A nerd takes Jake down the modding rabbit hole

Sup, Diary? Sorry I haven't written in a while. I've been busy.

Carl had a great time with my mom, and he seemed pleased that I enjoyed his girls so much. This is the OZ life, huh? Running around, getting your dick wet, swapping women like Pokemon cards?

What? I like tabletop games, so what? Got a problem with that? You can't judge me, you're a fucking notebook!

Speaking of nerds: since I liked Carl's bimbos so much, he introduced me to a guy named John. He described John as a "modding enthusiast," who acts "a little weird" and likes to "do fucked-up shit to his family." Keep in mind that Carl's a huge pervert with a doormat dad and a bimbofied mom and aunt, and even he was warning me that this John guy's weird.

I decided to play it safe and meet John somewhere public. I texted him, introduced myself, and asked if he knew any cool places to hang out. This is where that Pokemon reference comes full circle: John told me to meet him at Falchion Games, a comic book store downtown. He also said "don't bring a cocksleeve."

An hour later, I awkwardly entered the shop. The owner, a middle-aged guy with a beard, gave me a quick wave. There were a few people scattered around, talking and playing cards, and a group of five in the corner playing an D&D or something.

Several women were kneeling under tables (and one sitting normally at the RPG table), but overall there was less sex than I expected. Everyone seemed to be making an effort to keep things quiet and casual, focusing on games over boning. There was even a sign near the entrance: "One woman per Alpha."

The notable exception was John. I recognized him immediately, if only because his "one woman" was so ****. She was sprawled on the floor, face-down, ass-up... And what an ass it was. Her cheeks were like beach balls... My mom's a curvy woman, but you could fit two of her entire thick booty in one of those globes.

The rest of the girl's body looked relatively normal: she was a redhead, pale, somewhere in her twenties. She had a fairly voluptuous figure, but nothing even close to proportional with her inflated rear end. After I got over the shock, my first thought was "there's no way in hell that poor girl can walk."

As I watched, John got up from the table and straddled his girl's waiting ass. John's a fairly normal-looking guy: Ginger, sorta-chubby, about my age. He struggled a little trying to climb the young woman's mountainous booty, but he finally made it and whipped a cock out of his sweat pants.

It was fucking huge. I tried not to stare... I'm not gay, and I don't really know what's appropriate in public here... But that dong was nearly a foot long. His balls were more than big enough to match, judging by the round bulge in each leg of his loose-fitting pants.

Once he was mounted and un-sheathed, he rammed his cock into the girl's asshole. Of course, I only know that because of the angle; I couldn't see anything but the two huge mounds of flesh wobbling as he rutted on top of her.

"Uh... Hey," I said, moving closer and dropping my backpack on the table. "John?"

"Wuh? Ungh... Y-yeah! Jake?"

"Yeah," I continued uncertainly. John was gripping the young woman's colossal ass with both hands, and his feet were no longer touching the floor as he worked his hips. "Who's this?"

"Buttslut," John gasped. "Used to be my big sister. Then she was my bigger sister. What are you now, Buttslut?"

"Your toy," the girl said, sounding a little bored. Then she looked up at me, giving me a weak smile. "Hi, Jake."

"Uh, h-hey." I pulled up a chair, tired of awkwardly hovering. "Buttslut, huh? That... Makes sense."

"Thanks, came up with it myself," John replied. "Most of my names are better, though. Buttslut was the first one I made into a toy."

"How many... Toys do you have?"

"Five," he said proudly, thrusting faster and faster into his sister's asshole. "My mom, my dad, big sister here, my little sis, and Sakura--An exchange student we hosted a few years back. Still hosting her, I guess."

"Wow. Too bad you can only show me the one."

"One at a time. The rest are in the van... We can swap Buttslut for one of 'em once I'm done." He punctuated by spanking her: a single, heavy slap that echoed across the store. "Actually, now that you're here, we can have two!"

"Only if you keep it down," the shopkeeper said, leaning over the counter with a smile on his face.

"Relax, man! We'll buy enough packs to keep you in business for a year," John laughed, before turning back to me. "You play?"

He gestured to the table, where a bunch of cards were scattered around. Some were in boxes, some stacked, and still others were lying loose on the tabletop. Most had sleeves on them, but I could tell they were Magic: The Gathering cards.

"No, sorry," I said, looking over what had to be hundreds of dollars worth of merchandise. "I sorta know how, but I don't have any. I'm more of a Pokemon and D&D guy."

"Close enough. We can be friends," John grunted, knuckles turning white as he gripped his sister's ass. He was really going at it, now, and she was struggling to stay upright as he bounced atop her. "Pass me my phone, I'll get us another girl. You want Mom, Dad, Little Sis, or ****?"

"Uh... Your other sister, I guess. That seems, I dunno... Symmetrical?"

"Good call!" John grinned as I gave him his cell phone. After sending a short text, he threw it back on the table. "Check out my spare decks, the ones over there. Pick whichever... If you wanna know how to make your family as kick-ass as mine, you gotta fight me first!"

"I don't know if that's what I want--"

"Of course it is," he continued, spanking his sister again. "Or you will, after you see the others. C'mon, I'm like five seconds from busting in this big... Fat... Perfect... Ass," he growled. "Get ready!"

I still don't know if he was talking to me or to Buttslut. Either way, I grabbed a pile of cards and started reading. I was intrigued, and I wasn't about to let a little nerd-challenge get in the way of learning more.