Dustin was already having it rough with the onesie he had on being his only pajamas and having no girlfriend anymore. He walked into Ty's room, ready to tell him off,, and saw a scene unfit for his recently-turned 13 year-old eyes. 3 men, 1 looking like his foster brother as a meat head and the other 2 looking like a teen boy version of his Mom. One was being railed and the other was railing. He was at a loss for words, not coping with the pubescent changes from 16-to-13, but also his place in the world without a mom and dad.
Suddenly, he forgot all of the worries from earlier. Something existential and traumatic? Nah, that didn't sound like something he'd think. He looked down at the tank top and pajama pants he wore, trying to regain his stepping with the clothes he was familiar with last night. He regain focus back on to the threeway and was getting excited. He loved seeing his 2 Dads and their boyfriend fuck around, it made his 6 inches harder and than either of his hands could. His fat butt swayed as he went over and hugged their unofficial husband- his favorite out of the three.
"Hey Duster, did you sleep well?"
"Yeah Tyler, it was all about you~."
The 16 year-old's skinny arms went around the 35 year-old's waist with all the might in them. His naked, smooth torso was like lotion to the musky, hairy stomach of his dad. Dustin hiked his twink leg around Tyler's while the man of the household rubbed his hands all over the thick thigh and sleeping shorts. Dustin's juicy ass jiggled whenever the movement's became fast enough, which was true for the entire make out.
The identical... well, they weren't exactly "Dads" since they were 24 years old- 6 years older-but that was houserules. They had gotten off when Dustin started hugging Tyler and were now jerking each other's 8 inches while they watched the bare ass clap and the manly hand finger the cute hole. The two started their own make out sesh, which quickly ended with both of them climaxing onto each other's faces. They licked each other clean and grew back to their footlong sizes when Dustin ejaculated over the fisting the leader gave him. They slapped his cheeks and asked him,
"So, have you decided if you wanna be part of our arrangement? We really want a cutie like you in our relationship~"
"I also bet Tyler's also tired of messing our twin holes every day of the week. Plus, since you're 20 years old now, you can get a decent job and won't feel like you're mooching off us anymore- well, except in bed~"
Your bros are right. Since you have a Bachelor's Degree like them, all 3 of you can make a good amount of cash for the polyamorous household you'll be living in. It felt shitty to rely on them for so much, but now college is over, freedom awaits!
You give each of your boyfriends a good tonguing as you jumped into the warm embrace of your new patriarch/boyfriend. The happiness you got when you nestled your face into his hairy pecs made all the worries in the back of your mind wash away.
As the new member of the poly celebrated his decision to join with an adorable hug, Mark's stomach growled. He rubbed his tight 6 pack and went downstairs to eat. He yawned and scratched his chiseled bubble butt as he opened the door to the kitchen. All of the foods he could eat had to be made and prepared; today, he just wasn't feeling the energy to do any of that.
The pantry was filled with snacks that could quickly fill him up until someone had to make dinner. He put his hands on his voluptuous hips as he pondered what to eat. He grabbed an oatmeal cookie, threw the wrapper away, and make speedy work on it. Mark could feel the slight tummy in his near perfect abs reacting to the snack, he knew needed at least two more.
He stretched his cubby arms into the air. None of the muscles he had were visible thanks to the layer of fat around them. He groped his decent mantits as he scoured for that creamy goodness. He looked over at the shelf in front of him and moaned as his 8 incher throbbed as it hit the oreo package. He squated down, his but smacking against the floor, and took out the cookie holder. About 1/6 were left- after all, he had ate an entire 1/2 and the others shared what was left. He would probably get in trouble with the guys if he ate anymore, but temptation was stronger than reason, so he boosted his 3/6 to 4/6.
He threw the package away and noticed his belly. It curved out of him and sloshed like his heavy balls. He couldn't see the majority of his shaft anymore and felt the base touch the bottom of his bulge, but that just meant he didn't have to use any hands to masturbate. The only thing of his that rivaled his top curves was his bottom one. Duster's ass was clearly fatter, but that didn't stop Mark from getting his necessary plowings either. In fact-
"Dude, you've been in here for a while. You didn't eat the rest if the oreos, did you?"
John waited in the doorway for Mark to respond. He knew what the answer was, but wanted to hear it from Mark himself. All he did though was wipe the black crumbs from his chipmunk cheeks and shrugged with a smug smirk. He knew that Mark didn't really care about being "punished" considering that the punishment was a rough plowing from Tyler.
Still, he really wanted some fucking oreos, and Mark took that away from him. Since Tyler was making Duster suck his dick through his own bulging stomach, John might as well be the one to do some punishing.
Mark had already leaned off the counter and showed off his thick ass cheeks to John. He jacked himself until his 14 inched penis was throbbing for that man pussy. He tapped his anus with his dick head, before forcing it inside. In just a second, the knee-low balls clapped against the thighs, signaling he was balls deep.
Mark's chode blew off there and then, making a mess on the floor. John though, was just getting started. He thrusted his insides like a caged wolverine. His dick was pulsated against the anal cavity and leaked enough pre to where a normal person would have thought he came. The dom's bowling balls slapped the sub's chicken drummies and softballs. He pulled Mark up and started groping his moobs. God, he'll probably need to wear a bikini if he ever wants to go out. He looked at Mark's face and saw the pure euphoria he was experiencing. His tongue was out, his eyes were rolling back, his tears and sweat mixed, and his moans were loud and deep.
John kissed Mark's mouth shut and felt the moans enter him. He spread his tits apart and squeezed them hard. He abruptly stopped thrashing and blew his load all over Mark's insides.
Mark bloated in size and came for the 5th time in the hour. When John finally pulled out, the cum and pre spilled out onto the floor. His inflation turned into a deflation just as fast as before. He held onto the counter and catches his breath, feeling sleepy but not wanting to wallow in his ass juices. John picked him up with his model muscles, gave him a French kiss, and said, "You are the hottest bitch in here."
Tyler saw the two go at it and made some changes, and was ultimately pleased. Dustin, asshole older brother turned horny twink, laid on him as he laid on their bed. Mark, abusive father turned submissive fat foodie, was carried in and dropped onto the bed. John, uncaring mother turned aggressive muscular lover, fell onto the bed and in front of Tyler, miserable pre-teen turned sex God and "harem" owner. Tyler's girthy, erect yardstick stuck up like a stripper pole and got the model hard again.
"3 entire feet. Hot damn"
"Yeah. You worn out from fucking Marky's brains out?"
"Wha- How do you know that!?"
"Uh, you were pretty loud. I'm surprised the neighbors didn't hear you. Back to my question; wanna sleep on it~?"
"...Take me off when the others start to wake up. I don't like them knowing I lo~o~ove being your boy~toy~~"
John attempted to say it with confidence, but was still a blushing mess. It was adorable seeing this sex beast be a panting, wild shy guy. It took a bit of climbing, but eventually he was gasping and blissfully falling down on the giant meat. The bulge went over his head as he stopped at the giant, full bean bags at the foot of the bed. John was as red as the sun before falling onto Tyler's giant chest, nestling between the two essences of masculinity.
Tyler had turned his horrible foster family into his adorable subby lovers. The mere thought of doing anything with them made him climax twice into John's hole, but not waking them up no matter how loud he moaned or felt them up. Eventually, he wished away John's possible fever and inflated body, gathered them into his arms, and fell asleep.