Chapter 5: Morning Aftermath
The weight came first—soft, suffocating, *wrong*—before the scent of vanilla and sweat, before the *squish* of silicone smothering his face.
Bart gasped awake, his vision swimming under the avalanche of Brandi's tits, each one bigger than his head, pressed against his cheeks, his mouth, his nose. He couldn’t breathe.
"*Mmm… good morning, baby,*" she cooed, her voice syrup-thick, her hips already grinding down onto him.
His brain short-circuited.
Because she wasn’t just *on* him.
She was *impaled*.
His cock—thick as a soda can, long enough to *fold* inside her—was buried to the hilt, her pussy stretched obscenely around him, lips fluttering in a wet, *greedy* pulse.
"*Mom—what the FUCK—*"
She *giggled*, rocking forward, her tits jiggling violently, the sheer mass of them *slapping* against his chin. "*Shhh… just let mommy ride you…*"
Her nails dug into his chest as she *bounced*, each *squelch* of her cunt louder than the last.
Bart’s hands flew to her hips, fingers sinking into the doughy fat of her Brazilian-lifted ass—*bigger than his torso*—as she *hammered* herself onto him, her breath coming in high, reedy whines.
"*Fuck—fuck—you’re so *BIG*—*" she slurred, drool dripping from her Botox-plump lips. "*Own me… own mommy’s nasty little holes…*"
His stomach lurched.
Because she *meant* it.
Every word.
Her eyes—glazed, *desperate*—locked onto his, her rhythm turning frantic, her tits *jiggling* like water balloons as she *chased* it, her pussy *clenching* around him in wet, *hungry* spasms.
"*Cum in me… fill me up…*" she begged, her voice breaking. "*I’m yours… all yours…*"
Something *snapped*.
Bart’s palm *cracked* against her ass, the impact sending ripples through the surgically enhanced fat, the sound *echoing* off the pink frilled walls.
Brandi *shrieked*.
Not in pain.
In *ecstasy*.
"*YES—HARDER—*" she howled, her cunt *gushing* around him, her back arching as she *slammed* down one last time—
And Bart *lost* it.
His hips jerked. His balls *tightened*.
Then—
*Flood*.
The first spurt *stretched* her, her belly *rounding* slightly under the sheer *volume*. The second made her *gag*, her tits bouncing as she *shuddered*, her pussy *milking* him like a fucking *machine*.
"*OH *GOD*—*" she sobbed, her nails raking his chest as she *came* again, her juices *mixing* with his cum, *dripping* down his thighs.
Bart *panted*, his vision swimming, his cock still *twitching* inside her, still *spurting*, still *claiming* her in the most *primal* way possible.
Brandi collapsed onto his chest, her tits *smothering* him again, her lips brushing his ear.
"*That’s it…*" she whispered, her voice *dazed*, *happy*. "*Now you *own* me…*"
Bart stared at the ceiling.
*What the fuck have I done?*
The answer came in the *squish* of her hips as she *shifted*, his cum *oozing* out of her, *pooling* between them.
*Everything.*
And worse?
She was *right*.
He *did* own her.
The realization should’ve terrified him.
But as Brandi *nuzzled* into his neck, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his stomach, all he felt was…
*Hunger.