It wasn't Simon's intention to stimulate Jeff but there he was on the
back of Simon's bike, eyes rolling back in his head and his penis so
far up his ass that it felt like with the proper thrust it would poke
out his mouth.
Simon and Jeff had been riding for hours and Jeff had cum so many
times that his stomach was so bloated that his shirt rode up and his
shorts rode down exposing a stretch marked belly and a belly button
that should have been an innie but had popped out like a butterball
that had finished it's cooking.
When Simon was pushed so far up on the seat that he was having trouble
controlling the steering he found a bar where there were many bikes
outside and he came in and settled.
Simon had to help Jeff off the bitch seat. His nuts hung down on each
side of the seat and his dick made it hard for him to do anything but
waddle to the door.
Simon was greeted with cheers and Jeff was complemented on his beer
belly but when they found out the truth of Jeff's condition, with a
little hint from Simon, there was not a biker in the bar that wasn't
ready to take Jeff for a ride.
Jeff would spread his legs wide to allow his balls and his now
distended belly to hang heavily toward the floor as biker after biker
tried him out. Each one enjoyed the enormous size they would grow to
and Jeff became so bloated that his belly touched the floor late into
the night.
There was no getting him home now on the back of Simon's bike so he
left him to the entertainment of Spike and Spike had a few ideas of
his own. And Paul Davidson was enjoying his new toy.