Mike Fatton x Blueberry Dunn Inflation Multishots (NSFW) [NSFL]
Tags: Smut, Inflation, WG, Weight Gain, Weight Transfer, Gay, Yaoi, Faith No More, Mr Bungle, Mike Patton, Trevor Dunn, Trepanation, Trey Spruance, Lemon, Mervor, Slash, Cumflation, Blood Drinking, Piss (Blueberry juice), Blueberries, Guro, Gas, Farts
Chapter 1: Trevor's Pizzagate
Mike barged into his den.
"I'M HOME FREE!" Mike shouted out as sweat dripped from his brow, all after a long night of signing autographs and verbally molesting passers-by fans and idiots alike.
He continued, "Doot-doot, in doot in doot in doot!" as he made his way to the stairs. He suddenly stopped as he heard a loud sob come from his master bedroom. It reminded him of a scene from Blue Velvet which was followed by the aroma of cheap Italian cuisine.
Startled by the noise, Mike's first idea was to investigate.
As Mike walked towards his stained bedroom door, he looked around the house to check if there were any clues: a cigarette lighter on the floor by the bathroom.
"No way?" Mike gnarled to himself as he lusciously bent over and picked up the lighter, the position showing off his toned glutes. Deep down, he knew the lighter was Trevor's, but why?
What could Trevor possibly be doing in his house?
"I'm in here daddy-o!" a voice beckons through the hall breaking all doubt and mystery in little Mike's mind.
Mike sighed in relief, and with a skip in his step, came tumbling into his own place of sleep and masturbation as Trevor lay crumpled in Mike's room, shoving boxes of something under the sheets away from Mike's prying and beautiful raping eyes.
"Hey Trev, what the fuck ya watchin'?" Mike said putting the pieces of himself together as he calmed down and noticed his high-tech tube-TV on mute with his favorite masturbatory aide on, Beaver & Buttface, which he had spliced with footage of bumbling obese people using long and curved sticks just to be able to masturbate.
"I was just watching some stuff in your collection Mikey…" spoke Trevor as he gazed intently at Mike, face flushed with a deep tone of red with a very faint yet almost blue-ish aura encompassing him.
"Fuck you man creeping through my neck of the woods, how'd you get in and what the hell is stuffed in your motherfucking cheeks? You look like fucking Theodore from Alvin & the fucking Chipmunks, if you catch my drift."
Trevor swallowed audibly, gasping for air as he tried to ascertain what Mikey-poo just said, "Can you ask me, uhh, one question at a time please?"
"Nevermind, didn't think your shit was so retarded after that bass solo you played last night. I guess once a retard, always a retard huh Trev?"
Trevor nodded feverishly, looking almost ashamed of himself.
"I…I have something to tell you Michael." Trevor whimpered seemingly tranced by Mike's presence despite his waning stature.
"Well. Spit it out!" Mike shouted
"Tomahawk… tuah… there I spit but it's nothing but loogie now! Anyways you see, Mike…. it's a little too late for that ... I already swallowed it…"
"IT? WHAT IS IT?" Mike asked in a bratty tone.
"Pizza!" Trevor shouted autistically as he unveiled five fucking pizzas, four still in boxes. scattered on the King (for a day) sized bed, which left grease stains on Mike's already dirty sheets*.
Fun Fact: The sheets were, at one point, a pale green but were now almost completely covered in an off-white crust that Mike's had been adding to since January!
"TREVORRR?!" Mike squealed as he tucked the tip of his cock in line with his belt so it poked out but he didn't know it pokes out because he thought his shirt wasn't tucked in on the front.
"Oh…oh my ….that's" Trevor, now erect himself, managed to spurt out before he began to groan in what seemed to be pain to Mike, as that's all he ever knew.
"Ooga-fucking-booga, man! What is it now?"
"Y-y-y-y-y… nevermind" Trevor said realizing he might tuck it in if he's alerted to his compromised position.
"Trevor…I don't wanna alarm you or anything but…dude. You don't look so good."
"I mean I have been feeling kinda… blue."
"Trevor, it's not funny anymore. This is the thing I hate the most. Is this some sick prank? Is Trey here somewhere hiding in the closet waiting to get in the cuck chair? What the fuck is goin' on?"
"Hungry?" Trevor said as he tried handing a slice to Mike. That was when a loud gurgle that happened from inside Trevor's big boy belly.
"It is not a good day if you are not eating good." Trevor quipped "You said it yourself!"
"That's not the line, you-" Mike shouted, his sentence cut short by the pop of Trevor's already tight blue pants' button letting loose at least four additional flabs of fat Trevor had gained ever since watching that tape behind Mike's back for the first time, mere months ago. The thing shot out with immense speed and knocked Mike straight in his frenulum and tip, sending him back falling into his closet door which falls back allowing Mike's head to hit the ground with just enough force for some blood to drip down his neck as he ran up with adrenaline and hopped iin the bed with Trevor, scared shitless, yet rock hard from the jab at his sensitive tip, the only sensitive thing about him.
Trevor turned and saw the dribble of blood and without hesitation licked it upward and then sucked on the place of origin that the blood came from through Mike's greasy hair.
Mike, at a loss for words, could only sit there and realize it didn't feel half bad. The next thing he knew was that he was whimpering like a faggot, and he couldn't keep it in if he tried.
Trevor reached his left hand and began to caress Mike's tip while using his right to unzip, further revealing Mike's shaft and hairy base.
Mike was still moaning, whimpering and squealing, unable to get a word in edgewise. He hadn't fully submitted. His posture still disapproved, but the second Trevor started using tongue on his wound attempting to give brainalignus, he lost all control.
Trevor then saved up some blood in his mouth, as he had previously been swallowing it, making his fatness more and more uniquely perverted.
He then stuck his tongue out as far as he could in the wound causing Mike to scream out, "FUCK ME! HOLY FUCK!" and after that started wailing like a dying dog screaming bloody murder but in his own unique way.
Then Trevor took the accumulated blood and spat it all out onto Mike's rock hard cock. "I have to make you cum before the blood
dries daddy!" Trevor said with a devilish grin.
Mike's heart was pounding out of his toned (for now) chest; there was no way that he could pass up this opportunity to cum via his own blood lube.
Mike getting closer and closer to climax, released a loud and bodacious toot from his rectal archive. He got so embarrassed that his cheeks turned red, then all the way to blue, and back again.
Trevor sniffed with mal-intent. His cock, obviously still hard, began to pulsate for as long as the scent was still in the air.
"I'm new, I'M NEW! SLOW DOWN! PLEASE!" Mike pleaded with the earnesty of a thousand suns.
"I have to get you cumming before the blood dries up." Trevor snarkingly remarked, as he continued rubbing Mike's cock vigorously.
Then Trevor began to suck, moistening the blood and soul-searching his balls. Gluck, gluck, gluck!
Hearing this, Mike precame, a lot more than usual but he was so enthralled, only Trevor knew of the true magnitude of pre-seminal fluid. As he swallowed it, Trevor's shirt burst asunder revealing four even-more-so perfected flabs and a singular chest hair next to his right nipple which was somehow larger as if all the fat seemingly went to the right nipple.
Mike threw up and came at the sight of his growing majesty. He knew that Trevor had power over him, especially now due to his ever growing body.
Trevor screamed with pure unadulterated joy. "Double the feast!" he said with cum still in his mouth. gulp!
TO BE CONTINUED~
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