"What?" Bryan spat. Matt wanted to explain, but his mouth was way too dry. The brief look away from Bryan's billowing form tortured him; he had to look back. Brian's firm dough was baking Matt from the inside out.
"God," Matt mumbled. "You're so..." He trailed off as his eyes wandered to Bryan's growing, pillowy ass.
"I'm not fat!" Bryan said again, and he was right... almost. Dense muscle coated every inch of his body, even beneath the fat. Without flexing, his biceps had the cut of a statue, his pecs were the same, and even his stomach was taut and hard. Fat and muscle filled a form strong enough to hold on tight, and soft enough to cushion the impact. Hair had begun coating more and more of his body, and Matt started to wish that was all that covered Bryan. As if answering those prayers, the button on Bryan's pants finally snapped off, leaving only briefs behind. The shock rippled through his form, accentuating the ever widening cleft between his cheeks.
Matt's fat crushed his cock against his pants, enough padding to obscure his boner entirely. Each pulse seized his mind with just a bit more pleasure tempting his hands south, but he had a much bigger prize in mind. While his disappeared into more fat every second, Bryan's had only grown more defined. It tented his briefs so hard that his balls hang out of each side. Matt couldn't help it anymore and fell to his knees.
He didn't even have the patience to pull the fabric aside, trusting the fat to tear it for them as he scarfed down the fat cock, Bryan's only objections a moan of pleasure and a hand on his friend's head. While Matt's right hand massaged Bryan's balls, his left stroked the cock, trying to squeeze every bit of pre out of them he could. Saliva and semen coated the fabric near instantly. The stroking quickly pulled the fabric off, leaving the cock naked.
Matt gagged as Bryan surged forward. The stun lasted hardly a second before Matt continued his ministrations. His tongue slid back and forth, back and forth, and his throat tried to yank the dick down every time it came near. Now that his left hand was free, Matt groped at Bryan's ass. Wiry hair started to push out of tears in Bryan's briefs, teasing Matt's hand with more senses than he had.
Matt's clothes had started to snap as well, also far past their breaking point. Their only saving grace so far was how soft Matt was in contrast, but that didn't last. Pouches of pudge pooled out of every hole like he was wearing a full-body-fishnet, and his pants were absolutely soiled with semen. Bryan's every thrust brought out another squirt. Matt's pubic area was so sensitive at this point that he couldn't even tell where his cock ended and the fat began. He was too obsessed with sucking off Bryan to give a damn about himself.
Then, Bryan groped his chest. The pure euphoria overloaded Matt for a moment. Bryan's cock against his throat, the hand squeezing his chest, both shot an orgasmic ecstasy through him. A twist at his nipple surged electricity through him, and he got back to work. He felt like he was pushing past his human limits every time Bryan's cock twitched, or Bryan tickled his tit, but he kept pushing. He choked out muffled moans while he did everything in his power to suck the cum out of Bryan's cock.
A shrieking rip left enough room for Matt's entire hand to get into Bryan's crack. Continuing to suck, he pushed his fingers down into the crevice, inching deeper with every thrust. His index circled Bryan's hole once, twice, three times before plunging in. Bryan yelped, then croaked out a guttural moan as his hips jammed forward. A fountain spewed out of his cock and down Matt's throat as he fell on top of his squishier friend. Bryan's weight slammed his cock even deeper, somehow, into Matt, ensuring that every drop went down.
When he finally thought it was over, another wave surged through Bryan and out of his cock as Matt's fingers slipped out. It was as if the cum from every inch of Bryan's body had to evacuate. And he still wasn't done when it was over. He pulled himself off Matt and...