Bespoke Lovers, Anticipation


Written by Septia.


A pang rang out to stifle our chuckles, the expansions and contractions of bolstered muscular tissue vibrated and bent under my hand. I recoiled. In the wake of my touch, illuminated by the laptop screen – the webpage within boasted 'shape your perfect lover' – in this light, laid Xanto's Oblique muscle. It was, buff.. Xanto was in fine shape, sure, but this crescent of virile beef was an aberration: sunken back into his frame, and forming a thin crater in the surrounding body fat, but having bloated to the point it slotted back in, skin taut over the raw muscle to the point I could make out every vein and artery that laid etched into it. A soft bump – like that of a steak submerged in dough – reverberated from hits frame as the oblique flexed upwards and plied into Xanto’s surrounding body. Only to settle back again. Xanto met my gaze, his breathing rustled but steady – something I had neglected at the moment. 
	I held my breath as I placed my palm back onto him, brushing it to his side, to the neighbouring abs. With a similar tautness of rubber, I felt the brawn beneath my grasp wind and weave together with knots of slick meat. Peeking below my had, I unveiled the toned, square set of abdominal forged in my path. With a flex they bunched together, thick against thick, and bunching out the remaining, normal bricks, a squeeze of mastication as the hardened abs ploughed into the remaining soft squares. 
	“Fabio?” He asked. 
	“Y-yeah?” I gasped back. 
	“Dude… I think it worked. It worked.”
	I gave him a nod. Looking at the strips of thickened, pulsating muscle had my heart leaping – more than usual – when I gazed over Xanto's body, then dove back into the blue of his eyes. 
	“Is this what you, wish me to… does that m-mean, you…?” 
	Dread crept down my back. 
	“…Like me?” 
	“Y-… you… y-yeah.” I didn't see a way to weasel my way out of admitting it in this position, and saying it, was… a little, less scary than I thought. 
	He reached up with a hand to my face, and brushed through my hair… I felt the strands of black contract, the light curls straightening to a streaking slick auburn. 
	“Same.” 
	I bit my lip, gasping to catch my breath, panting as it overwhelmed me. Leaning in closer still, a droplet of spittle fell from my tongue, and dropped to gum onto  the crevice splitting his chest. I leaned in, he met me half-way, and our lips melded to one another. I planted my hands on his chest, and he wrapped an arm around my back to press me tight. The chill moisture of another's lips sprouted through my face. The embrace was tight, but surface, until I prodded with my tongue, and he dunked his back, the two of us awkwardly juggling each other's damp maw-rugs in the kiss, the pressure of being the first to relinquish it kept us locked into the kiss. And yet, in the clumsiness, there was intimacy. 
	I kneaded my pals into Xanto's chest as we made out, and beneath my touch felt an orchard of brawn roots sprouting and converging with creaks and crinkles of flesh. The knitting tissue embossed thick bulges under his skin. In time with his heartbeat and my strokes, I felt his chest bolstering its form, plumping up with thick, toned brawn to bound me upwards in between his heartbeats, feeling my frame raising upwards as his pecs stacked taller, wider, sagging by the side of his disproportionate body in their raw brawn. They clapped into me with pumps, feeling his honest pecs crash into my own rib cage, dwarfing me in size and contents as we ground together, building sweat plastered between our bodies. His pecs swelled upwards, the crevice between the pectorals expanding into a canyon, and as they grew tauter, they pinched together into a ravine, the clap of the pecs clumping together like a combat boot stomping through wet dirt. The sound of the impact sending a chill down my spine, if I had kept my fingers just a bit further down the gorge… would they have splintered like toothpicks? It was frightening, but as I opened my eyes, staring back at Xanto and feeling his fingers comb the structure of my hair to a neat ciche brunette, all that consumed my mind was excitement. 


“Mmfs, so you see me as a buff hottie? Fmms, MGnh, I have never felt this gooood…” Xanto panted heavily. 
	My palms roved over is body. Sculpting and grasping the form of his toned body as they went, inflating his form wider, taller, stronger, bulk building in burgeoning bellows of brawn. I already adored his body, but seeing it like this, I felt like I was tearing through the wrapper of a gift with every knead and stroke revealing the buffness beneath. All while he fondled my hair, and wrapped his arm tighter around my back, a crackle of adjusting bone creaked through my spine, and the discomfort of vertebrae filing against each other had me shuddering. I could barely focus, but I felt my body curving, and fat redistributed through my frame, injected into my thighs and bounding ass. I spread out Xanto's arms, cupping him under his triceps and moulding my touch to extend and strengthen the teardrops of shredded beef. Watching him lean back and slowly flex his arms into a strongman through which I kneaded out his biceps, watching the hills plump up and pepper with distending, overlapping layers of softest. He kept flexing, and I wouldn't stop moulding, feeling the blood pumping under my arms surging as the flesh pumped taller, crossing on his growing arms and bunching up to his shoulders, reaching over his nose at the full tension.  
	
	A coarse ground of bones through soggy meat cracked down my frame, the noise creeping over to Xanto as I extended his body. A bigger skeleton in need to support all of his toned bulk, and feeling him grow at my behest, and his panting pleasure, towering well over a head above me in the bed, though his chest was dwarfing me in its looming expanse already. His deltoids rustled as I coaxed them higher, clapping into a bicep as he stretched and wrung his arms to accommodate the next musculature. And as I morphed and moulded his torso into that of a which surpassed the statues of old, I was serenaded with an orchestra of cracking, bounding, rippling sinew intertwining beneath me. 
	“Xanto, youa-are gonna b-be the best, h-hottest thin, m-most prefect tithing.” I mumbled out as I felt his muscle contrast and punch up together under the brush of my arms, feeling the tissue rumble and tremble like a trampoline beneath my grasp. 
	“W-well… you are gonna be the… cutest, sexiest beast,” He mumbled back, brushing along, brushing his muscular palm against my chest. And inviting something plush. 
	I sat up in the bed, away from the absolute hunk, his golden blonde hair trailing down his neck, wearing it like the crown of a deity. 
	“Why did you stop?” 
	“I know you like, huge jugs on a chick, right?” I asked. 
	Xanto nodded. 
	“Then, if I'm gonna... I wouldn't be very perfect without that,” I said and jutted out my chest. 
	“As big as yo want, just pack it on, mould some stinking huge girl tits on me, I want my nipples big as trash cans.” 
	I watched him inhale through clasped teeth, then leaning over, his stature shifted, leaving the springs in the bed squealing at every shift. “You are gonna have the biggest, hottest tits in town.” 
	I watched his finger twiddle, before they pressed into the meager padding on my chest, but the pressure mounted, and the raw strength baked into his enhanced body drove his hands deeper. Xanto's digits dug into my chest, grasping and fondling it into thick meat. And I felt it come. How the force warped a crater of thin blubber around Xanto's knuckles, inflating, crawling over his fists. 
	I peered up, above me, Xanto's pecs showed off their true stature, as wide and bulging as seat cushions someone tried to pinch the back edges together so they could fit just barely pinned under them. Then a tepid warmth rushed through me. I felt a heat from Xanto's fondling fists working onto my chest; his desires and beauty distilled into a cream, injected into my body. Once inside, curling into the fat which crowded and swelled into moulded breasts. My tits deluged over his wrists, sagging forth to appear as if he had punched into two pillows. 
	He retracted his hands, letting the accumulating boob flesh peel off of his groping fists while he reeled them back, the chubby smooth meat plying and bulldozing over his knuckles before they bounded free, and his palms unleashed a pair of nipples as thick as sausages. I peer down at my tits clapping into my torso, the weight of the bloated bouncing jugs with the width of a bowler hat, both satchels sagging and jostling like sacks full of crude oils. Down so they rested on m the cusp of my abs, and wide enough to brush my biceps.
	I looked between Xanto and my cupped cleavage. “These are still small, aren't they?” 
	Xanto hesitated, scratching his chin. 
	“C'mon now…,” I said and thrust out my chest so hard my breasts clapped back into my frame with the beat of a grease clogged drum, “You don't just want huge tits, you want freakishly huge tits, to make me a freak, bigger, bigger, I know you want it, Dude. I want nipples as thick as trashcans.” 
	A glint of passion flashed in and delved into me again, “Heck, Fabio, I've never heard you this confident, especially about something I desperately want. I won't hold back,” He promised. He sunk his grasp into my breasts, tugging his digits taut into the mass of plush blubber, only to have that blubber swell and billow up between his fingers, engulfing them as I felt my jugs slough forwards, the weight hauled straight into my tits which swelled from melons into gooey beanbags devouring Xanto's toned forearms in an avalanche of reeling blubber. 
	Whilst my twins inflated to whales I felt the steaming hot fat boiling and expanding through my tits, droplets of sweat streaking down my face as I reached down to, and further than I have ever dared before. 
	“Mfmfs, Fa bio?” He asked, but continued to massage and plump my tits huge. 
	A fluster burned into my face, but once I had my grasp around his cock, I wouldn't let go… I kneaded it upwards, grinding into it and stretching out his flesh, building new sinew as he engorged me with tit fat. His cock rose and bolstered under my guidance, unfurling from a roll of limp dough to swell to the girth of a full loaf, stretching further and further, past the reach of my elbows whilst my fingertips tickled and massaged the base of his shaft. His skin was as dense as saltwater taffy, hardening in my clutches as I nursed both his growth and erection, with my tits spilling out to prod against his biceps and lounge around my shoulders. 
	“Ma-make me your hot, mammoth breasted freak,” I huffed out in the excitement, swelling and pounding my arms around his cock, plying at his tip to hear him squirm and shudder as I folded out a thick, flared head. Until he drew his arms back, hands clutching my joystick nipples, fingers playing along them with pressure and tugs as my boobage roared forth, smacking onto my thighs and bunching up against his plump balls. My jugs combined were broader than the hull of a car, bouncing and jostling; an ocean of blubber crashing within them, still curdling and settling as plush fat. I could smother Xanto's pecs if I pancaked them over him, my mind tantalizing me with dreams and envisages of submerging his mountainous pecks in the smooth coverings of my cleavage… which, still.. Rubbed up against his cock… and he was, clutching my nipples, so… tight it… it stung. 
	“Fmmnrrgg…” I huffed out.
	Xanto unhanded me, I sloughed back away from him, leaving us separated, panting, shaking. I gasped for breath underneath the weight of the gargantuan knockers, the strain of the hills of fat weighing down my chest rustling up trough my head. After a while, I glanced up to him. He was sneaking looks towards me. A veil of distant awkwardness lingered between us. 
	“…You look hot as hell.” Xanto mumbled. 
	A smile tentatively visited my lips, but slithered off into a frown, uncertain if I had maybe gone a bit far. “Y-yeah, these are some spicy milkers,” I said, and paused to think for a moment in the silence, “I don't think I'll bother with a bra.” I said and cradled my left boob, letting it collide back onto my thigh with a slosh and curve out into a ripple of flesh as it moulded in an arch over my thigh.. Then… I slowly spread my legs, which then firmly caught Xanto's attention. “Think I am not quite done yet, though.” 


~ 1 ~


The warmth of his touch spread through ought my cock, a cracking and creaking of a sprouting sapling of skin and sinew stretched from my lap. I had to cleave my breasts aside. He was taking his time sculpting and moulding it delicately. A thick, long shaft, though, thick as a soda bottle and a good chunk longer, though still... I shuddered as he folded out the flared head at the tip, massaging into the cockpit, and rolling his fingers down my length, a thick horse dick, with an ample pair of jewels and... sculpting a broad bump a few cents from the base of my cock.
	“Oooh, that is real dirty, isn't? If that is what I think it is.” 
	“Yeah, it is. Though I wasn't sure if I could make one.” 
	“You can make anything you want, Xanto.” 
	He smiled. The barrier was growing faint. I heard his cock clapping against his leg, the broad horse shaft tapping and bounding off of his quadriceps like a rubber a weight hose of rubber. 
	“Sorry if I, was going.” I mumbled.
	He looked at me with a cocktail of confusion and trepidation. “Oh, it was fine, I… I liked it, you’re just not used to this, dick yet, doesn't stay still.” 
	“Then maybe, you should get used to it some, take it for a test ride, if you get what I'm saying, dude.” I proposed, reaching down to brush over his hands moulding my cock, and shifting back, to spread my new bubble butt apart, and give him a peek at the winking pucker wedged between. 
	“He swallowed, his abdominals bouncing together in his gasp of breath. 
	“Really man.” 
	“What else is the point of fmms, this if you don't, give me a hard rut.” 
	“I don't, know if that, is that a thing?” 
	“Yeah I heard it in a… movie… Xanto… I really want my first dick to be yours.” 
	The giant of muscle trembled at my words, then fished the base of my shaft, and shuffled in close. 
	“Mmfs yes, just s-shove that in me,” 
	“Are you ready?” 
	“Y-yeah, C'mon man, of course,” I say and beckon him in closer, the hills and valleys of our chests conjoin to mush and plough into each other as he jerks his cock, leaning in for the embrace of our lips while he aims his cock down to my pit, finagling it in between my cheeks and… A smack of steak against mince meat echoed between the walls of the bedroom, and my pucker tears with jagged ruptures bounding its form, confining to the girth of his shaft as the cock head plunges through my pit. I break out of the kiss with a series of gasps. 
	“Tooo... T-to fast.” 
	“Ooh sorry, Fabio, I thought you wante-.” 
	“Too gmsmuch.. You are splitting me in half, man.” I cried out, the shockwave of the shaft still ravaging through me and leaving my chest jostling in the frantic gaps of breath. 
	“I'll stop? I'll stop.” Xanto said, a crinkle of bowel grease stretching from his coo as he reeled out… 
	“Don't… you dare,” I huff out, grasping over his shoulders and clutching onto his deltoid, so thick and rugged it felt like a cliff side. “My first real dicking isn't gonna mefms, end like this. Keep going.” 
	Xanto bit his lip, then smothered my mouth in his, wedging his tongue into my cheek whilst he ground his cock deeper into my ass.
	I felt my abdomen stretching and swelling under the oval bump of his shaft, raising and deflating in rhythm with the chugging dick slowly, diligently pumping.. My own cock is rocking along with the motions, flopping back in the sways of his hips overcoming mine. I keep groaning, spikes of tension clutching in my bowels as his spelunker delves through untouched canals, a muted smear of bowel oils getting kneaded and smeared back and forth through my rectum. But as it made me winche, it tugged and strummed a sensation I have only grazed by my own hand. And as our embrace goes on I cradle the rocking motions of his body and the squeaking rubs of tension rubbing out between his pecs grinding against me. I knead up my chest to his, watching his cock delve a hand length into my torso, and then crossing past my belly button. The strain of accommodating his member mixed with the pleasure of the hot meat massaging and straightening my insides; I was getting my first sips of his sardonic cocktail, and I was growing thirsty. 
	“Mfmf... mghs... Faster…” I mumbled out, toying with my nipples and smooching onto Xanto's solid pecs. 
	“W-what?” 
	“Faster,” I grumbled and ached my back, bounding him up with the bounce of milk bags.
	“I thought, that it hurt-.” 
	“It does but your dick is worth it, I said faster. Stuff that sausage in my ass.” I cried out just as Xanto rammed his length deeper, my belly engorging with a good two liter bottle's worth of his dick plunging into me, his masonry brick pectorals bumping together as he mounted me on his throbbing dick. 
	“I've got to admit, your ass feels, way too good wrapped squarely around my dick. I wanna pound you raw and then.. Keep goin.” He huffed out as his mast plunged deeper and deeper, the bouncing inflation and recession of my gut warping around his dick snapping into place like the snaps of a rubber band. Mgmgm sgmsghss aaagyraas, aash taff that h-hurts, s-soo good.” I wheezed out of my teeth as I laid there. Xanto's pillar of meat breaking through my cheeks, ploughing through my ass. My tits fluttering to and up and down, back and forth along his thrusts, becoming a weighty pair of wings bounding and clapping into my sides and smudging up around my face. The springs below us cried out in the language of tempered metal. All, whilst my dream Xanto was making me the anvil for his solid beef hammer. 
	“Fmmgs, I think I'm… I think I'm…” Xanto huffed out, while the springs and ploughing dick was giving my rectum a rash, and the only cure was getting it scratched by that hot piece of meat. “Gmsm yeah, do it. Finish in your hot l-little freakfmsm mmmph.” I mumbled out as he plugged his lips over mine, working his tongue in a way that, almost didn't have me gag. My eyes rolled back into my head in the thrusts that had the whole bed tumbling and rocking with us… until… 
	“MFMngryahaaaaaaa.” 
	His panting howl rustled through my ears, his sack smothering my thigh and jostled as his cock girth swelled past its capacity, a shower of strained nerves weaved around the monstrous cock as it came with its own, tepid shower to coo… the deluged roared through me like a stew bubbling in a cauldron, spiralling through my bowels to claw its way to my stomach, inflating my guts litres upon litres of cum chugging out of his flaring dick. It was thick and clotted, a salve of sleek coated gunk warming my insides. I gasped into a spasm, while my ass marinated in the strain of housing the bloated, cum spewing hose, I felt the cum flood into me, overcoming, spirals throughout every part of my body; I felt it coursing through my torso, into my breasts, through my arms, down my toes, into my throa-… 
	“Hfulcalaghgs,” I hawked up a globule of white balm from my congested gullet, coughing it right into Xanto's mouth, who instinctively swallowed and pried his lips off of mine, gasping for air as he kept thumping into my ass and his muscles bent and cramped down on my belly, I coated him in the salty hot discharge chucked straight from my flooded mouth. Cantelope sized dollops of spunk sloughed out of me and drooped onto the bed like droves of candle wax. The cum was solidifying in the open air while my gut still churned with the liquid lust. As Xanto heaved and shuddered above me, the trembles surged out along my breasts, the pillowy mounds bobbing and painting with globs of pale slime over Xanto's chest and abs. 
	“Mffns phaaaa. Ooh dick… of hell your as.. is mfms, just wh-what I dreamed off, the heck can you be… smooth and tight all at once?” he huffed out, delirious in the following sensations. 
	“Fmgrllagpgmshs” I gurgled back at him, legs twitching like a ragdoll as I chocked down on his spunk, pinned under his weight, letting me feel every cent of his shredded body working me down. Into the waiting mattress below, which was now soaking in fresh mouthfuls of yogurt. 
	Once the sweat dust around had settled, I took one hefty swallow, clearing my mouth as I sunk my fist into Xanto's divine bubble butt. “It’s my go, I have to test out if my tools are up to snuff.” 
	I watched his face contort into a grimace of exhaustion and excitement.
	
	
	
~ 2 ~


“Mmfs ffmpahaa.” 
	“Mfhhagyaamfmmf.” We howled together, savouring the petering rush of our conjoined climax, my cock buried in the depths of his dung stuffed ass, and my knot lodging it stuck. I can’t remember how long we've just sat here, rutting him casually, as the bulge deflates. 
	Eventually, with the crackle and daubing of fishing a fat toad out of a bog, I wedged my shaft free from Xanto's huge ass. Already at the base of my lap there was a carpet of muck that gummed together my crotch width and dick, smoothing it over to a glistening fudgesickle of reeking and oozing of filth, the air growing dense and tart with the burnished fumes of sickly sweat, and burnt mushroom stew. An arch of muck flopped off from my tip as it flopped free, slumping back onto my ass and landing on the head pillows of the bed and sighing, my breasts flopping over and burying my hands that I had braced for support, with my fudge coated cock swinging and swaying in its coffin of boy manure. 
	“Phhfaa.. fhoua… oooh dude, that mfms, was… so much.” I huffed out, closing my eyes and shuddering now and then when a dollop of spunk trailed free from the tip of the mud cask and drizzled down my dick. Though, suddenly I was greeted with the slurping, of someone shovelling into that bog with their bare hands. I peeked through the haze of my orgasm, and saw Xanto lapping at the caking of crud enveloping my shaft, gnawing off chunks and stretching his lips to slurp and suckle up the dung. Trickles of his saliva trailing down in the crevices and fractures dressing the loaf of muck. 
	“Oh you don't gmf, smm, man it is ok, I'll wash it off myself, its k.” 
	Xanto stopped, though kept his lips wrapped around the coffin for my cock. The warmth of his breath melting little streams of raw chocolate down the column. “I… wanna keep going.” 
	“Mmf? Really?” 
	“… Yeah… I have always… Thought it is, really hot. And, seeing your dick all smeared up in this, serving of hot bowel fudge,” He mumbled and suckled down on my dick, plunging his lips down the corpulent cock-coffin and chewing through the mulch, drawing back up with his cheeks stuffed like a chipmunk’s, still barely able to make out some fractures in the pattern of the muck depicted on his cheeks. Saliva and filth drizzled down his chin and sloshed down the virile canyon of his pectorals.
	I gnawed on my lower lip, flustered at seeing this display, and coughed in my armpit. “ahfmfs hfsm, m-mee to. Afhsme..” 
	“Mhawhayht?” 
	Xanto mumble with his mouth full. 
	“I-I said me too,” I mumbled, grinding my lips as my shaft thickened in the sock of filth, stiffening at the sight of Xanto along with the entombing warmth of the clay dense muck. 
	Xanto took a hefty swallow, the muck in his cheeks siphoned down to his gullet in a broad dune, and sinking down, disappearing past the boisterous expanse of his chest. “Oh…” 
	I peeked up at him. “Is there, other, s-such, nasty stuff you enjoy, y-you filthy mountain of beef?” 
	His cheeks shone up in fluster. 
	“Y-yeah… maybe.” 
	I grasped a hold of my dick, muck and all – and jerked myself off with the socks of gut gruel, threading my shaft through it and kneading it around my bloated knot. “Then c'mon, tell me all about it.”