Chapter 5: Resolution
As Henry pulled out, Ted's massive ass jiggled and shook, the firm flesh slowly regaining its shape as it was released from the forceful grip of Henry's cock. Ted turned around, his eyes meeting Henry's in the mirror, a mix of humiliation and desire reflected in their depths.
Three months later, the office was abuzz with whispers and hushed laughter. Ted walked through the hallway, his enormous ass and thighs jiggling with each step, the sight so ridiculous that it was hard not to stare. He had gained sixty pounds, all of it concentrated in his lower half, his massive rear end and thighs now the subject of office gossip and crude jokes. As he passed by Ken's desk, he heard the man's loud, obnoxious laughter, the sound cutting through the air like a blade.
"Look at the size of that thing, will ya?
It's like a fucking weather balloon ready to pop!" Ken's booming laughter echoed down the hallway, drawing the attention of those nearby. Sal, who had been engrossed in his work at his desk, looked up at the sound, his eyes immediately locking onto Ted's massive, swaying form as he passed by. Sal's eyes widened in shock and disbelief, his jaw slackening as he took in the sight of Ted's enormous, rounded ass, the fabric of his pants straining to contain the massive flesh. He had known that Ted had been gaining weight, but this... this was something else entirely. Something ridiculously, grotesquely wrong.
The laughter around him grew louder, more cruel, as Ted shuffled past, his head hung low, his shoulders hunched in an attempt to minimize the sight.
Henry, watching from his office door, felt a pang of guilt mixed with an undeniable surge of lust. His cock, already rock hard from the sight of Ted's massive, swaying ass, throbbed painfully in his pants, aching for a repeat of their last encounter. He quickly looked away, using his hand to subtly adjust his erection, trying to hide the evidence of his arousal.
Sal, still staring at Ted's retreating form, turned his gaze to Henry, a knowing smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "You've got a real problem on your hands, Henry," he said, his voice laced with a mix of concern and amusement. "Ted's become a freak show, and it's all anyone can talk about."
Henry's jaw clenched, his grip tightening on the door frame as he fought to control his response.
The laughter in the hallway grew louder, more obnoxious, Ken's voice cutting through the din. "Look at that fucking ass!" he bellowed, his amusement clearly at Ted's expense. The comment was met with a chorus of snickers and jeers, the office atmosphere thick with cruelty and ridicule.
Henry's gaze flicked back to Ted, his heart aching with a mix of pity and desire. Ted's shoulders were slumped, his head bowed, as if trying to make himself smaller, less of a target. But every step he took, every jiggle and wobble of his massive ass, only served to fuel the laughter and humiliation. Henry's hand tightened into a fist, his knuckles turning white with the force of his grip.
He tried to look away, tried to focus on something else, anything else, but his eyes were drawn back to the spectacle of Ted's massive ass, the sight causing his cock to twitch and throb beneath his pants. Sal's words echoed in his mind, a sickening mixture of truth and accusation. He knew Ted had become a freak show, a laughing stock in the office. But he had never imagined it would get this bad, this ridiculously, grotesquely wrong. And yet, despite the humiliation, despite the cruel laughter that surrounded him, Ted's enormous ass sent a jolt of desire through Henry, his cock throbbing painfully with arousal. He shifted uncomfortably, his erection straining against the fabric of his pants, a betrayal of his own guilt and discomfort.
He knew he had to talk to Ted, to confront him about the cruelty and humiliation he had been enduring. Henry took a deep breath, steeling himself for the conversation to come. He stood up from his desk, his chair scraping loudly against the floor as he did so. He walked down the hallway, his footsteps echoing in the quiet office, the sounds of laughter and cruelty still ringing in his ears.
Henry reached Ted's office, his hand already on the doorknob before he realized he was there. He turned the knob, pushing the door open just enough to slip inside. The door closed behind him with a soft click, sealing them off from the rest of the world, from the cruel laughter and the humiliation that waited just outside. Ted looked up from his desk, his eyes widening in surprise at the sight of Henry standing in his office.
Henry's face was flushed, his breathing ragged, and Ted couldn't help but notice the prominent bulge in his pants, a clear indication of his arousal. Before Ted could say a word, Henry closed the door behind him, the sound of the lock clicking into place echoing in the quiet room.
"Henry, what are you doing?" Ted asked, his voice a mix of shock and unease. He could feel his own body responding to the sight of Henry's erection, his cock stirring despite his best efforts to suppress the reaction. Henry took a step closer, his eyes locked onto Ted's, his voice a low growl as he spoke. "I'm showing you what you do to me, Ted. Every time you walk through that hallway, every time you let them laugh and humiliate you, it turns me on.
It makes me hard," Henry said, his voice a low growl as he closed the distance between them. Before Ted could respond, Henry's hand shot out, gripping Ted's shoulder and shoving him firmly against the wall. Ted gasped in surprise, his eyes widening as he felt the cool plaster press against his back, the weight of Henry's body pinning him in place. "It's wrong, I know, but I can't help it, Ted.
You look like a big, blimped out balloon now. It's crazy," Henry growled, his hips pressing firmly against Ted's as he pinned him to the wall. Ted's eyes widened in shock, his breath hitching as he struggled to process Henry's words. The cruel, humiliating truth of them sent a jolt of embarrassment and arousal through his body, his cock throbbing painfully in his pants at the harsh words.
Still holding Ted firmly in place, Henry's other hand reached down, his fingers deftly unbuttoning Ted's pants. Ted's breath came in short, ragged gasps, his heart pounding in his chest as he watched Henry's hand disappear into the open fly of his pants.
When Henry's fingers wrapped around his cock, pulling it free, Ted's eyes widened in shock at the sight of the thick, hard length.
Henry's grip on Ted's shoulder tightened, his voice a low, cruel growl as he pushed Ted's head down, forcing him to his knees. "Suck it, balloon boy. Take it all in that fat, disgusting mouth of yours," Henry commanded, his words laced with a mix of desire and humiliation. Ted's eyes filled with tears, a mix of shock and humiliation coursing through his body as he opened his mouth, obeying Henry's command.
As he took the head of Henry's cock into his mouth, he could taste the bitter saltiness of Henry's pre-cum, the evidence of his arousal sending a shudder of dread and desire through Ted's body.
"That's it, balloon boy. Take it all in," Henry groaned, his hips thrusting forward, forcing more of his cock into Ted's mouth. Ted gagged slightly, the thick length filling his mouth and throat, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he relaxed his throat, allowing Henry's cock to slide deeper, the sensation making his own cock throb painfully in his pants.
As he sucked, tears streamed down Ted's cheeks, his body shuddering with a mix of sobs and breathless gags.
Henry's cock swelled in his mouth, growing thicker and harder with each humiliating word. "You look ridiculous, Ted. So blimped out. Who would believe I would let you suck me off?" Henry groaned, his hips thrusting forward, his grip on Ted's head tightening. Ted's body shuddered in response, a mix of anger and arousal surging through him at Henry's cruel words. But he didn't pull away. Instead, he took more of Henry's cock into his mouth, his throat burning as he forced himself to take it all.
Henry's words were like a slap in the face, a harsh reminder of the cruel laughter and humiliation that followed Ted everywhere he went. But despite the pain and embarrassment, there was a dark, forbidden part of him that craved this humiliation, that found a perverse pleasure in being used and dominated.
As if sensing this, Henry's grip on his hair tightened, his cock swelling even more as he pulled Ted's head deeper onto his shaft.
"I'm a fat blimp," Ted choked out, his voice thick with tears and mucus as he spoke around Henry's cock. "Look what happened to me, look at how fat I am." He paused, his body shuddering as Henry thrust deeper into his throat, forcing more of his cock into Ted's mouth. "I'm so fat, Henry," he gasped, his words muffled by the thick meat filling his mouth.
The admission sent a wave of heat through Henry, his body tingling with a mix of guilt and desire.
"Fuck, yes you are," he groaned, his hips thrusting forward, his cock sliding deeper into Ted's throat. "You're a fucking blimp, Ted. And you're going to swallow every last drop of my cum." With a final, forceful thrust, Henry felt his orgasm hit, his cock pulsing and twitching as he came, the hot, salty taste of his cum filling Ted's mouth. Ted gasped and gagged, struggling to swallow the sudden flood, his throat convulsing as he took it all in.
From the hallway, Ken and Sal watched through the frosted glass, their eyes wide with shock and arousal.
"What the fuck is happening?" Ken whispered, his voice barely audible, his eyes glued to the scene unfolding before them. Sal's grip on his binoculars tightened, the lenses magnifying the sight of Henry's hand gripping Ted's hair, his cock buried deep in Ted's mouth. "I don't fucking believe it," Sal muttered, his voice a low, disbelieving growl.
As Henry's orgasm subsided, he pulled his cock from Ted's mouth with a pop, a thick string of cum hanging from Ted's bottom lip. Ted gasped for air, his chest heaving, his eyes filled with a mix of tears, humiliation, and desire.
Henry, still breathing heavily, looked down at him with a mix of guilt and satisfaction. Behind them, Ken and Sal exchanged a knowing look through the frosted glass.
"Did you see that?" Ken asked, his voice barely audible, his eyes still glued to the scene. "He just fucking blew Henry in his office. And Ted... he fucking took it like a champ." Sal nodded, his grip on his binoculars tightening, his eyes widening at the sight of Henry's cum dripping from Ted's lip. "I knew there was something going on between them," Sal muttered, a low, disbelieving growl. "But I never would have guessed..."
Their shared look was interrupted as the office door slammed shut, the sound echoing through the hallway like a gunshot. Ken and Sal jumped, their eyes snapping to the source of the noise.
The door to Henry and Ted's office had slammed shut, the echo of the action still ringing in the hallway. They exchanged a wide-eyed glance, their laughter catching in their throats as the sudden silence settled over the office. Ken's hands were still pressed against the frosted glass, the laughter that had been bubbling up inside him just moments before now replaced with a mix of shock and confusion. He pointed at the closed door, his voice barely above a whisper. "Did... Did you see that?" Sal nodded, his eyes still glued to the door, his mind racing with the images he had just witnessed. "They were fucking laughing at us," he growled, his voice low and angry. "They were pointing, like we were some kind of fucking sideshow." Ken's grip on the glass tightened, his knuckles turning white with the force of his anger.
"I'm going in there," he growled, his eyes still glued to the closed door. Sal's gaze flicked between Ken and the door, a hint of fear in his eyes. "Are you sure that's a good idea? We should just leave them alone." "Leave them alone?" Ken scoffed, pushing away from the glass and heading towards the door. "He's a fucking laughing stock, Sal. And now he's fucking laughing at us? No way, I'm not having that." With a final glance at the door, Sal sighed and followed Ken, his footsteps echoing through the hallway.
As Ken pushed the door open, the room fell silent, the air thick with tension. Ted, still kneeling on the floor, looked up at the intrusion, his eyes wide with shock and humiliation.
Ken stepped into the room, his face twisted in a cruel smirk. "Well, well, well, look what we have here," he sneered, his gaze flicking between Henry and Ted. "If it isn't the office blimp, choking down Henry's cock like a good little piggy." Sal followed Ken into the room, his lips curled in a sneer. "You should have seen your face, Ted," he chuckled, his eyes gleaming with malice. "It was like watching a dog lick its own ass."
Ted's face flushed with embarrassment, the cruel laughter of his colleagues cutting through him like a knife. He tried to stand, but Henry's grip on his hair tightened, keeping him in place. "You're enjoying this, aren't you, Henry?" Ken jeered, his eyes narrowing as he took in the scene.
"You're pathetic, Ted. Choking on Henry's cock like a good little slut." Sal let out a snort of laughter, his face contorting into a cruel smile. "Pathetic doesn't even begin to cover it, Ken. Look at him, on his knees like a fucking dog, taking it all in."
Ted's cheeks burned with humiliation, the cruel words stinging like a physical blow. He tried to pull away from Henry, but the other man's grip on his hair was like a vice, keeping him firmly in place. "Let me go, Henry," Ted whispered, his voice thick with tears and despair. "Please, I can't-"
Henry's eyes flicked to Ken and Sal, his expression hardening. "Get out," he growled, his voice low and dangerous.
"Get out before I make you." Ken's smirk faded at the threat in Henry's voice, but he tried to maintain his bravado. "We were just having a little fun, Henry. No harm in that, right?" He turned to Sal, a conspiratorial smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Come on, Sal, tell him. There's no harm in laughing at a big, fat joke like this one." Sal hesitated, his gaze flicking between Henry and Ted. "I don't know, Ken. Maybe we should just leave them alone." Ken scoffed, waving a dismissive hand. "Don't be such a pussy, Sal. They both know the deal. Fat boys are meant for fucking, and Ted here is a prime example. He's a blimp, a freak show.
Look at him, kneeling there like a fucking animal, his massive ass wobbling like a bowl full of jelly," Ken guffawed, his laughter echoing through the small office. Sal joined in, his laughter more mocking than amused. "He's just like a big, fat balloon, isn't he? Ready to pop at any moment."
Henry's face darkened at their cruel words, his grip on Ted's hair tightening. "I said, get out," he growled, the threat in his voice clear and dangerous. Ken's laughter faded, replaced by a sneer. "Or what, you gonna make us? You think because you're fucking this fat piece of shit, you're suddenly in charge?"
Ted's eyes filled with fresh tears, the cruel laughter and words cutting deeper than any physical pain.
He turned his gaze back to Ken and Sal, their faces contorted with mocking amusement. "Look at that, he's enjoying it," Ken cackled, his eyes never leaving Ted's humiliated form. "He's fucking loving it, isn't he, Sal?"
Sal nodded, his laugh a high-pitched, grating sound. "Look at him, practically drooling all over Henry's cock. If I didn't know better, I'd say he was in fucking heaven."
Henry's grip on Ted's hair tightened, his knuckles turning white as he struggled to maintain control. The sight of his colleagues laughing at Ted's humiliation sent a wave of anger and shame crashing over him, but also a dark, forbidden thrill. He knew he should stop this, should put an end to their cruel laughter and Ted's suffering, but...
As Ken and Sal's laughter filled the room, Henry felt a familiar stirring in his groin. He looked down at Ted, still on his knees, his cheeks stained with tears and humiliation, and found himself growing hard once again. The sight of Ted's massive, quivering body, the cruel words of his colleagues, it all combined to ignite a primal, perverse desire within him. He could feel his cock swelling, pressing against the fabric of his pants, aching to be free.
Henry's gaze flicked between Ted and his colleagues, a dark smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "You want to see a real show, Ken? Sal?" he growled, his voice low and dangerous. He gestured to Ted, his grip on the other man's hair tightening. "Why don't you stay and watch?
I'm sure you'll find this just as entertaining as Ted's little blowjob show. Isn't that right, Ted?" Henry's voice was low and menacing, his grip on Ted's hair tightening as he spoke. Ted's eyes widened in shock and fear, his breath hitching as he realized what Henry was suggesting. He tried to shake his head, to plead with Henry, but the other man's grip was too strong, holding him firmly in place. "No, Henry, please," he whimpered, tears streaming down his cheeks, his eyes darting between Ken and Sal, pleading for help, for escape. But their faces were a mask of cruel amusement, their eyes gleaming with malice as they looked on, eager to see what would happen next.
Ken, emboldened by the sight of Ted's humiliation, reached into his pocket and pulled out a donut. "Here, Ted," he sneered, shoving the donut towards the other man's face. "I thought you might be hungry."
Ted's eyes widened in shock and humiliation as Ken pressed the donut against his lips, the creamy frosting smearing across Ted's cheeks. "No, please," he begged, turning his head away, trying to avoid the unwanted food. But Ken was insistent, his hand gripping Ted's jaw, forcing his mouth open. With a cruel laugh, he shoved the donut inside, Ted's lips closing around the soft, sweet treat. Ken's eyes gleamed with triumph as he let go, the donut hanging from Ted's lips like a grotesque, sugary trophy.
To Ken's surprise, Ted's body suddenly stiffened, his eyes widening in shock as he felt a powerful wave of arousal coursing through him. The humiliation, the helplessness, the cruel laughter—it all combined to send a jolt of desire straight to his cock, which quickly grew rock hard, straining painfully against his pants.
"Well, well, well," Ken drawled, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth as he noticed the bulge in Ted's pants. "Looks like the fat boy's enjoying himself."
Sal's eyes widened in shock as he saw Ted's erection, his laughter fading as he took in the sight. "What the fuck, Ted?" he breathed, his voice a mix of disgust and disbelief.
"Look at the fat fuck, he's loving every minute of this."
Henry's eyes narrowed, his grip on Ted's hair tightening as he watched Ken and Sal's expressions change from amused mockery to something darker, more predatory. "You want a piece of the action, don't you, boys?" he taunted, his voice low and dangerous. "You want to get in on the fun?"
Ken's mouth twisted into a cruel smile, his eyes gleaming with a mix of malice and lust. "Why not?" he drawled, his gaze flicking from Ted's straining erection to Henry's growing bulge. "It's not like the fat fuck has any say in the matter, is it?"
Sal nodded, his voice a low growl as he stepped closer to Ted.
"Yeah, why don't you show us what you can do with that mouth of yours, blimp boy?"
Henry grinned, his voice cold and commanding as he addressed Ted. "Alright, Ted. Show them what you're made of. Suck Ken's cock. Show them how good you can be."
Ted's eyes widened in shock and humiliation, his breath hitching as he struggled to process Henry's command. His body trembled, a mix of fear and desire churning in his gut as he turned his gaze to Ken, who stood before him, a cruel smile on his face. Ken's pants were already unbuttoned, his cock jutting out, hard and ready.
"Come on, Ted," Ken taunted, his voice like a whip as he gripped his cock and held it out towards Ted's face.
"Open that fat mouth of yours and wrap those chubby lips around my cock. Let's see if you can handle a real man, blimpo." Ted's cheeks burned with humiliation as he heard the cruel names, his eyes flicking to Henry, who stood behind him, his grip on Ted's hair unyielding. His pants were stretched to the limit, the fabric straining to contain his massive, rounded ass and thick thighs. The sight of his bulging pants only seemed to spur Ken and Sal on, their laughter growing louder and more cruel as they mocked him.
"Look at him," Sal sneered, his eyes roving over Ted's body with a mix of disgust and lust. "He's like a fucking whale, all that blubber squeezed into those tiny clothes.
Come on, Ted, let's see you put that fat mouth to good use," Sal jeered, his hand already moving to his own pants, yanking down the zipper and freeing his cock. Henry, with a smirk, took a step closer to Ted, his own erection straining against his pants. "Yeah, Ted, let's show them what you can really do. Come on, suck Ken's cock. Make him feel good."
Ted's cheeks were streaked with tears and donut frosting, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The sight of three cocks pointed at him, the cruel jeers and laughter filling the room, was overwhelming. His body shook with a mix of humiliation and arousal, his cock throbbing painfully in his pants. He looked from one cock to the next, his mind racing, trying to process what was happening.
Ken and Sal stepped closer, their cocks now only inches from his face. Henry, still holding Ted firmly by the hair, nodded encouragingly. "Go on, Ted. Give them what they want." With a shaky hand, Ted reached out, his fingers wrapping around the base of Ken's cock. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes flicking to Ken's face, seeking some kind of guidance, some sign of what to do next. But Ken's face was a mask of cold, cruel hunger, his eyes burning with a mix of lust and malice. With a shaky sigh, Ted opened his mouth, taking the head of Ken's cock inside. Ken let out a harsh, satisfied grunt, his hips thrusting forward, pushing more of his length into Ted's mouth. At the same time, Sal stepped closer, his cock now brushing against Ted's cheek.
Ted's eyes watered as he looked up at Sal, the other man's face looming large and grotesque in his vision. "Look at that fat face," Sal sneered, his voice thick with disgust and arousal. "You look like a fucking pig, Ted. A fat, pathetic pig." Ted's cheeks burned with shame, the cruel words cutting deep. He struggled to hold back tears, but a few escaped, trailing down his cheeks and mingling with the donut frosting.
Henry, seeing the tears, felt a fresh wave of desire and guilt. He knew he should stop this, but the sight of Ted's humiliation, the cruel laughter of his colleagues, it all combined to drive him on. He tightened his grip on Ted's hair, pushing his face deeper onto Sal's cock. "Come on, Ted," he growled, his voice low and dangerous.
"Turn around and bend over that desk. I want to see that fat ass of yours, and I want to fuck it." Ted's eyes widened in shock, his mouth still full of Ken's cock, but he did as he was told, turning awkwardly and bending over the desk. His massive ass, barely contained in his tight pants, was now on full display. Henry stepped closer, his eyes raking over Ted's body with a mix of lust and cruelty. He reached out, his hands gripping the sore, red flesh, the sight of Ted's humiliation only serving to fuel his desire. With a grunt, he yanked down Ted's pants, the fabric tearing as he revealed Ted's massive, pale ass. Ken and Sal watched, their own cocks in hand, their eyes gleaming with a mix of arousal and disgust as they took in the sight.
The sudden sight of Ted's massive, quivering ass, pale and vulnerable, sent a fresh wave of desire and cruelty coursing through them. But Ted himself was focused on something else entirely. As he bent over the desk, his eyes caught sight of a large mirror hanging on the wall. In the reflection, he saw himself—his massive, blubbering ass on full display, his colleagues' cocks ready to invade him, his own face a picture of humiliation and despair. The reflection was a stark, brutal reminder of his reality, of the cruelty and degradation he was enduring. Ted's heart plummeted, a wave of panic and self-loathing washing over him. He tried to pull away, to turn and face Henry, to plead for mercy, but Henry's grip on his hair was unyielding, keeping him firmly in place.
"Look at yourself, Ted," Henry growled, his voice a low, cruel whisper as he forced Ted's head down, pressing his face against the cool surface of the desk. "Look at what you've become. A fat, disgusting slut, ready to be used and abused by anyone who wants you." Ted's eyes watered, his vision blurring as he stared at the desk, the wooden surface stark and unyielding against his cheek. Through the haze of tears, he could see the reflection in the mirror, the sight of his massive, quivering ass on full display, his colleagues' cocks ready to invade him. He couldn't bear to look at his own face, couldn't stand to see the humiliation and despair etched into his features. But Henry made sure he couldn't look away, his grip on Ted's hair keeping him firmly in place.