You still wanted more...

Time seemed to slow down as Damien prepared his last devastating trust,you knew that the moment those three cocks hilted inside you,it would be over,you would have lost,but strangely,you felt like you had more time,at least to think about what to do

You knew you had brought this on yourself,your pride had swelled just as much as your weight,and you were now paying the frankly delicious price of your hubris,but really,was this all that terrible? Sure,you were definitely gonna lose at this rate,but you were also getting the fucking of a lifetime,an Olympic pool’s worth of the most fattening cum out there,coming from a gigantic hunk named Damien,a hunk you honestly could not really be mad at,you had half a mind to inviting him for dinner after this was over,maybe then you could ask about this “tech” that made him into such a behemoth of a man

Yeah,it was not all that bad,you were gonna lose,but it would be okay,a single stain in your perfect record,a small misstep in your legacy,and in the long run,it was probably not going to matter much,you were still gonna grow fatter,the loads of cum Damien was pumping into you would give you a few dozen of tons at the very least ,your family would still be proud of all that you got so far,you would still be king of the campus,you would still glut and fuck your way into the next day,ad the day after that,for the foreseeable future

So really,there was no problem,let Damian have this,you asked for a rival and got one and then some,so you had no room for complaining (or anything at all for that matter,you were completely stuffed with seed),you were still the overall winner of this day,so what if you get a silver instead of gold in this one thing,that was no issue,you just had to close your eyes,and let the pleasure wash you away

All of these thought took all but a second to manifest inside your brain,the justifications were sound,the logic was solid,it all made sense,and yet, all of it was sweep over by the wayside,and a single thought took its place,no, not a thought, it was more like a feeling,a deep and primal instinct that had awake inside you, the feeling told you a single thing,with a ravenous voice that you could recognize as your own,it told you that you wanted more

And more you would have

Whit speed that a man that weighed over 140.000 pounds should not rightfully have,you fish the wishing powder from under your house sized moob,you dump its content into your mouth and swallow,not even bothering to mix it with a liquid,the saliva in your mouth and the gastric acid in your gut would have to do,and the moment you feel the tingling that signals the magic was ready,you make your wish

“I wish I was five times fatter than Damian!, and five times hungrier and hornier,give me five more cocks! Give me more productive balls! Make my moobs cum oceans of seed! Make me BIGGEEEEEEEER!!!!!!” you bellow,not thinking about the consequences of what you just said,you were not really thinking of anything anymore

All that remained was your desire for more