The Transfer - Part 6

He was like a tidal wave--like a force of nature. He simply grabbed me by the shoulders and tossed me to the floor like I was nothing. And in a very real sense, I sort of was. I couldn’t begin to guess how much I weighed from a lifetime of being north of 300 lbs, but it couldn’t have been that much more than 120-130 tops.

Before I could even think to move he was on top of me, crushing me. He soft, sure, but also incredibly heavy. My feeble struggles were completely absorbed by his yielding flesh, while the heavy muscle beneath it moved me as easily as a doll.

He grabbed my legs and spread them apart. I used to be able to do the splits even at my former weight (comes from needing to bend your legs in strange ways to put on socks) so my legs stretched around his middle so they were almost tracing half his vast circumference. He shifted a bit and then my limbs were beneath the chasm between his belly and his pelvis, my ass right above his groin.

From my vantage, all I could see was the top of his head and an enormous horizon of slowly jiggling flab. He moved me simply by tugging on my legs, shifting me further beneath that horizon until I could feel something poke into my rear.

I’d never even looked at this guy’s cock before starting this--I couldn’t have seen it below what used to be my own enormous hips. But this guy was packing too. Maybe not quite as much as me, but it was a lot. And it was angry.

Luckily he must’ve also been extremely wet since I felt something sticky coat my ass as he slid me along the tip of his cock. Once conveniently lubed he grabbed both my ankles and pulled. Hard.

No matter how much precum you use, it’s never going to fully do the job. It hurt. A lot. I would have screamed but he’d thought of that and leaned over to muffle me with his gut.

He held me there for a few moments. It was hard to breathe. Everything was a hairy wall of soft flesh that I was powerless against. And then he pushed me back, and then pulled me down back into him. Then again. And again. Each time hurt a little less than the last. Each time felt a little better than before. And each time, a small blue glow began to emanate from what little space remained between us.