(Story) Dad's Belly

CW: Contains step-dad/step-son theme

    Ever since my mom married my step-dad when I was 16, I can't help but feel...weird around him. Not in a bad way...though. It's complicated to explain. It's almost as if God saw me getting hard to pics of big fat guys on google when I hit puberty and decided to taunt me by putting on right in my family's house. What's even more tantalizing is how he's built, he's fucking HUGE! His belly is round and taut almost 24/7 and thickly furred like a forest. His muscles are just as thick, and he could probably crush a tree just by hugging it! He's got a salt and pepper goatee and short, dark buzzed hair on top. I don't know how many times I've woken up soaking wet either sweaty or with soaked pants after having dreams about him ever since he moved in. It's like the world's worst blessing. A forbidden lust.

    When he's outside doing lawn work, he's shirtless, and I can't help but occasionally peek out my window and see his rotund ball gut jiggly around as he moves. And it's like he knows I'm watching too, 'cus sometimes he'll jiggle it himself or bounce it playfully. Then he'll come inside and lounge around, shirtless, for a few hours, workout, then shower. And the smell, fuuuck. Why is his musk so damn good??? It's like aftershave mixed with sweat and it makes me rock solid almost instantly whenever I get it. I just wish I could somehow...get closer...

    After I turned 18, things got weirder. Dale, his name btw, started trying to get friendlier with me. Before he was kind of buddy-buddy/step-dad business, but now, he was inviting me to watch stuff on the couch with him while he drank, insisting I get right next to him. He was getting more intermit out of nowhere.

    Then, one day mom left for a business trip for a week. Dale and I were watching a football game. We were having a pretty great time. Our team was winning, the food was good, and Dale was shirtless and hooting and hollering like a buzzed frat bro. He had his arm around me, his pits giving off that musk that I loved so much. It felt like he was bringing me in closer. The heat under my collar rising, rising just like my boner. It was all I could do to not dive into his armpit and jerk off, or rub his belly.

    During half-time, he caught my wandering gaze. "Like somethin' ya see, son?", he asked with a light chuckle. My nerves snapped to attention, "Uh-uh, what?" He had a half grin looking at me. "You seem to be interested in my big ol' gut here, son, heheh.", he chuckled, giving his ball belly a pat. It sounded like a drum, and I nearly came right then and there. "Well...I kinda...can't really ignore it. It's so big and all.", I stammered. "Yeah, I eat too damn much!", he laughed drunkenly. "You wanna feel it?", he then asked. He must have realized I was into him because he immediately grabbed my left hand and placed it on his belly. "OH FUCK.", the only two words that blasted into my head. It was so warm and hairy, and solid. It was like rubbing a big overinflated beach ball. "Can't deny, it feels good having you rub it, heheh.", chuckled Dale as he leaned back. I blushed even harder, the chance having finally arrived and it being even more amazing than I could've imagined. "This is my chance, let's see what he'll let me do.", I thought.

    "C-Can I rub it some more?", I asked timidly. "Sure, son! Knock yourself out!", Dale said cheerfully. I got closer and used both hands to rub his ball gut. I was getting harder, this was AMAZING. I can't believe I'm actually doing this! He's so fucking big!

    "Heheh", Dale chuckled, now with him blushing. I was confused for a second, and then realize that my erect cock was poking him in the leg. My mistake of free-balling in basketball shorts meant that my cock head was poking him in his right thigh. He looked at me with a big grin. "Well now, someone's havin' a better time that I'm havin' it seems!"

    I tried to get words out of my mouth to reply, but only gibberish fell out. "Shhh shhh shhh now, son. It's alright. I had a feeling this is how you felt 'bout your ol' man, heheh.", he said assuredly. "How could he have known!?", my mind raced in a flurry. "Uh...h...how?", I asked. "A bear knows when he's bein' watched, heheh."

    Dale went on to explain how he'd been bi for many years. Even though he loved mom, he also loved guys too. His old navy buds were a few of his previous lovers in the past apparently. He assured me that it's totally fine that I was into him, and that since I'm now 18, it was ok for us to have some fun since it was completely consensual. It was like a weight had been lifted, but my nerves were still tense as fuck.

    "Can...can I make you bigger?", I asked, my body getting hotter and hotter by the end of the question. Dale giggled his ass off. "Of all the step-sons I could've had, I just had to get a feeder!", he laughed. He then looked at me, and smiled, "Hell ya, boy!"

    I finally smiled for the first time since this encounter started. I grabbed him more beer and food and watched him pack it away, rubbing his swollen belly the whole time. It went from the size of a balloon to a beach ball in about 30 minutes. "I love your belly, dad.", I said sheepishly. Dale laughed and wrapped his arm around me, bringing me up to him, "I love you too, son, heheh." I usually called him Dale, but for some reason "Dad" came out. I rubbed Dad's belly and heard him moan in bliss. "That feel good? Heheh", I asked. "Mmm, fuck ya, son."

     My hand, rubbing his belly, started drifting further and further south. He was wearing dark red gym shorts, and my hand landed right on his crotch. Dale smirked and giggled, his belly jumbling. "Go on, heheh", he beckoned. I grabbed what felt like his shaft. "Fuck, you're hung.", I said softly. "Nine and a half, son.", he replied. My mind wandered, and then I got down on the floor in front of him.

    I was kneeling on the floor, his legs spread far apart in front of me. I reached forward and slowly pulled his gym shorts down until a half-erect shaft bobbed up. I looked up, all I could see was his big hairy ball belly, rising and falling as he breathed. "God damn, you're so big...", I said softly groping his cock and rubbing his belly with the other. "I know, heheh.", he chuckled. His cock twitched. The musk coming from his crotch was intoxicating, being far stronger than what I was smelling sitting next to him. I had to taste it. I moved forward and swallowed his flaccid shaft. It was waking up still, but not at attention yet. "Fuck...he's thick..."

    Dale moaned deeply, placing a thick, strong hand on my head. I could feel his cock growing in my mouth. It quickly got bigger and filled up my mouth. I tried to keep going. My moans of pleasure were immediately stopped when his beer-can shaft of a cock finally bashed the back of my throat and made me gag. I immediately backed off and coughed.

    "Ya alright, son?", Dale asked genuinely concerned. I gave him a thumbs up as my breathing returned to normal. "I'm fine *cough*, it's just that you suddenly got too thick for me to swallow.", I explained trying to calm down. I returned to my position in front of him, his wet shaft now bobbing and throbbing. "Damn, I gotta be careful with you!", I said jokingly. "Yeah, I'm a choking hazard! Heheh", Dale laughed.

    "You taste fucking amazing, by the way. Smell great too!", I said giving his shaft a nice long lick. Dale let out a pleasured sigh. "Why dontcha come up here? Kinda hard to see ya past my belly.", he suggested, patting the couch where I'd been sitting before.

    I quickly obeyed and plopped next to him, and scooted right up against him. I leaned my head against his shoulder and lay my right arm atop his huge belly. "There ya go, son. Heheh", Dale chuckled softly. "Why'd you want me up here? Thought you'd want to get a nice release?", I asked, looking at him puzzled. "Felt great, but I think you'd enjoy bein' up here and up close n personal.", Dale said as he lifted up his right arm, exposing his raunchy pit. He gave me a look and I knew what he was inviting me to do. I shoved my face right up into his armpit. The bush was thick but the scent was even thicker, and strong. Apparently he hardly uses deodorant or forgot to today, but either way, fuuuuck. My cock, a pitiful example compared to his, was throbbing and leaking precum now. "Fuck...", I muttered.

    My attention was drawn back to his huge belly. I had to know. "How big can your belly get?", I then asked. Maybe he used to be a professional eater or something? Dale smirked and shrugged, "I dunno really. I can eat a ton, but never actually got to a limit."

    "I'd love to see you get REALLY big. Like gigantic!", I said pining over his big belly. "You look like you could swallow a horse or even a whale, heheh."

    "Now that'd be pretty great, son.", he chuckled. He seemed to have an idea in mind, though. "Ya know, back when I was in the military, I was known for being able to get pretty big on my own without eating or drinkin' much. I was even able to be my own floatation device in the water!", Dale said, looking at me with a grin. "How did you do that?", I asked wondering how he could've been big in the military. I'd seen his pictures from back then. He was muscular but had no gut. "Like this, heheh.", said Dale, as he inhaled deep for about 10 seconds. My eyes went huge as I watched his belly swell bigger. "Holy shit!", I said excitedly. Dale chuckled and tapped his belly like drum. "How much bigger can you get?", I asked extremely curious. "Watch this!", said Dale with a huge grin. He then started inhaling and swelling even bigger. I rubbed his belly, watching in amazement as it expanded under my fingers. Dale's belly swelled steadily, growing bigger and bigger. It was now bigger than an overinflated beach ball and still swelling. By the time he stopped, he was now bigger than a balloon.

    My eyes were in just as much disbelief as my brain. "HOLY SHIT, DAD, YOU'RE HUGE!", I exclaimed. "They didn't call me a human life raft for nothin', heheh.", Dale chucked, thumping his ballooned out belly. "Can you get even bigger?", I asked. "Let's see, heheh."

    Dale started inhaling again, and this time kept going even longer. I couldn't resist any long and pulled my shorts off. I had to do something to show my love and admiration to his growth. By now he was swelling bigger than a yoga ball. I wrapped my arms around his hairy taut belly and started fucking it. "Oh god, dad! Get bigger!!! GET BIGGER!!!", I shouted. Dale seemed to acknowledge my desire and kept growing. "Fuck, how are you able to get so fucking big!?", I asked, not really listening for any answer.

    Bigger and bigger Dale swelled. He was now growing bigger than the biggest yoga balls you can buy. He was pinned under his own mass, and loving it just the same as I was. I could feel his cock against my ass as I fucked his big swelling tank of a belly. Before I could really do anything, I felt it sliding into my ass. I let it slide in deeper, prying its way into my tight hole. "Fuck he's so big", I could only think. He was so god damn big, and still getting bigger! I shimmied myself so that as I fucked his belly, I could work his cock simultaneously. His cock forced me open wide. Dale moaned in between breaths. His belly began to creak as I fucked it. It was so hot, he was a big leathery, hairy blimp.

    My arms couldn't begin to wrap around his belly now as it swelled ever so larger. He was a god damn monster, no, a fucking god! My love for him was beyond measure. I fucked his belly faster and faster. The thought of him outgrowing the house bringing me closer to climax. Our moans growing just as loud as the sounds of his belly groaning. "BIGGER!!! BIGGER!!! BIGGER!!!", I yelled, fucking him harder, his cock fucking me deep. I could feel his shaft going far inside me with each thrust.

    I shot my climax and Dale did too. Dale exploded, literally. The explosion making me blackout.

    I wake up in a pool of sweat, my underwear just completely drenched in cum. "God damnit, seriously? All that was just a dream?", I said to myself. What a fucking cliche ending. I pulled my soaked underwear and clothes off and toss them into the hamper. After showering, I head downstairs. Dale was sitting on the couch, shirtless watching TV. He turned his head and saw me, "Hey son! Why dontcha come watch with me!"