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Ivan’s Fatass Father

-a grrside story-

Ivan’s father was huge, and not in the good way. His obesity was a calamity of such gigantic proportions that when people saw him across the street they looked at the fat ball of lard as the same way they stared at a brutal traffic accident. The clothing stores never had clothes of his size, even the largest size available could barely cover his huge belly. And what a belly that was! It was a large mass of hairy, gelatinous fat that seemed to have a life of its own. The poor fat man seemed to have no neck, his round, unshaven and prematurely balding head sat on top of a mountain of sweaty flesh. If he were to enter a farm the farmhands would cry out “That ol’ pig sure is ripe for the slaughterhouse!”

Yes, Ivan’s father was a colossus. A giant that smelled like a troll. A titan entirely made of fat. A heavyweight of all-you-can-eat buffets. An abominable error of creation.

That’s why Ivan was embarrassed to be taken to the beach by him along with his best friend Antonio. The fatso was an eternally unemployed lazy bastard, yes, but unlike his busy mother the obese monster had enough free time to drive the car.

Oh, the car! So fresh and comfy inside…! The fat ball of lard wished he could drive through the middle of the beach. They had been looking for a good spot in the sand for five minutes and the fucking obese was about to melt like ice cream.

“Puff… Puff… This place looks good… Puff…” The father announced and with an audible sigh let the bags he was carrying collapse on the warm sand.

What he did next caused young Ivan to blush. The fat man searched inside the bag for the beach umbrella and then he spent a long time trying to keep the umbrella standing still. Not only was the whole scene a poetic metaphor for the father’s sex life, but the hairy crack down his back was exposed to the two young men throughout the tedious process.

“Well, my job is done here.” the fat man said when the umbrella and chairs were already in place. Without any hesitation, he placed his colossal buttocks on the chair that sank slowly and squeaking audibly as if clamoring for mercy.

“You’re a very kind sir for bringing us to the beach Mr. Juan Carlos. I hope it wasn’t too much hassle for you sir.“ Antonio said. The fat man was somewhat perplexed by the excessive manners of his son’s friend. He’d always thought that Ivan only got together with the weirdest kids but this educated young man seemed different.

Ivan thought that the worst of his father’s ridiculous performance was already over but he was so wrong. His obese father, once seated and in the shade of the beach umbrella, took off his poorly-fitting shirt. The young man was terrified to see his father showing off his hairy man boobs to his best friend.

"Yeah, much better… I could not stand that tight thing anymore!” Exclaimed the relieved father without suspecting anything about the shame his son was currently enduring. His two hairy nipples stared pointy-eyed at the two young men and the fat man said “You two go and have fun. I’ll stay here and take a short nap…”

“Mr. Juan Carlos, are you not going to have some fun too? I’m sure you sir could take a pleasant walk on the beach, jog by the sea breeze or even swim for a bit in the water. Those are some healthy activities a fine sir such as you.”

The fat man gave a small grimace of disgust at such suggestions. "Oh, don’t worry about ol’ me. I have lots of sandwiches and sodas so I won’t get bored for a long time!”

Ivan felt compelled to intervene. "Leave him, Antonio. He doesn’t enjoy that kind of stuff.” Antonio looked at Ivan perplexed. He didn’t understand why his friend was acting so weird since they arrived.

After the two young men changed into their swim trunks and swam in the refreshing sea for a long while, Antonio finally asked Ivan about what was worrying him so much.

"Oh, it’s nothing, it’s just… That I’d like my father to have a more active lifestyle. I’m ashamed that he’s such lazy fatso.”

Antonio was thoughtful. He was a very nice boy and was always willing to help people, but it would be difficult to help Ivan’s father if the fat man himself did not want any help.

A while later, Ivan made a couple of lines on the wet sand with a stick. “This is a good place to play beach volleyball. My father must have put the ball inside the bag, let’s go ask him. I think it’s deflated, but luckily I have lungs of steel.”

The two friends went to meet Ivan’s father, who had not moved from his spot all day. The hairy man was snoring, his big belly expanding and deflating at the rhythm of the snoring. Ivan rummaged through the bag, but only found a pile of empty snack wrappers. Angrily, he poked his father’s hairy belly with his finger.

“Dad, dad! Where is the beach ball? I told you back at home to put it inside the bag!”

“Zzzzz…Uh? Oh! I completely forgot about it. Zzzzzz…” the father said half-awake. “… Search for something else to play with, the beach is so freaking big and full of things to do…” And immediately afterwards the talking mountain of a father once again fell into a deep sleep.

Ivan kicked the sand in frustration. “Argh! Why am I not surprised?“

Antonio watched both father and son with concern. Ivan was furious about his useless father, and the only thing his father was doing about it was to sleep it off. If only Antonio could do something to fix everything between those two…

And suddenly Antonio snapped his fingers. A good idea had occurred to the well-intentioned young man.

Antonio addressed Ivan. "What if I told you that we have the perfect beach ball right in front of us?”

“Uh? What do you mean?”

Antonio pointed at the father’s fat belly. Ivan still didn’t get it. Yes, it was true that his father’s belly was huge and it seemed to float in the air. And obviously it already was very well inflated and everything. But he did not understand how that would solve their problems. There was no way to play beach volleyball with his perfectly round father unless they were to use…

“Magic? Are you for real?” Ivan’s eyes widened.

“Mr. Juan Carlos… Mr. Juan Carlos…! Sir…!” Antonio woke the fat man up by gently caressing his gelatinous belly.

“Umm… Now what?” The fat man answered without even bothering to open his eyes.

“Do you sir mind if I practice my magic here on the beach with you?”

The fat man smiled with the satisfaction of being right. He just knew that Ivan only got together with the strangest of people and it turns out that Antonio is one of those magic practitioners that had become so popular lately. “Yeah right. Do whatever you want… Hah! Young people these days… ” And once again Ivan’s fatass father fell asleep.

“Wow, I thought he would say no. My father is more open-minded than I thought.” Ivan erroneously thought out loud.

Antonio looked at his friend with a big smile. He had barely done anything yet and Ivan’s perception of his father was already beginning to change.

The two young men sat on either side of the fat whale. “Umm, what do you need?” Ivan asked.

“Oh, in normal conditions I would normally require many more things for a transmutation of this kind, even with my natural talent. But your father is so… ” Antonio paused. He was going to say “fat” but it did not sound too polite. “… thick-boned, that surely his shape will shift easily enough to that of a beach ball.”

Ivan looked thoughtfully at the immense body of his father. The body of a human being. A comically stocky body, but still that of a human being. A complex form replete with bodily tissues, organs, muscles and a bone structure. And then he imagined a beach ball. A simple piece of inflated rubber. Was his father really going to turn into *that*…?

The young practitioner closed his eyes and concentrated. He drew inside his mind a large sphere, well inflated, with absolutely nothing inside. A silly and simple shape whose only function was to stay full of as much air as possible…

…Not that there was much difference between that and the obese father.

Antonio raised his fingertips. He concentrated on diluting the shape he had imagined just now until it came out from the tip of each of his fingers. The test subject’s son was fascinated to see how sparks seemed to come from his best friend’s fingers. He never got tired of seeing Antonio practicing magic. The human guinea pig kept on snoring with total placidity, submerged in the most complete ignorance of what was about to happen to him.

Slowly and with great care Antonio put his fingers on the fat man’s huge belly and began to caress the hairs around his navel. Anyone who saw the youngster at that moment would think he was applying sunscreen or massaging the giant man.

“(Wow, Mr. Juan Carlos’ bellybutton is immense, if one of my fingers slipped inside that hungry black hole it would be difficult to retrieve it…)” Antonio thought, but he continued his circular movements without a single mistake.

“Oh, I see the first changes starting to appear!” Ivan exclaimed, pointing to his father’s navel. In fact, the big hole was getting smaller, closing slowly, until it disappeared completely. It was impressive how the skin in the navel area remained smooth, leaving a small circle of hairless flesh in the immense fatty foliage. “Awesome!“

Of course Antonio had just begun. A beach ball did not need any hair and so his little massage continued going further causing the body hair on the belly of the fat man to disappear.

Technically it was not disappearing, it simply merged with the flesh. It was a small difference to the naked eye but this would make the hairy essence of Ivan’s father not lost when ultimately returning it to its original state later on. Making permanent changes without express permission would be very discourteous and disrespectful to this sir… And besides, Antonio did not want their chair to get filled with a mountain of fallen hair. Of course during all this the fat man was not aware of anything, he simply gave a little moan of pleasure from time to time because of the tickling sensations he felt.

When Antonio finished "shaving” the belly of Ivan’s father, now came the most complicated parts. A well-rounded ball can not afford to have unnecessary bulges, starting with those voluptuos manboobs.

The young man continued to apply his magic, the tits were gigantic and hairy with violently pointed nipples. And all of that must disappear.

“Ooh, a little bit more to the right…” the father said between loud snores, dreaming that he was in a massage parlor.

Massaging and squeezing a nicely round tit until leaving a completely flat area was harder than Antonio initially thought, but when he ended with the left breast he moved on to the right one.

“Oh, yes, over there…Like that…” the father moaned as his body was being slowly reformed.

“Can I help with something?” Ivan asked.

“Oh, yes, thanks. Just help me raise his arms while I mold them.”

Antonio lifted one of his father’s hairy arms until it was raised at a 90-degree angle above the ground. It was easy but this left the abundant hair of his armpits in plain view.

“Ok, perfect, keep it in that position…” Antonio squeezed the fat man’s hand, but not to greet the sir but to push the appendage hard making it slowly melt until the mass of hairy flesh got compacted against the now perfectly smooth torso. In a sense it was like kneading a bun until you got the desired shape.

“Alright, now the other one…”

The young men repeated the process with the other arm, and then Antonio performed a similar process with his legs, squeezing them until the completely dry swim trunks of the fat man had no legs to cover any longer.

Ivan approached his father’s head. It wasn’t exactly a fine example of beauty and it wasn’t much of a pity to lose the ugly thing momentarily but he feared that his father would wake up during this part of the process.

“Now we have to do his head, right?… Antonio?”

Antonio was finishing up rounding the bottom. Without legs it was easy enough, it was just a matter of pressing a finger on the groin until the tiny unnecessary lump that was clogging the inside of the swimsuit disappeared. “Oh, did you say something?”

“What are we missing?”

“I’ve already molded the genitals. What’s left for us is to eliminate his head, round out his back and his backside… Oh, I do not think he has problems with that last one, his butt is very round already. And then remove the last hairs that are left, convert his internal organs into air and give it some texture. A simple one I think will suffice… Judging by his lack of any skin tan at all… How about a pattern of pink and white stripes?”

The fat father could not understand much of what they were talking about, but the little bit he did understand made him terrified… What a strange dream…

“Sounds good.” Ivan answered with a thumbs up. “The whole process is going smoothly and well-rounded, hehe.”

“Ok, then help me put pressure on his head. It must be easy to merge it, he hardly has a neck. When we’re finished with this all of his body will be just a round ball.”

Ivan’s father woke up. He raised his eyelids and was about to ask the kids what the hell they were up to but just as he was opening his mouth he felt a hard *SMACK*…! And another! And another…!

“Yes, that’s the way to do it. Keep applying pressure and kneading.” Antonio said. Ivan was hitting his fatass father on the head with all his energy. The son was proud to be able to help with the transformation and… Why even deny it? He was also having a great time. Hitting the back of his father’s head was like hitting a very soft and squishy punching bag.

But this particular punching bag was alive. The father was very confused right now. The last thing he saw was his son’s fist clenching his father’s head as if he wanted to sink it deep into his own body and then… Darkness.

“Boys? What are you doing? This is not funny!” The father wanted to say. But strangely he did not feel his lips. In fact, he did not feel his head, his arms, or his legs. All he felt was his belly. And his old gut right now was bigger than ever. The father felt like a silent and blind big meatball. He could hear the voices of his children, but they sounded obfuscated by his own body fat.

“Mmm … Now that I think about it,” He heard his son say. “Right now he’s a meatball, but won’t he get a little mad at us if he ever finds out what we’ve done with him?”

“There’s no need to worry,” he heard the boy’s friend say. “When applying the spell I made sure that when transforming Mr. Juan Carlos into his new inanimate state his conscience is always kept in the same state in which he was. In other words, if he were asleep during the transformation he will continue to dream peacefully as long as he is a ball. So don’t worry, we can play with him without fear of him ever waking up or feeling anything we do to him at all.”

What the hell were these two talking about? “Hey, guys, I dunno what the hell you’re talking about, but I’m fully awake and this is making me mad…”

“Oh, that sounds great!” Ivan answered. “So no matter how much we hit him he won’t remember anything, hehehe…” And as if taking advantage of this fact he squeezed the giant flesh-colored ball.

“ARGH! Hey, be more careful, that hurts!” Thought the ball as his son groped the area where his left tit used to be.

Antonio laughed at Ivan’s eagerness. “Hahaha, don’t start playing with Mr. Juan Carlos yet, I still have to seal his ass up.”

“… What?” The ball shrank itself imperceptibly with utmost terror.

Antonio turned the ball over and began to rub its giant buttocks. “Ugh… They sure are hairy. I can’t wait for these ugly things to disappear. ”

The ball would have blushed if it could when he felt his twins being caressed. “…Are …Are you really touching my buns…?!”

“Once this is gone it will be a perfect ball. I really want to play beach volleyball with it. ”

“ … GUYS! Stop touching me down there!” The ball wanted to turn around and tell the two kids to stop touching him in such an intimate place. He wanted to demand to know how or why he was to be turned into a big ball. He wanted them to know that he was fully awake and aware of the shameful touching, and that he did not approve of their behavior. He wanted to yell that he was a human with dignity and rights. But he could not. He did not own a mouth to communicate his opinions any more. He didn’t even had any limbs to protest with no longer. His eyes were submerged against what were formerly his fatty and hairy man tits. He felt like a big ball filled with squashed skin and crushed organs. The only thing he could still fell on his possession was his exposed ass. A big, hairy butt that was being raped by the hands of two kids who weren’t even touching it for their enjoyment: they were touching it to make it disappear. An instant later and he would lose his last visible vestiges of humanity: his ugly buttocks and buried between between them a deep and stinky…

…Wait, hold on…

Yes! He still had something on him that allowed him to communicate!

“…Poot!”

“… Uh?” Ivan swore that he had heard a sound coming out from his father’s anus.

“… Poot! POOT! Poot! POOT! Poot! … ”

“ Ahhh! It’s farting! It smells terrible! ”

“Ugh, it must be an involuntary reaction to the massage. We’d better hurry and seal it up before the smell infects the entire beach.” Antonio cautioned.

“Sure…” Replied Ivan holding his nose.

At that moment, an old retired sailor who was for a relaxing walk at the beach seemed to hear something he had not heard in many years. It did not sound very clear, in fact it sounded muffled and… gassy? But it was clearly a distress signal in Morse code. The old man looked around but there were only two kids playing with a gigantic flesh-colored ball nearby. The distress signal faded shortly thereafter, and after chalking it up to an auditory hallucination because of his age the old man continued his walk.

“Yuck, thank goodness! I would not have survived if I had smelt just one more of those deadly farts.” Ivan declared.

When his anus disappeared the hopes of the fleshy beach ball vanished in the same way. “Nooo! I do not want to be a ball!” Cried the ball to itself in silence.

Antonio stood on his feet and picked the heavy ball up. He closed his eyes again and concentrated on a pink and white pattern. The ball got further away from any resemblance of humanity when its flesh color was replaced by stripes of that same pattern.

“Oh, we’re finished already?” Ivan asked.

“Only one little thing remains …” Antonio began to shake the ball with great force. Ivan’s father got quite dizzy, but when the young man had shook his insides the ball suddenly stopped feeling like a great mass of crushed organs and instead felt… lighter.

“I have transformed all its interior into air. Now we can finally play with him anyway we want, teeheehee.” As if to prove it, Antonio threw the beach ball into the air and it actually floated for a bit and fell slowly and gracefully until it ultimately fell into the sand and stood still like any other regular beach ball. Antonio and Ivan looked at each other and smiled.

"It’s not funny, you two! Give me my humanity back!” The ball was thinking down in the sand as it watched the two big human beings having such a good time.

Oh, woah!

The beach ball had just realized that his sense of sight had returned. His vision was slightly tinted with pink, as if he were looking through the filter of his colorful rubber body. His sense of hearing had also improved. His own fat no longer clogged the inside of his ears, although he heard everything as if the whole world was enclosed in a colossal balloon. The round object felt weird being inanimate, he wondered how its rubber surface was even able to smell the fresh sea breeze without a nose.

It was as if that final shake had adhered all of his senses into its thin plastic surface. He felt much lighter than before… Did this mean that now his whole body was a simple plastic tissue and everything else inside was just pure air? At the moment, the beach ball did not know if this predicament was an improvement over being buried in its own fat.

But that wasn’t important. What the beach ball really feared at this moment is that he still had no way to communicate with the two youngsters. Two youngsters who actively believed that the beach ball had as little emotion and feelings as any other. From Ivan and Antonio’s perspective the obese father was immersed in a deep sleep unable to feel anything of what was about to come to him. For them the useless fatso had disappeared and an inert and lifeless object had taken his place, ready for them to use at will.

The beach ball looked towards the beach umbrella. Under that umbrella lay a chair completely unoccupied except for a special sized swimsuit and a cap. That’s where the fat bastard should have been, doing nothing but snoring away. But nope, now the fat bastard was a fucking beach ball and the kids were going to force him to move a little for once in his uneventful couch potato life.

The ball stayed there, motionless. Nobody was aware of its pain. It wanted to return to the tranquility of that chair, to the protection of the sunlight from the beach umbrella, to have his swimsuit on again as a small reminiscence of his human dignity. But the naked inanimate object was at the mercy of whoever would pick him up from the warm sand.

Ivan picked his father up and gave him a couple of turns in the air. Then he turned to Antonio. “Come on, let’s play a match to the best of 10.”

The two boys went to the wet sand where Ivan had prepared the lines a while ago. The kid took a deep breath and placed himself in serving position.

“… Ivan…” The ball looked sadly at its son. His son did not even give the ball the consolation of looking at it while it was talking. He was pensively looking at the horizon plotting his game strategy. “Please, son. I’m your father… Can you not understand that I- ”

“Take that! "Ivan yelled slapping his father’s ass extremely hard on his serve.

"MY BUUUUUUUUUUUUUTT!!!” The ball screamed like a crying baby through the air. His field of vision kept going around and around. If he’d still have had a stomach its contents would have been completely scrambled.

“Incoming!” Antonio greeted the spherical father of Ivan by giving him a big punch in the face.

“WUUUUARGH!”

“Mine, mine!” Ivan played with the ball without any qualms. It was very hard to imagine that this pink ball used to be his father… So he did not even bother thinking about it.

After a few excruciatingly long minutes of being mercilessly hit back and forth the helpless ball could feel bruises all over his round body. Until…

“Watch out! It’s floating away!” One of the youths shouted.

The father felt incredibly lucky to have fallen far away from them, even with his face buried in the sand like this. The hurt and tired ball gave out a big sigh. It would not take much more than ten seconds for his son and his friend to pick him up and the pummeling would recommence once again but until then, those ten seconds of rest felt like glory to him. He wished he could ask someone for help. To anyone. But all the other beach goers saw him as yet another lost ball, instead of a upside down and completely naked human being

Being buried in the sand like this made him reminisce of that one time many years ago, when Ivan was a kid. Little Ivan was playing with his toy shovel and bucket and had buried his father’s body completely under the sand. “Look mom, dad is just a detached round head now!” The little boy had said at the time, promptly causing both parents to laugh at the absurd idea.

Of course that was just a very funny and innocent optical illusion. In the present, the father was effectively no more than a round ball but presently, unlike those old times, there wasn’t a buried obese human body hidden under the sand.

“What do you think, Ivan? Mr. Juan Carlos doesn’t seem as useless now, am I wrong?”

“Uh…?“ Young man Ivan was slow to answer the question. Oh, it’s true, that ball full of hot air is my father, I had forgotten already - that’s what he thought. "Well, I guess that fat guy turned out to be as useful as a giant inanimate ball. For better or for worse.”

Ivan pulled his father out from the sand. It had been quick and easy, unlike trying to make him stand up from the couch when he had been human.

The ball sighed deeply with reluctance. “There we go again… Let’s see when these two get tired…Young people are always full of energy… ”

But Ivan simply stared at his father’s ass. “…Humm?”

The ball kept on sighing loudly. “At least you can’t complain to your mother that I haven’t exercised at all this summer… Uh? What’s wrong?” Then the ball realized something. Not only was he sighing to himself, but he could feel that his round ball form was expelling actual air.

“Antonio… Why is my father deflating?”

“…Wait, I am doing WHAT?!” The ball got startled and began to release air more quickly.

The young magic practitioner put his ear next to the ball. A ball that would now be sweating bullets if it could. “I hear a faint sound…”

Oh no. Oh, no, NO! Had a hole been made…? What would happen to it if it lost all of its air…? Would it become useless as a ball? No, forget that. This ball was a human, not an object. Its usefulness and pride as a useful item wasn’t relevant to the matter at hand. But what if its air loss would render it impossible to recover its original form? The amount of energy in the universe must remain constant and all that crap, didn’t a famous scientist say something like that? Sigmund Freud, maybe?

“Ah, here’s the problem.” Antonio announced pointing to a very specific part of the ball. “We forgot to plug this thing.”

“…And what is that thing?” Ivan asked in ignorance.

“Holy Heavens! Ivan, do you really not know the basic anatomy of a beach ball?” Antonio cocked his head. “That’s its air valve.”

For some reason the ball got hot and bothered when Antonio made mention of his valve aloud.

“I don’t see anything…” Ivan said. “Ah! You mean that extremely tiny piece of clear plastic crushed between those two folds?”

“Exactly!”

The ball blushed. “Boys! No need to pour more salt into the wound! My air valve is above average. It’s the envy of all championship balls! They would kill to have a valve half the size of mine!”

"And how do we plug it? "Ivan asked unable to hear the pathetic excuses coming from the ball.

"Do you see this piece of leftover plastic hanging from the tip? That’s the plug.”

“You mean this?” Ivan grabbed the plug nonchalantly.

“…WOAAAAAAAAAH!” The ball’s pink rubber coating turned red with shame. Its own son was squeezing the piece of plastic that dangled down its sensitive valve and it felt really ticklish. It felt almost like… No, it definitely was its…

Despite his claims, Ivan’s father’s penis was no big deal. It was clearly much smaller than his pride would let him admit. Also, he wasn’t circumcised and the slightest touch under his foreskin made his glans tickle horribly.

Just like the tickling he was feeling right now.

“What do I do with this thing? I close it and that’s it?” Ivan asked holding his father’s foreskin. He was wiggling it without care like any piece of cheap plastic.

“… Fu-Fuck! Do whatever, but do it now! "The ball begged.

"It’s plain obvious that doing so would cause the air leakage to stop.” Antonio answered. “But since he’s already lost so much air, we’d better inflate it a bit before doing that.”

Aha! It made perfect sense! Inflate the ball a bit through its air valve. That way he would be grow big and round and they could play with him once again. Yes, the boys would use their lungs to inflate the ball until it was hard and stiff…

…

“… WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU SAYING?! But-but…”

“We can take turns so we don’t get as tired.” Antonio suggested.

“Good idea, you first. The valve is somewhat sunken between those fat rolls, you’ll have to tease it for a bit with your tongue before it pokes its head out.”

“Umm… Guys? ”

“Ok.” Antonio grabbed the ball strategically pointing its crotch area towards his mouth.

”…You remember that actually I’m human, right?…“

Antonio moved his lips closer…

”…It may sound funny, but I think the valve that you are about to suck is my penis…“

Antonio’s tongue stimulated the father’s groin and his penis awoke from its hiding place successfully.

”…It’s for real! It isn’t a joke! That little thing is my cock! Maybe it’s not as big as I claimed but it still is a dick! A grown man’s hairy cock! Do you really want to suck something nasty like that?! Please, stop! If someone were to find out that- WOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! “

Antonio’s fleshy, hot lips wrapped around the manliness of Ivan’s father. The father’s cock stiffened instantly and a tingling sensation enveloped the fat man’s body. It was a very erotic yet embarrassing feeling. Very stimulating yet disturbing. It was glorious, yet despairing. "It… It… It feels so good…” The father moaned with pleasure.

Of course from Antonio’s point of view the plastic valve was cold and dull. It was such a boring action that the tiny effort of blowing the little thing was becoming an herculean task to the young man.

But the pleasure trip Ivan’s father also was of herculean proportions. “Fu-fuck… What if I’ve been wrong about my sexuality all these years? I don’t want this kid to stop…Ever! God, fuck! I wish I could cum but this guy won’t let a single drop of my air loose! Fuck, Antonio, DO NOT STOP!”

Antonio grabbed the backside of the ball so that the object would not slip out of his hands.

To the father this felt like the man sucking his cock was grabbing his buttcheeks so he wouldn’t be able to escape from the blowjob. The dude was grabbing him so tightly… Dear Lord, the father loved to be dominated during sex. It made him so stiff…

“Your cheeks are getting red, Antonio.” Ivan said. “Hand it over, I’ll finish the deal.”

Antonio stopped blowing but he enclosed the ball’s valve with his fingers so that the air that he had worked so hard to put inside would not come out. After handing the ball over to Ivan he could finally recover his breath.

The father was in ecstasy. He felt that he was about to shoot the biggest cumshot of his life. But the fingers prevented him from cumming. His brain and his cock only had one thought in mind: the long awaited liberation of his man seed… Wait, why has Antonio stopped blowing? …Why was the face of his own son coming into view…? …No, wait, being sucked by a random guy was a real fucking good experience but… No, not his own son!

“No, Ivan! It’s me, your father! Don’t suck me! That’s so wrong! No! NOOOOOOOOO!”

Ivan was about to make the biggest mistake of his life and his father could not do anything to prevent it. The least he could do was to endure the whole thing. Fuck, Ivan was about to close his lips… He could already feel the breath of his son on his man parts and… Oh shit, he was about to cum…

…

…

…

And so, Ivan blowed the inanimate ball.

"That’s it. Nothing more, nothing less. I’m just a ball. It’s impossible that this boy is my son. I’m just a cheap beach ball. Hehehe! I can’t think. I’m just a ball. This youngster is just blowing up his ball to play an innocent game. I’m not feeling anything pleasant. I am a ball. Hahaha! YES! This is fucking normal. Nobody cares what this guy does with his inanimate ball. No, nothing is happening … Nothing …. Nothing … I’m a ball that … Loves to be sucked by Ivan’s expert lips… WHAT?! NO! I AM A BALL! I AM A BALL! THIS IS NOT…FUCK! HE’S STILL TAKING IT LIKE A SLUT …! DO NOT STOP…! AAAAAARRRRGH!”

The father’s mind raced through states of denial and pleasure, until Ivan let go of the valve for a split second just to say: “Ok, I think that’s enough…”

But that was all the time the ball needed.

"NOOOOO! I WANT TO CUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUM! ”

“WOAH! "Ivan yelled. "What the hell …?”

It happened too fast for neither of the two friends to react. The ball was trying so hard to shoot his insides out that as soon as the valve opened all of the air accumulated came out with so much force that it caused the ball to fly through the air.

“Good Heavens! It became a rocket!” Antonio yelled in both fear and amazement.

“YES! OH, GOD!” The father’s orgasm was astronomical. The two friends and the rest of the beach goers were laughing and pointing at the flying beach ball zigzagging through the skies propelled by the smelly gas that was coming out from its valve’s hole with ridiculous sounds that sounded like farts. “I DON’T WANT THIS TO EVER END! I FEEL FANTASTIC! I FEEL LIKE…!”

But like all orgasms, the ball’s flight was as ephemeral as it was intense. The ball ran out of gas mid-air and with a loud deflating sound the inanimate object shriveled and fell down.

“Oh, no!” Ivan exclaimed and both friends went running towards the ball’s landing spot.

“I’ve never seen a ball deflating with so much brute force. And to think it all came out from such a tiny air valve…” Antonio pointed out.

When both young men arrived to where Ivan’s father had collapsed they found themselves in front of a pitiful sight.

The ball was a flaccid, rubbery mess. It was completely deflated and it had shrunken until it had became unrecognizable as a ball. The air valve of the deflated rubbery thing looked like it was about to fall off.

“Ha…Hahaha…Cough! Cough!… It was all worth it!!!… Cough!” The deflated father laughed, completely intoxicated with the afterglow.

“Woah, my father has never looked this skinny!” Ivan said. “…Shall we turn him back?”

“I think it would be dangerous to return him to humanity like this… He’s changed too much from his original form…” Antonio answered.

“Mmmm… We should inflate him again, but inflating him from scratch like this would destroy our lungs… Oh! I know! Why don’t we use the tire inflator we have in the car?”

“Good thinking! Let’s go back to our spot to gather the car keys.”

Ivan collected the piece of dead skin that his father had turned into and wondered how it was possible that his useless father wasn’t capable of even playing a single game of beach volleyball with his son.

When both young men came back to the spot where they had left the sun umbrella and their bags, they realized that the sun was still high up and shining with glee. It was barely noon yet.

“What if we hold on about turning my father back for just a little while? It’s a wonderful day and after so much running and blowing I want to go for a another swim and get refreshed.” Ivan proposed.

Antonio agreed and after rolling up the piece of pink rubber into a wrinkly ball of flesh they stuffed it inside one of the bags and both men in the prime of their lives ran not only toward the wide sea but towards the bright and beautiful summer they had ahead of them.

Meanwhile…

“Oh! I like this place!” Thought the father inside the bag. He felt dizzy and intoxicated due to his lack of air. “It’s cold and there’s no need for sunglasses… And best of all, it smells like food in here!”

Ivan’s fatass father wasn’t wrong in the slightest. There he was. A wrinkled mess of inanimate rubber surrounded by lots of plastic bags full of sandwiches and leftover snacks. Maybe that was the most appropriate place for a ridiculous and utterly useless glutton of a beach ball like him.

“I wouldn’t mind staying here for a while, hehe. It’s the safest place in the whole beach after all!”

Just then a seagull perched on top of the bag. It was a very smart bird. It knew oh so well that human families were ingenious enough to let their bags full of delicious food unguarded while they were bathing in the sea. Confident in its hypothesis, the bird infiltrated its sharp and pointy beak inside the bag in search of a good meal.

In fact it was such a smart bird that it even knew that inside those tasteless human-made plastic wrappers you could find the tasty sandwiches that to the bird were treats worthy of the gods.

So, so smart the bird was that in fact it knew that it shouldn’t feel any remorse at all for destroying those inanimate wrappers with its beak. Nobody would ever miss those useless lifeless things so no sane person would ever need to feel bad for destroying something as worthless as that.

And the bird didn’t feel bad at all when it did.