Harry thanks you for a dream come true

"Good morning my butterball," Harry moans as his cock pumps you full of cum. Your entire body jiggles like Jell-O and quakes endlessly as your own massive cock throbs in orgasm painting the room in cum. Hundreds of gallons are erupting from your 47-foot cock every second, but Harry's cock is reaching thousands. His towering hairy balls are pulsating as they brew an endless supply of man juice for him.

"Morning, my beast," you moan as he pushes into your backside to play with your moob fat. He grabs the tremendous folds of fat and flaps them around getting you going even harder. He then grabs the folds to hold on as he starts fucking you. His belly smashes into your backside again and again as his 97-foot cock glides in and out over and over slamming your insides as the cum never stops filling you. The sweat, the musk, the smell of cum, and sex get only stronger and infests your home. You and Harry love that though, you were beasts of sex now, and today was another day of hedonistic gluttony and lust. You two fucked for hours in the morning as you did every morning. You were so happy to be hyper finally. Watching your cock throb and unleash a deluge of cum as Harry fucked you only made you hornier and cum even more. It all felt so amazing. Eventually, Harry leaned into your back and you loved feeling his thick beard run against your fat.

"Let us go feast and get a start to the day," Harry moans as his cock throbs. "We still have some things to go over for the wedding before we meet with the wedding planner."

"Lead the way, beast," you tease. It's become a bit of a joke that his cock is like a leash, despite you being ahead of him he leads you by his cock. Harry moans as he really likes it. To have a cock so strong he can make me move by swinging his dick alone brings great pleasure to him. He starts stomping and with the massive strength of his enormous cock he forces you to walk with it as he stomps to the kitchen. Led by his dick you arrive and the kitchen crew bid you good morning as you both take your seats.

"Gentlemen!" Harry says nodding to them. They nod back at you and through a series of shouts and orders the troughs above you are dumped into your faces. The food endlessly falls into the troughs and then into your waiting gullets. You grabbed and shoveled food into your mouths and chewed and drank from the tubes of shakes. Your cock throbbed freely and filled the dining area with cum where you had installed industrial drains to help more in keeping it clean since you spend a lot of time eating. The hours go by as the air is just filled with moaning, grunts, burping, and huffing as you both eat and orgasm.

After your breakfast, and lunch, Harry pulls out and you admire his massively long cock. Foot after foot after foot glides by soaked in cum as all 97 feet of cock are out and open and free. You and Harry sit in the living room side by side, butt to butt, and your two massive cocks rubbing against each other as you talk about the wedding. You love looking at the difference in your cocks, seeing that his cock is twice as long and twice as thick as yours. His balls are even bigger towering more than four times above yours. The hairy, sweaty, musky globes of cum factories constantly churn behind you and Harry loves it as they churn against your own two balls.

But as the conversation goes your anxiety begins to fill. After thinking about it last night, you really can't hide it anymore. What you've done to the world, what you've done to yourself, to Harry, his son, your brother and father, and everyone that's infected. The powder lies buried deep in your fat burning to be exposed. You hope he'll understand, after all, when you made your first wish that created the virus and affected him, you only wished that it would have happened to someone who would enjoy it, and he's proven time and time again that he loves it.

"Harry," you finally gather to courage to say it. "I have something I need to tell you about. Before we get married."

"Of course, butter butt!" Harry says happily but there's a hint of concern as he can tell by your tone this is serious. He puts down the tablet you were looking at venues with. "What's up? Are you having second thoughts?"

"No, absolutely not," you tell him immediately. "I've never been so sure of anything in my life! I love you, I never thought in my life I would marry a man three times my age, or be a massively obese and sexed up man alongside him, but I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world right now."

"I'm glad to hear that," Harry says with some relief. A very gentle smile creeps across his face and peaking through his luxurious silver beard. His massively obese face is beaming red before he gestures toward you to continue. "So, what's on your mind?"

"I need to tell you the truth," you admit. You dig into your fat and with a great deal of effort pull out the powder. You hold it and show him. "I did this to you, to us, and everyone." He grabs the tub of powder and looks at it very curious about it. "It really does what it says. I wished for the virus, and when I first created it, I wished that it would affect someone I knew who would like it. That was you, that day we had sex in the classroom. I wished that it would then affect me once I finally met the man who was infected by that first wish. I then made the hyper virus too, and I made the multiple infections a possibility. I started all of this, but this, us. I never wished for this. I really do love you."

"This really works?" Harry asks in disbelief. "May I?" he asks opening it up.

"Go for it, wish for anything you want," you tell him. Harry takes a bit of the powder and a drink of the 2 liter in his folds of fat.

"I wish my balls were bigger," Harry says aloud. Immediately he begins to groan and you watch his cock shudder before cumming. You can feel the house-crushing globes of cum expand and swell pushing yours aside more and more as Harry groans unable to say a word. His tremendous cock throbs unleashing thousands of gallons of cum before his balls finally stop growing. You guess they gained quite a few tons of cum in size. "It- It works! This works!"

"Yeah, I hope you're not mad at me," You say. "I really mean it, I never wished for love or anything or **** this. I just-"

"May I make another wish?" Harry asks. You nod happily as he takes a swig of more powder. "I wish IYNH gained 10,000 pounds of fat."

"Oh, Harry!" You moan as the growing starts. Your fat grows bigger, saggier, and fuller as it spreads out from you. Foot after foot of your cock is lost under your fat and your balls struggled for space against your growing ass cheeks. You grope at your fat after it finishes growing and moan in orgasm as your cock continues to cum.

"How could I ever be mad at you?" Harry says as he leans into your fat. "This has been a dream come true, you've given me everything I've ever wanted and more! Things I never dreamed I could love. Being so fat, horny, and hung, we can spend the rest of our lives getting bigger! More fat, cock, balls, more everything! Now, we can wish for it together!"

"You mean it?"

"I can't imagine how much it took to finally tell me, but I'm glad you did."

"I love you," you tell Harry as you kiss.

"I love you too," Harry smiles. "But, I have a request."

"Anything."

"Let me hang onto this for a while," Harry says shaking the tin of powder. "I have a few ideas."