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Anxiety clutches my chest as I stare at the gate. What am I doing here? Well, that’s exactly what I’m here to figure out.

Taking a deep breath, I approach the gate. My fist is just an inch away from knocking when I notice an intercom set into the wall. Of course. Who would even hear their gate being knocked on. Stupid, Jaden. I follow the directions of the faded text written next to it and press a button.

Several minutes pass with no answer. I decide to press it again and just as I do, a red light turns on. A deep, gravelly voice booms from the speaker.

“I’m fuckin’ here! What do you want!?”

For a moment I’m too surprised to speak.

“Great Grandpa Jun? It’s me, Jaden. Your great grandson. Remember I was coming today?”

“I fuckin’ remember. I ain’t senile.”

Before I can reply, the gate opens. Looking back at the intercom, the red light is no longer on. I move in front of the opening gate. Inside is a courtyard, the house surrounding it with a mishmash of architectural styles. It is as if this place has been renovated multiple times over the decades, but only one section at a time.

Walking down the path towards me is a hulking giant of an eastern dragon. He’s double my height, but that’s to be expected, I guess. Eastern dragons usually grow to the size of a house or more and we don’t die of old age. I’d say he’s a good bit over 12 feet tall and very rotund—more than triple my width. He wears blue basketball shorts and a tattered, over-stretched black tank top that covers almost none of his body. His fur is a dark, desaturated blue with dark gray scales where the fur does not cover. His white hair is tied in a bun and his beard lays across his massive chest, ending at the top of his massive belly.

After stopping in front of me, he leans down to inspect me. I get a better view of his face in turn. It is very gruff and mature—manly. Overall, he looks grumpy. I worry about how he’ll treat me during my stay.

He pulls my arm out to my side, inspecting it, before dropping it and grabbing my face. My face is twisted to each side before he finally lets go. The inspection is so sudden I am too stunned to react.

“Yeah, we’re kin. Follow.”

After snapping out of my stupor, I have to jog with my suitcase to keep up with his giant gait.

“W-wait up!”

He keeps walking. Once he finally comes to a stop, I am panting heavily.

“This is your room.”

He gestures to a large him-sized door with a smaller me-sized door inlaid in it. I look up at him for anything else he has to say, but he just stares at me, not saying a word. I take the hint that he wants me to open the door. Inside it is very bare—just a bed with a nightstand and a closet inlaid into the wall.

“Put your stuff up. We’re cooking dinner.”

“W-we? I don’t know how to cook!”

The hardened grimace he usually wears contorts into a deeper one, “Don’t know how to cook!? You have parents, don’t you boy?”

“Yeah… They always did the cooking.”

He opens the larger door and steps up to me before bonking me on the head with his fist.

“O-ow!”

“That’s for your parents. My own offspring not teaching their boy to cook in a world like this... How were you feeding yourself living alone?”

“Uh… instant ramen...”

“That’s all?”

“N-no, but that’s what I mostly eat,” my voice is small and pathetic.

“Ah, no! Set your shit down, I’ll teach you to cook.”

He storms out of the room and slams the large door shut behind him. I’m quick to put my stuff up and follow. Seems the shower I had planned to take will have to wait. I’m lucky I see the fuming dragon’s tail flick into a doorway as I hurry to catch up. Inside the dining room and kitchen greet me.

He’s so fast for someone his age. I know it is mostly his size, but even then he walks as if he’s decades younger than he is.

Inside, Jun is making a ruckus. Pans clang against cooking utensils as he cooks with ferocity.

“Come here.”

It scares me somewhat how he knew I came in without even looking. I spare no time in complying, regardless. Once I get close enough, he pulls me in front of him onto a stool. The kitchen and dining room are sized for him, making the stool a requirement for me. As his soft belly presses into my back, an erection starts to form in my pants. What the hell? He’s my great grandpa! Stop that!

Before I can process that, Jun leads me into the most physically and mentally exhausting cooking experience I have ever had. I feel like a chef working under Gordon Ramsey.

Finally finished, I slump in my seat, my dinner laid out in front of me. Everything I made looks like a disaster, while Jun’s larger portioning looks perfect.

Using oversized utensils, I clumsily take a bite. My eyes widen in surprise—somehow it actually tastes good, more than likely from no contribution of mine. Remembering the hunger I had built from the ride up here, I stuff my face. A fist softly yet firmly knocking me on the head stops me from my gorging, almost making me choke.

“Manners.”

I swallow before speaking again, “You don’t have to hit me every time I fuck up.”

He bops me again, “Language. -And yes I do.”

“Y-you cussed earlier!”

“I did.”

I want to say more but it’s clear this is a conversation I cannot win. I take another bite, this time in a mannerly way.

“You will help me bathe after this,” he takes a bite with the same grumpy expression on his face as if that wasn’t a preposterous ask.

“W-what? Why?”

He glowers at me, “I cannot reach my back. You will clean my back for me. Are we clear?”

I sink into my seat. He is letting me live here for free. It is the least I could do.

“Yeah…”

We eat in silence for the remainder of dinner. The old box television at the end of the table keeps the silence from becoming suffocating, allowing me to look at that instead of Jun. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about when his belly met my back. I was… aroused—am aroused. Every time I look at him I am reminded of that moment, reinvigorating the feeling I had, but shame soon follows. I cannot be thinking or feeling these things about my great grandpa.

I only have a small portion of my meal left when Jun stands, almost making me jump. He silently washes his dishes before heading to the exit, but stops just beside me.

“Bathroom’s to the right. Follow the walkway to the third door. Don’t dally.”

I nod, averting my gaze. He harrumphs before finally departing. I am quick to finish, not wanting to upset him more than I already have on my first day here.

Anxiety fills my chest as I follow the walkway to the bathroom. The cold early night air chills my scales, but evidently not enough to calm my erection. I shove myself under my waistband before I open the door to the bathroom. Steam flows past me as I pause and stare inside. The larger than life Jun sits on an equally large stool matching the one I used in the kitchen. My boner strains seeing his thick, naked ass droop off the stool, but again I push those thoughts to the recesses of my mind. A large toilet, sink, and bathtub decorate the room. It seems so expensive living that big. I can only hope I have my shit together by his age… How old is he?

I step in and close the door behind me.

“Good, you’re here. Get my back now. I’m all done everywhere else. You’re slow as shit!”

More like he is fast! I have never bathed that quickly and he is more than double my size!

“S-sorry. I’ll get on it.”

I scurry over and grab the body fur wash before finding another stool and dragging it over. His back is extraordinarily wide. A white trail of fur runs from his head all the way down his back, across the top of his tail until it ends at the tip. My hand—covered in body fur wash—sinks into his fur and presses into his soft back. His fur is longer than mine, I guess everything comes bigger with him… everything. I gulp. Just ignore it. I scrub the best I can, having to go in wide arcs to cover his large back. He is very soft, both the fur and the fat on his back. I’m surprised, I figured it would just be his fat that was soft but I guess he takes good care of himself… while not being able to reach back here supposedly.

I almost fall off of the stool as he speaks.

“Always been a struggle back there. Usually use a brush… Thank you.”

His voice is strange—sincere. Not the usual gruff and serious sound I have grown used to in the last couple hours I have known him.

“No problem.”

He turns his head to look at me, a gentle expression—as gentle as his face can muster—on his face.

“Why’d you choose me? You got parents and…” his brows furrow, clearly working something over, but he gives up,” however many other great grandparents you have. Why choose me?”

This was an inevitable question that I knew was coming. Before coming here I had never seen him before—never even heard of him until some family members mentioned him in passing. I eventually learned he was one of my few family members that remained outside of the city.

“Just… wanted to give back to my family is all.”

He turns his body, facing to the side as he glares down at me.

“That doesn’t answer my question. Why. Me?”

I shrink under his gaze, “Well. I just wanted out of the city.”

“Don’t got any other family outside the city?”

“I do… they just have… issues with my side of the family. Nothing I did, but I doubt dealing with them would be fun.”

“That’s it? I was a last resort, hm?”

“N-no! I- well… yeah. I guess. You don’t gotta put it that way, though.”

He takes a deep breath, “Y’know. You're the first bit of family I’ve spoken to in decades. Thought everyone up and forgot about me. They prolly did. On purpose, too. Those ‘issues’ the family has... That incident was the last I saw of the family.”

I wait for him to continue but he doesn’t.

“Hm? What happened? Everyone I asked wouldn’t tell me. -Or didn’t know.”

“Mmm. Another time. Rather not talk about that. Don’t doubt nobody knows why anymore. Just holding onto old baggage they can’t even remember. Wretches.”

I frown. I don’t like when someone talks about their family like that, especially when it’s my family too, but I can understand why my estranged great grandpa would be bitter. To an extent.

Jun stares into nothing for a bit. I have to get his attention again so I can finish scrubbing. Soon after our talk, I finish. I was almost done before he stopped me, actually. He stands to rinse off in the shower and I find myself staring at him—at each curve of his body. I realize what I am doing and snap myself out of it. What the hell am I thinking? He is family! I shake my head and head to leave, hopefully to get some sleep. I am beat.

“Jaden.”

I stop and look back at him. His face has that sincere look on his face again.

“Can’t get that spot good. Thank you. Felt good. Muscles’re tight back there too so pressing hard like that did wonders.”

Wait, I was pressing hard?

My dick throbs. Oh. Of course.

“Err… Y-yeah. If you want, I could give you a massage?”

What? Don’t say that you horny devil!

He smiles at that, somehow his face still looks grumpy, “Well… why not tomorrow then? Back’s been killing me.”

I try to say no—to backtrack—I really do… but the arousal in my dick doesn’t allow me.

“Yeah. Sounds good.”

Fuck.

—

Laying on my new bed that night, I think about what the hell is wrong with me. The way I am feeling about my own family member has me feeling guilty. He is my great grandpa, which separates me a lot from him genetically, maybe, but we know each other as family. That is what makes it wrong. Almost the same difference as an adopted son banging their dad… I guess? Ugh, why is this happening to me?

My morals having a tug of war inside me accompanied with sleeping in a new place makes me stay up late into the night. I get up to go to the bathroom multiple times, masturbating into the toilet while thinking of him—his big belly, manly face, large size. He could pick me up or crush me under his ass or belly. Not to mention he has to be quite large down below, regardless of how big it is compared to the rest of his body.

In my mind I beg that I can cum out any attractions I have for him, but ultimately it cements those feelings instead.

—

I awaken exhausted. Jun teaches me to cook breakfast, which luckily goes much better than yesterday. As we eat, Jun allots our ‘schedule’ for the day.

“Massage my back after this. Then we’ll take care of the courtyard and garden.”

I almost choke on my food, “Y-yeah. Will do!”

I am such a pushover.

Antsily, I eat as I watch the TV. Whatever is playing does not even process in my brain—all I can think of is getting my hands on him some more. Fighting these thoughts is becoming more and more of a losing battle. Before I realize it, I’ve finished eating. Jun standing pulls my attention to him.

“L-let me do the dishes. You can go get ready,” I say.

He raises an eyebrow, a moment passing before he smiles.

“Well, you spoil me. Best be careful or I might expect more of this…”

He runs his massive hand through my hair as he passes by, leaving me even more flustered.

“I’ll be in my room.”

-And he’s gone. I try to calm myself as I wash our dishes, but I only get more worked up.

Shoving my erection behind my waistband. The walk to his room is simultaneously rushed and hesitant. I take a deep breath before pulling open his door. Go figure, his room is much larger than mine, furniture included. What catches my attention the most is Jun—naked and prone on his bed.

“Um, Great grandpa Jun?”

He looks back at me, “Just Jun. Rest is just a mouthful. Come in, back ain’t gonna massage itself.”

“Err… yeah. Got it. You… don’t have a towel?”

“Towel?” he scoffs, “You saw my ass last night. This ain’t nothing.”

“Right… sorry. You’re right.”

He grunts, “If it’s that bad I can get one. Don’t mean to upset ya.”

“Bad? N-no, it’s great- fine, I mean. Doesn’t bother me one bit.”

He raises a brow, “Then get to work already.”

Finding yet another stool, I pull it up next to the bed. My hands eagerly sink into the fat of his back again, this time with permission to push hard. I am quick to come into an issue, though. He’s too wide for me to get both sides at once. His belly squishing out to the sides make it even harder to reach his back. I try to do my best, but Jun soon grunts in frustration.

“Just crawl on me if you can’t reach. Sit on my butt.”

I gulp nervously at the proposition, only scrambling onto him when Jun smacks my butt.

“Well? Get going!” I get the impression he had been aiming higher on me but he wasn’t able to lift his arm that high.

I sit on his ass, and what an ass it is. The only thing that prevents me from fully sinking down into the softness of it is his tail. It is thick and long, like any eastern dragon. I resist the urge to grope his ass like a creep and instead get on my knees. My hands sink into his large back again and I begin rubbing hard. There’s a good amount of fat in the way of his muscles, requiring more effort. My arms quickly start to burn. I can feel he isn’t particularly muscular, he just has the typical muscle mass someone of his body size would have, plus what he needs to carry all that weight around all the time. I’m simultaneously lucky to be doing this and not at the same kind. As much as I enjoy touching him, my dick throbs painfully from the constant erection.

After what feels like a week of me crawling around and kneading as many of his knotted muscles as I can, Jun finally tells me I did enough. I hop off him and sit on the stool, letting my burning arms and cramped hands relax. Jun’s bed creaks as he shifts behind me. A foot steps down to my right, then my left. I stiffen and turn around, Jun’s belly is inches from my face. I stare, brain short-circuiting. Luckily, or maybe unluckily, his belly covers his crotch.

“Thanks,” he tests his range of motion, “Still a bit tight, but not like before. I’ll do you sometime. Don’t wanna get knots like mine.”

“Y-yeah,” I chuckle awkwardly.

I quickly scurry out of the room as Jun slips his tiny tank top back on. He might as well not wear it, to be honest.

—

The rest of the day Jun puts me to work weeding the courtyard while he tends to the garden. I cannot help but to sneak a look at him whenever he is turned away. Each time, shame makes me return my focus to the weeds, but the thoughts remain. I tell myself I’ll stop this nonsense, but without failure my eyes shift back to him and the most lecherous thoughts come to mind—thoughts I cannot fight away.

My body heats up from my arousal, mixing very poorly with the weather. It is not necessarily hot, but the sun beating down on me has left me panting. My sweaty palms dampen the insides of my gloves, increasing my discomfort. Just one look at the both of us makes it clear who is used to this kind of work and who is not.

“Let’s take a break.”

I almost jump as Jun’s voice pulls my attention from the weeds. Brushing off my knees, I follow him to the shade of the walkway with a sigh of relief.

Jun gets some cold drinks out and we sit on some shaded benches set up along the walkways. He takes off his shirt and tosses it to the side as he gulps his drink down. I quickly avert my gaze, chugging from the massive glass he gave me to distract myself. When I have to stop for air, I let out a satisfied sigh. Just what I needed.

“Take your shirt off. You’ll overheat like that.”

“W-what? I’m good!”

“No. You’re panting worse than me, and I run hot. Here.”

He takes my drink from me and—despite my protests and struggling—strips my shirt off before tossing it on his. I shift my dick out from under my strap during the struggles so it doesn’t poke out of the top of my pants. There goes my easy cover. I switch to pressing my hand onto my thigh where the head is, hopefully inconspicuously.

“There you go! That’s much better, ain’t it? You little shit!” He fumes at me.

It definitely is. I’d honestly go nude if I was alone. The air feels heavenly on my hot body right now.

Jun looks down, “Pants too. Those’re too thick.”

My hand clenches my pants, “W-what? No!”

Jun rolls his eyes, “Quit being a pussy. It’s just pants. Watch.”

Jun stands and I watch with aroused horror as he drops his shorts and tosses them onto the clothes pile. Underneath those shorts is only a jockstrap to cover him, giving me a good view of his bare ass and hips. Why is he wearing just a jockstrap? Why have I seen his ass three times in less than a day? My cock strains against my pants and underwear.

He turns to me. My eyes travel from the white carpet of hair covering his chest, down the trail running along the center of his round belly before ending at the damp cloth covering his crotch. White pubes jut out from there, even spreading to his inner thigh. Just the thought of that cloth being the only thing between me and his slit has me harder than ever. The jock is filled in a bit—his fupa, doubtless.

He tosses his shorts onto the pile of clothes. I can no longer see my shirt under his clothes.

“Your turn,” He looks at me expectantly.

“W-well… I… Uh-”

Jun groans out of frustration and his hands are upon me.

“W-wait! No!”

“Quit it! It ain’t a big deal you priss!”

He manages to pull my pants off, my boner making an obvious tent in my underwear once the waistband of my pants are pulled low enough. I feel a chill go down my spine as Jun sets his eyes on it. He grunts as he pulls the rest of my pants off, completely unbothered.

I am quick to cover myself—puching my boner up against my thigh again, but even to me it’s obvious what I’m doing. There’s no hiding it now, but I try anyways. I stare up at him, the skin under my fur and scales beat red.

Jun sits back down and I follow suit. Awkward silence falls between us for an agonizing moment before he breaths a heavy sigh and speaks again.

“C’mon. Let’s finish up here.”

He takes a final swig of his drink before ambling off to the garden, not bothering to get dressed. I stare, transfixed on his bare ass jiggling as he walks.

“Get going, boy!”

I jump to my feet and set my drink down. I hadn’t realized he was looking back at me. I look at my tented underwear, then over to my pile of clothes. He definitely does not want me to dress up again. There’s no hiding this boner now, anyways.

I resume weeding, my face in a constant blush of embarrassment.

—

That night, Jun and I didn't talk during dinner. I hurry to finish eating—to get this embarrassing day over with—but even then Jun finishes before me. I watch him from the corner of my eye as he brings his dishes to the kitchen. Both of us are still in out underwear. He thought it was unnecessary to get dressed again—that it is more comfortable anyways.

When I head to the kitchen with my finished dishes, Jun has me hand them to him. I hurry to leave, avoiding his eyes, but a large hand on my shoulder stops me. I freeze in place as I feel his soft chest and belly press into my back..

I hear his voice in my ear, “Now, you tell me…” his tone is something I have not heard from him yet—slow, sultry, “...why you actually came here.”

His hand runs down my chest, then my stomach. It slowly gets lower as it caresses my body. My heart hammers in my chest. Is this really happening?

His hand sinks lower and lower before it sinks into my underwear. It wraps around my dick and I moan involuntarily. My dick throbs and stains the fabric around the tip with pre. He slides his hand back and forth ever so slowly. It becomes difficult to focus as my breathing quickens.

“You see a photo of me and decide you want me? Come all the way out here just to look at me?”

I moan again. He stops, squeezing me twice.

“Tell me the truth.”

I take a moment to collect my thoughts, “I… I just…”

He starts up again, he’s going to reward me for telling the truth.

“I needed… away.”

“Away?”

“I… I’m 26. I don’t know what I’m doing.”

His pace slows, I can’t tell if he thinks I’m lying or if he is focusing on listening.

“I just…” I catch my breath, “I don’t know what I want to do with my life, I guess.”

“Hmm? What do you do for a living?”

“Right now? Nothing. I quit to come here.”

He squeezes a bit before he resumes pumping and I moan again.

“What did you do before coming here?”

I take a shaky breath, “C-Cashier... Convenience store.”

He slows down, sensing he was making it difficult for me to speak.

“Have a dream?”

“What?”

“Anything you want outta life, boy? Want a whole lot. A dream.”

I’m quick to answer, it’s something I’ve thought about a lot, “No…”

“Mmm… I think I know your dream.”

He pushes my underwear down, exposing me to the open air as his speed increases rapidly. My eyes roll back into my head as I push forward against his hand. After suffering through my attraction to him for so long, finally getting this to happen is euphoric. A tight grip wraps around my shoulder—I can focus just enough to make out Jun’s head. He’s biting down on my shoulder, his big mouth easily wraps around me. My heart beats even faster than before as his canines sink into my skin—just deep enough so it doesn’t hurt.

The dam bursts in less than a minute. My vision blanks as shot after shot of cum unloads into his hand. His giant hand easily collects all of what is easily the most I have ever cum.

He lets go of me and I watch as he licks my cum off of his hand.

“Your dream is to please me, is it not? How would you like to do that with your life, hmm?”

My response is desperately fast, “Yes! Please! I want nothing more!”

He smiles, “Good. It’s about time for another massage.”

He picks me up, cradling me against his soft, furry chest. Conveniently close to my head I find a nipple and quickly give it a lick. He hums with pleasure. I wrap my lips around it, sucking on it as I run my hands through the thick fur on his chest. I’m pulled away with a pop as he sets me down. We’re in his room.

I hadn't noticed before, but he is completely naked. He must have undressed while he was jerking me off. My dick throbs at the sight of him laying prone on his bed, his massive belly spreading out on the surface. His tail moves to the side, revealing the cleft of his ass.

“I know you got more in you. Fuck my ass, boy.”

A smile spreads across my muzzle as I climb onto his thigh. He is so soft, I wonder if I’ll be able to stop myself once I start. I give each cheek a circular rub and spread them, getting a good look at his hole. It looks delectable. I almost plunge my dick in immediately, but I manage to stop myself to lube him up first. My tongue presses against the soft flesh of his asshole. A shiver runs down my spine as I realize I’m actually doing this. He tastes of flesh and sweat, completely lacking the taste one might have doing this unprepared. He cleaned up before he even asked me, which turns me on even more. I grip his giant, pillowy cheeks as I eat him out like I’m digging for treasure. My tongue meets little resistance as it presses into him, sinking deep into his colon. The difference in our size makes it so much easier to go in deep. I want to savor the feeling of my tongue being squeezed by his hole, but my dick is itching for a proper fucking.

My tongue hangs from my mouth like a panting dog as I pull out. I do not wait a moment after lining myself up to hilt in him. His hole is more than big enough to take me entirely in one go.

“There ya fuckin’ go!” Jun moans.

I see stars. His hole squeezing on my tongue is one thing, but around my dick almost has me cumming instantly, especially with all of that foreplay. I give it a moment, waiting for my throbbing dick to settle down. I know if I move at all I’m going to spill. The moment of calm gives me the clarity to wonder how much Jun even feels of this—my dick feels like it only just reaches into his rectum. I shake away the rambling thoughts, it’s time to get to work.

I start with a slow pull back before slamming into him.

“Mmph! Harder, son, let me have it!”

Doing as I’m told, I quickly speed up, slamming into him with all I’ve got. My hands sink into his fat ass as all of my senses are consumed by the sensation of his hole gripping my dick and the loud slapping reverberating around the room. My legs quickly start burning at the speed I’m going, but I persevere. His hole feels like heaven on my dick and before I can stop it, I’m cumming.

Fuck. I wanted to last longer.

I collapse against Jun’s ass, my legs finally giving up . His cushy ass comforts me as I spill my load into his spacious hole, no doubt not even close to ‘filling him’ despite this load quite possibly beating my last one.

If Jun’s voice didn’t bring me back to reality, I would have passed out then and there.

“Hmph. We’ll have to work on your stamina, barely got me going.”

Ouch, but I can’t say I’m surprised. I don’t think my size will ever be enough for him, even with better stamina.

Jun smoothly grabs me and swaps our positions. I lay on my back while he’s on his knees with my legs propped up on his thighs. I look down at his monstrous member jutting from his slit. Oh fuck.

“Um, you’re preparing me first, right?”

Jun smirks at me, “’Course. Better loosen up real quick-like, ‘cause I ain’t got much patience left in me.”

Before I can respond, he leans down, pulling my ass to his face. His giant, muscular tongue pries my slit open and delves inside easily. Even the size of his tongue would be too big for any non-dragon, but I do not need to worry about that. With how much size difference dragons can have, being stretchy enough to take big dicks is a biological requirement.

His tongue pushes past my dick before pressing something deep inside—something that has me moaning deeply. After just that one touch I can feel my dick soften, not due to losing arousal—not even remotely—but due to my cervix being stimulated. My moans continue as my body adjusts into a breedable state.

Jun’s tongue slithers out of my slit, dripping juices and leaving me gaping, “Perfect,” he smiles before lining up his dick, pressing it against my folds.

My breath is taken away as he presses in, my folds stretching beyond what I have ever felt before. It is a surreal sensation, feeling as if I should be tearing—should be feeling any pain whatsoever—but I do not. All I feel is pleasure as his massive dick distends my belly. He humps into me in slow, short motions—working his dick into me rather than forcing it in. I can only be grateful, despite my biology if he just jammed it in it would hurt horribly, possibly causing damage.

I grasp his fingers, holding on for dear life as his dick finally presses into my cervix. I moan long and hard as he keeps pressing forward, stretching me in a new direction. I squeeze harder, moan harder as more and more of him slides into me—stretching me beyond what I have ever experienced. My abdomen distends more and more and more before his hips finally press against me. Given a moment to catch my breath, I run a hand over the prominent bulge. Feeling him through myself has to be the most arousing experience I have had yet—and that is enough to push me over the edge. I tense, gripping his fingers again as my slit milks him—an orgasm like I have never felt before pulses through my body.

He laughs, “Get ready, there ain’t gonna be a moment where you’re not pregnant while I’m around!”

“Yes! Please!”

He pulls back until just the tip is left inside before slamming back in, spearing my cervix. Another loud moan from me morphs into a continuous moan as he picks up his pace and fucks me like an animal. Quickly my cervix gives up resisting his battering and his dick crashes past it into my womb, bulging out my stomach even more as I’m pulled into an ever lasting orgasm. My brain shuts down, only the sensations of Jun’s primal fucking being registered.

He pauses. My slit continues to clench around him as my orgasm continues through the pause. If I could process anything other than my orgasm I would whine, but he shifts. He looms over me, laying his forearms above my head as he repositions into a mating press. The pleasure of his cock shifting around inside me as his soft belly compresses me into his bed perfectly elongates my orgasm until he continues his thrusts. In moments he is back to full speed—pounding me into his mattress.

My continuous moans are muffled by his massive belly. Each thrust squelches into me, and each time his hips contact mine a loud plap reverberates around the room. I lose track of how many times I cum as his over-sized cock completely reorganizes my insides with each thrust. The only emotion my brain can process is bliss.

Through the unending pleasure, I can feel a growing pressure with each thrust. I gasp as his thrust stops. Something thick presses into my crotch, but before I can think my slit gives way and I gasp as the pressure in my slit grows. I realize it’s his knot. He’s close. He pulls back, but his knot catches on my exit. I gasp as he manages to pull his knot out before I feel the familiar pressure of him pushing back in.

He pants, “Get ready, kid. Gonna fill ya real good.”

I almost yell as his knot finally pops into me. The pressure is mind-shattering as his growing knot tugs and pulls at my slit. His thrusts are short and quick—his knot preventing the long thrusts from before. His breathing quickens and his thrust become erratic. I can feel is cock pulsing inside me before Jun groans long and loudly. His cock lets out one final pulse before I feel the heat of his first shot flooding my insides.

The feeling of being filled and his pulsing cock hitting all the right places prolongs my ongoing orgasm, all without him even thrusting. Each gush of cum into me is accompanied with his flexing dick—each flex powerful enough to lift me in the air if he was not holding me down with his belly. The pressure grows and grows. I realize I don’t feel his cum leaking past his knot.

“S-shit, Jun. S-sit up, please!”

It takes him a moment to process what I said before complying. His knot pulls me with him, my lower body pulled onto his lap. The reduced pressure as he allows my belly room to grow makes me sigh in relief. Now no longer constricted by his belly, each throb of his cock now indeed pulls my lower body up into the air, my enlarging belly jiggling with each pulse.

It feels like it will never end. I lose track of how many times he has shot into me, but finally his throbs weaken until they finally end.

As I settle into the afterglow, all I can do is pant. Jun is left in the same state.

The silence is only finally broken in what feels like an eternity later.

“Mmm. Now that was good. Haven’t had a good fuck in decades,” Juns says, panting between each breath.

I feel a sense of pride in that statement.

“C’mon, when all that comes out, it’s gonna make a mess.”

I only moan in response, not capable of forming words. He chuckles as he picks me up, supporting my back and head with his massive hands. I can only barely be held up before my belly presses up against his. He leads us to the bathroom before sitting on the floor. He has me rest on his legs as he sits criss-cross, keeping me off of the ground.

We sit in silence, relishing the afterglow.

It feels like I doze off, but when Jun catches my attention again I can’t tell whether I did fall asleep or not.

“So… you’re gonna be living with me now. Need to get your stuff, eh?”

“Huh?”

“Your stuff. Can’t imagine all your shit is in that suitcase of yours.”

He’s right. I left the non-essentials at my parents. I really am doing this, aren’t I. Starting a life with my great grandpa. It’s… insane, completely disgusting, but even with those thoughts telling me ‘no,’ I still want it.

“Yeah… I’ll get them in a couple days. Don’t wanna do that bus ride again for a bit longer.”

He chuckles and his dick flexes, bouncing me along to his laugh, “Well, then I’ll have to make most of our time before you go!”

I smile, “If you can’t handle me being gone for a little bit, I guess you will.”

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Little feet pitter-patter across the wooden walkway outside. I take a deep breath, rousing from my slumber. Jun snores heavily next to me, his massive form raising a foot with each inhale. I stand up with difficulty. It’s something I’m used to by now—moving around with a pregnant belly. Since the first time Jun and I had sex, I’ve only not been pregnant a couple weeks after birth. He’s insatiable, fucking me every day for months until it would become too dangerous for him to do so with a baby. Then, he saves his load for the next time to knock me up. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

More pitter-pattering. I nudge Jun awake. It’s time to get breakfast ready.