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Bad is face down on the bed with his ass in the air. Skeppy has one hand pinning Bad’s head down and the other three fingers deep in Bad’s ass. With every whimper and moan from Bad’s mouth, Skeppy presses his cheek harder and harder against the bed.
“S’geppy- S’geppy please, I’m open- I’m ready, please- goodness, please!” Bad whines, tightening his grip on the bed sheets.
“Are you sure?” Skeppy asks genuinely. “I’m… pretty big.”
“Yes, ‘m sure!” Bad huffs, assuming Skeppy is exaggerating. Skeppy is always exaggerating. “Please just- I need you!”
“Okay…” Skeppy rolls his eyes, pulling his fingers out of Bad. Bad whimpers at the emptiness, but he knows it won’t last long. Skeppy flips Bad onto his back and it’s the first time Bad sees the bulge in Skeppy’s boxers.
It’s big already, and Bad hasn’t even seen the actual thing yet. Hell, Skeppy’s probably not even fully erect yet. The thought makes Bad shiver.
Skeppy grabs the lube from beside him and pulls down his boxers, letting his cock spring free. Bad’s eyes widen as Skeppy squirts some of the lube into his hand and begins to jerk himself off.
He had not been exaggerating.
It has to be at least 10 inches, probably more— definitely more— and Bad’s honestly not sure if it’s going to fit. Maybe he should have let Skeppy stretch him out just a bit more, but it was too late to back out now.
“Told you so.” Skeppy chuckles, annoyingly smug. He must’ve noticed Bad’s staring.
“I- uh…” Bad swallows thickly, eyes locked on Skeppy’s dick, “just- g-get on with it. Please.”
“If you say so~” Skeppy grins, grabbing Bad by the legs and pulling him closer, making Bad yelp in surprise. Bad’s ass is flush with Skeppy’s thighs, and Skeppy wraps his hand around both of their cocks at once to compare sizes.
It’s no contest, Skeppy’s bigger by a long shot, and of course, Skeppy laughs at this.
“Aww, look at how small you are!” Skeppy taunts, jerking his hand up and making Bad squirm.
“A-Am not!” Bad bites back, and he’s not exactly wrong. His dick is perfectly average, thank you very much. It’s not his fault that Skeppy just so happens to be absolutely packing.
“Yes you are! It’s so cute!” Skeppy pinches Bad’s cheek condescendingly, “Smallboyhalo~!” Bad grumbles angrily at the teasing, but he knows that this is just payback for all of his bragging when he turned out to be the taller of the two.
“S’geppyyyy, pleeease!” Bad whines, wriggling under Skeppy’s touch.
“Alright, alright, geez…” Skeppy laughs. He lets go of Bad’s dick, leaving his hand wrapped around just his own. “Legs up, baby.”
Bad huffs, but obediently uses his arms to spread his legs and raise them up, giving Skeppy a perfect view of his ass. He just knows that he looks like such a whore right now, and he’s not sure if he loves or hates that.
Skeppy leans over him, pressing the tip of his cock to Bad’s hole. Bad gasps, already growing nervous over the sheer size of the thing. Bad takes a deep breath, squeezing his eyes shut, and with half-lidded eyes and a cocky grin, Skeppy begins to push inside.
A shiver shoots down Bad’s spine, and he groans as Skeppy continues to push himself deeper and deeper into him. He feels so full already, then he looks down and sees that Skeppy’s not even halfway in yet.
“F-Fuck, you’re so tight, Badboy…” Skeppy hisses, leaning forward and panting heavily as he grabs onto Bad’s hips for stability.
“I- I’m… I’m not… you’re… just… big…” Bad manages in between breaths, hands leaving his legs to grip the bed sheets tightly. He feels like he’s being split in two. How is Skeppy not all the way in yet? “Wh-Why didn’t you tell me that- that you’re so… so… mmgnh…” Bad groans, tossing his arm over his eyes, “biiig…?”
“I did and you didn’t believe me…” Skeppy chuckles breathlessly. He’s almost completely inside, almost there.
“I- I don’t- fudge, ‘Geppy, oh my goodness,” Tears are welling up in Bad’s eyes now, “you’re- hah- you’re gonna s-split me open, you m-muffinhead.” Bad laughs in disbelief at just how full he feels.
“I hope not…” Skeppy says with a low moan as he finally, finally bottoms out. His head is fuzzy, and when he manages to regain focus as he lets Bad adjust, his eyes shoot wide open. “Holy fucking shit.”
“H-Huh?” Bad removes his arm from over his eyes, following Skeppy’s line of sight down to his stomach and—
There’s a bulge.
There’s a very prominent bulge in his stomach, one that Bad can only imagine is due to Skeppy’s cock. He very nearly lets out a scream at the sight.
“I-Is that from you?!” Bad shouts, trembling. He can’t believe this is happening. Skeppy’s going to tear him open, isn’t he? Bad’s going to die, right here and now, and Skeppy’s going to have to tell Bad’s friends and family that his cause of death was Skeppy’s massive cock.
He has to admit that it would be kind of funny.
“I- I think so? Oh my god, I’ve never- I didn’t know it was that big!” Skeppy laughs incredulously. He reaches a cautious hand down to Bad’s belly and presses it against the bulge. He and Bad instantly gasp in unison at the strange sensation.
“Oh my- oh my goodness…” Bad can hardly bear to look at the bulge in his stomach, but he can’t bring himself to look away either.
“Fuck, th-that’s…” The grin on Skeppy’s face is a mix between anxious and aroused, “that’s kind of hot.” Skeppy’s hand begins to rub slow circles against Bad’s tummy. “Do you like that? Do you- Do you like being stuffed to the brim with my cock, baby boy?”
“I… I- I’m…” Bad tightens his grip on the bed sheets to the point where his knuckles go white, finding himself unable to get an answer out. He’s not even sure what his answer would be in the first place. Does he like this? Does he like the fact that he can feel Skeppy inside of his guts, stretching him to his limit? Does he like the way Skeppy presses up against the deepest parts of him and fills him up to the point where he fears that he might burst? Does he like the way the skin of his stomach has to stretch in order to fit all of Skeppy’s length inside of him?
The worst part is that the answer might be yes. Skeppy’s size is almost as worrying as it is arousing, and Bad thinks— fears— that he may actually like that.
Bad nods, slow and hesitant, his eyes locked on his own tummy. Skeppy’s smile widens.
“Uh, so when do I start moving?” Skeppy asks. “Can you tell me when? ‘Cause I- I don’t wanna hurt you.”
Bad nods again, more confident this time. He’s hardcore. He can take Skeppy, no problem. He can do this. He spends a minute mentally repeating these affirmations, allowing himself to adjust to the feeling of being so full.
“O-Okay… ‘m ready, ‘Geppy.” Bad states, trying his best to keep his voice even. He’s hardcore. He can do this.
“Alright, baby…” Skeppy replies, and with that, he begins to pull out. Bad’s unsure if the emptiness has him feeling disappointed or relieved, but he doesn’t have much time to analyze it before Skeppy thrusts back in.
And when he does, Bad fucking screams. Skeppy somehow manages to push himself in even deeper than before, making the bulge in Bad’s belly even more prominent. Bad’s entire body tenses up as the tears that had been welling up in his eyes begin to pour down his pretty face in droves. Skeppy repeats the action, making Bad cry out once again. Bad’s legs tremble like crazy as Skeppy slams back into him, shaking his entire body to its core.
“F-Fuck, Bad, you’re taking me… so well…” Skeppy praises, using his grip on Bad’s hips to pull him forward to meet each of his thrusts. He seemingly hasn’t even noticed just how much Bad’s already fallen apart. Bad can’t respond with anything more than a loud, whiny moan.
Skeppy continues to pound him stupid, but his pace isn’t even all that intense. It’s the size of the damn thing and the fact that Bad can feel every single thrust deep inside of his guts that’s making him lose it. If Bad didn’t know any better, he’d say that Skeppy’s dick is so big that it’s hitting his brain, because it’s near impossible for him to think clearly anymore. It’s like he can feel himself steadily losing brain cells with each thrust, and he has a feeling he won’t be able to function as much more than a fucktoy soon.
Weirdly enough, Bad finds himself liking that idea.
A shaky, stupid smile forms on Bad’s face at the thought. Drool begins to run down his chin as he loses himself to the pleasure, loses himself to the fantasy of being Skeppy’s own personal plaything. He places a quivering hand to his tummy, delighting in the way the bulge disappears and reappears in tune with Skeppy’s thrusts. The sensation makes him giggle like an idiot, like the stupid little slut he is.
“S’ge- eppyyy~!” Bad moans out with a dazed grin as his body is jerked back and forth by Skeppy’s thrusts, “Ha-Harderrr~!” He turns his head to one side, pressing his cheek into the mattress. The covers are stained with Bad’s tears and drool.
“Oh- god, f-fuck, you feel so good, Badboy- you- you’re so warm and- and tight~” Skeppy says in between whimpery moans, squeezing his eyes shut and fucking into Bad like an animal. He’s clearly losing his composure, too.
Bad’s response comes in the form of more stupid, blissed-out laughter and more moaning of Skeppy’s name. He’s completely gone at this point, unable to think of anything but Skeppy and his dick.
“I’m- ‘m so close-” Skeppy whines, his thrusts only getting sloppier and sloppier, “please, let me- let me cum inside you, p-please, I wanna- I wanna cum inside you, Bad, wanna f-fill you up-” He pleads, his grip on Bad’s hips so firm that it’ll likely leave bruises.
“Ple-ease-! F-Fill me up- hah- e-even mo-ore~!” Bad begs like a whore, giving Skeppy the go-ahead to cum inside.
“Yes- Yes, god, Bad- love you, love you so much-” Skeppy cries, leaning further forward as his orgasm draws ever closer.
Bad’s the first to snap. Skeppy hits a spot inside of him that has him crying out and cumming all over his own stomach in seconds. Skeppy doesn’t slow down, desperate for his own release, and the overstimulation turns Bad’s already fucked-out brain into mush.
Eventually, though, Skeppy climaxes too, pumping Bad full of his warm cum with a loud moan. At this point, Bad’s tummy is so full that he could pass as 4 months pregnant.
As the two of them come down from their highs, Skeppy looks down at Bad and finally realizes what a mess the other has been reduced to. Bad’s eyes are unfocused and his face is stained with tears and spit. His entire body twitches and trembles, and his belly is just bulging with cum and cock. Bad still has a blissed-out smile on his face, making him look all the more out of it.
“B-Bad? You good?” Skeppy asks, fearing that he may have broken his boyfriend.
“S’geppyyyyy…” Bad giggles in lieu of a real response, looking back up at Skeppy with hazy eyes. Skeppy sighs.
“... Let’s get you cleaned up.”