The Possession - Part 3

I don’t know what happened. Once I felt something slip past my ring, it was like I was pushed out of my body. I found myself floating there in the smoke as I watched my body eat and eat and eat, getting fatter and fatter until I was at least as big as Jerry himself. And then I saw Jerry grin and shove his hips forward, causing both our obese bodies to ripple like waves.

Each time Jerry thrust, I saw my body change just a bit more. At first it was subtle, but then the changes became clear as tiny pricks of hair began to appear on my arms, legs, and back. Then more began to appear on my shoulders and ass. Soon I had a short pelt covering my formerly hairless body that grew thicker as I watched. Knuckles, feet, forearms, and even my jowly face became covered in hair, a full beard running down my neck to match the forest that had coated my chest and shoulders. 

But it was more than that. The fat that coated me was soft, buttery, and rippled with every movement. With each thrust it seemed to harden. No longer a wobbling bowl of gelatin, it looked more like the thick hide of a life-long fat boy, one that had grown accustomed to excess early and whose body had shaped itself to handle a heavy load. 

In fact, I looked more and more like Jerry with each thrust. It was still my face, although my eyes and nose seemed sunken from all the lard, but everything else looked like the fatass redneck that was busily fucking my equally fat ass.

I couldn’t talk. I couldn’t do anything. I was just floating there, almost like I was the smoke itself. I tried to push forward back to my body only to get blown away when I next exhaled--or when the obese redneck that I’d become exhaled. It was the most bizarre out of body experience I’d ever heard of. 

But I kept trying. I pushed again, this time getting closer. And then again, and again, and finally I found myself on the tip of the cigar that was in my fat lips. And the next time my body inhaled I was sucked along with it.

And then I was back. I was huge, hairy, and very naked, but I was back. And everything had changed. 

The smoke was gone. Jerry wasn’t there. The food trays had disappeared. The bed looked like it hadn’t been cleaned in years, covered in dirt and stains. The room looked totaled, with paint coming off the walls and bits of carpet ripped up revealing the baseboard. There was a hole in the TV, the phone was entirely gone, and the door was hanging off its hinges. 

But draped over a chair at the end of the room was a pair of elephantine overalls. 

Getting up was the hardest thing I’d ever done. I was so heavy that simply pushing my torso above my waist was like moving the world. I had to settle on rolling myself over like a beached whale and then getting both feet on the floor before I could push myself standing. At least I seemed to have gained some fairly strong legs from this ordeal. Even still, I nearly fell over from where my center of mass had drastically shifted.

Feeling a cool breeze wafted over my exposed skin sent a shiver up my well-buried spine. Every hair sent tingling sensations I’d never felt before, and from such a distance away. I could barely reach the end of my belly, let alone fish out my cock that was surely buried in a forest of hair. 

But I couldn’t deny that it felt good--arousing even. In moments I felt a new breeze caress my groin and my hard cock poke itself out from beneath my hanging gut and unkempt pubes. The breeze kept going and with it came the unmistakable smell of cigar. A final gift from Jerry. 

Or maybe not. After spending probably 15 minutes just trying to wrap myself in denim large enough to pitch a tent, I went outside to see the motel was in a similar state of disrepair. My car was also gone. 

I was surprisingly calm about all of this. I didn’t know why, but I felt like this was meant to happen. That I had someone watching over me now. 

I reached into my pocket and found a cigar and a lighter. I bit off the end and lit it, taking it great lungfuls of smoke before blowing them out into the midnight sky. 

Down the road I saw a set of lights from a big-rig truck. It stopped in front of me and the driver asked if I needed a lift. He wasn’t as big as me, but few folks were, and he seemed friendly enough. Maybe he’d take me to where I was meant to be next. 

And if not, maybe we’d just swap blowjobs in the sleeper cabin.