The Right Side of the Bed

Donovan groaned, pulling the covers further across his head as it pounded. His mouth was dry, his head ached like there was a bullet in it – in fact, his whole body ached.

I am never drinking again.

Unfortunately, the cracks had already started in blessed unconsciousness, and he knew it was a matter of minutes before he'd have to actually face the consequences of his actions. He attempted to roll over in the bed and got his first muddy sensation that something was wrong.

He felt weird, and not just because of the wages of sin. The pillow under his chest was ridiculously warm. Groaning, he rolled slightly to the side and tried to push the pillow away, only to find a fuzzy but growing realisation that it felt... fleshy. And that it wasn't moving. He groaned, pulling off his blanket and blinking the sleep out of his eyes, catching sight of two vast dark brown mounds. In fact, the same colour he was used to seeing in the mirror every morning.

He lifted himself up and groaned as the mounds moved with him. It took him a few seconds after he finally hauled himself into a sitting position to realise he could feel their substantial weight on his shoulders and back, because they were attached to him and now resting against his torso. It took him a little longer after that for the realisation to set in that they were the fattest pair of tits he'd ever seen in his life.

He screamed, and the scream he heard come out of his mouth was not his. It was high-pitched. It was girly. He heard thudding from outside and heard his door slam open.

"Diamond! Are you okay, hume?"

Donovan looked over at the door and saw someone he didn't recognise. A short, tanned, dark-haired femme with gorgeous brown eyes and plush, sensual lips, but that paled in comparison to their body. A filmy nightgown did nothing to cover or hide their absolutely outrageous curves.

Their massive breasts were bigger than Halloween pumpkins, topped with fat chocolate-dark nipples that sat in a sea of deep brown areola. Their hips flared out widely beneath their soft waist, meeting smooth chubby thighs. Their long, full black hair was shot through with bright red streaks.

They were hot, but they were also someone he didn't recognise, in his house, and they didn't look like the sort of partner his roommate usually brought home. He pivoted on the bed and scrambled back until he hit the wall, his unfamiliar breasts bouncing crazily.

"Who the fuck are you?!"

They stopped with a confused look on their face. "Di, peep, I know you got drunk as fuck last night but you didn't get memory loss drunk, don't fuck with me."

"How do you know what I did last night?! I was out drinking with-"

"-your roommate, Di. Me. Yes, we went out drinking. You got really fucking drunk, but I didn't think you were killing this many brain cells."

Donovan blinked. "But you're... He..."

"He? What does that mean?"

The strange person sighed, fluffing out their red-and-black hair. "Peep, my breakfast is getting cold. Unless something's actually wrong, I'm gonna go finish it. Sort your shit out."

They pivoted and walked out of the bedroom, moving without thinking to not bump their breasts against the doorframe, leaving Donovan sitting dazed in the bed. They acted like they'd known him – even with him looking like this. And what was it they'd called him? A final faint thought followed wondering why they were wearing lace boxer shorts.

He groaned, sliding out of bed, uncomfortably aware of the weight on his chest as it bounced and bobbled in every possible direction. He drew up his arms to cradle them as much as he could and halt their motion, musing about how much he would have given to have touched a pair of tits this huge – from the other direction.

Standing up and letting them drop heavily against his torso with a grunt, he assessed how everything else felt, and the answer was weird. His thighs were definitely touching together, which they never used to, but there was something missing. He shifted from foot to foot trying to work out what didn't feel right. He brushed his hair out of his eyes, then stopped, realising that he had hair to brush out of his eyes for the first time in twenty years. He spotted his mirror out of the corner of his eye, sighed, and dragged himself over in front of it.

The person in the mirror was a thick, curvaceous goddess. Light brown skin as smooth as glass that undulated in waves of feminine flesh, not just their incredible breasts whose curves swooped down to their waist, spreading out rounder and wider than basketballs with chocolate-brown nipples as wide as D-cell batteries and an inch long. It was also the tremendous hourglass shape of their hips, considerably wider than their shoulders and with a perfect round ass and thick thighs to match. Every inch of their body bounced or wobbled or shook as they made even the slightest movements in the mirror. Almost as an afterthought he noticed their ass-length milky-white curly hair, shot through with what seemed like diamantes, so that every time the light moved their hair threw out bright sparkles.

Just watching them, their dark eyes and sensual mouth, their outrageous figure, those mind-numbingly-enormous breasts, he could feel the stirring of lust in his body. He watched their breathing quicken, a faint blush in their soft cheeks, and he felt the familiar pulsing throbs of erection starting between his legs. The sensations were stronger, though, the pulses taking longer than he was used to, and moving his hand, their hand, down between his legs was what finally made him realise the divine image in the mirror had a huge penis.

He stood staring at it for a minute or two while it lazily pulsed and jerked to half erection in his hand. Even half-hard as it was now it was bigger than he'd been before, easily ten inches. Beneath it, though, wasn't the wrinkled sack he was used to but the spread upper lips of a vulva, his cock projecting out where the clitoris would normally be. Beneath it the vulva's puffy lips pouted from the mirror image's crotch until they met the cleft of their hefty thighs. They were glistening with moisture.

This... Is fucked. This absolutely cannot be happening. This can't be me.

He stumbled over to his bedside table, grabbing his wallet. With a sinking heart he noted it was in a small purse, although it was still the nice leather wallet he was used to, and there was his drivers' license-

Diamond Carter.

The picture was the sparkly-haired person in the mirror. All the other statistics were them, not him. All of his cards were also made out to Diamond Carter, including a few strange cards he didn't recognise. Heart pounding, he grabbed for his phone, swiping with a thumb with a much longer, more elegant nail than he was used to, opening his social media.

He nearly choked. Not only was his main page also showing him as Diamond, all of his pictures were of the bizarre body in which he'd woken up and, he realised as he kept swiping, a lot of them were nudes.

Compliments abounded from his followers, all of them with feminine names, and all of them, if he swiped through to their profiles, had gorgeous, curvaceous bodies and were doing nothing to hide the huge cocks with which they were equipped.

He flicked off social media and tried something boring, like the news. Every single picture was of similar people – beautiful, thick, well-endowed, and even on a news site the amount of tent and bulge in their clothing was obvious. There were no men, no ordinary women, just... these people.

"What the fuck is going on?! I'm... I'm still asleep, or something. This is a fucked up dream."

It was very real, though, for a dream. Especially the way his now-fourteen inch erection was throbbing and pulsing between his thighs. He could also feel the same throbbing in a more unfamiliar fashion in his enormous erect nipples, and an aching, empty pulsing that he dimly realised was in his pussy. He wanted to jack off in a way that he wouldn't ever have thought possible.

I mean... When in fuckin' Rome, I guess?

He walked over to the bed, ass swaying back and forth enough to trigger seasickness, and fell backwards onto it with a protesting creak from its springs, his tits spilling out to rest against his thighs. Subconsciously, he bit his lip as he swiped back to his social media, pulling up picture after picture of mind-boggingly enormous nude tits and asses sculpted by the hands of gods from twice the clay. Even the amount of giant erections accompanying them didn't actually seem to bother him, his cock lurching against his hand as he drank in the sight of these hypersexual people that filled this bizarre dream world.

Masturbating in this body was a very different experience. First was simply the amount of penis he had to work with. One hand was not enough to cover its entire pulsing length, but he did his best and certainly wasn't lacking in sensation compared to his usual self-pleasure. The second was that every part of his lush body felt like it was wobbling and bouncing as he did, not just the fat mounds pooling in his lap but his chunky thighs, his soft stomach, his enormous round ass, there was just so much of him and it was all deliciously gelatinous. It didn't help that he couldn't actually touch his cock without ramming his arm into his titflesh, so his forearm slapped against it with every stroke.

His hand slowly pumped, dragging the skin back and forth along the hard core of his penis. His mouth dropped open in a slack moan, his eyes going wide and hips starting to gyrate along with the motion. His nipples pulsed with need in time with each stroke, and soon he dropped the phone to the side, bringing the free hand up to sink deeply into his left breast and lift it out of his lap, groping and mauling at it as he stroked and sending a second stream of sexual sensation straight into his body.

Fuck, is this how having tits feels? Why don't girls like them more? It feels like I could cum just from groping them...

His nipple practically called out to him, and dimly he realised his boobs were big enough for him to easily reach the nipple with his mouth. He suckled it in, running his tongue around it, muffled moans disappearing into the flesh. The feelings rushing out of his nipple were making his cock strain like it was trying to get even harder, his hand practically gliding across it.

It felt good. Way better than jerking off ever felt before. He leaned back, shuddering, eyes rolling. Drool streamed down his areola, glistening just like the precum that dripped in rivulets from the thick slit of his cock. Adding to the delicious medley was the other slit beneath the bottom of his dick, his unfamiliar pussy boiling hot and dripping with lust, flexing and fluttering in symphony with the rest of his erogenous zones. He could feel tension building, both in his cock and in the depths of his groin. He whined desperately as bit by bit the pleasure mounted until, with an exultant gasp, he felt himself tip over the edge.

There were two distinct surges of pleasure, the one he was used to that spread out from the underside of his penis, and another entirely new kind. The familiar one was stronger than he was used to, the sensations multiplied by the extra size of this body's endowment. The other, though, flooded up from his spasming pussy into his abdominals, his torso flexing and jerking, his limbs seizing up. Between the two waves of sensation he lost conscious thought, and time peeled out. Powerful throbs from his rock-hard nipples and contractions deep in his vagina accompanied each lurch and blast of spunk from his cock.

His nipple dropped from his mouth to allow high-pitched moans to echo around his bedroom, the unmistakable sounds of someone deep in the throes of feminine ecstasy, even if they were basting themself in baby-batter from their own dick.

After the orgasm had gripped his brain and body for what felt like forever, it finally petered off, his dick lazily disgorging a last few loads of cum as it started to flag and shrink. Looking down over his body he hadn't realised precisely how messy his orgasm had been at the time, with ropes of spunk reaching all the way up to his face, coating his tits and now pooling between his meaty thighs. His heart was thumping and his breath was coming in staccato gasps, like he'd just run a sprint.

If this was a dream, his brain was more fucked-up than he thought.

There was a towel at the end of his bed and, lacking better options, he grabbed it to clean himself off. He realised that it didn't actually bother him to have cum all over his body, but he wanted to put some clothes on. Jiggling, he wandered over to the closet. What he found there would have shocked him had the rest of his morning been more conventional.

Just like his wallet, just like his social media, his room had rearranged itself to fit whatever had happened to him. His closet was full of clothes that were not only properly sized to roughly fit his body, unusual in itself, but also far more feminine and revealing than his usual fare. Donovan felt he dressed pretty well, and he could see among the clothes some examples of the shirts, shorts and pants he'd collected over the years, there were a lot of other blouses, skirts, dresses and even some catsuits. He swiped through clothes until he found some jeans and a basketball shirt, the shirt tailored outrageously in the front to allow for the existence of his gigantic tits without hanging like a tent. His stomach growled after he slipped it on, prompting him to head outside into the living room.

His ostensible roommate was sitting at the small dining table. Most of the living room was laid out in a familiar way and most of the furniture was the same, with only small differences that suggested anything was different – aside from his roommate's body of course. They waved as Donovan exited his room.

"Welcome to the land of the living, babe." They smirked. "Enjoy yourself?"

Donovan couldn't stop the blush from rising to his cheeks. He became acutely aware of how tightly his jeans were stretched over his massive ass, which was of course revealing some things towards the front.

"Sorry I couldn't help out but bacon and eggs waits for no switch."

Donovan stared for a moment. "... help out?"

His roommate stared back. "Are you feeling all right, peep? I know you were kind of fucked up off the hangover in there, but I thought a good hard cum would knock your brain back into order. I'm sorry I couldn't help out with your boner. I mean I guess I could have given you a quick handy while I was eating but these are poached eggs, Diamond. Poached. The texture totally wouldn't work with jizz."

They smirked again, sliding their chair out slightly and twitching their robe to the side. Donovan gasped as their own erect cock popped out from between their thighs, swinging up and bobbing to a stop, leaving a dripping trail of slimy, clear fluid from the fat head.

"Although hey, if you're interested, listening to you play in there got me all worked up..."

Donovan nearly choked. "Y-you can't be serious?"

His roommate rolled their sultry eyes. "What, because I ignored you before? Just once I didn't come running when you begged me to give you a tittyfuck? Jeez, you're a petty switch." One hand still grabbing pieces of their breakfast, the other wrapped around the base of their cock and started to slowly stroke, eyes still locked with Donovan's. He coughed.

"Ricardo, you-"

"What?" They looked genuinely confused. "Who the fuck is Ricardo? I'm Riki, peep. What the hell kind of name is Ricardo?"

"I, uh, r-Riki, uh. Something is really wrong. None of this is right."

Riki's face flashed with concern, and they dropped their hand from their cock. "Hey I was just teasing, hume. I'm sorry. I understand you're not really feeling great-"

"No it's... Rica- uh, Riki, you... You don't see anything wrong with, y'know, anything, right now?"

They paused, weighing up the question. "Well, aside from you? ‘cos you're acting weird, peep."

"You... Don't remember being a man yesterday?"

"What's a "man"?" Riki went back to slowly stroking their dick. "All I remember yesterday is meeting your new partner and us all going out for drinks to celebrate?"

"We... No, what the fuck, we went out drinking because Tamira broke up with me, because I cheated on her."

"Cheated? What, at one of your video games or something? Why would they break up with you for that?"

Donovan's breath was coming faster as a faint panic rose. "No, man, I... I had sex with Brittany, that blond girl who came onto me at the club the other night, and Tamira fucking found out and dumped me."

Riki was still calmly stroking themself, moaning lightly as their cock throbbed. "Mmph. Okay, uh, first thing, is "man" and "girl" something new people are saying now? Second, why the fuck would Tamira dump you for having sex with someone else? Like yeah I know you hooked up with Brit, that's super cool and they're hot as fuck. That's what we were celebrating, right? But I thought they got along really well with Tamira?"

Riki may as well have been speaking in tongues. Donovan's mouth dropped open, gaping like a fish for a few seconds, while Riki kept stroking themself. It didn't help Donovan's concentration that Riki's miles of cleavage were shaking like jello with every stroke of their cock, accompanied by delicate gasps and moans.

"C-come on, Di," they panted, "at least s-suck my titty or something, fuck. You c-can't have a screaming orgaassmm ooh fuck in the room n-next door and not help me out?"

Donovan stood stunned and silent for a moment, then shrugged and dove straight in. Even so soon after shooting off, the events of the last few days had shown that Donovan had zero self-control when it came to a thick curvy body and a huge pair of fat tits. He grabbed one of Riki's breasts with both hands, lifting it to his mouth and wrapping his lips around the giant brown nipple. Riki shrieked and shuddered as he started to suck, their hand shaking as Donovan's tongue pushed into the bloated tip and lapped around the extent of the areola, leaving space for him to suck as much as he could into his mouth.

Donovan couldn't have predicted what happened next. He could see out of the corner of his eye that Riki was having trouble maintaining their rhythm on their dick, and without even thinking about it, he reached over and wrapped his hand around it, displacing their hand and starting to stroke. Riki was moaning and writhing before it really hit him what he was doing - he was jerking someone off. Sure, they were a ultra-thick, jumbo-breasted hot femme, but he was still touching someone's cock. A day ago he would have been disgusted. Right now he was fascinated by how it moved and felt, what Riki's overripe body did in response to his touching and stroking. Fat flesh swelled against his face and slapped into the side of his head as Riki shook, and their cock lurched like it was trying to escape his grip.

"O-oh fuck, Di, yes, oh shit I- I'm gonna... You're... Hhnnngg..."

Their voice trailed off into high-pitched grunts and whines, their left hand rising up to sink into their free breast, the right slipping behind Donovan's head and pushing it harder into their nipple, smothering him in more tit than he'd ever seen in one place in his life - and that included the time he'd had a threesome. Despite it having been only a matter of minutes since his orgasm, his cock was steel-hard, pulsing from between his thick thighs, straining hard against his tight jeans and projecting an absurd distance down the leg. Its throbbing tugged it against the silky skin of his thigh in a way that stimulated the extra-sensitive organ almost as well as actual play would have done to the one he'd had the night before.

Riki gasped, seizing up a little, tensing, and then squealed as they started to cum, hips bucking up from the chair with each pulse from their shaft, fat ropes of pearly spunk flying from the end of their cock and across the kitchen table to an almost absurd distance. Donovan pulled his head from Riki's breast and replaced it with his free hand, watching in awe as thick goo arced several feet into the room. His mouth watered a little as he watched the fat, pulsing head belching out so much baby batter. Riki collapsed back into the chair, groaning in pleasure, tits heaving, then looked out across their breakfast.

"Ooh. Oh, fuck. I've cum all over my eggs, haha. Oh well. Wow, that was... That was nice. It felt different to how you normally give a handy. A bit more gentle. Oof, you really went to town on my titty, though."

They cut an egg with their fork, regarding the liberal coating of semen across it, shrugged, and popped it into their mouth. "Mmph. Yeah. Texture doesn't really work. It's good cum, though, but what's new about that? Everyone likes their own brand, don't they."

Donovan sat speechless, his mouth hanging open in pure shock. He looked down at his hand, still glistening with Riki's cock juices, his dick pulsing like it was trying to tear out of his jeans and his nipples hard as diamond and printing against even his loose top. Donovan would have previously told you that the idea of even putting his hand near someone else's dick would have made him vomit. Now, he'd just jerked someone else off and was staring at the aftermath, hornier than he'd ever been in his life. Riki watched him carefully, their face slightly concerned.

"Hey, you all right hun? You look like you've seen a ghost. Or, heh, one of those "man"s you were talking about before!"

Their eyes flicked downwards, and they licked their lips. "Obviously not too freaked out, heehee. You're so hard! You're such a big titty pervert. That's okay, titties are great." They slid their hand down to Donovan's thigh, pushing the pad of their thumb firmly against the shaft of his dick and grinding it up and down, looking him deeply in the eyes and smiling wryly.

"Want me to keep going?"

Donovan nodded dazedly, his massive hips writhing of their own accord as they tried to buck forward into Riki's hand. Riki grinned and withdrew their hand, leaning back and sticking out their tongue as they picked up their fork.

"Nuh-uh! You took too long when I was horny before! I'm taking this to my room, you can stay here and fap."

Riki gave one of Donovan's tits a gentle slap and picked up their plate, leaving Donovan to blink as they walked back into their room and closed the door, the lock clicking shut. Donovan groaned, his cock straining hard enough against their jean leg to actually ache. A dark patch was spreading out from the tip where the denim was skin-tight over it. Gobbets of spunk still sat on the table, and Donovan's eyes were drawn to them in a way he was struggling to resist. His mouth was still watering. He shook his head and pushed away from the table, staggering back to his bedroom. He groaned as he fumbled at the overtight button of the jeans, desperately trying to free his hips, finally managing to peel them down off his massive thighs and free his cock, red and dripping with need.

He sat back down on the bed, spreading his legs and starting to stroke himself. Just like before, his fat tits rebounded off his arm with each pump and his lush midriff jiggled, leaving him feeling like his whole body sloshed with the motion of his masturbation. Instead of forming a mental picture of something as he normally would, though, he was staring - staring at his own cock. He watched huge drips of precum glisten on the tip, sliding across his hands. It was... big. So big, in fact, that swung up to greet him like this, it would only take him bending forward slightly to-

Before he realised what was happening his lips were kissing the end of his own cock. He drew back in horror, but the salty, musky taste left on the tip of his tongue demanded that he move back. He breathed deeply, inhaling the rich scent rolling off his body, then plunged his mouth forward again and took the entire head of his dick inside it.

For something the size of an apple, that was no small feat. It filled his mouth, but not in a way where he felt as though he was straining to fit it. It just seemed to slip almost perfectly in, leaving nearly no gaps around it, his lips and palate stretching to allow it space.

What the fuck am I doing?! He thought to himself. Stop it! Get that gay shit out of your fucking mouth!

Deep inside he knew he should have been revolted, that his stomach should have been turning from the very idea of what he was doing, but the brain that came along with this sex-freak body wanted dick, and his apparently fit the bill exactly.

No, no, fuck, st-stop, it's... Mmm... He pushed forward and a few inches slipped down his throat. It was wet, warm and velvety, stretching perfectly around a cock nearly as thick as a soda can with only the barest hint of resistance. He gurgled, sympathetic pulses of pleasure from the feeling of deepthroating himself pulsing deep inside his unfamiliar pussy, along with the exquisite sensation of having his huge and sensitive dick sucked by an eager mouth. The sensations layered on top of each other so strongly that he had to stop just to collect his composure, his body shuddering too much to let him keep focusing on pushing forward.

He managed to fit another inch or two down his throat before he physically couldn't contort his head to allow it to move any further, then pulled back to a position where it was more comfortable to move up and down the length. He dimly realised that these instincts that he was powerless against were leading him less to sucking his dick and more to fucking his own throat. He dragged his mouth up and down his pulsing length, the fat head probing his mouth, the back of his throat and his neck, moaning in horrified delight, drool pouring from his mouth wherever the tight seal of his lips would let it.

The dual sensations spurred him on to keep thrusting up into his own face, his hands gripping the shaft on either side and pumping what he couldn't reach with his lips, spit and precum mixing into a slick lube that let his dainty, long-nailed fingers glide up and down nearly frictionless. His room filled with whines mixed with the sloppy, dripping sounds of wet and enthusiastic fellatio.

This time the spasms of pleasure rose from his vagina first instead of his cock, pulsing and tightening in sympathy with his ravaged throat, before they blossomed out from the base of his dick and caused it to start lurching in his throat. The throbbing stretched it out even more, sending even stronger contractions between his legs, building on itself until finally-

The first load his cock spewed into his throat was surprisingly small, contracting and disgorging the thick fluid more than shooting it. He swallowed almost entirely on instinct, his body revelling in the hot goo sliding down his throat at the same time as a mind-bending orgasmic spasm. The second load, however, in another second or two, was a high-powered blast that forced its way down his throat without him even needing to swallow, surging into his belly to sit thick and heavy. He sat impaled on his own dick as it bucked, lurched, and blasted load after load of thick spunk directly into him.

By the time he'd finished, and gravity was able to pull his wet, cum-soaked mouth off the end of his flagging erection and let him fall back on the bed, he was fucked-out in a way he'd never experienced in his life. Drained body and soul, every ounce of energy and every conscious thought in his brain having exited his body through his dick or his still-throbbing, dripping snatch. He laid in his afterglow for what could have been five minutes, two hours, or three weeks, wallowing happily in a deep and thorough satisfaction that he could never have even thought possible.

Then the awareness of exactly what had just happened hit him and his eyes went wide. He bolted upright, dragging the immense, pendulous weight on his upper torso with him in a chaotic dance of bouncing momentum.

Did I just suck myself off? Did I like it? He'd heard the urban legends about it, of course, as well as the assertion that it was more like giving a blowjob than getting a blowjob.

Was it? No, it's... It's no different to jerking off. Every guy would do that if he could reach his own mouth. Yeah. No big deal. They totally would, especially if it felt like that every time. Just the blowjob, of course. Not the lingering taste of his own salty jizz still rolling around inside his mouth. His pussy squished between his meaty thighs, buzzing with pleasure, but oddly... empty.

His phone buzzed, bringing him out of his thoughts. Lunch with Brit. He recognised the café. He had time to get there. It wasn't as if he was going to find out any more about what had happened to him sitting in his room playing with himself, as tempting as the idea was. Maybe he should meet up? He stopped for a moment and considered that back in the real world, Brittany's tits had already been absolutely mind-blowing, and in this weird porny fuck-fantasy world they were probably...

He grinned stupidly. Yeah, time to get lunch. He hummed happily as he rifled through his closet, running on autopilot until he'd picked himself out a tight white tanktop and a pair of small denim shorts - it was hot out, he rationalised to himself. Also, he was hot out. Watching his tits jiggle and strain at the tank top with an ocean of cleavage, his thick thighs on full display out of the bottom of the shorts, stretched to bursting with his butt and the fat log of his flaccid dick pushed to the left.

Why was this so comfortable? He fluffed his hair out, grabbed a bag, dropped his phone in it and stepped back out into the living room where Riki had taken a position at the couch. Donovan stopped in shock as he thought a porno was playing on the TV but realised it was just a half-nude person in an ordinary TV show.

"Hey Ric- uh, Riki, I'm going out for lunch."

"Cool, peep! Have fun!"

 

If it hadn't been clear that he'd woken up in an entirely different world already, walking through the neighbourhood made it crystal. Every single person he walked past, just doing their ordinary business, was the same sort of hyper-sexy fem. They had a variety of different body types and shapes within that, but all of them were stacked, curvy, had wild hair colours and, as near as he could tell, a huge dick.

Telling was not as difficult as it would have been in the normal world - while it was apparently still the done thing for your bits to be covered, the degree to how much covering demanded modesty was debatable. There were some bulges he passed where a casual glance allowed him to work out every contour of someone's cock and vulva.

Then there was the first time he encountered someone fucking in public.

In fairness it wasn't "fucking" exactly - they weren't exactly raw-dogging on the sidewalk. It was, however, a vigorous tit-wank on a couch in the front room of a thrift shop, in full view of anyone on the street from the large windows. People glanced to the side with some interest, but nobody seemed to react as though this was in any way odd - just hot. Like everyone else, the giver had enormous, plush, deliciously jiggling breasts, and the receiver had a bigger dick than Donovan had ever seen - at least, until that morning, he mused with pride, because his was bigger.

Once he'd seen that, he started to spot it everywhere. A handjob outside a pizza joint. A titfuck outside a store. A lapdance on a park bench. It seemed like playing with someone's dick was as casual as a friendly hug.

It was also turning him on more the closer he got to the café. He could feel the blood surging to his nethers as he walked, his cock pulsing vainly against the tight denim of his shorts. Strangely, though, while he was consciously aware of how fully on display he was and that he should have been concerned by it, the instinctual urge to cover up that he should have been feeling simply wasn't there. His lizard brain was perfectly comfortable with showing off his entire body to the world.

He let more of a swagger fall into his step, let his hips swing more, revelled in feeling his body shake and sway and jiggle. His tits were heavy and constantly present but not uncomfortable - despite how new they felt to him, he knew how to accommodate them, and he could just focus on how damn good it felt to show them off. He'd always been a confident man, but the absolute comfort he was letting wash over him in this shocking, unfamiliar body was unlike anything he'd ever known.

He caught eyes as he walked, fluttering eyelashes, licked lips, subtle and not-so-subtle flashes of deep cleavage and bulges. Donovan had eyes on the prize, though - he was going to rail Brittany - or Brit, whatever - senseless the moment he got the chance.

He found the café in the same place he remembered it from the real world. A little French-style place with iron chairs, creeping rose vines. Girls loved it - or, he guessed, in this world, everyone loved it. Maybe some people were feminine, and some weren't?

When he saw Brit he realised some people were definitely feminine. Hair so blond and shiny it was practically yellow cascaded from their hair down to nearly the floor from where they were sitting at one of the outside tables. They wore a frilled pink dress, cut and shaped to both fit around and show off curves lusher and more indulgent than Donovan could have imagined in his wildest dreams. They were huge, but he realised that it was their abundance of breast and buttock making them look so. They looked over as he approached, and practically squealed as they stood up from the table.

"Diamond!"

They pulled Donovan into a pneumatic hug. He was smothered by piles of baby-pink fabric barely holding back a tidal wave of breastflesh, immediately feeling his cock react to them. Then, as if to enhance the effect, they pulled his face into theirs and shoved their tongue down his throat, grinding their curves against his, breast rubbing against breast, compressing down to accommodate how tightly Brit was pulling him in.

He heard their whines and moans, their gigantic nipples hardening against his skin, before he felt one of their hands creeping down between his legs and fondling the hefty, damp bulge of his cock. They giggled, tracing delicate lines across it with slender fingers.

"Seems like you need a lovely warm welcome, baby!"

The confident swagger he'd had about what he was going to do to them evaporated the moment that offer went on the table. He watched their pretty soft-cheeked face smiling under those wavy golden waterfalls, he paused, he stammered. They smiled even brighter.

"Oh my deity, you're so cute! How did I land such a gorgeous person?"

Donovan was still babbling, so Brit just shrugged and shucked the top of their dress off their shoulders, lifting tits like beach balls from out of the piles of pink in practised movements until the milky-white mountains of flesh sloshed and wobbled in their arms, forming a cavernous cleft of invitingly soft and pliant cleavage that made Donovan's mouth water just to lay eyes on it.

"Come on, Di. They're right here. Fuck my titties."

Brit squealed in delight as Donovan's dick slid in and out of their tits, barely able to hold them together until Donovan joined his hands to theirs and pushed them together as he humped and thrusted. They heaved back and forth in heavy, undulating waves that crashed and pulled against the unfamiliar length of his dick.

Donovan was so worked up that it didn't take long at all before his clear, feminine voice was ringing out across the cafe as he unloaded everything he'd worked up on the trip over across Brit's wobbling frontage. He collapsed into his seat with a dopey grin as Brit replaced their dress right over his spunk.

"Mmm. Not that I'm complaining, but what was the occasion for that?"

"O... Occasion? Saying hi to my joyfriend?"

Donovan got the hint a little faster this time as he filtered it through the twisted logic of the situation he'd woken up into. Giving your romantic partner a tit-fuck really was the equivalent of a somewhat intimate hug.

"Oh, uh, I just mean, it was so good, it felt like you were making it special!"

They blushed and giggled. "Aw, thank you. No, nothing special, except I guess I'm feeling big NRE this morning, you know?"

"Uh, yeah, definitely, haha." Brit gave him a skeptical look.

"You've never felt New Relationship Energy before?"

"Oh-OH. Well, yeah, all the time." That wasn't a lie, to be fair. Donovan had put some miles on the clock where that was concerned, although he rarely thought of them as relationships.

"Of course you have, you're one of the most beautiful people I've ever met." Brit leaned forward, staring dreamily at him. "I'm so lucky, I can't believe I have you."

"Are you serious, Britta- Brit? You're a walking wet dream."

They pouted smugly. "Well I'm glad you think so."

"Who wouldn't, you've got tits bigger than City Hal-uh, I mean..."

He'd gotten too comfortable with the situation and braced himself for the offended shriek, but Brit only smiled more.

"You're so sweet! I really do love that you're so into tits." They rearranged their top generously, Donovan staring hungrily at their sloshing cleavage.

"Who isn't, especially ones like y- oh, shit."

Donovan spotted a sight over Brit's head that made him want to retreat into his own cleavage. It was unmistakeably this brave new world's spin on his girlfriend Tamira, walking towards the cafe.

They were thick, of course, it would have been unusual otherwise. They seemed to be tending towards the fitter and leaner side of the equation, though, contrasting starkly with Brit's lush, overflowing body. They were tall and strong, at least for their context where their five feet, six inches was a towering Amazon stature. Their hair, a rich black shot through with glinting golden strands, was held up in thick braids, with three long strands decorated with gold bands allowed to fall and whip around as they walked. A huge bright orange sports bra held their breasts, which Donovan was only disappointed he hadn't seen first that day so they wouldn't come up short compared to the other pairs he'd become intimately familiar with because they would otherwise have been a dream. A pair of tiny shorts in the same colour hugged their firm, round ass, and did absolutely nothing to hide the fact that even completely flaccid they were packing a monstrous cock, that packed tightly to the side from their pelvis. When they reached the table, Donovan was struck by the fact that not only were they tall for one of the people in this place, they were quite a bit taller than him. He swallowed, looking up their deep brown figure into their flinty eyes.

"Tamira, I-I'm, uh, I'm-"

"Hot as fuck, like usual, baby. Good to see you." They turned to Brit. "And great to see you too, Brit. You know what I always say, I never metamour I didn't like!"

Brit giggled and craned upwards for Tamira to lean down and lock lips with them. Donovan, again, stood watching in wordless shock. He'd expected a verbal reaming, and instead was being presented two of the hottest people he'd ever met making out. Riki had implied that things weren't going to be how he expected, but he hadn't quite until now processed it.

Tamira and Brittany - or Brit, he guessed - were not jilted lover and unaware side piece. They were metamours - lovers of a shared lover. Donovan had heard about polyamory, and a part of him had wanted to learn more about it to try justifying his behaviour, but it seemed like in this strange dream it was standard operating procedure that they shared him - and each other.

Tamira broke off the kiss with a rapturous Brit and looked sardonically at Donovan. "You've got good taste, babe."

He tried to reply with a smooth, confident "yeah, I do" but it came out as more of a croak. Tamira laughed and stepped forward, pressing into him tightly enough that not only did their breasts press against his face but his chest parted enough that the hardening mass of their cock rubbed against his plush stomach.

"Such good taste, Diamond, that your sexy little joyfriend has got me all worked up too. Would you like to show me how good your taste is by reminding yourself how I taste?"

Donovan squeaked as he realised what they were asking him, and then realised that his immediate reaction wasn't a sickened "no." Brit craned in from behind them before he could say anything.

"I'd sooo love to see that, but we need to head off now if we're going to catch the movie together."

"Ah shit, I forgot about the fucking movie." Tamira stepped back, their shorts visibly straining with their growing cock. "Ugh, I hate the movies. Fine, let's go."

Donovan thought a movie might be a good opportunity to take a minute to sort his head out - and after he saw that the title sounded like some firmly ignorable movie about feelings, he also planned to exit to the bathrooms and sort his other head out at the same time and stave off the way his dick was pulsing desires at him to see what Tamira had crammed into their shorts.

The theatre was a little different but recognisable. The rows of seats had armrests that folded up between them, and also leaned back more than he expected. A few groups had already taken their places, with a lot of petting and snuggling and more than a little playing with each other. Tamira sat back against their seat, stretching their arms out to either side.

"Go on, sit down."

Brit flopped heavily and happily down, leaving a space between them and Tamira. It was obvious where Donovan was supposed to go, and he tentatively wiggled his enormous rear into the space, where both of his lovers immediately put arms around him and turned to face him. His breath caught in his throat.

"I've been so shocked it's taken you this long to finally find another partner, Diamond. The way you bounced between people for so long, never introducing me to any of them, I was getting a little worried."

So apparently Diamond was a player just like Donovan, except for them it was just a topic of vague concern for friends and family, an unfortunate phase. To be fair, if it was not only okay but expected to have multiple partners, what reason would anyone have to cheat?

"Uh, well, you know, gotta play the field first, right?"

Both Tamira and Brit gave him an odd look, but quickly flicked their eyes to each other and smiled. The lights dimmed and the movie began.

As Donovan expected, it was a fluffy movie about feelings. What he didn't expect was for the big city lawyer femme to immediately whip their substantial tits out for the country-fried first-love butch from their hometown and for the next fifteen minutes of the movie to be dedicated to the femme saying hello to the butch's huge cock. His mouth dropped open as it started, and dropped open even further when he looked at saw what was happening next to him.

Tamira had groaned and slid down their exercise shorts, freeing their gigantic dick to the cool air of the theatre. It was at full mast now and Donovan's assessment of it had been correct - they were easily three inches longer than him and noticeably thicker. Clear slime rolled from the end of it as Tamira cupped and stroked the head with one hand and slid their other hand down the base of the shaft. Looking past them he realised the entire line of moviegoers were all starting to jerk off, or jerk off the person next to them, or both.

Brit's hands were also down between their chubby legs. They'd flipped up their dress to reveal their own nine-inch cock, and were industriously stroking themselves and working their fingers up into and away at their fat pussy. It was actually quite a feat around the obscene mass of their out-of-control breasts. They looked to the side and saw Donovan staring.

"Want me to do you, baby?"

Donovan barely got to respond before their hands reached over, one sliding down his shorts, the other reaching down to gently grasp his moist, thickening cock and extract it. They slowly stroked him as they looked back up at the screen.

As he shuddered and settled into his seat, he felt Tamira's hand slide across his as they leaned their head closer to his.

"Well, Di, Brit's got you covered, so now you've got to do your bit for me. You know I'm too big to get off properly on my own with just my hands."

They gently slid his hand across to their glistening, twitching cock.

He didn't. Of course he didn't. He was a man, he liked women, he didn't touch cocks that weren't his! The very idea was disgusting, even if the cock was attached to someone who would otherwise have been his ideal figure in a partner.

And yet he really, truly wanted to. It was an urge from deep in the recesses of his brain, so raw and primal that it was stepping across and overwriting every conscious objection he had. He wanted to jerk off Tamira more badly than he wanted them to do anything to him.

He wrapped his delicate fingers around it, making it pulse and lurch back up. He felt the rush of horny satisfaction go straight to his pussy. He'd had partners who'd told him how much they loved watching it react when they touched his and he finally understood them.

Having experienced his earlier he was a little more prepared for what stroking it was going to feel like than he would have been, but it was still somewhere between terrifying and awe-inspiring. As he tried to tug at the skin of it he was struck by the sheer absurd enormity of the thing. Seventeen inches wasn't an organ, it was an entity in its own right, it was a weapon.

Some piece of half-aware knowledge flooded up that told him that even in a context where people routinely toted around cocks more than a foot long, Tamira was unusually, almost uniquely hung. They certainly carried themself with big dick energy - quiet strength, easy confidence and a manner that suggested they were going to get what they wanted, when they wanted it. It was the only thing stopping them from seeming like anything but a life support system for a gigantic cock a quarter of their height - which Donovan was starting to feel like for his own plush, overstuffed body and fat, aching dick.

Tamira's hand joined his on the shaft with a resigned grunt. "I fucking love being this huge but some days it's fucking inconvenient. I just want to be able to get off properly from hand play once in a while, you know? I haven't had a good satisfying cum from jerking off since I was fourteen."

They matched the rhythm of his strokes, joining their confident motions to his tentative touch. This spurred him to become bolder, more firm, and soon the two were stroking in tandem.

He soon realised that there was no way that his stamina was going to outlast Tamira's. They seemed to be nowhere near climax, and it didn't look as if Donovan's inexperienced hand was doing much to get them there any faster. Meanwhile, Brit's hands were playing a symphony of pleasure for him.

He struggled on but his focus started to slip as the throbs and pulses of impending orgasm beat against the sides of his brain. He squeaked when he felt one each of Tamira and Brit's hands sliding across his body.

They worked together in what felt like rehearsed concert. He gasped as each of them slid a hand up his tank top, pulling it up and over his head to let his enormous tits drop heavily out of it with a slap against his chest. Once Tamira had one hand roughly mauling his quivering breast while the other still determinedly pumped their cock, their attention returned totally to the movie. Brit's eyes had even never left the screen.

The big-city lawyer was lying on a hotel bed, their lush, chubby body on full display, jerking themself off on a phonecall to their betrothed back home while looking at nudes of their hometown friend's strong, tanned curves. In a weird way Donovan realised that "watching a movie" wasn't a euphemism for going out to some sort of porno theatre - it really was semi-public mutual masturbation in front of a regular movie, which just happened to be heavily interspersed with hardcore sex scenes.

The waves were coming faster now, Brit's fingers sliding faster up and down his shaft, Tamira's strong hand groping his sensitive mound, until he couldn't hold it any more as the hot tightness spread through his unfamiliar crotch. As the pleasure clamped down on his brain, his generous hips started to buck with each pulse of the sensation, and it seemed to physically squeeze globs of pearly spunk from the end of his enormous lurching pole. The pleasure gripped harder and it began to gush, and then jet, ropes of his love flying out in wild arcs across the floor in front of him. He couldn't do anything more than let out a series of piping, squeaky moans, his lush little body quivering and jiggling all over, rippling in waves of overfed flesh that matched the rhythm of the orgasmic waves.

It was beginning to approach an almost unpleasantly powerful climax when it finally let go of his muscles and let him collapse back against the seat in a panting, sweaty, quivering heap. Brit leaned against him, sighing quietly, and turning to whisper in his ear.

"You're so fucking hot. I have a really naughty idea..."

Donovan was a little terrified to learn what counted as a "naughty idea" from someone who'd just jerked him off in the middle of a movie theater, but then he felt Brit's warm tongue against the side of his face, her teeth gently nipping his earlobe, the bulk of her breasts pressing into his side.

"Let's make out."

They must have mistaken Donovan's confused expression for being upset.

"Aw, Di, I know it's such a horny teenager thing to do but all this NRE's got me feeling like one again."

They started to plant sucking kisses on Donovan's bare shoulder, making him shiver, goosebumps rising up from his smooth dark skin. He leaned in and locked lips with Brit.

He'd always felt kissing was kind of a waste of time. He didn't get anything from it, it just got him to what he really wanted from a woman. This was different, though. Tender and aggressive at the same time, their lips and tongues pressing and entwining, tasting her salt and her warmth. The warmth was the most unexpected part - Brit's well-insulated voluptuous body ran hot, of course, and so did his, and the two of them meeting felt even hotter than the sum of its parts. Even so soon after a titanic ejaculation the sensation of it ignited fires of lust, the ache of erection in his softening dick, his unfamiliar, reactive nipples thick and hard in the cool air of the theatre.

He was losing himself into this incredible person, this deity of firm but yielding flesh, reaching up and out to feel more of them, grasping for their smooth shoulders, their fleshy arms, the unbelievable expanse of their bosom, like he was falling into everything that was them-

"Get a room, you two!"

A short-haired person from behind them had leaned forward, hissing angrily. When Donovan turned around to see their angry, but beautiful face, they were brazenly stroking their cock as they admonished him.

"Some people are trying to watch a movie!" They sat back, shaking their head, their equally-buxom, red-headed partner also glaring at Donovan while panting and tugging on their own shaft.

"So rude, honestly."

Brit giggled, shifting back to where they'd been sitting and reaching back down to their neglected dick.

"We'll finish that off later..."

Donovan returned his focus to the screen as well. The big-city lawyer's big-city joyfriend had made their way out to the small town to confront the corn-fed farmer. "Confront," in this case, meant "be thoroughly topped by," with the thick-bodied farmer railing the bespectacled beauty over a haybale while their shared lover watched wide-eyed from around a barn door.

The sight began to stir his loins again, and he shrugged and gripped his cock. Next to him, Tamira was flushed, grunting, both hands working away hard in a way that was clearly more about their desperation to finally cum than about dominant teasing. They really did seem to have an issue getting off from just stroking. They caught Donovan's eye and he realised he was staring at their dick as he rubbed himself. They leaned in with a harsh whisper.

"This is your fault, you little slut, and you are going to pay for it."

He'd never moaned out loud in a movie theatre before.

They burst through the door of Tamira's house, a tangle of groping, writhing flesh, arms and lips and hips reaching out for whatever they could find, breasts rebounding off buttocks, rigid meat shaking and throbbing.

Tamira had stripped off Donovan's top before they even got inside, playing with his tits, rolling them against their palms and scrubbing his sensitive nipples against their fingers while he mewled and struggled to open the door. They were hard but too large to be completely hard, a yielding, rubbery core underneath the pebbly skin, and Tamira played them like a maestro. It shouldn't have been possible for just being felt up to be better than any blowjob he'd ever had but it had him close to cumming.

They made their way to the bedroom and Tamira pushed him down on the bed. The expensive cotton was smooth and cool, raising slight goosebumps on his hot skin. He looked up, topless, breasts shaking and bouncing, cock straining against his overworked shorts. Brit moved in to sit down next to him on his left, their hand pressing into his breast, nipple nestled between their fingers, and leaned in close.

"Those prudes didn't let us make out earlier, Diamond, but it's just us now..."

Their lips met his again, reigniting the warmth, flooding his mouth again with the taste of theirs. This time they were gripping and squeezing his breast as well, sending tingles of sensation through the fleshy mound, his nipple throbbing with the need to keep being touched.

He felt Tamira slip in on his other side. Strong arms reached around him, making him want to settle backwards, until he felt one grip his free breast and the other his shoulder. Tamira said nothing, but Donovan heard everything he needed to when he felt their lips against his neck and shoulder.

He'd never had someone do this to him before. Like making out, this sort of intimacy was pretty alien to him, and certainly never something he tolerated a woman doing to him. There was no question of tolerating it now though because the feeling of Tamira kissing and sucking on his smooth shoulder was making him melt. The shudders thudded their way through his whole body, sending tingles to all of his extremities, his nipples tightening, his toes curling. Tamira squeezed harder as they softly bit on him, Brit pushed in and kissed more aggressively, and he was left helpless, whining and moaning, against the twin assault of sensation.

Brit left his lips and moved to his other shoulder, then began planting kisses down the curve of his breast until they could replace their hand with their lips, suckling at his nipple and planting wet kisses across the expanse of his areolas. His cock bucked hard, his body jerking, a front row seat to how different it could feel to own sensitive, reactive nipples.

Brit moved across, interwining their tongue with Tamira's fingers on his other breast, looking up with smiling eyes, an invitation Tamira returned with a rise of their eyebrows. Brit kissed up the curve of Donovan's left breast, meeting Tamira above his shoulder, and locked lips with them. Donovan felt himself squeezed between the two, pneumatic flesh pressing him against the core of strength under Tamira's soft but tight curves, a boat adrift on the crashing waves of his lovers' passionate embrace.

Tamira and Brit's lips parted with a string of moisture between them. Brit moved to the side so that Tamira could swing around and share that moisture with Donovan, pulling him in to an even harder, more dominant kiss. Brit slipped down again, placing their head between Tamira and Donovan's breasts, kissing, sucking and licking at whatever flesh found its way near her.

Donovan was going mad. The need boiling inside him was threatening to consume him, the desire to cum stronger than he could ever remember it feeling, and these two people were somehow teasing up to even greater heights than that. He could feel the sopping wetness in his shorts, both the rivers of precum from his aching dick and the lubrication from his pussy, the strain in his raging erection as it fought to escape, the heaving need in his body to be touched and brought to completion. That's when Tamira pulled back.

They stood up on their knees, hands on powerful hips, sneering, their shorts even more overworked, full and sopping wet. Their cock was strapped across to the side but still lifting the hem of the shorts away from their torso. It pulsed, and Donovan felt himself drool.

"You like watching me frustrated like that, don't you? Especially in front of your little joyfriend? Well, if you want to entertain them, I've got a better idea for you."

They knelt forward, looming over Donovan, their fingers gently sliding down to the wet mass of his cock in his shorts.

"Brit hasn't seen you suck yourself off yet, have they? You look so cute with those huge titties and lovely lips wrapped around your big dick, boo - I think they deserve to see it too, don't you?"

Donovan moaned agreement before he could even think about it, and Brit gave a low giggle in response. Each of his lovers gently held one of his gigantic, sensitive breasts apart while Tamira sat him back against the bedhead, guided his cock between them with their other hand and then took over from Brit's hand to squeeze his cleavage together.

He didn't even need to bend. Sitting down like this it was right there, and this time he didn't even hesitate before slurping the fat head of his cock into his mouth. Tamira gently rubbed the sides of his shaft with his own breasts for a minute, letting him get into a rhythm of sucking himself, and then moved forward, throwing a leg over him.

They reached into their shorts and groaned as they slipped it out, the absurd length glistening in the gentle light of the bedside lamp. Donovan's cock jumped in his mouth at the sight. They mounted him and slipped the shaft between his tits as well, both undersides grinding against each other smothered in the pillowy sea of his tits. They were large enough that Tamira was easily able to titfuck themself with them, and was able to join it with the dull but insistent pleasure of frotting with him and watching his pretty face be speared by his own shaft.

Brit watched in quiet awe. Their hands had moved away from the couple to down between their own chubby legs. They'd flipped up their dress to reveal their own cock, and were industriously stroking themselves and working their fingers up into and away at their fat pussy.

Donovan moaned into the shaft of his own dick, feeling it push back against his throat. He choked with violated gluk noises every time Tamira thrusted and pushed him up into himself. He could feel the weight of their shaft grinding against his, the way it twitched and pulsed between his sensitive tits, and he couldn't decide whether he liked the feeling of his dick between a pair of such incredible boobs more than he liked the feeling of such an incredible dick between his boobs. His whole body felt like it was sloshing in tidal motion, every inch of his flesh a soft jiggling node of pleasure. For someone who used to pride himself on his well-maintained strong, masculine body, he was loving being a plump, curvaceous sex goddess.

Tamira groaned, tensing up, and then pressing his tits even harder around their dick as it started to shoot up across Donovan's face. Gout after gout of hot, thick semen jetted out in viscous ropes, Tamira falling back so it began to fire up into the air to splash across his tits as well as his face. The sensation hit something deep inside him, kicking him over the edge into his own orgasm as well, choking and spluttering as even more cum unloaded into his overfull mouth until it jerked itself out and started to fire off into the air as well, mixing his seed with Tamira's, basting his lush body in love batter.

Donovan sprawled in the sloppy aftermath. He was conscious, but for some reason found himself incapable of moving. His breaths were slow but laboured, his enormous glistening tits wobbled slightly as they rose and fell on either side of his chest.

He'd never, in his life, cum like that before. It was centred on his dick, and to a lesser extent in his pussy, but the sensation had spread from and within his entire body.

He turned his head to one side and a pale expanse of flesh greeted him. Brit had undressed, revealing all of their soft rolls and folds, their chubby stomach and generous hips and lush thighs and of course their reality-defying breasts. They reached under them and lifted, heaving with effort, and the piles of flesh valiantly tried to slosh out of their hands. In a similar way to how Tamira seemed like an accessory to their obscene dick, Brit seemed like a passenger within the lewd enormity of their indulgent body.

They didn't say a word but simply gently offered one of their breasts to Donovan's slack, moist lips. He could taste the tang of salt on the rubbery flesh. They were boiling hot, all the warmth of their body concentrated in those baby-pink bumps.

They giggled happily and pushed harder, shoving more of their pillowy flesh against his face, prompting him to suck more. Soon his vision was completely filled, and he was bringing his hands up to hold it steady while desperately licking and chewing at the hardening nipple. He was barely aware of Brit moving around aside from it taking a little more effort to hold onto the sweaty mound with his mouth, until they suddenly dropped onto him.

He felt their curves mould around his own, skin fighting for supremacy over skin. He felt their immense weight, the pressure crushing down on him, leaving him helpless. Brit's nipple stayed in his mouth but their new vantage point allowed them to gather up their hanging breasts and press them together around and into his face.

If he'd thought their breasts were completely occupying his awareness before, this was another level. They smothered him totally in warm, humid darkness, every part of his face pressing into titflesh. He could barely move, and couldn't breathe at all. He was also hard as a rock.

He could tell Brit knew as well, because he felt them press and wiggle their ass against his dick. They said something, but Donovan couldn't hear it through eighty pounds of boob. He also desperately needed to breathe, and started thumping the bed until Brit finally freed him. Cool air rushed in to fill his lungs.

"Mmm, you do like tits, don't you honey? You're so fucking hard for me."

He nodded, gasping, and they giggled and rubbed their tits gently against him again.

"I think you need my giant tits smothering you while I bounce on your dick. What do you think?"

His penis somehow pulsed even harder and slapped the back of the curve of Brit's butt cheeks.

"Oh yeah. You like that. Okay then!"

Before he could react he was shoved back into the plush realm of their tits. Brit laid across him, pressing their body against his own sensitive boobs, throwing a leg across him to allow his cock to project up between their thighs. He felt then squeeze it between them, and became suddenly aware that while Brit may have been fat, they were not weak, and their body in fact contained a significant amount of strength and flexibility under the seemingly-pampered surface.

They pulled their legs up, sliding Donovan's dick up until it pressed against their pussy, and slid forward until he could feel it grinding against both their pussy and the lower curve of their ass cheeks. While still keeping him thoroughly smothered they also somehow managed to start jerking him off with their thighs and grinding him against their slick cunt.

Donovan felt Brits weight humping up and down against him as they skilfully rubbed his dick against their crotch, pushing it in with their feet for maximum friction. He could only feel it, because the entirety of every other one of his senses was smothered in their boobs. They stopped for a moment to lift up a pile of tit and give him a desperately needed chance for a deep breath before dropping them straight back down again.

This time Brit arched their back, slipping Donovan's cock deeper between their thighs. They wiggled it into place at the cleft of their pussy, rubbing wetness into the tip before slamming their ample rump directly down. His dick plunged in several inches in just a few seconds. They were tight and firm but in a yielding way, like their vagina was playing with him, putting up a brief fight before playfully giving in.

He felt them roll their hips before plunging down further. He heard something that was almost certainly a distant, muffled moan, and felt a brief moment of pride - despite contributing nothing to Brit's pleasure besides his erection.

Brit worked their way down inch by inch until Donovan felt the curve of their rump press against his pelvis. They took a moment with him completely inside them to lift up their breasts again, grunting and spreading them apart to give him a sweaty grin through their cleavage. From Donovan's perspective, looking up at their fat cock nestled between fatter thighs, crowned by a soft stomach and those mind-boggling breasts, he felt like he was being mounted by a particularly lewd fertility deity. He was ready for worship as his world went dark again, soft, heavy flesh slapping back down onto his face.

Brit started to ride him now, first just rolling and grinding, then starting to pull out a little, then bouncing powerfully, pulling up most of the way off him and slamming back down. Their bulk was no impediment to moving fast and deliberately, and each thrust hit the two of them together with the loud, echoing slap of flesh against flesh. Their curves moved practically independently of them, a tremellose dance following after their motion.

Brit came first, a sudden, hard orgasm that pitched them forward shaking and babbling, their hips twitching as Donovan's tool wrung more pleasure out of them. Ropes of cum jetted out between their pair as their cock ejaculated in tandem with their fluttering pussy. The movement dislodged their breasts enough that Donovan was able to breathe again, with a little difficulty when Brit collapsed on top of him spasming in orgasmic stupor.

Their shaking and moaning and the whole-body sensation brought him over the edge as well, drawing out squeaking moans as he groped and flailed and unloaded hard inside them. Brit clung onto him until he was completely done cumming, hugging tight, and then softly and tenderly kissed him.

"You're so incredible, oh my deity, oh my deity, I'm so lucky, I'm so fucking lucky..."

They snuggled together for a moment before Donovan felt movement next to him. Tamira had sat down next to him with a tight smile and a glint in their eye.

"That was absolutely beautiful and I love both of you. Problem is you're ridiculously hot and you've only helped me get off once today, and I've just sat here and watched you fuck my metamour. I am horny."

They shifted and their giant dick popped up into Donovan's vision. It was angrily hard, red and pulsing, glistening with lubrication.

"Go on, cutie."

Donovan's mouth watered as he stared reverentially. Without even thinking he reached out with his tongue. It was slick and salty, burning hot, elastic skin around a rigid core that throbbed with frustration and need. Continuing on, servicing that need, was a decision as natural as breathing. Every ounce of his brain, body and soul told him with no room for argument what he needed to do.

Brit sleepily but obligingly rolled off him so he could crawl over in front of Tamira. His breasts swung down, his nipples dragging across the sheets and pinging him with post-orgasmic overstimulation, ass swaying in the air. He wrapped a hand as far around the bottom of Tamira's shaft as it would go, and when his fingers didn't even touch together joined his other hand just above it. He looked up with wide eyes at the glossy monster, feeling Tamira's heart beat through its bulk.

This was it. He was doing this.

He pulled it down until the tip was level with his mouth. It looked even bigger like this. There was no way this could fit in his mouth - and yet somehow it did. As his lips parted around it, he found it could just keep slipping in. His mouth resisted for a moment before allowing it further entry, stretching to accommodate a glans and shaft much thicker than his forearm, even the one from his previous body.

The shock almost knocked him out of what he was doing, but the hot, salty musk gripped his lizard brain and pulled it back to his task. Tamira's cock was no longer just in his mouth, it was firmly inside him, and he wasn't going to stop until he could kiss Tamira's crotch.

"Oh, fuck yes, I love watching that pretty little mouth fucking ruin itself on me. You gonna take every inch of my giant dick?"

He moaned completely involuntarily, though the noise did nothing but vibrate against their pole. He felt one of their hands gently weave its way into his glittering white hair and looked up at them with wet, happy eyes. He pushed forward, choking slightly as they stretched out his throat. He was fully on hands and knees now, breasts hanging and dragging along the bed, working his way horizontally along the pole.

He felt it slide further inside him, sending up sparks of sensation and leaving him deliciously full. Tamira responded with wiggling and satisfied groans that tingled his brain all the way down to his hybrid loins. He was so intent on his goal that it took him by surprise when his nose met Tamira's pubic mound.

There is seventeen inches of someone's dick in my throat. The thought didn't bring even a hint of disgust any more, only pride. He hummed, feeling a third of his body rubbing against the incredible intruder, and was rewarded with a deep groan from his lover. Their head tossed from side to side in the telltale manner of somebody overstimulated with no outlet, only adding to Donovan's lewd pride. Suddenly he felt Brit's hands on his rump and their warmth pressing against him.

"I thought you might be feeling lonely back here, baby."

Even if his mouth had been accessible, he wouldn't have had time to reply before Brit sunk their dick down to the hilt into his cunt. His eyes crossed and his arms lost all their strength. He sunk forward, propped up on Brit and Tamira's erections and the cushiony mass of his own breasts.

"Ooh, they felt that, Brit!" Tamira reached across Donovan's prostrate body and high-fived their metamour. Brit smiled smugly and pushed forward until they were completely deep in Donovan again.

Even the violation he was currently getting from Tamira couldn't have prepared him for his completely unfamiliar pussy being filled with dick. He felt his insides spread apart with a protest, but it was a sly, knowing protest, one delivered with a wink, a smile and an inviting wiggle. His cunt knew exactly what was happening and wanted it, but also knew the game needed a little fight or it wasn't fun for anyone.

Brit withdrew back to the tip of their shaft in a slick motion and thrust in again, letting Donovan appreciate how incredibly wet he was as he felt his juices squeezing out and around the enormous cock. Every sensation this body had delivered him so far had at least partially mapped to something familiar, even if it was strange, transformed or enhanced. This, though - he had no frame of reference, no comparison. It was new, it was unique, and it was powerful. He pressed back against Brit as much as he was able to while still speared on Tamira's tree-trunk cock.

At the same time, Brit and Tamira pulled back and then rammed in unison, sending Donovan's brain completely into a tailspin. They then started to alternate, thrusting and withdrawing back and forth, rocking Donovan in tidal motion. He had stopped even trying to actively participate in the process, simply letting the two beauties use him and cresting the waves of sexual pleasure. This went on for only a little longer until the tandem violation pushed Donovan over the brink.

He shook and shuddered on the two shafts, not even able to vocalise, just delivering his orgasmic throes directly into the unyielding stiffness stretching out his throat. His pussy spasmed and squeezed against Brit, and almost as an afterthought his cock bucked and throbbed, jetting out thick, shameful ropes of cum across the bed and the sweaty underside of his own boobs.

"Aw, Brit, look at them, you made them cum so hard. It looked really cute from this direction - want to swap and see the next one?"

"Ooh, great idea - I want to see what your giant dick does to that pretty face!"

Donovan shuddered again with a muffled moan. He slumped onto his boobs after both lovers withdrew, giving him a moment to catch his breath and bask in afterglow, before feeling Tamira rest the slick underside of their shaft against his cheeks.

"Ready, cutie?"

It wasn't really a question, because they immediately pressed the bloated tip of their dick against his slit. Just that touch made him moan and arch his back.

"You watching, Brit?"

Brit had shuffled around in front of Donovan, leaning forward and filling his vision with cleavage.

"You have my complete attention."

Tamira tensed and pushed forward. They were a lot more gentle than Brit had been, but by necessity. Donovan was learning very suddenly and intimately exactly how big a seventeen-inch penis really was. Brit fucking him had felt relatively natural, his body playing along with the experience, but his body had no idea what to do here. He felt himself forcibly stretch to accommodate them, the unnatural beast of an organ only being matched by the disgraceful wetness and freakish elasticity of his love tunnel. Whatever his face was doing, Brit was definitely enjoying it.

Tamira kept entering, bit by bit. Every moment Donovan thought they must have been done, his body rearranged itself to allow another inch. He was moaning, gripping the sheets, the sensation up in his belly now and still going-

"Fuuuuck, you're-ohhff, s-soo big, I-uugh..."

He felt it throb as they kept pushing. He looked up and Brit had spread their legs apart, with a full view of where the underside of their erect cock met the top of their chubby pussy, replacing where a clitoris would otherwise have lived. The flesh of the top of their vulva stitched seamlessly into the bottom of their shaft. The whole arrangement glistened with moisture and pulsed expectantly.

He craned his neck forward and pushed his face into their pussy. They yelped in surprise, putting a hand on top of his head.

"Wow, Diamond, you eat pussy? You're kinky. Okay, if you're into it!"

They pushed his face against them a little harder. Donovan lashed at their folds with his tongue, feeling the bottom of their cock bob against his nose. He stopped for a moment to moan as he felt Tamira finally press into his butt, feeling like cock was reaching the bottom of his ribcage, and then returned to desperately kissing and licking as Tamira wound up for long, powerful thrusts.

Brit grabbed their cock, starting to stroke as Donovan ate them out, though he had to pause regularly as Tamira's cock slammed into some new part of his insides and briefly rewired part of his brain. They mashed him harder between Brit's legs with every thrust as the blond beauty stroked faster, palming one of their overflowing breasts and leaning back in ecstasy.

He heard Tamira grunt, then felt their strong hands reach underneath him. They heaved and lifted him up and back until his ass pressed into their lap. He nearly shrieked as the depth and angle of their cock shifted, but ended up choking instead as he felt their hands wrap around his own neglected shaft.

"Mmgh... Go on, slut. Shoot off all over those big, fat titties. I'm about to fill up your little cunt until you slosh. You want that?

He let out a wailing moan of inarticulate agreement, and Tamira started to pump again, both their hands and their hips. Brit watched hungrily, fixated on his dripping cocktip as they played with themself.

"Yeah, ugh, y-yeah Di, cum all over me, I want youuu-ooh, to ffff-uhcking glaze my boobies, I wanna-mmm-watch you cum your brains out, babe."

Donovan's eyes rolled, his tongue lolling out, a gout of milky slime belching from the fat, overworked head of his dick. Even beyond simply the pleasure his body could provide him in so many different ways, having sex felt completely different inside his own head. This wasn't just sensation, it was connection. He was moving and reacting and feeling in sync with his lovers, letting himself be used for their enjoyment and having that only enhance his own pleasure.

He was realising the extent to which sex had been a performance - performing desire, performing masculinity, a constant struggle to prove himself to himself that alienated him from the women he slept with and dissociated him from the very act. To feel real desire and intimacy after a lifetime without it was like the first breath of air after drowning. To be here like this, heaving and pulsing and sweating, fucking and feeling and tasting and loving and knowing-

He moaned, arching back, falling deeper into that ecstasy, rigid shaft and lavish breasts bouncing proudly from his voluptuous body. The sight made Brit's eyes widen and they fell forward, still playing with themself, and took six inches of the fat shaft into their mouth.

Time slowed. Donovan felt a vibration through his body-mind, a new tone in the harmony he was singing with his lovers. He felt Tamira's monstrous member pulse at the same time that Brit moaned into the head of his cock, and those brought forth the familiar tight, empty feeling through his body, the fluttering deep in his belly, but so much stronger.

He felt heat and pressure flood his insides. Tamira gripped him and slammed up into him, gasping and grunting, unloading a powerful, long-awaited orgasm. Brit's hips started to buck, the motion heaving the curves of their lush body, spraying their love across the bed and the swaying undersides of their tits. His eyes rolled, his mouth dropped open, and his body seized up as he came.

He was floating in a dark void. He didn't feel warm, or cold. He didn't really feel anything except a sense of comfort. He was safe.

A vision faded in front of his awareness, one that he could feel but remained aware that he was apart from, like he was living someone else's life - but it was his own. It was his familiar, natural body. His muscles, his rugged good looks. He was leaning against a wall, chatting with a hot girl in a little black dress.

She was into it. He took her home and fucked her, properly, him on top, her small and submissive beneath him. He could feel it. If he just reached out, stepped forward, he'd reconnect, he could be back there, back where he was meant to be-

He hesitated. The sex seemed hot and heavy at first but the more he watched, the more he realised it was a loveless, mechanical affair. His girlfriend was nowhere to be seen, nor his new squeeze. He'd fucked it up with both of them, and he didn't really want this one. He was doing it for his own self-image, his wounded sense of masculinity, filling an emotional hole created by his own actions.

He watched himself unload before she came and immediately roll off her, feeling nothing but release. He saw his life stretching out like this, using and discarding people, never growing, never changing, never finding what he was actually looking for.

He could have sunk forward into that. Back to a life that was on top. Powerful, in control, taking what he wanted.

Miserable.

He could feel stirrings of something else now. Sensation flowing not from the vision in front of him, but softer, warmer, rising up from below, gently enveloping him. He took one last look at the scene, sank back

and Diamond opened their eyes.