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Rated: XGC · Interactive · LGBTQ+ · #1578382
When at your Brothers Birthday Bash, You are introduced to a new Circle of Friends
This choice: Disgusting Jack  •  Go Back...
Chapter #3

Disgusting Jack

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Jack plods over, grinning eagerly as he squares off with you. With a grunt, he tugs his shirt up and over his head, tossing the sweat-stained garment on the floor. His body is thick, fat and hairy. Clearly there's some level of muscle...somewhere under there.

Before you know what's going on, you feel a tug against your neck. Ross pulls at your shirt, practically tearing it as he pulls it off you, despite your protests. "Hey!"

Ross laughs, slurring as he gives you a shove toward Jack. "C'mon Shagger, man up."

You turn your attention to Jack, who smirks, pounding a foot against the floor like a sumo wrestler. You grimace as he slaps his hands to the sides of his round gut, kneading and rolling it in a taunt as you circle each other.

You manage to dart away the first couple times Jack tries to grab you, wanting to play it smart. If you can get him off balance and trip him...

Before you know what's happened, Jack has a hold on your shoulder. You jerk back, trying to quickly break his grip, but Jack manages to yank you around, spinning you and putting your back to him. You thud back into a soft, hot, fleshy wall, Jack's ample stomach pressing into your back as his beefy arms wrap around your ribs, under your own arms.

You clamp your hands down on Jack's wrists, trying to break his hold as the other guys hoot, cheer and laugh. Jack grins, squeezing you tight. "I got 'im, boys!" Before you can react, Jack begins pumping his arms up and down, making you bounce on your knees slightly. Your face flushes and twists as you feel Jack's blubber belly shaking and jiggling against your back as he rubs you up and down his form.

You can't keep track of time as Jack toys with you, continuing to squish and shake you against him. Until you feel a pressure against your back. Forcing your knees to bend. You thrash harder as you realize Jack is driving both of you down, using his weight to force you to the ground. If he gets on top of you, you're screwed. You buck and push and jerk, only to find your knees on the floor. Then your hands. Then your chest. You grunt in a loud "OOF" as Jack thuds on top of you, pulling your arms out, his hands on your wrists to hold you in place.

The cheers get louder as Jack slowly and carefully pushes you, rolling you over. You almost manage to wriggle free. Almost. Before the beer-bloated behemoth flops down on you again. His gut weighing heavily on your chest.

Jack still has that playful grin, but now his demeanor has become more aggressive. Dominant. He holds your wrists down, dragging his way up. Your eyes get huge as you realize what he's trying to do.

"J...Jack! JACK! Fuck no! Stop it, man! DEAN, get him off me!"

Your clear panic just makes the other guys laugh harder as Jack slides up toward your head. "Time to get this belly on that face, little bud!"

You jerk your head to the side, grimacing as thick layers of blubber dusted with hair press down against your cheek, sandwiching your head against the floor. Your facial features smoosh as you feel the mound of meat shake, Jack gloating and chuckling at your dismay.

"C'mon buddy, time to smother."

You feel Jack's hand dig against your head, forcing you to turn. You shove at him with your newly freed hand, to no avail. You can barely take a sharp breath before Jack's fat belly swallows your face.

At this point it's over. You know it. Jack knows it. Everybody knows it. You're not sure what keeps you fighting, but you do. Struggling under the bigger man, legs pounding the floor. You can hear the muffled taunts and cackles, until finally you can't take any more. You frantically tap against Jack's back, over and over. For a few seconds you panic, tapping faster as he doesn't respond. Until he finally lifts up.

Light slams into your eyes as you gasp, inhaling deeply. Your face is red, your skin and hair covered in sweat. Panting, you heave on the floor, trying to catch your breath.

Jack plunks down on the floor next to you, tousling your hair and patting your chest.

"Nice fight, bud. But now..."
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