You're so stupid on perversion and lust that you decide escalate things even further. If those tiny toes on your wet cock made your legs wobble, you wonder what a soft pair of baby lips would do. 

You elect to leave your underwear on, just pushed down below your balls. It makes them look more plump, anyways. 

You continue to bounce Chris with one arm while you use the other to smear your heavy flood of precum around your shaft and entire head, the lewd slapping noises of adult male masturbation filling the nursery. You giggle and babble at your laughing son while you walk over to the changing table, the only surface in the room that's at cock height. 

You blow your baby boy a wet raspberry while you use your fat cock to sweep all the changing paraphernalia and stuffed toys littering to surface to one side, giving yourself a nice area to play on. 

You sit Chris down on the table, resting the baby on his stomach, his face pointed right towards your dripping adult male dong. You stand there for a moment, hands on your hips, as you appreciate the moment. 

"Chris, I'd like you meet Daddy's fat fucking dick! He's gonna be your new fwiend, so pway nice, okay?" You say with an exaggerated baby voice. 

Chris is looking right at your bouncing penis. His little eyes, only a few months old, follow your flushed cockhead, an innocent smile spread across his spittle-shiny lips. It's just a fucked up juxtaposition, the smooth youth of your son only a few inches from the hard, hairy rod jutting from your bush. 

You waggle your hips back and forth, thrusting forward and back, putting on a little cocktease show for your baby cub. He giggles at your cock, entranced by the shiny plum flying around and flinging thick splatters of precum every which way. Your sagging balls gurgle loudly from down below, swinging gently between your muscular thighs. 

"Aww, does baby Chris like his Daddy's huge penis?" You ask, grabbing the shaft of your cock and squeezing tight, making your already-engorged cockhead swell up even bigger. 

"Does baby when give it a kiss? Huuuuuh?" You chuckle, keeping your hand firm around your base and pushing it forward. 

A low groan rumbles in your chest as your puffy cocklips make the faintest contact with the sinfully soft lips of your son, accompanied by the softest little wet smack. You pull your hips back and drool almost escapes your mouth as a little string of precum links you with your son. 

You push your hips forward again, making a cartoonishy kissing noise as you start to pepper Chris's face with sopping dick-kisses, an activity you usually do with your mouth. Your son just giggles along, unaware that the moisture he keeps licking off his lips is his Dad's nasty pedo preslop. 

You hips snap forward a little harder than you expected, and Chris's small nose and mouth get wedged in piss-slit with a soppy splat. A goon-crazed smile pulls at your lips and your cock gives a mighty throb, expanding the head a little bit more. 

You stay there for a minute, humping your son with infinitesimal motions, grinding yourself onto his face. With every flex of your pelvic floor, the perverted sex game feels better and better. Wet slaps and soaking slurps caress your ears as you lose yourself in the motions. Once again, it's a soft fussy cry from your son that brings you back to yourself.

Your eyes bug out a little in surprise when you look back down. Your bulky glans, purple with animal lust, has swallowed Chris's tiny face all the way back to his ears. Streams of precum leak over the seam between his face and your cock, trickling into his hair and streaming down his teeny body. 

He must not enjoy being ear-deep in his Daddy's urethura, if his muffled cries are anything to go by. He isn't happy at all in the dark, dank tube, thick precum pushing up around his mouth and the strong stink of cum burning his button nose. 

"Awww, buddy, did Daddy accidently cover your cute little face?" You murmur, reaching a hand down to gently soothe his downy hair. 

The sight is spectacular, your long adult fingers carding through the tiny blond hairs, only an inch away from the pulsating cockhead swallowing your boy's face. You're about to pull yourself away when Chris gingerly snorts a little, trying to blow some pre-seminal fluid out from his nose. The little gust of air tickles your super-sensitive cum-tube, a strong pump rising from your pelvis. Your penile glans expands again, sucking in a little air as it creeps further back Chris's face. 

Watching that sends a sharp shiver down your spine. All higher thinking has left you at this point, so consumed by lust and taboo greed. You can only focus on what feels good, and Chris's head sinking ever deeper into your high-strung dong feels fucking great. 

You change your grip on his head from a loving paternal cupping to a firm hold. Your cock and arm flex in tandem, a drawn-out cuss hissing under your breath as you drive Chris deeper into your slit. 

The nursery becomes hazy as you develop a rhythm, flexing and pushing and sucking and slurping. Your eyes are fixated on infant son and your dick, pupils blown wide as you slowly feed your cock. 

Everytime your thobbing slit tickles your fingers, you move you hand down further. From his hair, to his neck, to his shoulders you keep your grip steady but gentle. Chris moves from fussing to out-right struggling, his little head moving around and rubbing against your slimy cockwalls. His cries are getting wetter and thicker as time goes on, filtered through the muck of your cock syrup. 

"Ssshh, baby, it's okay. Just a fun little game, yeah? Be a good boy for Daddy, thaaat's it, be a good little baby for Papa." You soothe, though you never want his wiggling to stop. 

Within a few minutes, your fingers are making their way across the crinkly puff of Chris's diaper. Your dong looks far bigger than you've ever seen it, more than twice it's usual length from being stuffed with baby meat, and inches longer for sure. 

You pause as your dick reaches the hem of the diaper, taking a brief break to shoosh and pat your son's plush behind. The familiar sound of your big hand gently patting his diapered ass fights with the lewd, wet slurping noises your cock is making around his upper body.

A crazed smile tugs at you lips as you balls growl loudly, the stretching feeling in your urethra only making them hungrier. 

You coo at the squirming lump in your dick, calming him down just enough so you can continue with your sick desires. 

Whether because of your comforting pats, or the slimy hug from your nasty cock, Chris calms down enough that a tantrum is no longer in the works. He's still fidgeting around, of course, soft hair and tiny fingers giving untold pleasure to your urethral cavern, and for that your thankful. 

Your fingers toy with the legs of Chris's diaper, wondering if you should take it off. As hot it would be to see your son's little baby buttcheeks get swallowed by your cock, the soft material feels like it would be amazing rubbing against your insides, so you to leave it on. 

You don't know when you a simple game of kiss-the-cock turned into shoving your son all the way into your cock, but you're helpless to stop yourself know. You wrap your hands firmly around his pudgy ass and thighs, drool starting to form at the edges of your mouth. 

Your tongue lolls out of your mouth and your eyes go almost cross-eyed as you give a strong tug. Your cock glorps and schlups as you feed five inches of diapered baby to your cock at once, the puffy padding of Chris's tiny ass sunk between your dicklips. Your entire body shakes as more and more of your oversensitive urethra is stroked and rubbed by squirming child. 

Your hips buck forward, and your cock jumps up into the air, arcing all the way to your chest before starting to descend back. You catch it mid-flight, not wanting to drop your cock-covered son back onto the table. 

You stand there for a moment, groaning and grunting like an idiot, holding your massively oversized cock to your chest. You trail one hand up and down the squirming lump that Chris makes in your dick, tickling his tiny features through the relatively thin skin of your dongtube. 

Gravity is starting to help Chris go down your tube, and combined with your throbbing, sucking cock he's going down faster. You slowly jack your cock, running your hands up and down the entire veiny shaft and getting yourself nice and sloppy with precum. 

Chris's cute little feet kick purposelessly right below your head, his chubby thighs and legs the only part of him left. The change in orientation leaves him confused and even more upset, his wiggling struggles renewing with extra vigor. You try letting go of your cock for a second, happy to find that you're so erect that Chris's meager weight does nothing to tip it over. 

You grab at the wiggling toes and bring them together, tickling them with your big fingers and rubbing your nose and lips against them. They smell like sweet baby feet and precum. You give them a few loving smooches as you hump the air, pushing your cock up higher and higher. 

You giggle mindlessly as your son's feet slip away from the reach of your lips. You look straight down, seeing the dark chasm that your infant boy is slowly being sucked into. You poke and tickle them, feverishly pushing them into your cock. You feel as your piss lips suck over his thighs, knees, ankles, til eventually only his squirming piglets are in the open air. 

"Do it, baby boy, fucking do it," You hiss, "Get into Daddy's fucking dong, let me fuckin cock-eat you, son!"

You cry out as his little toes slip inside, your cock burping a fat load of precum out of it's slit, now clear of obstruction. Even though Chris has disappeared from view, he's only halfway down the entire length of your cock. 

You hop up onto the changing table, giving your aching legs a rest. You fall into a deep gooned-out zone as you rub your hands up and down your meaty dick, feeling the squirming bulge ooze lower and lower. It looks unreal, but the overwhelming physical sensations are more than enough to tell you that it's very real. 

His screams and cries are still muffled, getting a teeny bit fainter every inch of slimy cockhole he slides down. His little body is completely covered in thick presludge, making noisy little smacks and squealches as he struggles to move his little limbs in the dank, moist heat. 

You grunt in discomfort as Chris's cute little face smooshes up against some kind of sphincter at the base of your cock. It's an unfamiliar muscle, and you labor trying to control it. Your hands wander down to the stuffed area, massaging yourself right where your bloated cock meets your rumbling balls. The loose sac feels hot to the touch, angry babbles emanating from your hungry testes. 

You don't know how you know, but you're so sure that you're seconds away from getting your little boy right into your manly nutsac. You flex and work your pelvic muscles, only serving to push your boy harder against the tight muscle. In a moment of lucidity, you remember how you always get your dick to go down during unwanted erections, and find your answer.

You let yourself totally relax, falling back onto the table, your cock landing with a splat on your chest. A few moments later you gasp and shudder as you feel the sphincter loosen. A hot gust of air sweeps across your son's slimy face, reeking of potent cum. 

The tiny infant squirms and coughs as his little lungs are filled up with pure cum stink. The dank air inside of your sac is even warmer than tight heat of your cock tube. He gives a shocked cry as his head gently falls through the open hole. The stink burns his nose as he's dangled over big pool of jizz, almost boiling hot. He slides into your sac wet and sticky, birthed by the sphincter into an inferno of paternal cum.

You grunt at the unique feeling of your son passing through the base of your cock. You feel his face tickle your swollen testes, sliding noisily over the fleshy gonad, then start to dip into the hot pool of cum sitting in your sac. Your balls are so sensitive that you can feel every ripple and wave in the cum as your son's legs and ass slide in. When he falls all the way in, the slimy ring of muscle finally sliding over his toes, you can hear the squishy plop of his precum soaked diaper landing between your testes. 

You don't remember your loose sac ever being full of actual liquid cum before, but from the sloshing feeling you're getting down there you figure that has to be the case now. 

You miss the stretched feeling in your cock, but Chris's arms and legs sliding around the supple skin of your ball sac and bumping up against your huge, swollen testicles bring on their own surge of pleasure. 

The need to see what's happening outweighs your want to take a little rest and gather your strength, so you suck it up and hoist yourself back into a sitting position, eyes as wide as saucers as you look at your full sac. 

Amazingly, a baby-stuffed ballsac was way more obscene than a baby-stuffed cock. Your sac is huge, spilling over onto your thighs from where it sits at the edge of the changing table. Your testicles make huge lumps in the fleshy skin, but Chris makes an even bigger lump, a chubby bulge taking up most of the space in your nuts. You can see imprints of his limbs moving up and down in the skin, and the loose, goopy nutflesh leaves nothing to the imagination. 

Your mouth and cock drool heavily as tiny hand prints rise up in the hairy wrinkles of your scrotum, along with the occasional foot print. Rarely, a soft mask of your son's face presses up and gapes at you from the sac, mouth open wide as he wails and cries. The noises are muffled and gurgled, screamed through a mouthful of pungent semen. 

You gently explore the wriggling landscape with your hands, holding limbs and touching his face. It has the added benefit of rubbing your thick cum all over him, coating him in a healthy layer of white jizz. 

You have to see what you look like with such a fat ballsac. You ease yourself off the table, holding your Chris-sac until you're on steady feet. You tenderly drop your sac, letting off the weight bit by bit to see if it'll hurt from the weight pulling it down. It tugs a little at your groin, but it feels nice, like you're wearing a choice ball stretcher. 

It feels weird, but erotic, which you think is the theme for the night. You take a few test steps, you cock throbbing as the heavy weight below it sways a little between your thighs. You waddle over to your room, your nuts sloshing and gurgling and crying with every step. The starving hunger has faded, naturally, and all that's left is a deep sense of satiation. 

"Good baby, goooood baby." You whisper to your struggling sac. 

You're awed by your reflection in your full body mirror. Your upper body is the same sexy chest and core you've always remembered, but now it's underlined by a giant set of genitals. Your cock reachs over a foot long now, sticking straight up and rhythmically beating against your pecs, splattering precum. Your nuts hang down super low, the lowest point well below your wide-spread knees, still wriggling and squirming like a sack of snakes, if snakes had cute little hands.

Your mirror image is turning you on something fierce, but the background of your bedroom is too boring. You grunt mindlessly as you pick up the mirror and slowly haul it over to the nursery, setting it up so you can see the empty crib and stack of stuffed animals from around your swollen gonads. 

The change of scenery makes it all so much better. You stand in front of the mirror, looking at yourself from every angle. Your sac gurgles and glorps as you spread your legs and stick your ass out, letting your balls dangle down as you check yourself out from behind. 

You spy your underwear on the floor in the mirror. It must have fallen off your ankles sometime during your incestous sounding session. You smirk as you waddle over and pick it up, stepping into the well-worn leg holes and pulling it up to see how it fits now. 

The fabric is old and stretchy. Though the pouch of it is used to your regularly-sized set of hefty equipment stretching it out, you push it to it's very limit as you rest your son-sac into it. Amazingly it fits, but just barely. You can feel it almost cutting into your firm ass, the pouch completely stuffed with cock and balls. 

It makes you look almost more nasty than just the bare sac. When it's supported by your briefs, it's harder to tell that your ballbag is so huge because your baby boy is trapped inside. The only give is that frenzied squirming, the tell-tale impressions of hands and faces visible through the off-white fabric. 

You shake your hips, bouncing your bulge up and down, the thick wet sloshing noises deafening in the otherwise silent nursery. You hear Chris sputter and cough, no doubt having gotten a mouthful of cum in his yelling mouth. You wonder how much scum he's been forced to swallow by now, hoping his little tummy is distended from the sheer volume of papacum. 

The glorping gurgles and babbling bubbles are starting to get loud. Your sac tingles with a strange feeling, and you can't help but draw the connection to the sounds of your stomach after you eat a huge feast. Your mind races with what the two processes could have in common. 

Are you feeling so nasty and sick that you want it evil? Are you just so gooned out on the sloppy cum noises that you want things to get silly and messy? Or are you thinking of all the good times you've had with baby Chris, and feeling a surge of fatherly love?