Surrogate Ch. 1 (Patreon)

Chapter One:

Jean stared wide-eyed at Michael standing naked before her and experienced mixed feelings of fright and arousal as she eyed his big, hulking, blubbery frame. Michael stared back as he towered over her. He was an intimidating figure with his big shoulders and his crooked grin as he eyed her equally naked body. Jean was normally anything but dainty, being a fully grown woman with wide hips and thick thighs, but before Michael she appeared downright dainty by comparison.

Off to the side, Jean’s husband, Brad watched with a frown on his face. He did not know what he had expected when he had asked Michael to come over and help them get pregnant, but he did know it had not been this. By looks alone, Brad had expected Michael to be larger than average, but he had no way of knowing exactly how much larger Michael would be. The rumors had not done the big man justice and looking at the two of them together by the bed, Brad felt a deep, cold sickening worry settling in the depths of his gut.

For Brad, the most frightening part was the expression on Jean’s face. At first, Michael’s arrogance had clearly caught her off guard and turned her stomach. As he got naked, her disgust had only grown more pronounced when she saw his flabby chest and quivering belly. When his dick came into view, though, Jean’s expression had changed to something less familiar to Brad. He had trouble placing it as he watched her, but he did know that he didn’t like it.

Honestly, Jean didn’t know how she felt, either. Michael’s dick was already large and yet still appeared limp. If he got hard, then she knew he would be bigger, but she could hardly imagine what exactly that would look like with him being so big already. To her own surprise and shame, she did want to find out, though.

Reaching out, Jean ran her fingers curiously across his cockhead and then found him smiling. She remembered her husband, so much smaller than Michael in every way, and looked at him standing cross-armed against the door as if he was just about to run away. She whispered to him, “Brad, darling, we don’t have to do this. We can do this the normal way. The conventional way. We don’t need his…” She paused and stared at his dick again, and her heart hammered so hard in her chest that she could barely hear herself speak. “…Help,” she finished.

Brad looked at Michael standing arrogantly with his hands on his hips. He was far too confident for a man as big and fat as he was, but Brad could understand why. Even as she offered it, Brad wasn’t sure that his wife could follow through stopping now. Neither Michael or Jean seemed interested in stopping, and though Michael was fat, he was much bigger than Brad and could likely overpower the couple. “No,” he said. “We’ve tried for months now. Now…” He rubbed his eyes to keep the tears from forming and sighed. “We need him.”

“Don’t worry, little miss,” Brad drawled, and he knotted her hair in one of his big hands and held her in place. Both Brad and Jean were shocked by his sudden advance but were also kept silent as he slid his cock forward along her cheek. He held her in place with her nose buried into his pubic hair as he let the warmth of his manhood seep into her skin. She did not struggle and instead breathed deeply of his musky scent while she was there.

Against her cheek, Michael stroked himself hard as he said, “I’ll get you done right. I promise.” He swelled rapidly against her was soon at his full enormous length. From this angle, it was hard for Jean to see him in his entirety, but what she saw was mesmerizing and almost impossible in scale. “Just shy of fourteen long,” Michael told her proudly, and he stepped away to show off for her.

Even with him gone, Jean could still feel his warmth of his cock against her cheek. She was astonished both by his size and by the way his big body made him look almost proportional. Michael was tall and slovenly, but his dick was monstrous, too. Comparing him to Brad was a sad, sad joke. Where Brad was good and kind and normal, Michael was a horse-like monster made for impregnation. Brad had failed in his duty as a man, but Jean felt certain that Michael would not.

Michael grinned at her open awe and then moved closer again. He swung his hips and brought his dick around to slap her across the cheek where he had previously touched her. There, it made contact with a loud smack and sent warmth spreading through her skin. It had been deafening for Jean, who stared up at him in shame and stunned silence afterward as an orgasm tore through her. Her loins went wet as Michael went back to stroking himself.

He laughed. “Did you just come, sweet thing?”

Ashamed and shaking, Jean refused to look him in the eyes at first. When she finally did, all she could do was nod.

Michael laughed and struck her again with his cock. This time, he saw a shiver pass through her before he asked, “And again?”

Jean shook her head this time and watched him. “No,” she whispered. “But I’m close.” Her confession was made with a shaking voice, and when he smacked her a third time a look of relief washed over her as she held her legs tightly and bit back a moan. “Oh! There we go…!”

“Oh, we’re going have fun,” Michael laughed, and he spared Brad a single glance. Brad was standing and watching from the doorway as Michael cock smacked his wife to a third orgasm before lifting his cock and sliding it along her forehead. He held his balls to her face and let her breathe him again in as he continued to stroke himself. Looking down at her, he could just spy one of her big green eyes as he asked, “You ready for it, sweet thing?”

Jean took a deep breath and breathed him in. Then, she held her breath as she stared at him. Exhaling, she said, “If we have to do this…” Then, she laid back with her legs parted and her pussy open. Her pink insides wept with want and her pubic hair was drenched. She stared at his big cock and tried to hide the smile on her face, but her desire was clear and impossible to mask. “Let’s get this over with.”

Michael laughed as he lined up. He smacked his dick down across her pussy and struck her clit, too. A fresh wave of pleasure washed over Jean, who wriggled and mewled beneath him as his big belly hung over her. “You’re talking big,” he said, and he spoke over her mewls. “But you’re about to get stuffed.”

Jean watched him struggle to find her pussy. He teased the opening for what felt like ages as his big belly hang in the way. Her arms grew tired holding her legs apart, but then she opened for him, and her eyes went wide as she stared into Michael’s cruel, uncaring face. “Shame he don’t make you shave your pussy. Looks fucking disgusting down there.”

She wanted to reprimand him or insult him back, but when she spoke the venom was gone as he eased his crown into her. “Well…!! Ah! You aren’t so great to look at yourself!” She flexed around him, almost as if she were trying to draw him deeper, and Michael laughed. “Now, shut up and fuck me already!”

Michael allowed her no time to breathe after that. He fell into her with his full weight and buried himself into the deepest parts of her with one stroke. Jean laid wide-eyed beneath him as all the air was forced out of her by his big cock. He held her legs apart as his weight bared down on her. He crushed her, and though she should have hated it, all she felt was rapture as she wrapped her hands around his midsection and raked her fingers along his loose flesh.

When she first saw Michael, Jean had expected it to hurt, but instead she hated how good everything felt instead. Everything aroused her. Even the feel of his fat, hairy stomach slapping against her as he buried her into the bed brought her nothing but pleasure. She felt so powerless and small beneath him, and that turned her on even more. Unable to do anything but be fucked, her mind went into survival mode and fed her pleasure to keep her going.

Jean was aware that it was wrong, even that it was unethical, but she was powerless to stop it either way. Michael’s big body was crushing her, so rather than feel fear, Jean chose to give over to the pleasure he brought. Each thrust sent his gargantuan dick plowing into her depths, and where pain should be was pleasure in its stead.

Michael watched her with a smug, crooked grin and dark, thoughtless eyes. They weren’t making love as she would with Brad. No, they were fucking and breeding like animals. That was why Michael would succeed where Brad had failed so many times before. Jean was certain of it. Michael would impregnate her. With a dick like his, she knew that he could not fail.

That thought turned Jean on the most as he hammered her. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she panted until Michael forced two fingers into her mouth to quiet her. Staring him in his dark eyes, Jean sucked them while their bodies collided with wet, sweaty slaps.

“Not complaining anymore, are you?”

Jean whined around the fingers until Michael removed them. He cupped her head and collapsed into her with a kiss, and she drank his saliva as his burly body fell into her with his strokes. “You’re so deep,” she whined as he allowed her breath. She gasped and panted and drooled in her thoughtless pleasure, and she flexed around him with urgency so that she could milk him into her. Her body knew and was desperate to receive him.

Michael laughed and spared Brad a glance. “Deeper than hubby can go,” he asked with a knowing smirk, and he forced his thumb into her mouth as he held her by the face.

“Mmhmm,” Jean purred, and she sucked his fingers and nodded with her legs tight around his hips. Her toes were curled as she felt him thickening inside of her. Michael looked at her, and she gushed around him. “Oh!”

“And I’m going to knock you up, ain’t I?”

Jean, thoughtless after being fucked by him, could hardly breath with his dick so deep inside of her. She clung to Michael’s thick shoulders and clawed at his fat torso, and below, she hugged him tighter than she had ever hugged a man before. Her body knew what to do and instructed her head and her heart to follow. “Yes,” she gasped. “Do it,” she begged. “Fuck me, Michael! Seed me!”

Michael grunted above her, and his body quaked as his thrusts grew uneven. Still holding her by the face, he drooled on her with his thumb fixed in her mouth. He snorted and grunted like a wild animal as he stuck her, and then he drove himself into the deepest parts of her and held himself there as he unloaded with a primal, animal howl. “Nutting!!!”

“Oh God, Michael! Yes!! Yes!!!”

Their shared climax horrified Brad, who stood nearby and watched as Michael held himself buried inside of Jean. They stayed like that. Jean’s lips were wrapped tight around Michael’s thumb, and her eyes were glassy beads fixed on the ceiling. Michael wheezed above her as his corpulent form covered her. Once he regained his breath, he removed his finger from her mouth as she whined and mewled, and then he peeled his flabby belly from her sweaty, sticky skin before withdrawing from her completely.

“I’m so full,” Jean whispered, and Michael bent down to kiss her. She kissed him back. Their tongues met in her mouth as he barreled into her, but she didn’t fight him. She held him gently by his pudgy cheeks and stared up into his dark eyes afterward. Her haughtiness was gone. She had changed, but Michael hadn’t. He was still wearing the same smug smile.

He dropped her onto the bed and then laughed as his semen gushed out of her. Dick wagging and gleaming with their combined juices, he looked at Brad with a brash grin and pointed at Jean’s stretched, oozing pussy. “That’s what a big dick does,” he said, and Jean chuckled, too. “I’m going to have to come back and fuck her again to make sure it sticks.”

Brad was pale and shaking as he looked at his wife, but he found her watching Michael, not him. “Okay,” he whispered. His voice was bare and quiet in the aftermath of the storm. At this point, he hardly had words. In fact, it took everything in him to keep from vomiting.

Michael laughed again and bent over to grab his pants. He stepped into them and then met Jean’s gaze with a wink. “I’ll see you tonight, then,” he said, and Jean stared at his crotch as he did his pants up. She could see the clear outline of his dick before he left, and she wondered how she had missed it before.

Once Michael was gone, Jean remembered her husband and a frown finally replaced the look of surreal satisfaction that had hovered around her face like a dream. She climbed from bed and dressed, and it felt to her like her pussy was full to bursting and leaking all at the same time. Brad watched her, and she hated that far more than the sex. She stepped into her panties and found them wet before she even got them to her crotch. It was gross, but it also turned her on.

“Jean, I’m so sorry.”

Jean thought about how he looked watching them. She checked his crotch and nearly burst out laughing when she found him hard, but she understood. Michael was repulsive, but he was also impressive. “I know,” she said, and she stopped beside him at the door and spoke to him without looking at him. “But what’s done is done,” she said. “We may as well see this through to the end.”

“We don’t have to…”

“We don’t,” she said, and she finally looked him in the eyes. He felt like a child beside her, not because he was shorter than her, but because he was so much smaller than Michael in every way. “But if we stop now, then what was this all for? Besides, we know that he can get the job done, right?”

Brad stared at her for a few seconds and struggled to formulate words. When he couldn’t, he only sighed and leaned back against the wall as she left the room. Finally, he thought about supper. After all, they still had a long day ahead of them, he realized, especially if Michael was returning in the evening to fuck Jean again.