Cupid

#8. He had to draw that damn short straw. Now he was #8 in the lineup of Santa's Eight Reindeer, part of Sigma Nu Phi's White Christmas party where the place literally got painted white every year in hot blasts of cum and ex-party attendees. It was always random and everyone there was always excited to pull the long straws, even the women, because it meant they got to watch someone else burst on a fat load. This time, it was Cupid's turn to be the recipient of one of Santa's bloated sacks. Of course that wouldn't be any fun just lining up and bending over. You had to search for your presents while the reindeer made their rounds. So after the straws were secretly drawn and this year's head Santa, Jasper, was informed of who the lucky 8 were, everyone was turned loose on campus to mill around until midnight when the game officially began. The eight reindeer would have mistletoe tied around their tail base while all the party's other attendees were officially declared Santa's Helpers. Find a reindeer and bring them back to the frat house for their explosive finale! And if all eight weren't found by sunup? It'd be Santa painting the walls instead and no presents for anyone the following year. That meant every party canceled until the next Christmas when the tradition would begin again.

Cupid was the only actual reindeer at the drawing this year, and it was just his luck that he'd be playing one of the party's reindeer. He'd never have fit the bill for Santa's actual sleigh. While he was a jock in high school, since he hit college, Cupid had been hitting the buffet instead of the gym. As a result, the once tall and muscled reindeer had put on a thick, heaving belly, plump thighs, and chubby arms, to say nothing of the ass that packed out his pants or the once-pecs-now-tits jiggling under his polo.

He sat in his dorm room, double-fisting a package of Christmas snack cakes he picked up earlier in the day to celebrate with Bevid, the white-tailed deer he had been dating for the past couple of nights, at the White Christmas party later that evening while they were watching someone pop. Bevid had been squeamish about getting popped, and Cupid really wanted to see the smaller buck swell out and get a belly of his own before he exploded, but now it looked like Bevid would be the one watching Cupid pop.

A deep snort rose from his throat as he swallowed down another snack cake. It just wasn't fair! He had a great evening with his date all planned and would finally get to show Bevid how much fun getting popped was, but now he'd never get a chance to fuck that buck into a sticky splatter.

Other party goers were moving around campus looking for sprigs of mistletoe tied around tails, the kind that was wrapped around Cupid's. And when someone found him, it would be off to the party for his own chance to be the White Christmas.

The door to his dorm room flew open and Bevid pranced in, shutting it behind him. The buck was a good foot shorter than Cupid and easily two hundred pounds thinner. He wasn't skinny, but he hadn't yet gotten properly chubby. Instead, the only real part of him that mimicked Cupid were his cheeks, thick and white and fluffy.

"Hey big boy! I thought we were going to that little party of yours, or had you forgotten?" came Bevid's excited voice.

Cupid looked up, a snack cake half in his mouth with another already opened in his hands. He stared at Bevid while a deep flush spread through his chestnut brown fur and through the white tips of his ears.

With a slow little much, he mumbled out a "Sabigpoddy" while crumbs fell from his lips.

Bevid watched with a wide smirk and a twinkle in his eyes, then slipped up in front of Cupid. One hand moved to the already open snack cake and took it while the other hand pressed against Cupid's belly, sank in against the soft flab, and gave a slow little stroke.

"You're stress eating again, aren't you? Afraid to show me off to all your big frat buddies? Or are you just pre-gaming for whatever snacks they're going to have there? Don't want to get caught sucking up everything and leaving nothing for the others?" The last statement came with a playfully chiding tone, one that wasn't anything to be considered serious.

The snack cake on Cupid's lips got licked up by his deep, ebony tongue, then swallowed down with a warm grumble. He really liked Bevid and wanted to see the cute, skinny guy swell up just like him. Bevid liked how thick he was and Cupid liked it, too, especially when he was pressing down against a smaller guy and weighing him down with his bulk. Bevid had enjoyed being pressed against Cupid's gut and his tits in warm kisses, hugs, and the couple of times they had fucked. Cupid wanted to feel Bevid's swelling bulk weighing him down as well. At least before he was awash in hot spunk and popped Bevid.

"Ah... Well yeah. The party. It's a big party. Gonna be a lot of folks there for the... big show! Yeah..." he turned his gaze to the side and shuffled nervously from side to side in his seat on his already creaking bed. It sagged downwards under his bulk, then creaked sharply as Cupid rose onto his hooves.

The large reindeer strode across the room, huffing and grunting nervously as he moved, back to Bevid who only looked on with confusion. Cupid was normally a lot more forward and physical.

"Maybe... we just stay in tonight? Don't have to go to the party if you're really not looking forward to it, you know. Can just be the two of us!"

"What are you saying?" Bevid asked, "You've been talking up this big party for weeks and now you want to stay home? Baby what's wrong?" He strode forward as he asked Cupid, arms sliding around the larger man's waist, moving to cup the hanging slump of reindeer belly and squeeze its soft, doughy, overly pliant bulk through Cupid's shirt.

The feeling made the reindeer let out a warm, pleasured grunt. His tail began to flick back and forth, a clear sign he was enjoying the touch.

But he forgot about the mistletoe.

Bevid pulled back slightly and looked down to the piece of greenery with little red berries in it while Cupid's tail flicked, making the little plant twitch along with it. The reindeer's bulky ass did a good job of hiding it, but pressed closely to Cupid, Bevid could just get a look at it.

"What's this cute little accessory?" he chirped up to his date. Fingers set upon it and gently pulled the string holding the mistletoe in place, freeing it.

Cupid froze, eyes wide, a cold sweat suddenly popping out on his brow. He'd been found out and by none other than the date he was hoping to get to pop at the end of the night. Thoughts raced through his head. What should he tell Bevid? He couldn't lie about the party, especially not after he had talked it up so much. Bevid would surely ask around about the party later in the week and a lie would spell the end of any relationship chances he might have with the buck and any chance of popping the smaller man. He'd have to be honest, but gods he didn't want to. He wanted Bevid to look forward to being at the party with him, not at the party watching him.

"Well," came Cupid's quavering voice, "It's... it's for the party. Just... a little accessory. To look... festive. So folks know... know that I'm ah... in the spirit! Since it's a Christmas party!"

Bevid's fingers trailed along Cupid's still tail, unspooling the little accessory from the large man. He pulled the little garnish off and held it up in the air to look at it. After a moment, he piped up with a softly playful tone, "Well then I think I'll wear it so you know whose ass you should be kissing at midnight. Besides, you're more the Santa type, big guy." A hand slapped at Cupid's belly, sending it jiggling while Bevid let out a deep "Ho ho ho!"

As Cupid looked down at his jiggling belly, a blush on his cheeks and in his ears, Bevid slipped the piece of mistletoe behind him and gently tied it around his own tail. It took him only a moment, and when the sprig was attached, he turned around and gave his rump a playful thrust back towards Cupid.

"There. Now you know whose ass you have to kiss tonight." Bevid's tongue stuck out in a playful little raspberry up at Cupid.

The much larger reindeer stared down at Bevid's new accessory. An immediate, throbbing strain pressed outwards from his sheath packed in his pants. Bevid looked adorable already, but here was the opportunity to see him swell up that Cupid had been waiting for.

Immediately, Cupid grabbed Bevid and pulled the smaller man into a kiss. Lips pressed into each other, dark noses lightly rubbed, and Cupid's girth pressed firmly into Bevid's front.

The smaller man was taken off-guard, but he melted into the kiss with a warm, grunting snort of breath. It washed warm and sweet against Cupid's muzzle before Bevid inhaled deeply and pulled back, huffing, grunting out, "So the party... put on our costumes?"

That was all Cupid needed to begin stripping down.

In a little under an hour, Cupid and Bevid were walking up to the Sigma Nu Phi house.

Each of them wore a little Christmas costume. Bevid, being the smaller of the two, had opted for a playful red and green elf costume. The shirt was a bright Christmas green and had an embroidered present on the front. Instead of pants, he'd opted for a red skirt, something that would give Cupid a little more access to him in case they wanted to get frisky at the party. He'd even put a pair of booties on his hooves so they looked like festive little shoes. The tops were lined with jingling bells. And of course, wrapped around his tail was the mistletoe he'd taken from Cupid.

Cupid, much to his reindeer name, had opted for a leather harness, a set of reins, and just enough of a pair of shorts that his dick wouldn't be hanging out. The rest of him was bare, allowing his plump belly to jiggle in front of him, his fat ass to bulge backwards, his thick thighs to grind and press against one another, and his wobbling tits to push and strain the little straps holding them up. Around his neck was a set of jingle bells attached to his harness to make him jingle along with Bevid's playful sound.

The moment they walked into the frat house, a cheer went up. Everyone there clearly saw that #8, "Cupid," had been found.

Looking up at the actual Cupid with wide, doe-like eyes, Bevid piped up, "What's that for? Were we expected? Or they just like our outfits?"

Before he could answer, someone in the crowd shouted out, "Awright Cupid! You found #8! Let's get him popped and we can really get this party started!"

Bevid's eyes went wider and his ears stood up as he looked into the large main room. There were already seven massive white splatters coating the floor, ceiling, some furniture, and some of the party-goers. Off to the side, Jasper sat in his Santa outfit, busily jerking off, watching and staring at both Cupid and Bevid. Unlike the other party goers who looked excited with anticipation, Jasper's eyes were narrowed and there was a slight smirk on his face.

Cupid wasn't paying attention to the crowd or Jasper or the cum stains in the room. Instead, his eyes were on Bevid and a sheepish, almost apologetic surprise spread on his face. He looked up, held up a finger to the room, shouted "One sec!", and pulled Bevid back outside, shutting the door behind them.

They stood on the frat's front stoop in the cold in their little costumes. Cupid had a look of blushing, bashful shame on his face. Bevid had a pouty, thick-lipped scowl.

"Just what is going on here, mister greedy guts? Why were they calling me number eight? And why were they all calling for me to get popped, hmmmm?" Bevid looked up at Cupid while rising to the tips of his hooves, tail flicking back and forth behind him. His arms were crossed and the thick-lipped scowl had deepened.

The flush that was in Cupid's ears and cheeks had spread to his entire face and down his front. Whenever he was embarrassed or caught in an uncomfortable sensation, his chest burned with heat, and right now his nipples felt like they could melt through a block of ice. They were obscured by his harness, but Cupid could feel the way they'd swollen and grown hot, the way his tits almost felt plumper with the rush of blood to them.

A hand moved to Cupid's head and stroked lightly across his ears, flatting them back in a show of contrition. He'd been caught, but that was inevitable, given that he'd let Bevid keep the mistletoe and come to the party. There was no way Cupid could have brought Bevid to the party without everyone else finding out who was wearing the mistletoe, and that meant everyone in the house wanting to see a big, fat pop. Cupid knew he was the one who was actually "lucky" enough to get picked, but he just couldn't get past the idea of it being Bevid from the moment he saw the handsome buck's tail flicking with the mistletoe around it. The sight made him hard before and it threatened to violate his little shorts now.

He shifted from hoof to hoof, grunting and huffing warmly, eyes wandering along Bevid's figure, down over the little elf costume to the little skirt that only did enough to keep Bevid modest while walking around outside. Cupid's heart raced in his chest, thumped hard as a lump formed in his throat. He swallowed, inhaled deeply, and steeled himself to finally come clean.

"Okay. So. There's this... tradition. Eight reindeer, not literal reindeer mind, but eight folks get picked. And they get mistletoe around their tails and run out into the night. Gotta find 'em and bring 'em back to the party so..." Cupid looked down at Bevid once more, then leaned down to slide his arms around the smaller man, hands moving to the mistletoe around Bevid's tail. Cupid's fingers curled around that tail and gently began to stroke before he continued, "So they can... get popped. So there's a white Christmas. Or no parties for the next year." Saying that last, he exhaled sharply and looked down to Bevid's already pouting face now with furrowed brows and a little scowl.

"So you brought me here wearing this little trinket that was originally around your tail for you to get popped and now everyone in there thinks it's me that's going to get popped. Is that correct?" Bevid asked that with a stern little scowl and arms crossed over his chest.

Sighing heavily, Cupid nodded and looked down to Bevid with ears flat on his head and a doe-eyed stare of contrition. "Yeah that's right," he said, "'Cause I really like you Bevid, and you're really cute, and I really want to see you swelling up and I really want to pop you. You know how much I've been teasing you about it and I was gonna ask you at the party tonight if you'd let me, but I didn't think I'd get picked as one of the reindeer! So I just... kinda panicked and then you came in and you were all cute and you put it in your tail and I just got really hard seeing you like that and thinking about you all puffing up with a big belly and soft and jiggly and"

One of Bevid's fingers pushed against Cupid's muzzle, silencing him. The smaller buck stared up at Cupid, still pouty and slightly scowling. Cupid's eyes were wide staring down at Bevid.

"You're a big, dumb, cuddly goof, you know that?" came Bevid's reply. "If you had just told me what was going on back at your place and asked me, I would have said yes. It would have been perfectly OK and then you wouldn't be standing there shaking like you're about to pass out."

Bevid huffed and snorted, stamped a foot, then gave his hips a shake from side to side. "Okay, you big marshmallow. You can pop me. But only you! No one else gets involved! And if you can't do it, no white Christmas and no parties, understand?"

It was everything Cupid had wanted and right there in a cute little elfin package all for him. His ears perked up and his eyes went wide. A smile split his muzzle that stretched from ear to ear. He straightened up and thrust his hips forward to put his package on display. With a deep and hearty "Yes sir!" Cupid pushed both chest and belly forward in a display of strength and bulk, one he knew that Bevid enjoyed seeing. Then he bent forward and grabbed the smaller buck, hoisted him into the air and over his shoulder to carry him ass first.

The sudden movement earned a sharp squeal from Bevid, much to Cupid's delight.

With eagerness and abandon, Cupid threw the Sigma Nu Phi front door open and strode into the large front room. Everyone inside had begun to mill about again, looks of frustration and disappointment on their faces. Had they been tricked or had the Cupid for that year backed out at the last moment? Nothing was mandatory and everyone was an eager volunteer, after all. It wouldn't be any fun if everyone wasn't having fun, especially the one getting popped. At the bang of the door flying open, the crowd turned their head to look in Cupid's direction, and seeing the large reindeer stride into the building with Bevid slug across his shoulder, ass in the air, and mistletoe proudly on display, they stared, eager with anticipation.

"Number eight wishes us all a white Christmas!" he shouted into the room.

The cheering roar from the crowd rose into the air at the salvation of their Christmas bursting tradition. Hands went to slap at Cupid's as, his belly, and his tits, pawing and groping at him with some of the crowd reaching for Bevid.

As soon as hands touched the smaller buck, Cupid lifted him higher into the air away from the eager crowd.

"Hold on! He's only going to let me pop him! No one else!"

Again, the crowd quieted down with eyes looking and staring at the couple, their revelry somewhat subdued again.

"Well it's what he wants, you know? It's only right."

"Yeah but can you do it, Cupid?" came a shout from the crowd.

"Yeah can you? That's an awful lot of pressure" the crowd burst into laughter.

"SHUT UP YOU SHITHEADS I'M SERIOUS!" the complainer shouted into the noise.

"He can do it! Look at how big his nuts are! And he's been dating Bevid for like a month without coming to the party last month! You know he's gotta be backed up!"

"Let him have his chance!" came a small, squeaky voice, Jasper's, from the back of the crowd.

The crowd all turned to face their Santa, naked save for the massive red sack that his balls were stuffed into like a pouch of gifts for all the good girls and good boys.

"It's Christmas! If Bevid says he wants only Cupid and Cupid says he can do it, then that's what's gonna happen." Jasper stared at Cupid, a smile on his face and mischief in his eyes. Jasper was the only one who knew who drew the short straws.

Again, the crowd cheered, this time parting for Cupid and Bevid, the party's "Cupid" that would paint the walls.

Cupid strode forward, one hand groping and fondling Bevid's ass, the other busily undoing the little harness he'd stuffed himself into. As it popped open, his already swelling dick sprung into the air while his plump, hanging ovoid testicles swung down between his legs. He let out a warm and satisfied grunt at finally being able to free himself from the confines of the tightly gripping leathers.

Bevid, meanwhile, had propped himself up against Cupid's back, only able to see the man's fat ass and the people behind him. He was busily blowing kisses to the crowd in playful, wide-open armed gestures as if bidding welcome to all his fans. Of course this would be his last show and he knew it, but they would all be there to watch him and it would be Cupid who did it, the only one he'd actually wanted to do it. At least this way he'd be guaranteed it would be only Cupid and that he'd get to go out with a big, flashy showing.

There had already been seven pops that night and there were seven rather large splatters around the room. Most of them were splattered up walls and spread across the floor, leaving a mucky, wet, and gooey landscape for Cupid to trod through while showing Bevid off to the crowd. It wasn't Cupid's intention to simply push Bevid against a wall, though. He wanted something a little more public.

Cupid strode to the middle of the room and hooked a hoof under one of the coffee tables. With a grunt and a kick, he lifted it into the air and shoved it to the side with his foot, tossing it between two of the couches.

The crowd looked on with eager anticipation at what was to come, watching as Cupid planted Bevid down into one of the room's cum-free spots, leaned down to plant a kiss on his lips, and then whispered into the buck's ear.

Bevid smirked, then turned and shook his ass at the crowd. Facing away from Cupid, the smaller man knelt down and then leaned forward so that he was on his hands and knees with his ass in the air. Like that, his tail was positioned to flit and flag upwards while the mistletoe around it jingled back and forth with every flick. His rounded ass cheeks jiggled slightly, not nearly as much as Cupid's would have in the same position, but certainly more than enough to show off a plump ass to everyone looking. Almost as if knowing what was going to go on that night, he'd foregone any underwear, so as his little elfin skirt flipped up with the flick of his rear, he put himself on display for all the watchers.

Bevid's own plump nuts hung down between his legs, not nearly as large as Cupid's, but certainly more than enough for a display that any of the party-goers would have enjoyed were they in Cupid's position. Bevid's legs spread, slowly, as his ass lifted upwards more, putting himself on further display. That motion served to spread his cheeks so that everyone could see his rosy pucker gently flexing in anticipation.

Cupid, in particular, stared hard down at Bevid's display. The whole time, his dick had been rising, bloating and swelling thicker and fatter. It pushed outwards heavy from his fuzzy white sheath, jiggling as it grew and the lip of his sheath stretched open around the man's growing erection.

The dick bulging and swelling rapidly upwards slapped against Cupid's belly. It was thick, as thick as Cupid's wrist, and had a broad, flat tip with a plump flare and bulging urethra. The tip yawned slightly as a gooey, drooling wad of precum oozed from the man's prick, down the heavy black underbelly all the way to his balls. As Cupid's cock swelled to a full erection, it pushed up against his belly and rose past his navel, a straining pole of meat streaked with pulsing veins and bisected by a medial ring as plump as one of his fingers.

There were appreciative whistles from the crowd at the sight of the reindeer dick bobbing eagerly and angrily in the air. While the parties were known for massive nuts, huge dicks weren't always in ready supply, but Cupid was about to make his more than available for his date.

Bevid looked back at his date, lips pursed while his hips continued to just lightly sway back and forth. With a hand, he ran his fingers along his ass, against his crack and into the valley of his plump buck butt. Then his other hand joined into the display, taking one ass cheek with a firm grip. Both hands squeezed at his plump cheeks and then pulled to spread them open. That put his pucker framed by his cheeks, a deep pink knot between his balloon butt cheeks.

"Go on. Put it in me. You look like you're gonna pop yourself if you don't," came Bevid's voice.

Cupid already needed little encouragement to get into the motion of fucking his date, but the display and those playful words spurned him onwards. One hand took hold of his dick, right behind his wide ebony flare, while the other hand grabbed at Bevid's ass. Fingers pushed lightly at his pucker, starting to spread it, then pulled downwards ever so slightly to stretch the hole open. His other hand moved his cock head up and into Bevid's valley, wedged the spongy tip against the top of the man's asshole, and with his fingers in Bevid's butt working like a shoehorn, Cupid began to work his dick into his soon to be condom of a date.

The fit was a little tough, as it always was in the buck. Bevid was smaller than Cupid and Cupid's dick was large even for his size, so it took a little work of gently prying and pushing. The crown of Cupid's flare dimpled and bent slightly as the edges began to slip and squeeze into Bevid's body. The tight ring squeezed gently and insistently against Cupid's cock tip, working and milking lightly at it until the moment that Cupid's tip slipped into Bevid with a meaty little SPOP.

A shudder ran through the large reindeer while a whine slipped from the smaller one's lips. They both wanted this no matter the brief argument before.

As Cupid began to slide inwards, Bevid lowered his shoulders downwards to the ground. Meanwhile, his hands never left his ass, keeping his cheeks spread wide so that the gathered crowd could watch the man being spread widely open on Cupid's shaft. Bevid's hips gave a slight quiver. The motion served to make his nuts jiggle back and forth between his legs. And though the crowd didn't really have a good look at it, Bevid's cock pushed up hard into the slight pudge of his stomach. The heavy, swelling cock dimpled into the soft bulge of his belly, not nearly as large as Cupid's that would soon be resting against his back, but it was a warm embrace against his dick. He gave a slight push with his hips and ground the head of his shaft up against his gut.

Warm, heated little moans slid from Bevid's lips. His tongue lapped lightly along them, dashing just slightly up to his nose before lolling out once more. Bevid could feel the way that Cupid's plump, flat-tipped equine dick popped in past his ring with a soft little schlup of sound and a pleasant little pop of flesh. It spread him open, then dug deeper, sliding slowly lower and lower into his guts. When Bevid felt the press of Cupid's medial ring against his anus, he let out a slight little bleat of pleasure just moments before it worked back and forth and then slipped inside of him. The base of the buck's cock was almost as thick as his flare, so when Cupid's hips met with Bevid's, it was a return to the pleasant stretch of the moment Cupid first entered into him.

Bevid looked back and up at Cupid with a smile. The larger buck had slid a hand under his belly and hefted it upwards, the warm, plump fat gut hoisted up enough that Cupid wouldn't have any trouble pressing his hips against Bevid. As the smaller buck watched, Cupid lowered his gut back down to rest it atop Bevid's ass. It covered his tail and the little sprig of mistletoe and just a little bit of his lower back in a warm embrace of heated, heavy reindeer fat. To Bevid, it was like a hug.

To Cupid, it was the signal that he wasn't about to pull out. His hips rolled backwards to drag his dick slowly free of Bevid's ass, though his belly remained firmly pressed down against Bevid's back. Then he thrust forward and into Bevid, slamming his hips hard against the smaller buck's ass. The motion made his entire pudgy figure jiggle and wobble. The thick gut resting on Bevid's back rose upwards just slightly while the pair of plump, jiggling titties resting heavily atop Cupid's chest wobbled against one another.

From the crowd there came a soft mutter of "I'd love to fuck your titties some time, Cupid." The little comment made the buck's ears flush a deep red, but it did nothing to stop the motion he was settling into.

In and out his cock pushed through Bevid. Short strokes led into long stroked led back into short strokes in an ever changing rhythm. Heated flesh spread Bevid over and over while a pulse of pleasure constantly rose up through Cupid's dick causing it to jerk and spasm inside that warm buck hole. Cupid let out constant little gasps of pleasure while thrusting. He was finally going to nut in Bevid and make him a huge cum splatter. It was what he was hoping for the whole time while dating the smaller man, and he knew from the way Bevid's asshole gripped around his dick, pulled at his medial ring, sucked hard every time he pulled back, that Bevid was looking forward to it, too.

So was the crowd. Already the murmurs were getting louder.

"How big do you think he'll get?"

"Does Cupid have a short fuse? Like Jasper? I don't want to be waiting around all night for my turn to get popped."

"Look at how fat his nuts are! I bet he hasn't cum in a week!"

"Bevid sure was a cutie. Cupid's lucky to have had him."

"If you keep playing with it I'm gonna nut and you'll have to get someone else to pop you!"

None of the conversation really made it into either Bevid or Cupid's minds. They were engrossed with one another, the pleasure of getting to fuck like this in front of everyone at the frat.

As Cupid's pace slowly increased, the sound of slaps filled the air. It was a mix of warm, plump fat slapping against Bevid's back and Cupid's swinging nuts clapping back and forth against Bevid's thighs and Cupid's own chubby thighs. The sound rose into the air with a growing pace that matched the growing heavy breathing coming from Cupid. His eyes were closed and his brow furrowed, sweat lightly beaded against his temples.

Viewers from behind got to watch the large buck's ass jiggling and his ovoid nuts swaying between and against his thighs. Cupid's tail stayed flagged upwards, twitching and jerking back and forth. Every time he hilted into Bevid, that tail twitched back and forth in time with the sensation of Bevid's squeezing ass.

Cupid moved his hands from Bevid's hips upwards along his own belly to stroke and squeeze lightly at it with one hand while the other moved up to one of his chubby breasts. He began to squeeze both, fingers rolling the rounded pudge of his chest while others stroked around his gut, pushed in against it, and dimpled it back and forth. He groaned out warmly, hotly, as his fingers teased at his belly button and nipples both.

Beneath him, Bevid whimpered and moaned with pleasure. Soft little comments of "Harder," "So big," and "More" slid from his lips over and over.

Each thrust forward into Bevid's smaller body made Cupid's cock bend ever so slightly. The buck was tight, but he was also squeezing down around Cupid's cock. Bevid's tight ring milked at his partner's shaft with each stroke, and when Cupid pulled back to ease his shaft out of Bevid, that gripping pull tugged along his dick in a tight sleeve of warm, soft, and velvety smooth flesh. Each time Cupid's medial ring popped free, it bulged and swelled with a sudden pulse visible to anyone lucky enough to be able to see it. Inside, hidden to all but the two bucks, Cupid's equine flare stretched larger, the bumpy ridge bloating a little more with sudden pulses.

"Bevid ease up... you're going to make me cum!" Cupid whined out with an open mouthed groan. His tongue lapped at his lips in a heavy slather of saliva while his nose puffed and snorted strongly.

"I WANT you to cum, you fat goof! I want everyone to watch me burst into nothing but a wave of your jizz!" Bevid's voice rose into the air while his ass lifted and thrust backwards again and again, meeting Cupid's pace. The smaller man's thrusts slapped into Cupid's belly to send the sound of plump flesh against flesh into the air.

Soon, that sound was met with a rising chant from the crowd.

"Pop him! Pop him! Pop him!"

The mingled chorus calling for Bevid's end and the start of the party lifted into the air with an eagerness and horny desperation. Everyone was watching. Cupid could feel their eyes and the heat of their bodies. He could see the erections around the room, the tits hanging out, guys jerking each other off, girls fingering each other. Throughout the room everyone was watching and waiting for their chance to have some fun and it was all reliant on Cupid finally hitting his climax and bursting his date.

Everything combined was more than enough for Cupid's poorly overtaxed body. His heart beat fast in his chest, his breath came deep and heavy while his chest rose and fell, and his belly continued to bounce and jiggle. The viewers from behind knew, though, that the big buck had hit his peak. They watched as Cupid's nuts drew up hard in his sac and the base of his cock began to twitch hard.

Inside Bevid, Cupid's cock flared outwards into a fat, flat mushroom. It bulged Bevid's belly just slightly before disappearing in a sudden puff and swell right at the bulge. Cupid came hard, snorting and grunting out loudly as he finally got what he wanted and nutted, hard, inside of Bevid.

The first pulse hit hard inside the buck's body like a punch in the gut, though warmer and more filling. It still drove Bevid's breath from his body, but when he inhaled, it was filled with the sweet suckling whine of a man knowing that he was going to get what he wanted all along.

Bevid's belly bulged downwards, puffed for just a moment right behind his navel, and then expanded suddenly with a jiggling pulse. He already had a bit of a gut, but it grew instantly more rounded and puffy. His love handles that were nothing to compare to Cupid's before suddenly grew like muffins puffing up from their baking tin. The surging wave of hot buck spunk began its work on the eager man taking it, starting to inflate him and turn him into the condom that the entire crowd was cheering for him to become.

Hot spunk surged into Bevid's belly, up and into his chest, made his stomach grow as well as his chest. It warmed him from inside and made him feel sluggishly heavy, but in a way that was more like a huge and wonderfully filling meal, something like he had shared with Cupid on many occasions. This time, he'd be the one ingesting far more than his boyfriend, and he'd end up far fatter and more content. At least for a little while. A deep groan of pleasure mingled with anticipation rose from his lips in a heated rumble to join Cupid's snorting and huffing moans in a chorus of pleasure and pleasured.

The sound of gurgling and sloshing that rose from Bevid's expanding gut supplied its own melody to the pair. As Bevid's belly swelled, the white of his growing cut fur pushed down against his dick, bending it and soon hiding it from view. That white dome sloped downwards in an ever expanding ball of jiggling deer hide until it pressed to the ground beneath him. Then, with a heavy wobble, his gut began to expand to the sides. In front, viewers got to watch Bevid's chest swelling, his pecs growing more doughy and soft, rounding outwards right along with his growing belly. As his pecs grew, his nipples puffed and swelled, growing into fat little half-orbs atop his wobbling new tits. They were perky and fat, already swollen stiff and sensitive from the pleasure of being fucked, but now they were packed full of Cupid's heated seed.

The snorts and whines from Cupid's muzzle slowly deepened into his own rumbling moan of pleasure as his orgasm continued, surging slowly and steadily through his prick.. The underbelly of his massive cock bulged and swelled time and again like a balloon as hot spunk raced from his balls and through his heavily worked prick. The little bit that remained outside of Bevid twitched and jerked hard with steady pulses, rising and falling and pulsating, throbbing with steady clenches of Cupid's prostate. It worked overtime to empty his ovoid nuts into his soon to be ex-date.

Looking down, Cupid watched Bevid's sides expanding into his legs followed by his already cushiony ass expanding in imitation of Cupid's own butt. The hands gripping onto Bevid's rear sank slightly into the expanding flesh, dimpling it and making the man's ass cheeks jiggle back and forth and lightly clap against the fat reindeer dick spreading them apart. In short time, Bevid's rapidly wiggling and flagging tail disappeared between the growing brown swells of deer boy butt pushing upwards more and more. Cupid tensed up at the sight of Bevid's tail disappearing and let out a snorting, heavy chested rumble.

"Bevid! Your ass! It's as fat as mine!" and saying that he thrust forward, hard, into the cushion of his boyfriend's butt. He could feel his already ballooned flare suddenly puff larger into the sea of swirling cum and deer inside of Bevid's body.

Everyone in front and on the sides of the show got a good look at the ripple of heated flesh surging forward from Cupid's impact to slosh up through his gut in a liquid wave, into his chest to make his rounded tits bulge larger, and then up against his arms which gave a sudden puff as they too surged into the swelling action.

The rising gut pushing down against the floor and Bevid's torso at the same time set Cupid's mind swimming. He lurched forward against the growing buck, his hands moved from Bevid's ass to plant against his swelling sides, and with a firm grip, Cupid strained backwards in a sudden rushing tug. While Cupid had a thick layer of fat all over him, he had spent a lot of time working out in a gym before he spent time working out his fork arm at the buffet. Under his jiggling bulk, muscles that hadn't been properly used in a long time came to life in a surge of strength. Cupid's fingers sank into Bevid's swelling sides, took a firm grip on his cum-filled hide, and then pulled. Bevid suddenly rolled backwards, launching into the air with a "WHOOP!" of surprise and a loud, grunting snort from Cupid. The rolling and still growing cum-bag that was Bevid launched back into Cupid's arms and then atop him as both bucks slammed against the floor in a massive crash.

A deafening cheer rose from the crowd of onlookers as Bevid's bulk spread out atop Cupid. Now, Cupid was the one on the bottom and Bevid was on full display. The buck's cock had swollen like a fat balloon, bulging and dimpling his bloated belly and coating it with spurting streamers of jizz. His nipples had fattened and elongated like teats, chest puffed and swollen thick, and his belly wobbled and rolled atop him. As Cupid bucked against and into Bevid's cushiony ass, the underbelly of his cock bulged once more as a fresh wave of spunk surged up and into Bevid.

The smaller, now much larger buck, gurgled audibly, eyes bulging just slightly as a burp of cum splashed out of his mouth. Already his cheeks were starting to puff up and outwards to match the swelling bulk of his legs and arms. He rose like a pile of over proofed dough up and into the air while his arms and legs both rounded outwards, thickening into logs that spread out to the sides.

As Bevid's fingers puffed up into their own fat little sausages, someone in the crowd shouted out, "Come on Cupid! Make him blow!" Immediately, the crowd started to chant "Pop! Pop! Pop!" once more.

It was music to Cupid's ears, hearing the crowd cheering for him, listening to the gurgling, straining wobble of Bevid's body atop him, smothering him in so much thickened and bloated up buck now made mostly of spunk. The surging ocean of jizz inside of Bevid made rolling, sloshing sounds that only the two coupling bucks could really make out, but more than that, there was the all too familiar popping adjacent sound beginning to rise to Cupid's ears. There was a growing creak coming from Bevid.

The massive buck turned condom was starting to reach his limit. With cheeks bloated and jiggling, ears rounded outwards, and a while body that looked more like a comical Thanksgiving float than a slightly chubby buck, Bevid whined out with pleasure, burped once more, and shouted into the room, "I'm popping!"

The crowd let out a roar to match the sound of the growing, straining creak of deer hide. Bulges appeared across Bevid's body, patches of fur parted to reveal strained skin that was already starting to leak hot white cum in places. His dick sagged forward as a sudden rush of cum exploded from it, hosing outwards unable to support its own bulk anymore.

Cupid, mostly hidden, wrapped his arms against Bevid's sides and cried out once more, humped up hard, and slightly squeezed.

Bevid's eyes bulged for just a moment before he exploded, bursting into a massive splatter that splashed hot reindeer cum up and into the air and across the crowd onlookers standing the closest, and of course, absolutely soaking Cupid beneath.

The rolling wave of spunk splashed out and down across the floor to make a massive tidal wave of hot jizz, all that was left of Bevid, with a completely white and sticky Cupid left in the center of the pool of cum, gasping and panting, his now freed dick still sticking straight up into the air. His flare was rounded up and out, bloated massive, and his cum still flowed freely in a wrist-thick geyser from his dick to paint the ceiling.

He was finally able to vent a little of the pressure that had built up over the past few weeks of anticipation for turning Bevid into a huge sticky stain of cum perfect for the frat's drains.

The crowd cheered once more, the Christmas ritual completed on time. The party goers congratulated Cupid, some clapping him on his still pulsing and spraying dick and others on his jiggling, rolling belly. Every slap against his body made a wet and gooey thwacking sound rise into the air and left a momentary hand print in the muck coating Cupid's strained figure.

He lay there on the floor, eyes closed and a smile on his face while catching his breath as the party really set into motion. The crowd dispersed into their own corners, most of them going off to find a partner to celebrate the new year with and ensure that there would be far more joining Bevid in the drains.

The patter of little feet slapping in cum came close to Cupid's ears. He opened his eyes and looked up to see Jasper in his little Santa costume, his nuts decorated as Santa's sack. Smiling, Cupid gave a little nod. "Hope you liked the show, Santa."

Jasper leaned down close to Cupid's ear and began to whisper. "I know what you did, you naughty boy," came his sweet, high pitched voice soft and syrupy, "You changed your ornament with Bevid just so you could pop him instead of getting popped yourself."

Cupid's ears perked up and a deep heat of embarrassment ran through him, turning him a deep crimson that was only hidden by all the cum soaking his fur.

"I.. uh... so...." he stammered out, trying to compose himself.

"You're on my nutty list, big boy. I'm going to make sure that before the next White Christmas party that you join Bevid, so enjoy the year while you can. You're gonna be my big, fat, jiggling condom, and I'm going to enjoy listening to you begging me to pop you." Jasper planted a long, slow kiss right on Cupid's lips, silencing any response that reindeer might have given him and making the buck's cheeks even hotter with embarrassment.

When Jasper broke the kiss, he stood up and rolled his hips forward to rest his Santa's sack of popping treats right on top of Cupid's face.

Cupid shuddered just slightly and lay there a moment before reaching up and wrapping his arms around Jasper's balls to begin making out with them. He couldn't say no to an offer like that, especially from Jasper. It would be a pretty good Christmas present to look forward to, after all. Jasper's loads always made his condoms look the best before they exploded, and if that's what was going to happen to him, Cupid resolved to enjoy those fat nuts while he could.

It was going to be a long year of anticipation for when it would happen, but what a treat it would be when he finally got his nutty list present.