Micro Rocks Pt 3: A Consuming Addiction
Nathaniel was on cloud 9. Every night, he would gleefully wait for his roommate to fall asleep, creep over and fill that thick ass. There had been drawbacks from the first night, mixing alcohol and the rocks had kept him smaller for way longer than just the simple two hours. Forced to hide in his room all day, he missed work. It wasn't until late into the night, when he was just about head over heels with panic, did the effects finally wear off. "No mixing!" was the new hard rule. Everything just had to be hidden. He didn't always like to listen to himself when drunk. The rest was going off without a hitch. Chad being none the wiser..
One night, however, instead of being nice and neatly tucked away under his stomach, Chad's cock was running down the length of his thigh.The micro lion couldn't help but stare transfixed and flabbergasted. Chad was...Chad was bigger than him! That couldn't be right. Yet there was the proof pulsing in time to the bear's heartbeat. Fuzzy foreskin no match for the power of the wanting head, the bear's black shaft lay fully engorged. Groans about wet dream and his face nuzzled deeper into his arms, cock twitching. Nathaniel's ears started to blush as he watched precum bubble up through the slit, unable to divert his eyes. The lion had been led to believe he was the bigger of the two. Chad was always joking about how dates would make fun of his tiny disco stick. Nathaniel grabbed his shoulders with crossed arms, halting the intrusive thoughts before they ran away with him. It didn't matter. HE was the winner and that was the end of it.
Cautiously he approached, flattening his ears as sweat and musk wafted over him. Heat radiated in waves and he chastised himself for flinching. Each testilce firmly stratled the bear's shaft, the skin and tawny fur pulled tight. Careful of the needy organ, Nathaniel climbed on hands and knees. At the top, the tail fluttered in welcome. Planting himself between rounded cheeks, he tried to work his excitement to life but was having difficulty. The grey package just wouldn't respond. He glanced over his shoulder to the now leaking organ.
The next second, his world was sideways as momentum carried him through the air. Reflexively, primordial instincts took over and he automatically righted himself. The rest of the fall felt like an eternity, the distance too far. Body slammed and skirted across the carpet, rolling into a sock. Pain erupted, paralyzing as his brain took a minute to reset.
Blearily, Chad was sitting with his legs thrown over the side of the bed. A huge yawn ripped through him, exposing long fangs to the world as throat gaped. The lion wasn't able process the black and pink paw pads looming above. Chad slid off the bed, feet crashing to the floor.
Step after step, the unbelievably lucky cat was lodged deeper around the chest. Sausagey toes pinned him tight. Headless of the lion's plight, the bear groggily made his way out into the hall, not even bothering to grab the hoodie. Wasn't like Nathaniel was ever up this early anyway. The hallway light turned on and he padded down the stairs and through the living room.
Nathaniel couldn't even muster the strength to yell, sour brown fur suffocated him as it pressed against his face. He clung to giant toes for dear life, frozen in fear. Thick knobby bones locked him in and, like a rollercoaster, his perspective swung with each step. Fun. But, the downward hikes were a nightmare. The stress and pressure incredibly intense on his lower half. Thankfully there was not enough surface area to break his small bones, but the pain was hard to handle.
Arriving to the kitchen, Chad belined for the fridge. Slowly the massive cock started to shrink as the bear's attention fixated elsewhere. Nathaniel forced to watch as the head softened and eventually disappeared into the dangling, tawny sheath while the bear nibbled and picked. Eagerily, the two liter of milk was grabbed and chugged directly from the bottle. Rocking back and forth, swallow after swallow of the liquid disappeared. Capping the milk he dug more and found something interesting. A treat Nathaniel had left for work? A week's worth of chocolate covered berries. Chad grabbed the container and closed the door. Leaning against the counter with a crossed leg, he rattled his foot as he merrily picked out the prime pieces.
Nathaniel was cursing up a storm, trying not to get thrown, but it fell on deaf ears. Finally the shaking stopped as Chad, satisfied, finished his last piece. Carefully hr put the container back and finished up in the kitchen.
Near the top of the stairs the bear tripped slightly and Nathaniel was scrapped out from between toes. Chad continued on unaware, not to his bedroom but instead to the bathroom. Heart thundering in his throat, Nathaniel reassembled himself out of his pile. Stumbling, he got up and ran to get to his door, squeezing underneath in an undignified retreat.
That night he hid deeply under many covers, unable to sleep. If Chad was bigger than him, that means when they had gotten those hookers in downtown.... Had she been making fun of him?! And Teressa she had fucked Chad the month prior. Had she been reminiscing about HIM with that monster cock. Tossing and turning and fighting with his restless mind that night quickly bleed into the next morning.
And still it ate through him as he chewed a bite from his bowl of cereal. What about when they had traded dates at the festival? The chocolate flakes meant nothing to him. He was burning a hole through Chad's hoodie as the ursa cooked his eggs.
The bear turned to grab some spices and caught him staring. "Dude, if you want I can take a picture it'll last longer."
"Fuck off!" Nathaniel snapped, looking away, ears blushing.
He stopped visiting Chad's room. Dreams of being stepped on haunted him. Dragged throughout the streets strapped to a giant foot, suffering ridicules and slurs. Night after night he was losing sleep. It compounded the anxiety and soon the bottle became his best friend. At those times a few shots would quell the panic and he'd be off in a slumber.
A few weeks into his new habit and Chad was starting to notice a difference in his friend. He tried to be there, but Nathaniel shrugged him off, telling him that he was overreacting to nothing. Clearly something had though and they got into a small fight.
Nathaniel doubled down on his drinking that night. After the first few shots his fears were subsided. A few more and he was suddenly cocky. Then he was angry. Fuck Chad for lying to him. This was all the panda's fault. Chewy must of told him about the micro rocks. Chad had been trying to work him over from the beginning. What was the word? Conspiring! He didn't have work tomorrow. Fuck this! Fuck that! And fuck everything! He was gonna go back to Chad's room and finish what he started.
Angrily, Nathaniel rummaged through his desk. He found the hidden stash and packed himself a heavy bowl. Through the motions the intrepid lion brought himself to the foot of the brown bear's bed. In the green light of the lava lamp the huge paw pads loomed. It just made Nathaniel angrier. He spit at them, stumbling over himself as he passed.
This time Chad's dick was barely poking out from underneath his ballsack, the tip a very tiny puckered o. Nathaniel ignored it and was about to make his climb when he stopped, drunkenly processing. Slowly a sloppily grin spread over his face and he gave himself a quick jerk. It was crazy but his drunken brain didn't see a problem with that.
The sheath was protecting the entire member, holding everything close and making it seem small. Nathaniel knew everything about that was a lie. He tugged at the bear's foreskin. Malleable and stretched easily. A tiny bit pulled back and he examined the slit. Yeah his cock could fit in there. Eashily. He pulled apart the inky skin. In fact, he could probably fit his whole upper body. This wouldn't work. No resistance. Chad needed to be hard.
Without hesitation, Nathaniel drunkenly shoved as much of himself as he could underneath the foreskin. With a nice solid grip, he wrapped his arms around the head and stroked as much as he could. Slowly everything started to respond and grow warm. Impatiently, he gave the dark flesh a long lick. Expansion increased his gusto. Space was running out before the shaft surged forward and the sheath pulled back, forcing the lion to reposition. Just a tiny bit more. There was still too much give when squeezing that fat head. Nathaniel dipped down and gave the frenulum a long nibble up. The bear mumbled pleasurably and a thick spurt of pre shot over Nataniel. The lion cursed as he away wiped the goo. Chad was fully hard though.
And so was Nathaniel. He grabbed his own pointed cock and rubbed it along the outside of the other's head, large precum making his skin glide. Nathaniel may not have been as long or as thick, but had enough of an upward arch so that girls would always wanna grind on him. The two fleshy "spikes" protruding from either side of his head would make them cum so hard. Afterwards he'd have them lick their juices off his balls. Just thinking about it made him flex. He aligned himself, dragging his cock once up and down before slipping inside.
He sucked in the gasp as he entered in one thrust. The entire tunnel was sleek. Every pulse of Chad's cock would grip pleasantly down. Not as tight as the bear's ass but it was definitely firmer.
Nathaniel had to hug against the thick head to balance. The alcohol drowned out the implications to him. He started to thrust, slow at first, hips milking the long movements as pressure resisted him. Soon the flesh opened though and he settled on a sharp medium pace. Heat radiated harder and the next flex almost lifted the lion off his feet. He thrust deeper to counterbalance and suddenly his balls were engulfed. Going with it, he grinded himself. A throaty moan escaped. The arousal built and he was rock hard, over the edge. A brief pause, before large, thick spurts clenched his features as he emptied himself to wave after wave of pleasure. Finally his body relented and he shivered, satisfied.
Chad however was not. The panda rolled onto his side and grabbed his junk reflexively, desperate for continued stimulation. Nathaniel was trapped, heart pounding. Instinctively, he bit down on stubby fingers. Teeth punctured a cuticle and the titanic hand jerked away. Grumpily, the bear rolled back onto his stomach. With nowhere to run, the massive erection pinned the poor cat. Mercilessly, Chad began to grind himself into the mattress, a soft shudder escaping his throat.
The force and weight on top the lion was massive. Slow, long drags battered him repeatedly into the bed, scrambling his senses. Unbeknownst, each thrust was slowly pushing him higher. Conscious was about to fade, when suddenly for a brief split second all of it was gone. Nathaniel was allowed to breath. Then Chad's cock slammed back down with full force, the oozing slit still loose from the previous misuse gaped as the panda drug his hips in circles.
Skin and flesh surrounded Nathaniel. There was nothing the cat could do to escape as Chad dreamed fleeting of white. Slowly the warmth changed and began to swell across hid feet. The path of least resistance made,the muscles were unable to keep him out. The lion didn't understand what was happening, not that he would have been able to resist even if he had. The taste of precum washed over him and Nathaniel gagged.
The next thrust was a little harder, and combined with newfound lube, the warmth suddenly moved to his shins...then his thighs. Nathaniel mentally roared still choking on pre as he realized what was happening. Panic intensified as his waist was swallowed next.
"Yeah...you like that?" Chad mumbled as he adjusted slightly. Efforts redoubled and a shiver of pleasure etched down his spine as the last of the lion was forced down his slit.
The cat yelled for his roommate to stop but it was futile. Arms pinned to his sides, everything moved around him. Body sealed tight as the distant drum of Chad's heart echoed. Nathaniel thrashed, trying to pull his arms up. Achieving nothing, each movement made the muscles contract and pull him deeper. The slick internals reeked of bleach and just in the distance, he wasn't sure, he thought he heard a gurgle. Finally he settled, trying to run through his options.
Suddenly, primordial bells and whistles were going off and Chad's dreams were interrupted. The brown panda woke. He sat up, blearily. The hard, pulsing cock between his legs wasn't a surprise. For good measure, he gave himself a few tugs. A tickle of pleasure centered in his base and begged him to continue, but the call of the wild was pestering.
He got out of bed without bothering to dress and left his room. Green light followed him into the hallway and he headed straight to the bathroom. With each step, he noticed his cock bouncing more than usual.
The light flicked on and the fan whirred causing dust to rain down from the blades. Chad sighed as he positioned himself over the bowl, aiming his unruly cock with his right hand as he leaned against the wall on his left. Slowly, he relaxed into the familiar sensation of his bladder trying to let go. But for some reason, he just couldn't. There was something stopping him. An uncomfortable pressure inside.
The poor cat lay there mewing to himself, stuck. This was how the king of beasts was to go. Drunk addled brain played out various scenarios. First there would be a missing person's report. How long would it take them to file it? A day? A week? The search wouldn't even happen. In a month or two he'd be another cold case. There wouldn't even be a body for his poor mama to bury. The cat mewed again, pitying himself.
Suddenly liquid was tickling his toes. They were engulfed in warmth. His ears perked up. The sensation tried to creep forwards but stopped at his waist. The cat froze, not knowing what to do as pressure began to build against his back side.
Chad took a deep breath and bore down.
The walls flexed around Nathaniel. Brained screamed at him to do something but what. Droplets started to wiggle past him as simoustanly the piquant smell of stale urine flooded his nose and mouth.
Chad bit his lip, frustrated, pushing down as hard as he could.
Nathaniel held his breath in anticipation as he was slowly pushed forward. Arcs started to spurt around him before suddenly the golden torrent was rushing by.
Chad grunted in relief as finally the piss started dribbling out of him in multiple streams. He hastily fought his erection to aim. Hopefully he wasn't getting a kidney stone. Maybe lay off the soda and drink some more water he thought.
He rocked back and forth on large toes. Everything was coming out so slow. No matter how hard he tried nothing would speed it up. Finally the tank grew empty and he gave himself a few loving taps to get the last drops. At least he felt better.
Nathaniel on the other hand. The wet little lion was slipping easily back through the panda's tubing. Chad gave a surprised moan as he washed his hands. What was up with his dick today? That kneading tickle was still there.
The lion reached Chad's base again. His body constricted even tighter but this time the muscles were able to guide him in. The distant heartbeat became steady and thunderous as he was worked through the darkness.
Chad examined his head. Barely brushing a thumb over the surface caused him to shudder. So sensitive. No way he was going to be able to wear underwear today. His prostate suddenly twitched and he nearly came as a large glob of cum drizzled.
BWAaaap! BWAaaap! BWAaaap!
Annoyingly, Chad could hear his alarm cry for attention. Quickly he ran back to his room, not wanting the damn thing to wake Nathaniel.
'Was it that time already?' he thought to himself switching over the small lever. That's right. He remembered. Today was the day he had to train the new employee. He grumbled. There was no time. With a tired stretch, he ignored his cock and shut the door.