Matt grins wildly at your answer. "Well George, that's quite brave of you after seeing what my ass is capable of."
You smile at this as your father jogs upstairs to his room and puts you on his bed. He slowly peels off his painted on boxers and you watch his compressed cheeks pop out from the boxer strain, they were enormous now. Matt walks over to his dresser, his cheeks jiggling with each footfall as he pulls out an old jockstrap. You watch as he struggles to get his butt through the waist band before yanking it up and making the straps stretch across his large ass. Matt sighs contently as he turns around, a bulge bobbing as he grabs you from the bed and brings you to his face.
"You are about to enter a chemical warfare zone, are you ready for my ass to be your new home?" Matt says in a daunting voice.
You sigh and say. "Not home, just occasional residence please."
Matt grunts as he lowers you to his crotch and then drags you around his side to his globular cheeks. They cast you in a shadow as two fingers begin to wedge you into their fatty crevice. Soft flesh caresses your nude form as you are put deeply into Matt's crack. The fingers release you into a suspension of flesh smothering your tiny form. Matt begins to walk, grinding you between two soft surfaces as he sits in his chair to watch tv while still in just a jock. The action of sitting down...
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