Jack pulls himself up to his feet, his heavy weight thudding on the floor. You flip over, slowly crawling up, relieved but a touch uneasy at having to complete Jack’s “challenge.” Before you can pick it up, Jack balls up your shirt and tosses it away, landing past the couch.
“You were really comfy back there, little dude.” Jack grins puckishly.
You glance at Dean, then back to Jack, starting to get a bad feeling about this.
“So, I’m thinkin’ I want you til the rest of the guys are done.”
You blink. “Want me for...”
“To sit on.” Jack is so blunt with it, you can’t even muster a response. Jack pats the couch, grinning at you. “Cmon bud, lay down and get comfy.”
You open your mouth to protest, but every eye in the room is on you. Ross and Spence both casually twist their rings, silently reminding you what can happen if you try to welch. You sigh, rolling your eyes as you lay down on your back, spread out across the couch.
Jack happily plops down onto you, his fat ass covering your chest and stomach.
“OOOF!” You grunt as the swollen slob thuds onto your frame. Jack grins, bouncing and grinding around, as if to get “settled.”
“Alright berrthdy boy,” Ross slurs giddily. “You and me.”
“Take your time, boys!” Jack calls out, wiggling his hips, squishing you. “Best seat in the house right here.”
You glare at Jack, struggling to keep your breath. He smirks down at you, bouncing on your torso again. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. His thick, blubbery flesh flops and jiggles as he toys with you. Finally settling in, he tucks his arms behind his head, propping his feet up as he reduces you to seat padding.
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