An Agreement Gone Wrong Ch. 03

What the fuck had he been so scared of again?

Christie's cock was quickly bottoming out in John's bottom, or more accurately, his torso. The bump that was in his stomach had risen to his chest, poking between his nipples like a third breast, like a more bizarre version of that woman from Total Recall. Her turgid titan created a continuous lump from the top of his groin, all the way to the start of his neck, nearly bashing into his esophagus with every thrust. John's futa wife would haul her hunk of fuckmeat as far back as she could without having to take steps to make it happen, and then barge it back through his ass and intestines; each powerful thrust shook the whole bed, sending the headboard slamming into the wall and John's body sloshing through all the viscous precum swamping the furniture. His entire body oscillated back and forth across the bed, moved purely by the might of Christie's ridiculous ramrod - though the cum definitely helped!

Balls beating against the front of the bed, plummeting into the wooden frame with each powerful piston, Christie couldn't help but speed up her fucking motions. Everything about this was all she had ever dreamed of; getting to spear John on her staff, covering him in cum, all while he actually enjoyed it! Christie wasn't sure if she'd ever been so happy. Her body reacted to her mirth, and her colossal cum factories rumbled even louder, very ready to deliver their payload. The muscle bound futa's cock gained a new burst of steely-hardness, stretching John's hole tauter, pressing even deeper into his bowels. She was quickly reaching the point of no return, her apex ready to hit her like a freight train!

"Chris, I-I'm getting close!"

Perfect - it was like they really were soulmates!

"Are you baby? Are you gonna cum for me?" she repeated her earlier questions, before adding a new one, "Gonna cum from being fucked by your wife's huge cock!?"

"Yes! Please don't stop fucking me! I love your cock!"

That was it, the words that pushed her over the edge!

Christie threw her head back and bellowed, giving John a final, mind-shattering thrust. Her frightening phallus rocketed through him, the tip punching him in the chin from around his cock-morphed flesh. The entire bed shook as she did, nearly bouncing off the ground, displacing several inches from its original position. The roar she let out as her orgasm coursed through was strong enough to rattle the windows around them, her chest puffing out like a gorilla's ready to fight. Cock bucking hard enough to lift John from the bed and send him back down with a splash, the veins popping out across its tough skin, Christie's arm-swallowing urethra extending enough to press into the semen-soaked sheets, the first salvo blasted from her gaping cumslit.

The initial beam of pearly white futa-goo streamed into John, bathing his insides with her countless wigglers. The ocean of semen washed through his intestines, coating every inch of his internal organs, not a single drop leaking from his plugged backdoor, Christie's cock like an oversized cork for his hole. She grunted loudly, her muscles flexing even more extremely than before as she tried to ride out her orgasm without fucking her husband further. Her hips still jerked involuntarily, sending her cock hammering through him as it belched a constant, prolonged onslaught of futa-cum into his body. Christie's tremendous testicles recoiled in their sack as they fired off their load, banging back and forth against her legs like they had a mind of their own.

There was an immediate effect on John's body.

That first orgasmic explosion filled him so utterly and completely that his stomach ballooned outward like a Bouncy Castle shooting to life. There was no pause, no waiting, no adjustment period - Christie's frothing frosting packed his body full and then some. Rising like the ocean when a whale breaches it, his torso tented upward, his belly button reaching towards the ceiling. Wobbling while it could, any movement besides growth was quickly stopped by just how jam-packed he was with his wife's cum; taut and red was what his stomach turned in mere moments. John's cock was pressed downward by his expanding mass until it hovered only centimeters above the futa's mammoth meatstick. His own member matched Christie's in excitement, and began to expel its own seed.

John groaned as he was injected with his wife's load. It sent him into his own climactic fury, and if he could have reached it anymore, he would have jacked his dick furiously - but that wasn't an option. Releasing his hold on his legs, he tried to grasp at his ejaculating pole, but his hands were blocked by his newly-blown up stomach; instead, he wrapped his arms around the hill of cum elevating in front of him, cradling it like an expecting mother. His cock fired strings of cum without ever being touched, the watery ropes landing across Christie's expanse of cockflesh, disappearing in the mass of her own seed that covered her pole. Moaning through his climax, John threw his head back and squeezed his eyes shut, cum slopping against his cheeks.

Like being fucked for the first time, this was an entirely new experience for John. If he thought the warmth from Christie's precum felt nice inside of him, her actual load was on an entirely different plane of pleasure. There was some discomfort, sure, his body not used to carrying so much of anything inside of it, but that didn't discount the ecstasy even a little. John finally felt like he'd experienced everything his wife had to offer and he loved it. Her sexual magnificence in all its glory was something to behold, and beholding it he was! It was overwhelming in the best way, and if John wasn't already spent, he would have cum again thinking about it, his cock already wilted between his legs as Christie continued to fill him. John didn't think it was possible, but somehow this whole thing made him love his wife even more!

Eyes almost glazed over from satisfaction, Christie watched her pulsating pipe continuously piped more potent progeny into her husband. She wasn't really seeing it, her own brain barely cognizant of what was happening like she was drunk from joy. Her mind slowly registered that John's midsection was growing a bit too big, reaching a dangerous size, the size she would normally pull out at. Running her hands over her body aimlessly, she started to step back, swaying as she went, her cock unsheathing from John's ass; when just her colossal crown was still embedded, it rocket off another massive torrent, shooting him the rest of the way off her cock and onto the top of the bed. A sloppy smile touched Christie's visage as she reached down and began to jerk her giant off at her husband.

Like she was marking her territory, Christie let her essence wash over John, coating him in a cast of cum. Where her streams ended and started was a mystery to anyone, her loads coming out of her cum cannon in one unending explosion. Her sperm lashed against her husband's body over and over again, plastering his skin, painting him a polished white. From his feet to his head he was covered, Christie relentless in her pursuit of seeing him absolutely drenched. Cum ricocheted off his body, deepening the pool around him, flecks of virility splattering against the walls and the floor. The muscled goddess of a futa's orgasm hadn't begun to slow down even after a minute of constant, steady shooting, and it wasn't about to end anytime soon!

Pumping her cock, Christie kept pushing more cum out of it, the bulbous spheres between her legs seemingly bottomless in their supply. Her husband had already been completely hidden under her thick baby batter, but that didn't stop her from masking him further! The medicine ball of cum his stomach had been turned into bore the brunt of it, further molded into a monument of her virility. His limbs were glued to the bed, forcing him into a starfish-like position, like he was trying to make perverse angels in her cum. Even John's tiny flaccid manhood was plastered to his groin, Christie giving him a sperm-formed chastity cage he wouldn't be able to escape from. Despite his enormous stomach blocking his face, the force at which her futa nectar flew from her cock meant that it was saturated as well, soaking him down to the bone, giving him a helmet of steaming syrup.

Jesus Chirst his wife could cum a lot! Still reeling from his own orgasm, his brain fogged by euphoria, John could do nothing but take what Christie had to offer. His body grew more and more soaked with her seed, raising his temperature by several degrees, Christie's cum naturally incredibly hot. He turned his head back and forth, trying to keep it out of his eyes and mouth but there was no use - it was impossible to escape her onslaught! Her onslaught that just kept coming and coming, her unbridled potency like nothing else in this world. His wife's semen was so potent, John swore he could feel her sperm flopping against his skin, like they were actively seeking eggs to fertilize. It was refreshing in a way, like her insane payload was washing away any fear or doubt that still resided in the back of his brain; he truly felt happy being bathed in her cum.

Less rapidly than before, Christie continued to cum. Streams were replaced by huge ropes and splatters that burst across John's being like gooey fireworks. If they weren't layering him, they were layering everything around him, sloshing through the sea of semen, refilling however much of her sludge-like refuse had cascaded onto the floor. As her explosive discharge started to come to an end, Christie waddled towards the bed, still fisting her cock, still firing off baseball-sized pellets of progeny. Once she was close enough, she pressed her cockhead against John's small package and let the last remnants of her climax flood over it, like she was making sure he was branded as her property, like there would be no denying the changes that occurred on this day.

Pleased with her output, Christie climbed onto the bed.

Her hands sunk into the ruined mattress as she crawled towards John, her cock sliding through the semen swamp like a crocodile. Splashing in her gunk once her knees touched down, her massive bulk caused the cum in the bed to spill over the sides like an overfilled bathtub, the entire bed rocking back and forth as she moved. Reaching John's face, she swiped the cum gently off of his face, exposing his head to the dimming sunlight from the nearby windows. Tenderly, she wiped him clean, his eyes fluttering open now that they were freed from her goop, his lips twisting into an exhausted grin at her smiling face; she was like an angel hovering above him, welcoming him into the afterlife. Placing a large hand on his face, she leaned down and kissed him, cum staining her lips.

Twisting their heads back and forth, they kissed softly. Christie placed a hand on John's stomach as they locked lips, and pushed down on it as delicately as she could. He groaned into her mouth as cum began to evacuate his asshole, creating a waterfall of cum that seeped onto the bed. Pressing her tongue into his mouth, she continued to put pressure on his abdomen, helping him deflate to the best of her ability. As his stomach began to take the flat shape it had before she got her hands on him, he suddenly slapped her shoulder hard, causing Christie to jolt backward. Turning his head to the side as fast as he could, John coughed loudly, a mouthful of cum flying from his mouth; he continued to cough and spit up dregs of thick semen, his face going red.

"Oh my God! Are you okay John?"

Waving his hand in the air, John cleared his throat and turned back to his wife.

"Yeah Chris, I'm fine," he spit one last time, his saliva pure white, "I think some of it just came out of the wrong end."

He chuckled, but Christie looked at him seriously.

"Oh no, I'm so sorry honey. I should have pulled out earlier! I shouldn't have filled you up so much! I'm so so--"

"Chris, it's okay. I think I can handle hawking up a bit of cum, especially after that!"

She cast a quick glance at his remaining pot belly of cum, and then looked back up at his face.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure Chris," John felt like he'd said that a thousand times today, "I think I'll live."

"Oh John, I love you so much!"

Christie threw her arms around John's neck and pulled him tight against her chest, planting numerous, sloppy kisses across his cum-drenched hair. John managed to let out a strangled 'I love you too', laughing as he did, his wife's enthusiasm endearing. While she cradled him and murmured an unending stream of compliments against his head, John looked around the room; this was gonna take forever to clean up! Everything in his field of vision -- the walls, the bed of course, and even the damn ceiling -- were covered in her mess. At least she had plenty of experience with this kind of thing! He couldn't help but admire her body during their cuddle-time, his eyes roaming down her shredded torso, down to her crotch, where something as hard as a steel beam still stood at full attention. A worrying look crossed his features, and he slapped his wife's bulging bicep until she loosened her hold.

"Oops! Sorry baby, was I holding you too tight?"

"No, you were fine baby. I was just wondering... was the sex not good?"

John couldn't help but look sad as he asked her

"What? No! It was amazing - you were incredible! I still can't believe it happened! Why do you ask sweetie?"

John looked at her crotch.

"Well, you're still hard..."

"Oh that? Don't worry about that John, it just takes a lot to satisfy me. But you did great already! Maybe tomorrow we ca--"

Her husband sat up as fast as he could, which wasn't very fast considering the cum gluing him down.

"Chris I want to satisfy you!"

"What? No baby, you've done enough today!"

John's face became very serious.

"No. I. Want. You. To. Be. Satisfied."

He paused between each word to make sure she understood, his eyes burrowing into her's.

"Are you sure?" she asked hesitantly, concern quivering across her face, "It can take a lot for me to finish once I get started."

"Of course! I would do anything to make you happy. That's what today is about: your happiness, Christie. Besides, I already swore I'd do whatever it takes, and I can't go back on that."

Christie's voice got quiet.

"Anything?"

"Anything!" John said as excitedly as he could, "I mean it!"

Everything went silent. Christie studied her husband's features, trying to discern his seriousness. He seemed so very sure of himself. Could she really... could she really let out all of her lust on him? Could he actually handle it? Did either of them really have a choice? If things progressed beyond what had happened already, she would inevitably end up fucking him as hard as she could. It would be better to do it now, get it done sooner than later, like ripping off a bandaid. Let him experience her when she let loose, and see if he still wanted her after everything was said and done, if he could really make her happy -- he did say he would do anything it took after all! Christie bit her lip, took a deep breath through her nose, and looked back at her husband, who was still smiling confidently at her.

"Okay baby, then why don't-- actually, no. Get on your hands and knees."

John gulped loudly at command but nodded back at her.

"You got it Chris! Let me just..."

Trailing off, John struggled to get out of the muck sticking him to the bed. Lifting his arms in an attempt to twist himself around, the cum his limbs were awash in stuck to the bed in huge strands, stretching out like marble pillars, he moved slowly, having to swipe at his body to detach himself. The sea of semen caused him to constantly slip, sending him crashing back down, sperm flying into the air around him. Christie stroked her cock casually as she watched him, her vision fixated on his cum-covered ass shaking around as he tried to move. Her patience grew thin as he continued to make no progress, and without a second thought her arms shot out, her fingers wrapping around his waist, almost meeting in the middle.

"Chris what are you do--"

Not getting to finish his sentence, he was spun around in the air, his wife handling him like he weighed next to nothing. Arms flailing, he was barely able to catch himself as he was put back down roughly, his limbs sinking into the soggy mattress. Wasting no time, Christie rose up as tall as she could, unaffected by the slippery surface she stood on, having to duck her head down so as not to hit it on the ceiling. She walked around John until she was behind him, and then leaned over his body; she placed one giant hand on the headboard in front of him, and used her other to line up her cock with his still-leaking asshole. Bending down until her face was next to his, she whispered into his ear.

"Next time I ask you to get on your knees, I shouldn't have to help you do it. Got it?"

John's eyes went wide.

"O-Of course honey. I'm sorry!"

Christie licked his ear.

"Good."

Adjusting her stance, Christie pressed her tip against John's still too-small backdoor; no matter the amount of intense stretching it already went through, it still looked woefully inadequate at handling Christie's gargantuan bitch breaker. But they both knew better. The massive futa rubbed her cock up and down his hole, once again adding extra lubricant, not that John's hole looked like it needed more. As she did, she readied herself for what was to come, even though she wasn't the one about to get fucked. She reminded herself over and over again that her husband had literally asked for this, and that this would be for the good of their marriage. That this would be the ultimate act that would prove if he could handle her or not - she had her doubts, but at this point there was no going back.

Taking a deep breath, Christie slammed her cock into John.

Unlike before, she ravaged her massive member into her husband's tight hole, giving him no time to warm-up or get used to it. Her colossal crown speared into him, piercing straight through his depths, re-forming his insides to the shape of her third leg. Scraping through his intestines, Christie's cock barreled into him, not stopping until it hit the same point that it had reached before; what took her numerous minutes previously, she accomplished in only a second. The distension in his stomach appeared so suddenly, that it punched into the bed, pulling his flesh downward, until it resettled itself near his neck. After this first, punishing penetration, Christie held herself back, waiting to see her husband's reaction, waiting to see if this was going to be the end of them.

It felt like the air had been knocked out of his lungs. John gasped loudly, instinctively lurching forward, trying to escape the immense invader - but he made no progress. Christie's dangerous dick kept him completely in place, not budging an inch from his writhing, weighing him down with its immense mass. His fingers dragged through the creamy, thick gunk surrounding him, failing to grasp anything that might help him survive this encounter. John grit his teeth as he felt his wife pull her cock out -- all the way out -- and then repeat the same motion, battering his body with her turgid club. And then she did it again. And again. And again.

"This is how I actually fuck people, John." Christie growled above him, pushing her hunk of girlmeat in and out of his abused hole, "This is what you asked for! This is how I'm gonna fuck you everyday from now!"