Big Daddy

First Downe

Coach Ions recognized the disparity in Fat Andrew's eyes, as she had when his peen was blowing apart when she gave him head. "GIRLS." She screamed, causing massive damage to the stadium. "FAT ANDREW NEEDS HELP CARRYING OUR LORD AND SAVIOR BIG DADDY OFF THE FIELD. GET OVER HERE NOW, OKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY?" The cheer team, frozen in fear of a beating, raced to the scene, except for Ricardo, the token gay of the school, because that would be gay and they didn't need any more walkouts. 

It took every strained muscle of the cheer team to lift the enormous and sacred body of Big Daddy. Everyone was jealous of Brittany and Lindsay, because they got to hold his asscheeks. Lindsay gave Big Daddy's firm ass a tight squeeze and giggled with Brittany. Big Daddy held back the smile from his face. For the first time since he bought McDonalds (2 hours ago), he was happy. Sex and drugs were the only ways he could achieve that nowadays. And let it be known, Big Daddy certainly had a very big sex life, since every girl was drooling over him all the time. In addition, his massive amounts of money could buy him any drugs he wanted and pay off the cops if needed. But, truly, who would arrest Big Daddy?The girls finally reached the edge of the field after 2 hours of grunts and groans from everyone involved, including Fat Andrew, who wasn't doing anything. 

 The game commenced. Big Daddy watched in agony as the players he knew and loved quite so were continuing without his help. They had no chance without him. He blankly stared down at the wreckage of his penis, fighting back tears while remembering all the good fucks he had with his old peen, which he had named "Bigger Daddissimus". 

His best friend, Micheal, had to take over his spot as quarterback. This formed a small crack in his cold, dead heart. After each play, Micheal looked back at Big Daddy, guilt seeped through his eyes. Micheal meant everything to Big Daddy, and even though he had hundreds of thousands of friends, he felt that he could only have Micheal and he would be happy. The team wasn't doing well without Big Daddy, and there was nothing anyone could do about it. The team just could not function without his glorious presence on the field. At least the cheerleaders didn't have to do any push ups. 

The final alarm finally buzzed after what seemed like ages, revealing the end of the game. Thneedville-0, Nuketown 1737459958. This had been the worst game in the history of football. Big Daddy started to weep, as he watched his beautiful teammates be slowly ushered into the locker room to be raped by the coach as punishment. He thought back to those days and missed them. As more and more tears rolled down his precious face, the girls from all over the country who had come to watch him play flooded onto the field like a tsunami in Roblox. They all comforted him, but were careful to have self-control over touching his penis this time. Big Daddy's bodyguards tasered all the girls until they were nearly dead. Luckily, no one was in the stadium to request a walkout. 

One girl however, had gotten away. She had not only escaped the wrath of Big Daddy's bodyguards, she had swiped one of his 7 Rolexes. His bodyguards chased her down the field like their lives depended on it, and they did. Big Daddy hung his head and sobbed, too much had been robbed from him today. Suddenly, two young, fresh girls in their tiny little cheer uniforms pranced up to him. He recognized them as the girls who had been holding his tremendous asscheeks, Brittany and Lindsay. 

Lindsay fought for her chance to speak first, blurting out almost immediately after taking the time to study his wounds. Her eyes showed no signs of intelligence, and her smile barring her gleaming white teeth, dripping in saliva. "So....Big Daddy...you played an amazing baseball game! Great job shooting those baskets!" Her voice making it obvious she couldn't hold herself back from his shimmering body.

Brittany used her fat ass to shove Lindsay to the ground. Lindsay passed out from the exertion. Big Daddy was too depressed to notice. Brittany then took her turn to stand in amazement that Big Daddy was even human, he was far too perfect for this world. "We never would have won the World Cup without you today, Big Daddy." she said in a tone that mimicked the feeling of a warm Starbucks espresso being freshly brewed. 

Lindsay regained her consciousness, and firmly grasped the edge of the bench with a small manicured hand. Her tiny arms wobbled as she tried to get to her feet. As she rose, her balance failed and she slammed into a split right on, you guessed, his broken penis. Brittany watched with fire in her eyes, just as Lindsay flashed her punana to Big Daddy's exposed peen and excited eyes. Lindsay squealed, she was astonished, and a little angry. "Oh my God, Big Daddy, you just took my virginity!

Brittany looked down at Lindsay, the jealousy plain in her eyes. "Silly, Linsday, always falling on people's dicks! Let me help you up." Then, like the practiced whore she was, she nonchalantly flashed her whole ass to Big Daddy while getting Linsday up. Her weak and bruised arms could barely lift her friend. 

Big Daddy felt like the Buddha, enlightened and awakened out of his deep dark depression. He never wanted to let this feeling go. He watched as their anorexic and abused bodies both fell back to the ground, Lindsay falling unconscious yet again. Brittany attempted to give her CPR, which she was never certified for freshman year. Big Daddy could hear the sounds of Linsday's ribs cracking, but all he was focused on was Brittany giving Linsday mouth to mouth. He looked down at his penis and had an epiphanzing erection. It was as if his dick spoke to him, and told him to take those girls home.