ever wanted to f--k a big, fat blob?"

He smiled. "Let's see that big butt of yours."

With a fair bit of effort, I got over onto my hands and knees on the bed. Because my limbs were sinking into the covers and mattress due to my weight, my belly was laying on the bed as well, making it tough to move around. Doug found a condom and the bottle of lube, and turned back to my waiting behind.

"That is a really fat f--king a$$," he said, which made us both laugh. "This makes Annie's butt look tiny!" I wiggled my bottom in response. I felt his hands on my hips, his fingers digging into my soft flesh. He ran his palms over my thick bottom, squeezing the soft cheeks, and finally he spanked me, hard. My fat wobbled and jiggled in response. "You're fat everywhere!"

I could feel his lubed cock press up against my butt hole. He started to enter me slowly, and I let out an involuntary moan. He eased forward slowly, gently, checking to make sure he wasn't going too fat. It took maybe a minute before my ass was fully relaxed and happily accepting him. He gripped my love handles hard with both hands, and I could feel his cock swell inside me. He started to slide in and out, ever so gently and slowly at first, and soon we were both groaning. I felt as if my whole body had been filled up, and I was practically quivering as a result.

"Oh man, you are such a fat f--king hog," Doug muttered, his voice deep and rumbling.

"Yes, I am a fat pig," I gasped, breathing heavily. I could feel my own desperate, hard penis rubbing up against the flesh of my fupa and thighs, buried deep out of sight.

"Such a greedy, huge hog!"

He slapped his strong hands hard on my blubbery hips, pulled himself deeper. I groaned, then I oinked for him. I felt him twitch when I made the sound, so I oinked again.

"Blubber bucket of a pig," he growled, "so filled with lard... getting fatter and fatter... so f--king fat and..."

I let out a yelp, and my body shook as my cock twitched and spasmed, climaxing hard. I could feel the warm come on my fat. I oinked repeatedly, and felt his hands gripping my the flab of my love handles so hard it hurt, until he, too, came. He grunted, thrusting a few final times before I could feel his body relax.

Doug pulled out, and I collapsed onto the bed, barely able to support myself with my arms any longer. Doug fell onto the bed next to me once he'd disposed of the condom. I was still sweating and breathing heavily. Doug seemed much better composed, but he had a sheen of sweat as well. Looking up at the tall, pale mound of my stomach, blocked my view of one side of the room, I left like a great, fat beached whale, laying next to a sleek, lean predatory cat.

We laid there for a few moments.

"I hope you didn't mind me saying those things," he said, eventually.

I laughed. "No, I liked it... You may have noticed." We both laughed.

Things are quiet for a minute or two, and I'm starting to get my breathing calmed down. We could hear Annie being driven wild in the other room, so it seemed the girls were having their fun.

"Was that your first time?" Doug asked.

"With a guy in me? Um, yeah."

"Maybe I'm bisexual," Doug said. We looked at each other, and I shrugged with a grin.


The rest of our weekend with Annie and Doug was great fun, with more adventures and escapades. We found that as couples we were very compatible. Annie convinced my wife to demonstrate how she and I continue to have sex together while at my size, which was fun. It was a bit weird having an audience, but the four of us shared a lot of different experiences that weekend. We agreed we would all meet up again later in the year if we could.

"Do you think you'll still be this big when we get together next?" Doug asked.

"He'll be bigger," my wife replied. "I can promise you that!"