Only One Bite - Epilogue (Patreon)

A Christmas Sequel to A Small Bite🎄

Matt still filled the entire living room and dining room on New Year’s Eve. His size was breathtaking, difficult to process even after a whole week. That colossal body claimed the space around him from wall to wall. He lay exactly as he had all week, on his back, his shoulders broader than the room itself, pressing close to opposite walls and forcing the space to adapt around him rather than the other way around. His chest rose and fell beneath Joey like a living landscape; each breath lifted an immense weight before letting it settle again with a deep sound that seemed to vibrate through the floor.

Each pectoral was a vast mass of flesh and muscle, smooth and rounded, with a glossy sheen from how much his skin had stretched. His arms pushed outward like enormous causeways, so thick and heavy they looked glued to the ground; his forearms were wider than any furniture they owned. His legs were immense, and the bright blue mound between them was as heavy and pinned to the ground as ever. Even his neck and traps rose beneath Joey’s seat like mountains, packed solid and unmoving.

Matt couldn’t turn, couldn’t adjust, and couldn’t follow the motion on top of him; there was just too much happening. When he inhaled, the surface beneath the boys tilted upward almost imperceptibly, and the enormous weight beneath them shifted as one solid mass before easing back down again. It was subtle, but they felt it every time.

The forty boys were everywhere at once, well aware of where they could run and where they had to slow down, instinctively avoiding areas that were too sensitive for their games. They laughed, jumping on the stretchy fabric covering his lower area as if it were a trampoline. Some sprinted along the long arcs of his arms and launched themselves onto his chest as their bare feet skidded slightly against the smooth skin.

Others climbed higher, scrambling over the area where his chest peaked, using the natural curves like hills they had memorized, and playfully taking breaks around the massive nipples. A few slid straight down the broad rise, laughing as gravity carried them until they hit the shallow dip between the two massive pecs and had to scramble back out again. The surface gave just enough to be forgiving, and his chest absorbed every landing with tender solidity.

The boys felt the density beneath them—how their playscape didn’t wobble, just held, unyielding and secure. When too many of them gathered in one place, Matt’s breath grew heavier, and his heart pounded, loving the sensation of having his boys so happily moving atop him. It was sweet, filling him deeply with a paternal pride he could barely contain.

Their excitement hadn’t decreased at all after a whole week of constant playing. If anything, it felt sharper tonight—faster, louder—because they knew this was the last time they would feel the slow rise of Matt’s breathing beneath them, the last time his chest would be big enough to be a place to play instead of just a body.

“Bet I can get from Dad’s shoulder to his elbow without touching the floor!” one of them shouted excitedly, and Matt could only feel his tiny feet running.

“You already tried that!” another yelled back, laughing as he skidded to a stop and changed direction toward the top of Matt’s chest.

Joey sat near Matt’s head, relaxed against the towering wall of muscle. He reached out without looking to steady a boy who slipped near Matt’s collarbone, brushed another’s hair back when he stumbled, and laughed softly when Matt’s deep voice rumbled beneath them in response to the chaos. It had been their rhythm for seven days, and no matter how much the kids laughed or how much they moved, their dads couldn’t get enough of them.

Matt exhaled deeply, and the sound rolled through his chest like a faint earthquake. “You guys are going to wear me out before midnight.”

“You don’t get tired, Dad,” someone said breathlessly, running halfway across his arm.

Joey leaned down and kissed Matt’s cheek. “They’re right. You’ve been indestructible all week. So loving and so sexy at the same time.” His voice softened as his hand traced the edge of Matt’s jaw. “You’ve been incredible.”

Matt looked into Joey’s eyes and smiled. Their lips met in a soft kiss that made their stomachs flutter. When they pulled apart, Matt’s voice dropped lower, meant only for Joey. “I loved this,” he said. “Every second of it.”

Joey smiled. “I know.”

There was a pause as they just stared at each other’s faces. “I’ll admit I miss moving. Just a little,” Matt added, with a faintly playful grin.

Joey lifted a brow. “Only a little?”

“Only because my mind’s on something else now,” Matt replied. “And I’m going to need mobility for it. It’s something I can’t shake off my head.”

Joey tilted his head, curious and trying to read Matt’s expression. “Oh? And what exactly is so important that you’re already planning ahead?”

Matt waited until the boys slid away from his chest again, smirked, and gestured to Joey to come closer. “Getting you pregnant,” he whispered.

The words sent a shiver through Joey’s body. He froze, not because the idea was new, but because it sounded like a firm decision. They had talked about it all week, casually, circling the possibility. Still, part of Joey had expected the old hesitation to return once the holidays ended, or once the magic coursing through Matt’s body wore off. He’d expected caution to reclaim its place, but Matt sounded serious—and almost eager—about it.

“Are you sure?” Joey asked, barely able to contain his excitement.

Matt didn’t answer right away. He watched the boys in the distance, enjoying their laughter and loving how they confidently moved across his body. “I am,” he said finally. “And it’s not the magic messing with my mind. Watching them up here for seven days changed something in me. It made me realize I don’t want to pull back anymore.”

“But we already have forty kids,” Joey said softly. “You always say—”

Matt interrupted. “I want more kids with you, Joey,” he said firmly. “I’ve always wanted them, but now I can’t deny it anymore.”

Joey exhaled in delight as the last of his doubts eased away. “I thought you’d talk yourself out of it.”

“Not this time,” Matt responded, smiling.

They kissed again for a long moment, more passionately but still tenderly.

Joey glanced toward the clock and smiled playfully. “It’s almost midnight. I’ll put them to bed. Then we can focus on what comes next. We’re not resting until I’m pregnant again. Got it?”

“I’ll be right here,” Matt whispered, winking at Joey.

That wink was enough to stir something inside Joey, sending a shiver up his spine.

Joey turned and raised his voice toward the crowd of kids running everywhere. “Alright, big boys. Time to get ready for bed. Dad and Daddy need to get some rest, okay?”

The familiar chorus of groans followed, but the boys gathered anyway. One by one, they climbed toward Matt’s head, wrapping their arms around his face and shoulders, talking over one another as they thanked him again and again.

“Thank you again, Dad.”

“This was the best week ever.”

“I wish it didn’t have to stop.”

Matt laughed at the comment. “Me too. But I loved every second of it.”

“Could it ever happen again?” someone asked.

“Maybe. I’d love that,” Matt said without hesitation.

Joey smiled at the exchange and gestured for them to climb down Matt’s body. “Come on, boys. I want you all in bed in five minutes.”

The descent looked choreographed by now. Matt felt it like a gentle stampede of bare feet and laughter flowing down the long slopes of his body and into the hallway. Joey followed close behind, guiding them, catching their elbows, and reminding them to slow down. It was so tender that Matt couldn’t help but chuckle as the beautiful chaos moved off his body.

The bedtime routine unfolded how it always did, a practiced mess that worked efficiently. The boys put on mismatched pairs of pajamas, some inside out, and some already half-buttoned by the time Joey walked into a bedroom. He knelt to straighten collars, helped with stubborn snaps, and laughed softly when two boys ended up swapping tops without noticing. Toothbrushing followed in a neat kind of chaos, with foam-spotted grins in the mirror and kind reminders to rinse, spit, and try again when someone rushed.

One room at a time, the energy softened. Joey pulled up blankets and adjusted pillows. He smoothed hair back from the boys’ foreheads, softly kissing each of them while reminding them how much fun they’d had during the week—and how, after the New Year, they could have even more fun, just not atop their dad. The boys settled slowly, closing their eyes as the house grew quieter with every door he closed behind him.

Meanwhile, Matt was alone for the first time in seven days. No one was on him, and it felt odd, as if something was missing in his heart. He had grown used to having kids running everywhere, even having sleepovers on his pecs. He even missed Joey’s presence beside his head, even though it had only been a few minutes.

The silence felt enormous. Matt took a deep breath and smiled to himself. “I loved being so big,” he whispered. “I loved being their whole world.” He chuckled softly, then added thoughtfully, “And if Joey gets pregnant again, I might need to get even bigger next time.”

That was when something brushed lightly against his hip, and he immediately knew it was Joey’s hand—it was impossible not to recognize his touch.

Matt smirked without looking. “So,” he said as the touch moved softly, “exploring the area one last time before I shrink?”

Joey chuckled and answered warmly. “There’s a lot to explore, but I’m doing something more than just that, my big, big, big man.”

Joey climbed carefully onto him, paying close attention to every step and every touch, with only one thing in mind: teasing Matt. Every shift of his weight felt different now that they were alone, and Matt could feel something deep within stirring. The magic flooding his body responded to Joey’s touch faster than Matt could handle, shortening his breath and making his chest heave as Joey settled above his hips.

“What are you doing?” Matt said, slightly breathless, feeling Joey’s hands move over the pouch of the magic jockstrap.

The fabric molded perfectly to Matt’s impossible size, glowing faintly where it curved and dipped to keep everything contained and out of the way. It felt warm beneath Joey’s hands, responding differently to the touch than it had all week.

“I’m only claiming what’s always been mine,” Joey said, playfully leaning forward to pat the massive, bright blue bulge. “Time to release the beast.”

Joey worked slowly, using his whole body to pull the waistband down to reveal the massive cock and overfilled balls. The fabric resisted at first, tightening instinctively as if it sensed the change coming, then easing in small increments as it loosened. He paused often, repositioning his grip, letting the fabric relax before continuing, and scanning the beautiful equipment the fabric hid for a whole week.

Matt could barely resist the urge to moan as his body grew more sensitive the more Joey exposed, touched, and teased.

“Joey, Joey—I—” he breathed out when Joey’s whole body brushed against his cock.

Bit by bit, the jockstrap loosened, leaving Matt’s body on full display. When the last of it finally gave way, the jockstrap sagged uselessly in Joey’s hands, and Matt’s balls expanded slightly in all directions, claiming even more space. Joey gasped in delighted surprise, moving his hand over the head that, even when soft, was truly gigantic. He couldn’t contain a devilish grin when the cock came to life and rose before his eyes.

“You always know how to impress me, big guy,” Joey teased.

Matt exhaled deeply, feeling his cock grow and harden while Joey’s hand moved along the shaft, all the way to the base. Wrapping his arms around the thick monster, Joey couldn’t resist the need to give it some squeezes that made Matt’s whole body tremble. By now, both men were almost lost in desire for each other, slowly surrendering to their needs in response to the magic that had started 7 days ago.

But first, Joey made his way back up toward Matt’s head, revealing himself to a deeply aroused Matt. Joey was naked, and up close, Matt couldn’t help but gasp at the striking sight. His belly pushed forward in a heavy curve that never flattened after the forty babies. It was soft and substantial; the skin stretched smooth and warm as it jiggled slightly with each step.

His hips flared wide, permanently broadened, giving him a powerful stance even while climbing, with thighs thick and brushing as he moved. Above it all, his tits were rounded and weighty, hanging heavy and filled to the brim, looking plumper than ever for reasons he didn’t question. Against Matt’s immense scale, he looked smaller, but not fragile. Joey was solid, fertile, and unmistakably ready for another pregnancy.

Matt laughed softly at the sight, openly pleased. “You’re naked,” he said.

“You sound surprised,” Joey replied, grinning and playfully pushing his tits together to put on a little show for his man. “Do you like it?”

“Oh, I love it,” Matt responded, smirking as Joey got even closer.

“You said you want more kids, and I’m more than ready,” Joey whispered, resting closer, driven by his hormonal arousal that never seemed to fade.

Matt let out a soft breath, smiling. “Oh, I’m ready. More than ready. So ready that I’d get you pregnant right now if I could.”

“Who says we can’t do it right now?” Joey added, leaning in to kiss Matt’s lips long and passionately. “Seeing you like this, so enormous, so strong, so hot. It makes me want to have at least forty more kids with you.” He shifted closer, brushing his soft belly against Matt’s skin.

Matt’s breathing grew heavier as if Joey’s touch was activating something within. “Forty? That’s greedy, but I love it,” he said, almost breathlessly.

“Forty was a good start,” Joey said, smiling. “And you loved seeing me like that. So full of our kids. So, unable to do anything but let it happen.”

Matt’s expression softened, but he could feel a heat spreading through his whole body. “I did. I really did.” He panted heavily at this point, unable to deny his horniness. “Joey, I need to fuck you! I can’t resist it! I need it!”

Joey’s grin widened. “I was counting on it.”

He kissed Matt’s lips one last time and moved away again, slowly returning to the massive cock to stroke it using his whole body. At full mast, the 30-foot-long cock looked immense, but Joey only grinned at it and started climbing toward the tip, pausing every other foot to rub, stroke, or caress the sensitive skin.

Meanwhile, Matt could barely contain the loud moans that wanted to escape his lips, still letting out soft gasps when Joey brushed against specific spots. He couldn’t comprehend the scale and Joey’s positioning, but he felt every motion, every rub, every firm stroke. Then, he felt a jolt coursing through his whole shaft, from tip to base, forcing a deep groan from his throat. He didn’t know what Joey was doing, but it almost felt as if he was making out with his slit.

The sensation was too overwhelming to process, and each passing second sent a new jolt through his body that left him barely conscious. The more Joey moved, the less Matt’s brain understood what was happening. And it wasn’t until Matt felt something pressing firmly against his slit that the idea clicked in his mind: Joey wanted to get pregnant before he shrank.

It sounded absurd, but Matt neither could nor wanted to stop it.

Over the next few minutes, Matt’s mind turned into a blurry mess. The sensation was so intense that he could barely register anything happening outside his cock and how Joey’s body somehow stretched around it. Nothing could’ve prepared him for that. Not even in his wildest dreams would he imagine Joey taking 30 feet of cock the way he did. But when he felt Joey’s massive butt pressing against his hips, announcing the whole shaft was inside him, Matt’s eyes rolled inside, overwhelmed by pleasure.

“Ugh! So big. So, so big,” Joey moaned out, barely conscious, panting heavily, and feeling Matt’s cock throb violently inside him.

For them, the world collapsed around them. Matt could barely open his eyes as the most intense pleasure he had ever experienced washed over him. He felt Joey’s body shifting, squirming, and adjusting around his impossible size, leaving him unable to do anything but moan. And when Joey started moving up and down, bouncing, riding the gigantic shaft, Matt barely had the strength to remain conscious.

Within minutes, Joey was bouncing at full speed, driven only by desire, and Matt’s cock leaked thick pre-cum into him like a hose.

Outside, fireworks began to crackle in the distance every other minute. Inside, Joey moved up and down, feeling his belly already filling up with a steady flow. As the clock ticked toward midnight, the intensity escalated to such a degree that both were moving on pure instinct—horny, instinctual desire to breed. Their mouths were open as moans came out without restraint. Joey’s hands caressed Matt’s cock through his skin, and Matt’s brain collapsed.

Matt moaned so loud that the whole room shook as he felt a deep internal pull, like pressure turning inward instead of outward. His massive frame trembled beneath Joey, his muscles tightened and released in uneven waves as his body couldn’t hold back anymore. Incessant fireworks announced midnight—the New Year, and the impossible size Matt had carried all week began to loosen its hold as his cock exploded into Joey.

Joey cried out immediately, feeling his belly inflate rapidly. Heat spread through his core in powerful surges, one after another, as if his body had been waiting for this exact moment. His belly pushed outward in all directions with shocking speed in rolling expansions that stole his breath. It grew to resemble a beach ball, then further, then further still, growing vast and heavy in seconds. It was too much, too intense, but arching his back in pleasure, Joey smiled.

This sensation was what he had been waiting for all night.

Meanwhile, Matt’s body slowly shrank. The vast breadth of his chest no longer pressed so hard into the air. His shoulders shuddered, drawing in by degrees as the magic drained away. He could feel all the mass moving from his body, as if each gallon of cum that he pumped into Joey took away the immense bulk.

Both men were overwhelmed, caught in the sensations coursing through their bodies as one shrank and the other expanded, rounder, in all directions. They were dizzy, riding the edge of consciousness, but the moment was far from over.

Joey’s tits reacted to the immense volume of cum entering his body.

The sensation hit hard and fast, a sudden warmth spreading outward as if his body had skipped every warning sign. His tits grew heavier in moments; the flesh tightened and swelled with urgent pressure, aching as it filled beyond logic. His tits soon grew to twice their size and still kept expanding. The skin stretched, and the milk production inside increased by the second, quickly making the chest look like a pair of yoga balls that rested atop Joey’s belly.

There was no easing into it—just a blunt, undeniable response that left him gasping as his hands instinctively moved up to feel the expanding mounds. The touch triggered a sudden and intense response that made Joey shiver. Milk burst out of both nipples like fountains, letting milk rain over the immense belly that rested now heavily on the ground, stretching over 30 feet in front of him, 25 feet tall, and 20 feet wide. Joey’s body was tiny compared to it.

Joey let out a shaky, broken moan, overwhelmed by the sensitivity. “Ugh!” he breathed. “I think—I think you got me pregnant.”

By then, Matt had shrunk almost entirely, but his cock kept shooting.

The last of the magic tore through him in sharp waves, and his body shuddered as the towering scale finally collapsed inward. Within minutes, the massive immobility gave way to strength that could move again. When it stopped, he was still enormous—standing at 7’0” tall and massively muscular, bigger than any heavyweight bodybuilder that had ever existed.

He was right behind Joey, his cock still buried deep inside him. His balls still hung like a pair of beach balls between his legs, almost reaching the ground, proof that his cock hadn’t reduced to its previous size.

Still, he focused on Joey, shakily reaching forward to caress the immense belly. “Damn, look at you,” he whispered, still catching his breath. He kissed Joey’s shoulder, moving up to his neck. “You always look hot… but this—” He shook his head, smiling. “You look perfect.”

Joey rested a hand over his chest, feeling the milk slosh inside. He didn’t need to look down to understand what his body was already doing. Leaning back against Matt, aware of the persistent echo still pulsing through his body, Joey smiled.

“Well,” he whispered, moving one hand to his middle. “It was intense.”

Matt let out a quiet laugh. “Everything’s intense with you, Joey,” he said, holding him tight. “Subtle’s not really your thing.”

Joey chuckled and tilted his head to look at him. “Says the man who spent a week being a literal playground.”

“Hey,” Matt replied, laughing. “It was the best week ever.”

Joey’s smile widened, feeling his body shift within. He glanced down, then back up at Matt. “You know this isn’t going to be small,” he said, softly rubbing his taut skin.

Matt didn’t hesitate. He reached for Joey’s hand and joined the gentle motion. “I know,” he said. “And I also know you’re enjoying that thought way too much.”

Joey laughed. “Maybe. Just a little.” His thumb absentmindedly brushed over Matt’s knuckles. “I kind of like knowing my body’s already getting ideas.”

Matt leaned in, kissing his cheek. “Then just enjoy it,” he said. “We’ll keep up. We have forty kids already. We can handle forty more, or a hundred more, or two hundred more.”

Joey chuckled, resting his head against Matt’s shoulder. “Yeah. We can.” He turned his head and kissed Matt’s lips. “Happy New Year, big guy,” he said lovingly.

Matt smiled, kissing him back. “Happy New Year,” he answered. “Something tells me this one’s going to be busy, to say the least.”

Joey chuckled, already feeling his body agree.

THE END

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PS: Hey everyone, this is a Christmas-special sequel to an old story of mine, "A Small Bite," with a very different twist. We also get a mention of another character of mine, Nick, from my story "Christmas Magic." The plot is a suggestion I received from a special friend on Tumblr, and I had to write it. Anyways, ENJOY!