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Carl looks down at himself in the mirror. He's been scratching at the stains in his wife beater wondering if you would care whether or not about the dinginess of his room's current state. His head turns over to stare at crestfallen bedsheets. Chips and neon energy drink spillings paint the bed in a vivid portrait of a typical, average college dropout, but the king sized mattress adds the rich kid genre onto the piece. But at the moment, he didn't care about him being a spoiled rich kid or not.
Carl only cares about being spoiled by you.
Carl's known you for about a year now, having connected online in a gaming server after you made him cackle with laughter with bad puns and corny one liners. Around a dozen of games like this later, you invited him to your dm's, which Carl accepted with a nervous chuckle. You were even funnier in an one on one conversation, and soon Carl found himself smiling in his fully broken in gamer chair more and more lately. When he found out that you were situated in the Payton area, his heart sort of stopped, but Carl kept his cool.
"Yeah dude, I'm around that area too."
"Oh, really? What part? At this point this state's nothing more than ghost towns and salt mines. Probably ghosts in the salt mines."
While Carl had to suppress a darker than usual chuckle at the unintentionally accuracy of the joke, he confessed his location.
"Echo? Where's that?"
Carl found himself blinking, guess there were some people who just straight up forgot about the town's recent tumultuous splash into the mainstream news. It's been about 6 months since the incident, and Carl's family was still in the process of moving all of the family's assets out of the literal ghost town. It was a slow process for the move, as the family never had to worry about the state of the town, no matter how far the town itself had fallen. Even after the drama that practically caused the town to dissipate even further into the desert sand it rests upon, the Hendricks had enough funds and assets to last for several economic depressions over.
"I'll send you a Maps link, but I'll warn ya, it's gonna be helluva drive out here. I don't think the road's been repaved since the 90's to be honest."
Your voice chuckles over Carl's headset.
"It's alright, my bike is a pretty nimble sort, it'll be able to dodge those potholes like their land mines."
"Just be sure to make it over here with all your pieces intact, I'd be pretty upset if the important bits got blown off into the lake."
"I'll be sure to save my dick for you, ram. Don't worry, I'll guard that with my life."
Carl laughed and soon both said their sayonaras.
It's now been a day since that conversation that Carl, while not a nervous wreck, knows that he's probably not quite ready for a visitor anytime soon. It's not even an issue with the messiness of his bedroom, you've shown him pictures of your room before and it's just as sad as his. Both laughed over the equally traumatic states of their spaces.
Carl looks toward the closet and wonders if there's another set of shirts. He's probably going to end up wearing his usual blue hoodie, but it's been feeling a bit tighter than usual lately.
...
From all the muscle he's put on, of course?
Carl pats his gut, smirking at the bounce from each hit. If there's one thing he didn't have to worry about for a change, it would be his weight. It's not like it's coming purely from a place of self-confidence, though from how Carl self-deprecates one would think that would be the case, but no. He knows his guest tonight appreciate a little, extra, to say the least.
Carl flexes his beefy arms and broad shoulders in the mirror as he remembers the first time he found out about your "interest". After a relatively relaxed chat bouncing back and forth randomly, the conversation came to land on health and exercising, and more specifically, body types. You were talking about how you try to get a decent cardio run once a week, because you had a "swimmer's body" and it needed some maintenance.
Carl snickered, "The only run I need to make is from my room to the kitchen. Weights and lifting are the only words I use at my gym."
"Oh, how much can you deadlift? Like 300? 350?"
"Dude, I weigh about 300, if I could only deadlift 300, I'd just be a blob with bones."
"3-300 pounds, you say?" An awkward teeter of a laugh comes out.
"Yeah, I'm a big ram alright. You should see my ass in shorts, bro, them things are tight.
"Dang man, you got a video of you squatting?" You nervously chuckled back.
"What? You wanna see me deadlift 800 pounds like it's nothing? And after that a 500 bench press?" Carl's smirk pierces through the headset.
"I-i'm more focused on leg work, honestly. Big guys like you are really... impressive to say the least, heh."
"Well, the only type of maintenance I do is make sure I get all the food I can to keep all this muscle. That's why they call it fast food, cause I pack it away so fast."
"..."
Carl sat with his smirk slowly drooping from his, wondering if he had said too much.
"I'm about 5'3, so I can't have too much meat on my bones."
Carl's eyes widened in surprise.
"Dang, man, I could use you as a curling iron at that height." The smirk is back.
"But don't worry, I have plenty of friends around that height. You'd fit in fine in that gang of gnomes."
"I'm 110 pounds."
Carl's heart stopped.
"Oh, so you're that kinda tiny."
"Dude, you're like almost triple my weight!" You yelped, Carl bursting out in a fit of giggles. "I can't help it if genetics decided that I could save money shopping in the kid's section."
"I'm pretty sure my thighs weigh more than you alone."
"God, that's hot." A quiet sigh of an admittance leaked out.
Then both parties went silent. Carl could hear the blushing from over the dead mic. Carl didn't know whether to keep up the smirk facade or start blush reddening himself.
The conversation from there was just a collection of stutters and stumbling pauses, desperate to get off the subject before it got so awkward their faces would crack like glass from the cringes on their faces. However, eventually things smoothed out over the next few talks, to the point where you decided to invite yourself over to Carl's place. Carl didn't mind of course. His parents were never home and there was plenty of food in the fridge, some of it fish and greens that Flynn cooked for him a while back.
"Oh yeah, Flynn." Carl's eyes round upward.
Carl hasn't told any of his Echo friends about you, not out of avoidance but just general neglect. You know about his friends out of your curiosity, but Carl hasn't gone too deep with the explanations.
"Eh, whatevs," Carl mutters, snatching a hoodie that's been staring at him for the last minute, "they're probably busy with work. Won't have to worry about them popping by."
Carl slides on the ol' reliable blue, slipping downward by his horns normally until about past the neck and elbows. A combination of muscle and... beef stops the normally fitting hoodie at the biceps and stomach region. A little bit of excess drag is gonna be needed.
"Alright, c'mon down, old boy." Carl grunts out as it steadily runs down the ram's body. It's a bit of a squeeze, but it works. He then tries moving in it, and almost laughs, but is stopped by the fact that his lungs are a tad squished by the fabric. He looks towards the mirror and his mouth falls as his eyes rise.
"Woah, I'm big."
He's about to undo the hoodie zipper to let his gut breathe, until he hears the doorbell ring. His neck twists towards his phone when he realizes he's gotten a few texts from his guest. He turns back towards the mirror, deciding that skin tight is not technically naked, before sauntering towards the door.
"I'm coming, I'm coming." Carl mumbles under his breath, as shallow as it is. "Just keep your pants on."
Carl makes it to the door, and before taking the handle, sighs and pats his gut.
"I'm trusting you on this one, ya hear?"
He unlocks the door, and there, standing in all your twinkish glory, was You.
"Hey You, what's up?"
Yes, You. You Anon.
Your parents named you, You. Don't ask why you haven't gotten the name changed, it's just stuck.
You're gazing around the vast desert that Carl's house seems to just reside above, when you finally turn to the ram.
"Oh, you know, just gazing at all this nothing aroun- where are your pants?"
Pants?
Pants.
oh shit, pants.
Carl's head breaks the sound barrier to glance if his junk is out, when luckily no, the bush and other lawn equipment is stored away. However, it feels a bit chilly for a reason.
"Power to the players, huh?"
"Uh, gaming merch is still plenty comfortable."
Carl's about to slip into snark mode again until he looks back up and notices you blushing, hard. Practically biting your lip while your eyes are making direct contact with his crotch. Carl looks down again and notices he's packing a hunk of a half-chub, the bulge rounding out quite a bit of the boxer's front. Well, for Carl it's a half-chub, but it's basically a soda can for everyone else.
Noticing the now really awkward silence, Carl takes the initiative.
"You wanna come inside?"
bad choice of words bad choice of words bad choice of words
"S-sure." Words stumbling out of your mouth's gate.
Carl steps aside and gestures his arms towards the door. You hurriedly stroll right inside, head down to disguise your tomato red face. Carl notices your perked fluff ball of a tail as it passes by, flickering back and forth like a stoplight confused on what to do with the pent up cars, as a whole train slams through on the railroads.
"I got me a bottom tonight." Carl slowly smirks.
He then remembers that, yes, this is his house, and that he should eventually go back inside.
Carl's hooves tap through the door, walking along to the kitchen, where he finds you sitting at the table, down on your phone, seemingly really into whatever is on the screen. Carl saunters up to you, gut reaching your head first. Your head turns towards the sensation before noticing it's all furry guts, and glory.
"Woah," head flinches back, "you still wearing your baby clothes? That zipper looks like it's about to burst."
The snide remarks do a lot, but they can't hide the blush on your face. Carl's inner smugness paints his next actions.
"Yeah, I didn't realize how old they were until I put them on. I like the design of them though, it's why I've kept it all these years, through thick and thin."
mostly thick though, heh
"You want anything from the fridge?" Carl points a thumb over his shoulder, "It should still have plenty from the last time my folks stocked it."
"I am feeling rather parched, yeah, you got anything sweet?"
"'Do I got anything sweet.' Dude, mom's the CEO of Big Ice Cream, remember? Freezer's practically all bars and cartons." The wide buck pulled the door open, revealing a treasure trove of snacks and frozen delights.
"Oh damn," your eyes widen, "guess you really are the Ice Cream Boy after all."
"Yep, 'I scream for your cream' they like to say."
You're trying to figure out if he knows the dual-meaning behind that slogan until you're met with another dual-meaning behind. A behind that means enough for two. A fat ass goddamn i-
The buck is in the cold freezer, leaning deep into it, and his butt is squaring you right in your face. This wouldn't really be much more than a funny joke at Carl's expense if it weren't for the fact it's thicker and more mountainous than any booty you've seen on a dude. Honestly, it's wider and rounder than a lot of female ones you've come across. The boxer briefs don't leave much to the imagination either, so all the mass in those pants is au naturel.
He's taking his sweet ass (heh) time looking for some ice cream, and his wide hips are swaying back and forth, his tail perched above his behind like a strawberry on top of an ice cream sundae. You can only ogle as the meat underneath the thin cloth jiggles a bit back and forth, but despite that, you know it's more muscle than you can see. If it was all flab, it wouldn't have such a controlled form.
i guess the sign of someone who can squat 700 pounds is an ass where the cheeks are bigger than my head
You didn't realize your hand was reaching out to pull the barely restraining cloth until you hear the fridge door slam and you quickly pull back. Carl has, quite a few cartons and bars of ice cream, a few putting it lightly.
"Sheesh mate," You start up, trying to hide your blistering erection, "I thought the room was becoming the Antarctic from how that freezer was open. Thought your horns got stuck on some ice in there for a sec. You sure you have enough to last you for the year? You might need to call mommy and ask for a bit more."
You're surprised when Carl starts chuckling.
"Oh, bro, trust me." The ram's voice goes dark. "This is barely enough to last through the day."
He pats his gut again, and you begin to really realize just how form fitting that hoodie is as the fabric fights a losing battle at stretching even further outward. It's not even the belly at this point, you notice how uncharacteristically tight the chest and arms are.
oh my God his arms
But before you could even think about thirsting over his bulging biceps, Carl begins raising his arms up, causing the hoodie to rise up over his body like a root beer float, spilling out a soft, furred belly in the process. You're about eye level with his chest, so it doesn't take a lot of neck cranking to gape at the rising cake right in front of you. You have to focus on clenching the table and phone so hard, you almost feel as if you grind them to particles. It's the only defense you have against just diving a hand right into one of the ram's folds and yanking that belly to your face and furiously tonguing that bellybutto-
"You wanna help me take it off?"
Your mind screeches to a halt. You turn as you realize the ram is now leaning on the table, boxers's only covered ass swaying in the wind, thick hips rocking back and forth. Carl's face has a grin on it, but it's an inviting grin. Flirty, but still exuding warmth.
god, he's hot.
"W-what now? Sorry, mind was... wandering."
"It's okay, I understand. The desert is pretty hot out there, you were probably dying of thirst on your way here." Carl glances at his hooved nails.
"Y-yeah, luckily I packed plenty of water bottles on the way here. Made sure to stay hydrated out in that scorching sun, h-heh."
"Sorry, my bad about that."
Your eyebrows twitch and head tilts, "Huh? How'd that be your fault? You control the weather or something?"
"Nah, I just didn't plan on being so hot today." Carl's sultry eyes look deep into your own, "I must be causing global warming at his rate."
You stammer out and wave a paw weakly, "O-oh, you're not that hot, heh."
Carl side glances you, and for a moment you wonder if you've upset him. Before you could apologize to the ram, however, you find yourself wrapped up in arms, picked up right off the chair with your feet dangling off the ground. You're directly face to face with Carl now, noses gracing the other, as your eyes shrink and blush reddens again.
"You wanna say that again, little boy?"
You didn't realize Carl's voice could get that deep, and you wonder if he can feel your erection on his belly through your pants.
"U-uh," you stammer out, desperately trying to remember what words are, "y-you're hot enough to melt ice? Not the entire glaciers though." You smile hard, a little worried about what may come next.
A combined smirk and sultry look fills your vision, "Well, guess I just have to prove it to you then."
You then find yourself readjusted in his arms like you were weightless, as the ram begins piling on the ice cream on top of you.
"W-wait, that's s-super cold!"
"You were out in the desert for too long, you're delusional right now, especially for not thinking I'm hot enough to cause global warming." A Napoleon sandwich falls right on your crotch, "Ice cream will help cool you right down." Carl then stares deep into your teeny pupils, "Plus I'm gonna be a bit hungry after what we're gonna do together."
Before you could make the audible sound of a blush, you find yourself carried bridal styled by a thick buck boy, by whom piles of ice cream have been piled on to your thin body. The ram even has cartons looped around his horns. The last thing you see before you disappear up the stairs is your phone sitting there on the kitchen table, a message still unsent.
"So, this is the bathroom."
"Are you really giving me a tour of your place right now? Plus that's like the 4th bathroom you've shown me."
"I'm trying to be a nice host. Gotta make sure you know where the bathrooms are all just in case you need one."
"How many do you have?"
"I think about 9."
"You think?
"It's pretty easy to lose count in this place."
"You live here."
"And? I don't use all of it at once. Some weeks I go with only using a single."
"That's most people, dude."
"How's that ice cream, by the way?"
"My cock is freezing itself to death."
"Nice."
You're still being carried by the ram as he shows you around his mansion, a nice gesture if it weren't for the fact you're being carried bridal style the whole way. The ice cream must have some fancy ass packaging, cause it's very distinctively still cold.
At this point, your previous horny excursions are relatively tamed, so if that was Carl's plan all along, then it sure did work. However, you're still in the arms of the person who about drove you buck wild, so there's still some residual energy left within your body that no amount of climate controlled CBT could ever hope to contain.
his arms are like, perfect for being held with
You realize now that if Carl doesn't actually wanna fuck your brains out, you'd be more than satisfied with just cuddling with the portly ram, cause damn does he make a nice mattress.
Through the tight hoodie, you can feel the bulging mix of muscle and fat on his chest and arms. Soft enough to make a nice pillow, but firm enough to not just sink into like quicksand. However, that combination must have caused the yeast to rise or something, because he practically envelops your body in comparison.
The hoodie may be skin tight on Carl, but you could probably use it as a blanket from how loose it would be on you.
i wonder if I can still take him up on that offer to help get him out of that hoodie?
You're slowly but surely feeling that mood slide back into your system as you really start focusing on the ram again, but before you start getting hornier than the horned being holding you, he opens a door and you're immediately assaulted with a scent.
A scent that stops your mind dead in its tracks.
A scent that practically burns your nostrils with its verocity and concentration.
A scent that almost practically kills you, and would've sent your nose to heaven, hell, and back again.
It's Carl, but denser.
"And this is my room!"
"Oh God, dude, it reeks in here."
"Heh, it reeks, huh? You sure are blushing a lot for someone who doesn't like the stench of me."
"I'm only blushing because all the blood is rushing to my nose to try to block off the smell coming through."
"Suuuuurrrreee. If you say so."
Carl chuckles before laying you down on his bed, and as he wipes the ice cream off your body, the freezing temperature of the frozen food really starts to melt away from your body.
After you're finally sat down onto his bed, you get a good look at the room itself, and it's about what I expected from all the chats we've had online. Plus dashed with a little extra sprinkling of anxiety cleaning, though not too big of a dash. The wrestling posters scatter the wall, a surprisingly well-used gaming chair sits barren, only occupied by colored liquid stains and some sort of orangish powder that you expect to be doritos. His desktop flows with those trendy RGB lights, and his mouse pad is surprisingly a blank wrist support (guess he wasn't as down bad as you thought he was). He has a nice, wide ass (to be expected honestly) flat-screen, hooked up with a few different modern consoles.
He also has a gigantic white bean bag chair. It looks almost as soft and comfy as the bed itself. But not as comfy as Carl.
Carl's his own league of comfy.
"So, how are you holding up?" The ram squats down to about level with your head. "You feeling any less delirious?"
"Oh yeah, I feel fantastic after being used as a carrying tray for your ice cream addiction."
"Ooh, I sense a bit of feistiness there. I guess I'm gonna have to switch up my plans and take a bit of a different approach."
"What are you gonna do? Just shove me into the freezer until I turn into an ice cream bar myself?"
"Naw, I'm done with the freezing method. Plus, you're not sweet enough to be ice cream."
"Rude."
"I've decided to do the opposite of what I've been doing."
"So, you're gonna act like a normal ram for once?"
"Instead of cooling you down, I'm gonna heat you up."
"Now how are you gonna do that? You gotta hot tub or something around here?"
Instead of a side comment in return from the ram, he replies with his head closing in on yours.
"W-wait, what are yo-"
Your words are cut off by a pair of soft lips kissing your muzzle, and you now understand what he meant by 'warming you up.'
Carl's lips are plenty soft as his form blends graciously with yours, molding together as both pairs find themselves kneading the other. Both pairs of eyes are also closed, but that's mostly a guess since, ya know, the eyes are closed.
Carl's body bends forward closer to the bed, before slowly his hand and leg make their way over you. As his kissing gets more passionate, the rest of body follows through. Soon he's completely on the bed as well, practically on top of you. You feel his weight, as even though there's a good amount of give in both the mattress and the ram himself, that can't stop gravity from doing its job.
But it's a good weight.
A really good weight.
Like an oversized and overstuffed heated plushie, that smells of b.o., energy drinks, dorito packets, and ice cream.
His scent is perfection, and it doesn't stop there.
Your crotch is caressed by the form of his own, and your breath almost catches because while you can't see it with your eyes, it has its own weight and size that overwhelms your own. Even through your jeans you can tell there's a mass and warmth down there that, in a way, almost scares you with it's potential. And you know he's not even at full-mast yet.
But you know he's getting there.
And if that wasn't enough, the ram's ass is still plenty large, and you wonder how much you'd have to beg for him to let you have a feel or even have him sit on your face and crush your skull with his boulders-
Carl gyrates his hips around your crotch a bit, and you wonder if your wildest dreams are about to come true, until he bends further in. He wraps a hand around and lifts your head up, pulling you in even closer to his bearded muzzle. He slides the other around your back, and under your shirt. He breaks from the kiss and you almost pout, but then words come out of his mouth that shut you right up.
"Why don't we break you out of that shirt into something even hotter?"
Your flushed face struggles to connect thoughts together, before you respond, "Funny, I was gonna say the same thing to you."
"How about we do it together? You zip off my hoodie and I'll rip off your shirt."
"You sure you can't just flex and rip the hoodie off that way?" You wrap your arms around his chest (or at least attempt to, he's pretty wide) and pull yourself to it, looking up from below with wide, curious eyes. "Your biceps are bigger than my head, what's some cloth gonna do to stop my big ram?"
Carl stops and looks deep into your eyes at the words 'my big ram', before lifting both his massive arms up and-
rip
You stare in shock as the cloth containing Carl's bowling ball sized biceps practically disintegrates before your very eyes. He then proceeds to tear off the shredded fabric effortlessly, leaving behind a sleeveless mess.
Ironic, since it matches with the blushing mess the ram has in his bed.
"M-m-m-muscles..." The words flounder about in your mouth before tumbling out onto your lap like a caught fish. "R-r-ripped h-hoodie..."
"Hah! You're such a bottom, bro!" Carl laughs as he's flexing his now freed arms. "Man, I'm glad that's done with, I can let these puppies breathe!"
"T-those ain't p-puppies, d-dude."
"Heh, you're right, these babies are full grown!" Carl kisses a bicep, and you wish you were a forelimb more than you thought possible. Then the ram wraps an arm around you, "Just wait until I can put you into a full nelson with these! Also, imma get off of you, you're pitching a whole circus tent down there, HAH!"
The ram was right. You're fairly certain, if you had any thoughts left, that the only two places in your body that had blood anymore was your face and your erection. Carl lifts himself off your body to the other side of the bed, minding the ice cream laying there on the sheets. As soon as the heavy-set buck lifts off your bottom half, you immediately rush to remove your now too tight pants, before being stopped by bulky arms around your chest.
"Hey now! I thought you said we'd get our clothes off together?"
You'd retort with a snide comment about him literally doing all the work so far until a dense mass of fur slithers up under your neck. Yet again, your breath halts itself at the next words coming out of the ram's mouth.
"Now, how about you let me handle the pants, or else I really show you what these arms can do."
The ram flexes a bit and your throat is constricted by muscles immediately.
oh dear god choke me buck daddy
You didn't realize how much you liked beefy arms until you found yourself held in ones that were the size of logs. They aren't veiny or rock-hard like a bodybuilder's muscles, they're more like a powerlifter's: thick, dense, and mountainous enough to handle anything that comes across them.
And right now this mountain of a ram is handling you. Tiny, lithe, little you.
You've never been harder in your life.
Your breath is hot as Carl lifts you over his lap, his body practically surrounding yours as you're seated on his crotch and you're sitting on a 2 liter.
"Shhhhh," The ram whispers into your ear, "You're fine, don't worry. Just let me handle these clothes and we'll get right to it."
Carl, with a hand around your hips, slowly peels off your shirt first, your fur bristling with the a/c air finally grazing it. You lift your arms up as the ram plucks it from your fingertips, before throwing it onto the chair.
You'd say something about hoping the shirt doesn't start growing mushrooms from coming in contact with the gaming chair, but then Carl cups your bare belly.
"You know, for such a skinny dude, you're pretty soft." His hooved fingertips tickle your abs, butterflies in your stomach dancing about. "Maybe after this I'll just give you a belly rub, how about that?"
"T-that would be n-nic-"
"Shhhh," Carl puts a finger to your lips, "no speak. Just watch."
And you do watch, with giant eyes, as the hand slowly begins descending downward, until it's right on your crotch. Your breath is heavy and dense as he slowly undoes the jeans button and zipper, time ticking as if milliseconds were as slow as millipedes.
The anchor arm holding you in place lifts you slightly, as Carl begins slowly slipping off your pants. You look down for a second and almost wince in embarrassment at how... sweaty you are down there, and how quickly you pop up in your underwear after the jeans go past the crotch.
You hear Carl chuckle under his breath, "Say, can you kick them off your feet at this point? Can't reach that far, not that flexible."
You nod slowly, complying with the ram as you struggle sliding the black pants down, eventually they just plummet pathetically to the floor. You're left in your red undies at this point, and you wonder at what point you'll see Carl in the same state.
"So, the carpet does match the drapes."
great now he's telling jokes about my face- and his hand is on my cock
Your eyes turn to needles as the ram's hand just, lays on your lap. It's unmoving, casually relaxed onto your groin, not pushing down or anything that signifies life, besides the heat it gives off, though that just could just be all you.
It's quiet in the room, for a moment. There's no rustling of clothes, no side swipes of chat, definitely no bottom talk for once. It's still, the sounds emanating only passively from the air vents and the slight breaths of both you.
You wonder if this has all been a dream, and that you're finally waking up.
And if you did wake up, you wonder how hard you would cry. From both your eyes and your dic-
You're stopped from your introspection but a whisper from Carl.
"You got another pair of underwear? I don't think I have any in your size."
"I-I think I have something in my bag downstairs."
"Good, hope you don't mind if I ruin these for you then."
"W-what are yo- ohh."
The stillness is shattered by the ram's sudden grasp of your member, immediately rushing through your body as your cock suddenly takes top priority. Your thoughts about crying suddenly are very present, as your moans are escaping your mouth faster than you can replenish them with breath.
Carl's hand takes up your entire member, not so much out of your lack of size, but more so his abundance of. His grip slips up and down your erection, the fabric still covering your groin giving the handjob a texture that overdrives the feeling otherwise.
You know he's enjoying you squirm in his grasp, as his other arm is tight around your body, his other hand finding his way on your chest.
"Doesn't this feel good, baby?" Carl starts with a whisper against your ear. "I've been told I give good handies, I guess how you've been silent besides the moans you've been making proves me right."
You do prove him right, letting off something between a gasp and a howl, before sinking back into his beefy body.
"It's funny." Carl practically licks your ear with his breath. "Haven't heard a fat joke in a while, guess this fat boy finally shut you up, huh?"
He's so smug, it hurts.
And it hurts so good.
"Now, baby, when you cum, I want you to say my name so loud that my parents can hear it out of state." Carl isn't immune to the spread of the hot mess in his lap, as his breath starts to drip onto your head.
"And you're gonna cum, alright? Ruin these undies for me, okay? Maybe as an award, I'll let you sniff mine."
Your eyes go wide at that last sentence.
"Heh, or maybe I'll just shove your face where the sun don't shine. I needed a seat warmer anyway."
His taunts are rising with the passion he's putting into the handjob below, and slowly your breaths are both kicking up. Steam engines wouldn't even describe the hot breath on display in the room. Combined with the previous stench of musk and snack foods, it's a pure sauna of 'gamer' that can't be beat.
The sights, the smells, the sensation of it all just drives you mental, and soon you're bucking at the hips, desperately driving your groin further into Carl's hand. All the ram does is respond with a tightening of his arm, pulling you tighter into him, as his hand speed increases, getting deeper into the rubbing as your pre leaks through the head of your underwear.
even if I didn't cum, I'd still would probably have to throw these out
…
who am I kidding, I'd keep these as a souvenir
The breaths pick up steam and warmth bubbles to the surface of your skin, as Carl's grip on your crotch becomes sloppier, but more fervorous. His air is deep into your fur, and you just know the back of your head is just slathered with moisture.
But you don't care, because it's Carl.
And with that thought, you release.
" CAAAARRRLLLLLllll... " You cum with the force of a thousand suns, your eyes rolling up into your head, a blinding white that only direct contact with a star could compare too.
Carl still massages your cock, but slowly starts to slow as he feels the wetness seep through the cloth. Your hips and erection twitch a few more times from the ram's pumps, milking your penis clean.
When it's all over, it's silent again.
The sweat is pouring down your body, some of the salt entering your mouth, most of it all on Carl. You'd feel bad for soaking him, but the cool a/c breeze feels indescribably fresh and amazing.
you're outside on a baby skinned spring morning, perfect mix of soft clouds and piercing sun, while the wind carries you away
You slump down onto the mattress named Carl, feeling his grasp on you loosen, but never fully dissipating. His hand lets go of your cock, and the blood within your body stabilizes, and flows throughout again.
You take in the smell, you take in the sight, you take in the sound, because you've taken enough touch to last you for the next couple of months.
Carl nibbles on your ear, and you quickly decide you can take a little more of that last one.
"So, you enjoyed it?" His voice rings out like a song. "I know I did, your voice is beautiful." He kisses your cheek and pulls you closer. "Especially when it's calling my name."
You don't respond, your head using Carl's chest as a pillow as you almost doze off.
"And, whew, you made a mess down there, didn't ya?"
And here's where you wake up again
Carl puts his hand down your underwear, not above it, not around it, but into the folds, right where the cock itself is. Your eyes shoot open as your hips naturally draw themselves closer to the sensation of his direct insertion. He rummages around in your crotch for a while, you practically panting and squirming at the moist movement inside. But he pulls out a hand, and it's wet.
Your ears flatten back at the sight, for out of pure embarrassment at how much you exuded , and from the show of dominance on display the ram just pulled.
Carl plays with the semen in his hand, clasping your seed in between his fingers. "Heh, sticky and gooey, just like me." He looks down into you, and for a second you think he's gonna crack a joke about how big your eyes are.
or how much of a bottom you've become
But then he pulls a stunt that goes from dominance showing, to becoming your master.
He licks it clean.
Sorry, he licks you clean.
Carl's tongue works his slimy fingertips like it's an ice cream cone, his eyes shut and smile stuck on his face in pure bliss at the taste of your vanilla fudge. He's careless with his licks too; his fingers are slathered in saliva as his lips lead a trail of spittle everytime his mouth breaks away. Soon his hand is looking even wetter than before, and he's practically lost in your ejaculate. He's paddling down a marshmallow white swamp of you without a paddle, enjoying the mosquito bites that suck a quite a different fluid than blood.
that's right, sweat. very convenient for the humidity
"C-carl?" Your voice breaks out softly.
" Slurp slurp"
"Carl?"
" Slurp Slurp slurp"
"Carl. C'mon now."
" Slurp Slurp slur-"
" Carl! "
" Oh-who what where- Oh hi, uh, You."
For the first time since the front door, Carl looks sheepish. His hand is probably as wet and hot as a southern bayou, and his face is flushed. It's almost weird to see him like this now, since he literally just got done with jacking you through your underwear, but you digress.
you're dribbling down his lip
"Enjoying your ice cream there, Carl?" You're sweating on his lap, but there's a smirk there on your face, new to the area. Or at least, recently moved back.
While not a literal deer in the headlights, since that would be speciest, Carl's eyes are brighter than the RGB lights on his computer case. Your ears pick up the *whirr* of the air conditioner, and going by the glossier finish of the ram's coat, he's probably feeling the crisp air quite well too.
"Carl?" Your voice leaves your mouth, stumbling naturally. "You still there? You've been staring at me with your tongue out for the last minute. You training to become a PlayGoat model or something?"
*feels good to be back in business*
"U-uh, yeah, I'm all here." Carl's tongue pulls back into his mouth. "You, uh, good too?"
You're looking at the ram, wondering how your personalities can become swapped so fast. His face is embarrassed, flushed a tint redder than his usual brown cheekbones. His eyes crinkle, the deviousness that playfully erupted your very spirit, more of a quiet and docile star.
yeah he's still cute
Carl's gooey paw slops and slicks as he moves it, he looks into it as if expecting his stare accelerates the drying process.
"You still wanna lick it, don't cha?"
"I-uh-"
"Don't worry, I understand."
You take his sticky hand, and bring it up to your face.
"I know I'm rather tasty."
You lick yourself, and you're rather sweet.
Carl just gapes, flabbergasted.
Your tongue works his fingers and hooved tips, and they have a hard texture to them that touches the taste buds in a quirky fashion. Sort of like licking a car seat belt. Luckily, Carl's expression and your flavor make it easy to digest.
You break away from the hand, and leave it much less stickier and moist, it now only slightly damp to the touch.
"Now you won't have to worry about your hand sticking to fur. You can thank me later."
The ram just stares at his hand, and you see in his eyes a degree of 'am I dreaming' that you can only sympathize with.
"You still breathing, my ram?"
Carl blinks and hides his hand in his hoodie pocket, and you remember that he's still wearing it for some reason. You must rectify this fact.
"Take off your hoodie, you're looking a bit starved for air right now."
Carl's face shrinks into his body, more turtle than anything Caprinae flavored.
"Oh, no," The ram breathes, "I'm, I'm doing okay. That a/c really kicks, doesn't it, heh? Please, I'm f-fine."
"So," You place a hand onto the ram's shorts, "You're not gonna strip it off for me?" Your thin white body inching ever so closer towards the fluffy form of cream and brown.
Carl grasps his stretchy collar, shifting on his bed, "I-I mean, if you want I can, heh." His hands start to grasp and pull up at the neck.
"No."
The ram stops mid tug, "N-no? You don't want me to take it off?" Your friend looks at you with small marble green eyes, tinged with innocence and naivete.
You look him dead in his beautiful orbs and pilfer them like the gems they are.
" I'll , take it off."
The emeralds are swiped, "O-oh!"
Carl's cut off guard by your forwardness, your body spinning onto his lap, and your face right onto his upper chest. Your underwear squelches with every move, but your senses are focused right now, not ones to be distracted by your moist crotch.
"You did mine, now let me do yours."
Your hands find themselves wrapped under the ram's jacket, your knuckles feel the tingles of the fur under the coat.
"You might wanna suck in, big guy."
"I-i've been sucking in!"
"Then don't breathe out until I can get my face planted under it."
The jacket is tight around the waist, but you expected that. Carl would not have been as beefy if it didn't come with some little side-effects.
The more you pull up on the hoodie, however, the bigger those side-effects become.
Around the upper abs part is when you really start to feel that flush come to your face again. Your eyes are starting to have a great good view of the action going under the removal, and it's…
mwah
Carl bleats, and you continue the trek upwards.
He's definitely muscular, your hands wouldn't have such a stable surface to bounce off of otherwise, but it's practically a coat underneath the coat. The outline of abs would be bulging outward, if not for the cream fluff fur practically being a blanket underneath. You wonder if you could feel (and look) the same if you just stuffed a wooly pillow down your shirt.
no amount of pillows would reach this level of softness…
The cloth is tight, even as you reach the pectoral area, but then you remember the other pillows that Carl stuffs inside himself.
"Heh heh, someone's been spoiling themselves" you chuckle as one of your hands rubs under the chest riding hoodie, "I'm loving these puppies."
"P-puppies?" Carl meeps out.
"Puppies, pillows, peaches, they're all soft either way. But, you, my good sir…"
You twirl a finger in between his chest, letting the soft fur curl around it.
"Are softer than all."
You push up on the hoodie up to his arms, and shove your head into his chest.
"Now, do the rest for me, softie."
The texture of his chest is the same as his belly, the same cream color wool that your head just sinks right into. You feel Carl's muscles contract and relax as he lifts off the rest of his hoodie, and the movement causes his pecs to dance on your face a bit. The fur tickles your nose as your arms wrap around the wide ram to pull yourself closer, practically motorboating his chest.
It's a silk puff, your nose digging in as your breath in Carl's fluff. There's the almighty musk and weed smell, an earthy combination that surprisingly pairs nicely with the hint of vanilla and honey you take in as well.
You hear the soft thump of the hoodie hitting the floor, and suddenly you feel Carl's arms wrapping around your body. Your rising libido was semi-quenched by the clothed handie, so you can relax and slowly sink into his body. He lifts a hand and pets your head, him seemingly calm too.
Where the dom energy went is undecided. You both are quiet again, and the bratty energy is subdued with the power of Carl's open body. The power of a plush torso shines through, as horny rests.
"So," Carl breathes, "you comfortable?"
"Yeah," you reply into Carl's fur, "I'm comfy."
"Nice." Carl lets the 'c' sound drag out, seeping through his lips like air leaking out of a deflating balloon.
His hands move down to massage around your shoulders. You almost feel like drifting away into dreams of ice cream and giant bean bags. Your eyes almost seem to flicker open and closed like a firefly on 20% battery. It doesn't help that you're sleeping on a heated mattress that happens to be goat themed.
"So, you gonna keep the underwear on?"
You almost miss the question until one of the hands starts to massage your ears, taking them both in one hooftipped paw. The kneading is more intimate as it moves to a more sensitive area. Your muzzle smacks with saliva as it responds.
"Eh, they're dry now. Not too uncomfortable."
"I figured that."
The other hand rolls down your body. Carl continues.
"Just didn't wanna leave you in your wetness if you didn't like it. Didn't want to leave you hung out to dry, if you catch my drift."
"Mmhm."
The ram's rubbing of your ears brings your sleepiness to a high, as you're practically getting high yourself off of Carl's massaging.
whoever gave him those hoofnails knew exactly what they were doing
You're in bliss as the other of Carl's hand rubs along your lower back, but you still try to return the ram's words.
"If you want them off, ya gotta take them off yourself, remember?"
You may have returned them a bit bluntly. Carl doesn't mind, he chuckles, and his hand lowers further, to your tail.
"So, I guess if I want them off, I have to do it myself, huh?"
"Yeah, and you gotta go to the bathroom by yourself too."
Your voice is soft, but words smart.
You're rewarded with your intelligence with an ass grope, and you almost instinctively back your behind into his grasp.
"I'm gonna assume it's the same for the rest of you. I have evidence, you know?"
Carl rubs onto your rear, as the warmth you felt is now a different, but recently familiar, variety. Your hands coil around Carl's sides the best they can extend for grip.
"I wanted you to cool off, I cooled you off myself. I wanted your shirt up, I peeled it off myself."
Carl's massaging turns in a bit closer to the middle of your rear, your mouth opening for air, only to find oxygen in fluffy pecs.
"I wanted you off, I jerked you off myself."
His fingers really dig into your ass, and your breath and face dive deep into Carl's chest.
"If I wanted your underwear off, do you really think you'd stop me?"
Carl's voice rasps low, and your ear wants to flick from the hot air the ram's mouth blows, but they're still in his grasp.
"Really, I'd think you'd just let me."
You feel the grasp he has on your ass slowly start to pull.
"Honestly, I should just tear these boys off. Already ruined them anyway." The hand is muscular with its grip, and it's dangerously quick with it's draw, like a wild gunman at a noon quick draw. Your eyes go into the back of your head as your behind is forced to remember why he's such a good artist.
Carl gives you a wedgie. You almost scream into his bare chest as the fabric rips as it cradles your crack and brutalizes your balls and cock. Your fingers claw deep into the ram's love handles for support, and it's like he doesn't even notice your nails piercing his skin. It's almost over as immediately as it starts, the thin material standing no chance against the ram's powerful hands.
Your behind is bear to the world, arched upward as Carl takes a grip into it after the ram throws the fabric away. His other hand pulls you up by your ears, painful in the moment, but your whines are shut up with Carl's mouth. The hand leaves the ears and falls to your back as he pulls you in tight. His lips are as soft and malleable as ever, his tongue finding solace in your mouth as you try to fight your way deeper into the ram.
Your arms wrap around Carl's thick neck, the two tongues wrestling for dominance as the other hand slowly runs down your back to join the other hand on your ass. Carl repositions himself and lifts you up, while you get the message and wrap your legs around Carl's torso as wide as you can. You break away from the ram when you remember the rule.
"Don't," you catch your breath, "I have to remove those for you?"
Carl smirks as one of his hands clamps a little tighter on one of your cheeks, you try not to yelp as he speaks.
"Baby, the way you're moaning right now has me wanting to just rip off my own underwear, but you wanna handle them as I slide 'em down, you're more than welcome to."
Carl then grabs your hand and places it on the waistband of his undies. His hoof tipped hand practically dwarfs your dainty little thing, but you still technically have a hold on the underwear. With his free hand, he lifts you up by your ass by your ball of a tail, and one of his fingertips graces your taint as your rear end literally arches into the air.
You're holding Carl by his horns and holding on for dear life as he slides down his undies. His hand glides your hand across his beefy thigh, and when you grip for a second, his free hand grips your ass tighter. Your head is on his shoulders as you're trying not to moan with every action the ram does to you, face flushed big time as Carl sometimes twists his head and pecks your cheeks before focusing back onto removing his underwear with your 'help'.
Eventually, your arm's too short to reach any further, and he lets go of your hand before kicking his powerful legs out to fling off the underwear. You rest on his shoulders, but then his hand comes back and helps lift you up completely, more out of a matter of stability than strength. Carl repositions himself again to lie flat on the bed, and then he twirls you around, and you're finally greeted with a site that makes your mouth gape and eyes bulge.
"Ya like whatcha see? Cause it's all for you."
Carl's semi-chub is out in the open, the burgundy shaft far past peeking out from its cream sheath. The cock your rear felt through layers of pants is just as long as you'd expected it to be, around 6ish inches in length, but the girth ?
damn boi he thicc
You don't have an exact size measurement, girth is a little harder to determine from sight alone, but just eyeballing it, you'd say it's around-
"Nine inches, girth."
"N-nine inches?"
"Did I say eight? Don't worry, you'll do fine, baby."
Your asshole puckers as Carl's hand slaps your thigh, and your face slowly descends to his member, the red eyed snake twitching as your muzzle is mere inches away from the head. You're wondering if the taste of you acted as some sort of Viagra for him, since he's… leaky to say the least too. A stream of pre exudes out of his hole, more like a volcanic precursor than anything close to eruption yet. At least you won't have to worry about lubrication. Thank God for that, you didn't plan on getting split like a log today.
"Don't you worry about having dinner alone, you remember the ice cream?"
i remember my ice caps freezing, yes
"Well, I'm gonna be snacking on that, while you're gonna be snacking on my fat," He takes his tongue and rubs it against your shaft and you melt a bit. "and maybe I'll even snack on some of your fat too, heh."
it's not vore it's not vore it's not vore it's not-
"Now," Your bellies finally touch each other's as your member lays against Carl's chest, "should I try some Neapolitan or orange swirl? Either way, there's gonna be plenty of vanilla left to slob over."
Your eyes are pin pricks at the ram cock looming in front of your mouth, all the while you hear Carl fondle with the ice cream on the bed, humming a tune while picking out a flavor.
"Man, I'm so happy my folks invested in that astronaut funded packaging, keeps things cool no matter how hot and steamy things get."
His cock twitches again, and you wonder if you'll ever taste anything cold again yourself.
"Ah!" Carl exclaims as he finds his gold, "found it! My favorite ! This shit's so good, dude. If it weren't for how full you'd be from my cum, I'd let you have a bite." A hand graces your stomach sides, "But I don't wanna give you a tummy ache, I'm not that cruel."
Your ears pick up the distinct sound of the papery-cardboard material the ice cream comes in shuffled around, before you hear it torn open. As Carl rips open the box, you begin to take in more of the cock, without literally it in yet.
It's a strawberry red shaft, both seedless and full of seeds at the same time. There's some slight pre dripping down the cap, which glistens like a volcanic ice cream cone. The half-erection twitches and flops back and forth with each of Carl's movements like a wacky waving inflatable arm flailing tube man. All it needs is a smile on its head and it'll be perfect, but that'll come into fruition soon enough.
oh will it ever come soon enough
The musk of the erection might as well be steaming with the scent of Carl's musk, as your nose twitches and hairs inside sting from the scent. It's different from b.o., it's… huskier, almost more gruff than whatever you could smell from his pits. The image of him squatting down onto your muzzle as he works out comes to mind, his crotch and your face kissing for excruciatingly brief seconds, as the powerful ram grunts and lifts the weights back up.
The sweat is salty, sea salty. You wonder if you'd like sea salt ice cream.
The gurgling of the gut beneath you doesn't quite send shockwaves through your system, but your cock does twitch on Carl's fluffy moobage. You glance back for a second, and see that the ram has finally started eating his family's assets, only to next feel him set a hand on your ass, groping and massaging the cheeks as you try not to swallow your tongue in your mouth and instead let it roll out. It's like a red carpet, contrasting tone with the tree brown carpet surrounding the crotch of the ram's cock. You inch further and further to the forest spread below, the crickets and cicadas in your head growing louder and louder as your mouth reaches the tip of the mountain, snowy white from the pre dripping down its many passages and slopes.
Your cock starts to rub into the breasts of Carl, hips gradually gyrating into the furry crevasse that makes up his middle. There's tightness, you know he works out, but the fluffiness almost seems to distract from how buff the ram actually is.
and how good he is as a sex toy
As you use Carl to rub yourself, your nose touches the peak of your rock climbing wall. It's already moist from his ooze, the slime making each trail of his head all the more dangerous to travel upon. Your mind wanders as pre slowly soaks into your nostrils. You wonder if you can get high from snorting his jizz. You wonder what type of high you can get from huffing his musk. The hand on your ass grips harder, you figure out how you're gonna get high tonight.
You take the plunge, and drink the wine that is Carl Hendricks.
Your mouth first takes hold of the head, the cap disappearing into your mouth as your previous salivating cloaks it as you slowly work your way around the shaft. Your ears catch the sound of Carl moaning through his desert as you feel the cock twitching in your mouth, the pre dripping being caught by your tongue. The leaky faucet inch by inch travels further past your lips, but you're patient with the pecker. You don't wanna choke on such a delicious treat and spill it anywhere...
Your ass is groped and fondled as the stoner gamer below takes his pleasure jolts out on your lower body, your cock also fluttering and shuddering as his chest grinds it, his buff pecs acting like some sort of buffing tool themselves from how soft the fur is. Your cock’s massaged as Carl works the ice cream around in his mouth with his lips and tongue, so natural with the process he doesn't need hands to hold it.
Another squeeze from the hoof tipped hand and Carl speaks muffled through dairy, "Your ass is so soft baby, I'm guessing you've been doing your own snacking yourself, hehe." Your mouth is taken up by Carl, so you just reply with a swallow and get back to lapping up the ram's erection.
"You're such a good boy, dude, with your cute face and ass." Carl spreads out his grip and opens your thighs up. "I should repay you for all the things you've done with those lips."
Your mind is focused on cock sucking at the moment when you suddenly feel a presence at the side of your head. Your head twists a tiny bit to glance at the wall that's just sprung up, when you realize you've never seen a cream colored wall with brown outlining before. Then you realize it's Carl's leg.
"I've been doing alot of squats, so they're a bit big if you can't tell, hehe."
You turn and see the other leg on the other side, advancing ever so closer to your skull. The walls of meat and fur soon meet the sides of your head, each pillar about the size of your torso with the cream exterior carrying a soft furry finish.
"I love what your mouth is doing right now," Carl smacks on his ice cream filled mouth, "but I still remember those fat ass comments."
The walls slowly press against your head and direct it's position downward, pushing your head further and further onto the ram's cock. You're worried about how much more you can take into your throat before gagging, but with those thighs you don't have much of a choice.
"I've crushed watermelons before you know," Carl flexes a thigh and you see it bulge even bigger with its hidden defined muscle, "So if you don't suck me bone dry, then I'll just have to crush those little bones of your in return." He munches on another ice cream dug out from a box. "It's only fair to me, dude, but let me give you a little tease, you'd probably like it if I popped you with my thighs anyway, hehehe."
He squeezes your head as you hear him giggle and take another bite of an ice cream. You'd hear a snap and hone your antennas to figure out if it was a bar or a simple scoop, but it's muffled, your ears trapped in between the legs and your skull. What you do hear however, with your senses compressed against Carl's crotch, is a front row seat experience to the gurgles of the ram's gut. It's a loud rock show, the soft mattress your belly's against in the midst of a drum solo as his stomach digests all of the ice cream. You wonder if you're gonna have issues with straining your neck too far out once Carl's belly gets bloated enough.
'God,' you think to yourself, 'where does he put all of it?'
His thighs readjust and your vision is soon blocked out from the mass of meat.
'Oh yeah. To those.'
Carl doesn't just smother you in fur, he's sweaty as well. As his thunder thighs squish around your head, his aura of body heat and smell only grows more overwhelming. His natural musky scent starts to overpower his vanilla and honey smell, his sweltering growing the former more potent and vibrant the tighter the wrap. You have plenty of chances to take it the stoner gamer's essence as his legs envelop your cranium, with every breath you take not sucking in his cock dedicated to sucking in the air perspirated by the ram's fluffy moist thighs.
And with how thick his coat is (as well as thick in general), there's plenty of salt water to drown in.
Your arms were previously off to the sides just laying about, but your upper body can only do so much against a force that's literally double your entire body weight. As soft as Carl is, bedsores are still a thing. You reach your arms around to grip the thighs and get stopped less than halfway through by the thighs. All you can feel and think and grasp, mentally and physically, is thighs. They take up your entire hand, and the fluff and fat have so much give you wonder if the ram is even feeling your clasp. You know not to say that outloud, through dick laden mouth, because you know that soft fat is just camouflage for some of the most powerful muscles you've ever seen. Your body and its puny weight is nothing in comparison to the ram's.
Carl could hurt you, badly, but he's such a nice guy that he's willing to have you just suck his fat cock instead.
what a dream
Both yours and Carl's body start to really sync up and gel with the movement of each other's. Each time you shudder from his fondling of your cheeks and his fluffy pec job, he shudders from the head you're giving him down below upon his red rocket. It's like a machine making a wave, gyrating in time as the salty sea crashes against the shore only to recede and crash again. As you two continue the motion, you almost fall into a deep trance as Carl's thighs smother you and direct your skull up and down, and even when they push it way down, you gladly take up all the inches in your mouth. Somehow, your gag reflex hasn't kicked in yet. On the ram's side, Carl's having the time of his life as he pops open another carton of cookies and cream while giving out free dinner. His moans come in the form of gurgles in his gut and muffled bleats and burps. It's a dance almost, a weird tango or mambo, maybe even a waltz as you two pleasure each other.
But something has to change.
Carl smirks as he lays a hand on your ass. "God, you're hot when you're on my dick. Can you shake that soft booty a bit for me?" You wiggle your hips best the best you can while still trying not to lose balance. "Heheh, I saw some jiggles in there. Man, you got such a nice butt, dude." He squeezes a bit of your cheeks and you go especially far down on his erection. You hear the shuffle of food bags and get back to your normal consumption of his pre.
"H-hey, br- bUrUpp -o," Carl manages to exhale out after swallowing his desert, "I love whatcha doin down there, but I got some crazy I wanna try . " You hear him and moan in response, too deep into his cock to give a focused worded response.
"Well, to be blunt, I'm gonna start shoving these ice creams up your ass."
Your ears ignore this sentence for whatever reason, perhaps you were too engrossed with Carl cock to pay attention to things like words.
But you do pay attention to sensations, as suddenly an area that's never felt cold before in your entire life suddenly becomes icy. Your head wants to break from the erection to look back at what exactly the fuck the ram is doing back there, but his thighs hold your head in place and both of your legs are held down beneath his elbows. Your cheeks are spread with hoof tip fingers as Carl puts a vanilla ice cream sandwich up your hole. Your body now shuddering from something outside of pure pleasure, as you struggle and writhe in the clutches of the ram's grasp. Your cock twitching as it doesn't know whether or not this is still erection worthy, as even the fluffy ram breasts surrounding it can't quite handle this level of cold.
Then Carl reaches your prostate, and you're a winter baby all over again.
Your tongue tumbles out around the cap of the cock, your face flushing and smile crooked as your eyes turn up to the sky. What you see on the ceiling isn't important, it's the only way you can stop your eyes from popping out of your head, just letting them roll. Carl works his fingers around the ice cream filled asshole as your seizure adjacent face twists and morphs into different expressions, the erection in your mouth never so sloppily drooled on before.
"I'm guessing you loved that, am I right, vanilla buns?" Carl gets his muzzle close into your ass and takes a whiff, "heheh, dude, you even smell like a sundae. I guess I'm just lucky I found someone who can take stuff up their ass like this." He massages and fondles your stuffed bum before planting a kiss on one of your vanilla white cheeks. "Such a nice bottom, you and your ass, heh."
Carl looks into the hole he's filled, eyes entranced by the white and black covering the pastel pink star marking. He continues with his words as his hands massage your booty. "How 'bout this for a thought, people may have tried ice cream in a hot dog bun before, but this might be the first time someone has put ice cream in a hot bun before."
He smirks, and you feel your cheeks spread open.
"I guess it would only be fitting if the first person to take a bite out of this world first, would be the ice cream boy himself."
There's a shuffle in his body, as Carl grabs you by your soft thighs, and pulls you into himself a bit, cock twitching from the rub against his chest as your neck finds itself looking upwards more just to keep the member in your mouth.
And suddenly you find yourself eaten out by the ram.
There's licks, scrapes, and other digs into your hole with the ram's long and winding tongue. Carl's taste buds have found a great ice cream cone alternative, one that he doesn't have to worry about breaking apart in his hands. The smell of your slight musk actually pairs well with the vanilla, and while the sides of the sandwich itself are a tad smushed against your anal cavity, Carl managed to get you to open up to where your hole wasn't going to completely crush the ice cream.
Your head, on the other hand, is a different story.
The sensation of the tongue almost breaks you, and if it weren't for the legs wrapped around your head, you would've broken for air just to breathe. It's almost too much for your body to take, the temperature, scent, taste, touch. It's all so much for your brain to handle.
So your brain gives up.
bye bye non horny thoughts
You're immediately slamming your ass into his face as you force the cock down your throat because you need Carl to fill all your holes you bunny slut. Fucking shove that tounge down my vanilla asshole you fucking ram. You wanna ram your ram cock down my throat than fucking do it. I'll fucking swallow all of your children.
"F-fuckin breed m-me"
"Hmm?" Carl's preoccupied licking between your cheeks, not noticing the frenzy up above. There's no words for a response, but Carl does feel his cock touch the back of his throat and your ass arched right into his face.
"O-oh, you're getting into it, huh dude." Carl smirks in-between scoops and chuckles to himself, but notices there's more of a vibration to your body, as well as soft, but violent grunting. A few close studies, in which he has his nostrils directly on your taint during his licks of your hole, finds that, yes, you're trembling, and that he can hear from below your hips you cursing and growling. The ram feels your teeth coast across the cock, and realizes he needs to fix this.
"Heheh, you're getting wild, dude." The ram speaks with his tongue out. "I guess the temperature finally broke ya instead of fixing ya, that's too bad."
You don't reply with words, only more savage murmurs. Carl just sighs.
He repositions himself and clinches your ass cheeks, tightening the grip on his thighs.
"I guess I'm gonna have to break you down afterall."
And Carl kills you. Well, not literally killing you, but you feel like you've died for a second. Mostly because you don't breathe for the next minute.
The ram stops your trembles with a flex of his everything, and you're forced to take in all of his sheath in one gulp. You hear the blood pumping through his thighs as they flatten you down, pushing you further as the muscles in them work slowly to inch your lips down harder and harder, the stiffness in your mouth giving a pec to your uvula and pressing onward to where your nose hits his forest brown pubes. The scent is intoxicating, as the thighs grind your head back and forth down on the fat erection in your mouth. He keeps pushing down, and you wonder what's gonna break first, your nose or your throat.
The tongue in the back is working for a living as it digs and scrapes with its thin and narrow surface. It's the perfect size for your cream filled cavern, as it functions perfectly as a minecart, miner, and shove all in one. Carl's grip on your thighs has made you realize how much give you had down there, but you don't know if that's due to you snacking more than you remember or if Carl is just clinching that hard on whatever fat or muscle you have.
You can't quite feel your legs at the moment, so you don't have the qualifications to give a definitive answer.
As you're slammed and whamed on by the ram, your body almost disappears into itself and your warmth starts to bubble up under your skin again. The speed and air starts to quicken with every grunt, tongue lick, thigh squeeze, and moan, bleat and burp from Carl. The more forceful he gets with your white body, the more ravenous your cock sucking. Bobbing for apples doesn't even cover how little air your mouth breathes, as the only thing you're inhaling is pre, sweat, musk, and whatever else the ram could exude.
he could piss himself and I'd lap it up like it was lemonade
The buildup continues as Carl's grip on your head and thighs clamps itself down to the tightness you'd expect out of an overwhelming body like his. If you were hurt, you didn't notice, if you were bleeding, you didn't care, if you looked up to a mirror and saw that your head was completely flattened like a cartoon character, you'd just ask Carl nicely to blow you back out.
You're gonna be blown up by Carl's cum anyway, so why even be coy about it.
The senses and just feelings of everything overwhelm your body, and with each bloated moan belched out by your stoner friend below, your head knows he's overwhelmed too. His belly is filled out and taut from the previous ice cream excursions, you know you're his dessert.
fatten up Carl fatten up Carl
The grinding of cock against chest also helps the whelmes to push itself over. His fur, a soft and delicate pillow as you wonder if you'd get carpet burn at all from the repeating humps onto his front. Most of your body is held down by his own, so all of the jolting action from pre-orgasm spasms has to be released somewhere. The tempo of the moobjob, as well as every other action on the bodies, a gradually teasing crescendo, ears being filled with furred body slaps and lip smacks of different taste.
"-heh, you're so close too I bet." Carl breaks out in a sweat.
The senses get to you, it gets to both of you. The pace quickens and quickens with each sloppy suck and lackadaisical lick, the colors and smells and touches bursting, with seams and ribbons igniting into yellow and blue fire, the air has never tasted so good, cum has never tasted so good. There's volume and loudness in the air, before a scream of both of your names ruptures the room. If it shook the wrestling posters off the wall, you wouldn't be surprised. The cum from Carl bursts down your throat like a power washer, and you instantly feel more heavy with each swallow and gulp.
it's like heavy cream in and of itself
Your ejactulate, you can feel it under you. The squish and squelches of the fur below almost makes you sympathize with the ram, if he's ever going to be able to wipe the scent of you off of him. But then you realize that if anyone's gonna have any issues with the shower, it's you.
didnt realize thighs could be so sweaty
Afterwards, however, it's quiet. Eyelids are heavy, and there's an air of bliss as the aftercare kicks in for the both of you. Somehow, Carl still has the strength of fifty men and slowly lifts you and rotates you around to face him, the cum on his chest soaking into your own. There's no words as you both cuddle into each other, Carl using your body as a simple plushie while you use him as an entire bed.
As the room breathes in and out, you both look into each other's eyes.
"So, heh, nice dude."
"Yeah, your pecs are great pillows, sorry about the mess."
The ram takes a hoof tipped finger and drags it across a patch of undried slime, before flicking it off and placing his hand on your head petting down your long ears.
"Don't worry about me, bro, I got a great fur scrubber in my bathroom. You barely made an impact."
He clamps a cheek, and pulls you upward closer to his face.
"You're the bun that's gonna need a power wash after this, heh. Don't want that butthole getting infected on my watch."
You wave a paw lazily, "Oh, you and your musky words."
"At least I don't wear AXE." The ram smirks through sleepy eyes, green's never been so luminescent.
"Can we kiss already?"
"Sure, dude."
And lips cross paths and the road is warm. The ghosts are tame, they watch with dead expressions as echoes of heartbeats pulsate through time.
Carl doesn't need to worry, though, he has you to spoil him.