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Late Macro March 2024 prompt: The No Nut Fail
🕑 Added 2024-04-21 21:11:03 +0000 UTCI'm sorry this took so long, started a new job and been trying to catch up. Please enjoy.
This is one of the more explicit prompts so be prerpared
August was at the end of his rope. Finding himself seated in this weird guy’s apartment after a suggestion from a friend, the college student lightly bounced his leg nervously from where he sat on the couch. Brushing his hand through his shaggy hair, August looked around the room as he waited for his gracious host to return, taking in the living room of the apartment he was in. The room just had a rustic couch that had slight cracks on the leather, a dented coffee table August was sure was wobbly, and a TV on the far wall with a game system plugged into it. Glancing at a bookshelf to try and read the spine titles, August almost didn’t notice the man he came to see walk in with two drinks in his hand.
“Sorry to keep you waiting, the water dispenser was acting up,” The man, Clarence, said as he handed over one of the glasses to August before he took his seat across on an armchair. “So, your friend Carl said you had a problem with your cock?”
August sighed, feeling the blush spread over his face as he should have known Carl would not be subtle. “Yeah, it’s embarrassing though,”
“It’s okay, it’s not uncommon for people your age to be suffering incontinence,"
“Wait what?” August almost spat out his water when Clarence began to speak.
“But don’t worry, I have a nice tea that will help you with that. Get the pep back in your step to help your partners and-“
“That’s not the problem!” August’s voice cracked a bit, ears burning from embarrassment at the seeming miscommunication. “My problem is I can’t stop jerking off.”
“Oh?” Clarence blinked, the wind lost in the sails of his product pitch before he recovered. “Well, you are a young man. Being a bit horny isn’t too bad a thing,”
“It is when I can’t go long without needing to jerk off. I’ve had to leave lectures and exams to jerk off, I had times where I’d just rush out of meetings with friends 'cause I was too horny,” August admitted, sighing before he continued. “It’s been months and I’ve tried everything. Meditating, medication, and even went to an addict’s meeting for help. Nothing has worked at all and this is just getting too hard.”
The snort Clarence let out brought August’s rambling to a grinding halt. The college student frowned as he realised what he said. “Really?” August asked with a frustrated huff of air, tired glare boring at the older man.
“I’m sorry. I understand that would be… difficult,” Clarence said, clearing his throat a bit to keep from laughing. Before August could comment further at the apparent snide comment, Clarence placed a small box in front of the constantly horny student. August blinked, not sure at all where the other man even brought the small box. “This is a rather unique item that’ll help you learn self-control. I guess the best way to think of it is like those rubber bands people snap on their wrists. Every time you try to jerk off, it’ll give you a slight punishment not to,”
Curious about what could be in the boxer that could promise such a claim. August picked up the small box and opened the cardboard lid. Sitting inside the box was a plastic wristband that August had seen some groups hand out during freshers week.
“Guess that’s why you compared it to the rubber band,” August said before picking up the band. The soft silicone swayed in his grip as he looked it over. The band was an assortment of browns, oranges and black swirled like marbled paper. “So, how’s it-!” August began to ask a question, only to go stock still as the band seemed to come alive in his hands. The plastic forced out from his grip before crawling down his hand, separating and reforming to keep from getting caught by the panicking Augusta before finally wrapping around his wrist.
“WHAT THE FUCK?!” August yelled out, standing up in shock as he knocked over the coffee table. His free hand tugged on the silicon band, only it refused to stretch enough to let him slip it off.
“Well, there’s no need for that language,” Clarence’s calm voice pulled August from his panicking. However, the anger that bubbled up from the confused college student wasn’t helped by how nonplussed the other man was, calmly sipping his drink without a care at the panicking man in his flat.
“What is this?” August asked, practically shouting as he held up his wrist to Clarence’s face, the other man not at all phased by his guest’s mood.
“It’s a little of an enchanted item. It’ll help you deal with self-control and manage your cravings,” Clarence said. “If you can keep from jerking off for a full 30 days, the band will fall off. But if you touch yourself or have sex even once, the time will reset and you will face a punishment,”
“What punishment?” August did not like the vagueness, not at all help with the knowledge that magic was real and in his life.
“Oh, nothing too bad. Just something to remind you why moderation is important,” Clarence said, holding August’s shaking shoulders before the older man stood up without any issues. “Now, you should get going. Hopefully, you won’t get too big for your britches,”
“What?” August exclaimed, led out to the apartment. “B-But wharf about… And- and?” August stammered, trying to find words as he was shoved out through the apartment door. Turning around to try and get more information, August blinked as he the door was gone. Discoloured wallpaper stared back at him, no signs of the apartment he had come to and gone from ever existing.
“Magic… right,” August sighed, hand brought up to his face, rubbing the panicked-induced exhaustion before a familiar stirring in his pants drew his attention.
“Fuck.”
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Three days.
Three days of August struggling to keep his hormones under control from the fear of what the mythical ‘Punishment” could be.
Three days of deep breathing and nails digging into his desk every time the football team or a hot guy passed him by.
Three days of shutting his tablet and phone whenever he comes across anything even mildly arousing be it movies, selfies, or even cartoons. A workout video shared on TikTik almost caused August to throw his phone across the room.
Three days of avoiding every hot guy he knew even just a glance threatened to push him over the edge as his already hairpin trigger arousal got worse and worse.
Three days of waking up with morning wood saw August rushing to the bathroom and spraying him down with cold water that he was sure he almost froze his balls off.
Three days of trying to fill any free moment to keep from letting his mind wander.
Three days of picturing his long-gone great-grandmother to try and keep from being aroused. Only as those images of the frail elderly woman replaced with a strapping bearded man, and all of August’s attempts starting to fail, did we come to this.
“Just once,” August said to himself, panting deeply as he locked his bedroom door before working on stripping his pants off. Getting his hard cock in one hand as the other was swiping through his phone the college student practically threw himself onto his bed. Eyes focused on an image of a large wrestler stretching a singlet, the man caught in mid-movement of pulling a strap and showing off his thick arms and exposed chest. August took rapid breaths, imagining what it would feel like to press against the large wrestler, breathing in the slight sweat musk as August’s smaller hand felt the heavy muscles. Shifting his grip, thrusting his hips to keep up the feeling on his cock, August needed this. He needed the release. He needed… needed…
Letting out a shuddering gasp as his body seized, August arched his back as he came. His cock pumping out cum that arched through the room. The three days of build-up saw the larger-than-average cum shot erupt out of August, the panting student just needing the release as he kept tugging on his cock, feeling the familiar spasming that came when he finally jerked off. Hand movements slowed down as he calmed down, August laid on his back as he tried to catch his breath, a satisfying warmth spreading over him.
August knew he shouldn’t have done that; that he should have tried to hold out or taken his mind off his arousal. But he didn’t care at that point, he just bathed in the glow of relief. Lifting his cum stained hand up along his stomach, August paused when he felt the softness of his belly.
… Wait.
The brief fog from his postnut cleared as August sat up, grunting as he had to put more effort than usual. Looking down at himself, August was shocked at the sight. His fairly average body, maybe a bit of a paunch, had grown out from the one wank he took. August’s form had fattened out easily more than 10 pounds since he had entered the room as his slightly round belly had blown up like he had just emptied a buffet, puffed out as it swelled over his thickened thighs. Looking his body over more, August brought his chubby hands up, feeling the way his slightly thickened arms wobbled before placing his palms against his chest. The flat body part now sorted up, his flabby pecs jiggling under his touch.
“H-How?” August was aghast. He couldn’t believe that he seemed to have fattened up so suddenly, looking his body over. As his eyes fell on his fattened wrist, August saw the wristband still on him, the warning Clarence had given and the subsequent punishment.
“Shit… Okay, I gotta stay strong,” August said to himself as he got off his bed. He now knows what will happen if he jerks off, but he can work with it. August got to work trying to pull his pants back up, thinking how he had another month to be free, how he can exercise to try and burn off both his horniness, and the subsequent weight. August let out a grunt as he tried to pull his jeans past his thickened thighs and widened ass.
He can get a handle on this.
August will make it through the month.
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August didn't last the day.
He had tried to keep good. Doing regular exercise like jogging and having salads to try to both lower his weight and keep from jerking off. But if anything he found himself more and more aroused. August’s morning jogs were broken up regularly as he had to pause barely a few feet down not only because he found himself out of breath, but also from how his cock was pressed against his thickened thighs and belly. The weight gain punishment had only turned him on even more. When he ducked into a public bathroom in the park to quickly jerk off in a stall. The growing man initially thankful his belly and fattened limbs made it harder to reach his cock, had to settle for effectively humping into his belly. Gripping the stall walls as he jerked off, moaning as each thrust saw more and more growth, gradually tearing off his clothing against his bulging form, panting deeply with every surge of fat as he grew. The gradually shrinking world around him only gets him more and more turned on.
When August’s massive belly, rivalling a king-size mattress along with his fridge-thick ass cheeks broke apart the bathroom stalls, the horned-up blob waddling out and breaking the stone shack. Heavy footsteps cracked the ground under his fattened feet. Giving one of his swelled moobs a grope with a fattened hand, squeezing his stretched nipple, August had one thought before making his way towards the on-campus cafeteria.
He wanted more.
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“Clarence! What the Fuck?!”
“Carl, calm down. It’s not that bad,” The magic practitioner calmly said towards his phone. The speaker practically crackled as his friend cursed at him. Clarence decided to let him vent as he wanted to clear his place up.
“Calm down! Have you seen August? He's a fat giant,” Carl called out, exasperated by what occurred to his roommate. “Last I saw him he was tearing through the cafeteria and humping his fat belly. He even crushed a car under that fat ass!”
“Yeah, I heard. Well, I did tell him the wristband would punish him if he pleasured himself,”
“Punish… Clarence, August hasn’t stopped jerking off. If anything I think he’s more horny than ever!”
The mage shook his head, forgetting sometimes that people have different concepts than him. Glancing out one of his windows, Clarence couldn’t keep the smirk off his face as he saw the previous client he had. The once fairly lithe student was now a giant mega chub of a man, his mountain of belly rolls and moobs cascading before him as even from the distance, the mage could make out the details. Watching the gigantic man pant deeply, his dense body heat and sweat seeing a slight haze form over him.
Clarence watched as the giant August crouched down on his thighs, his global ass casting shadows behind when August began to insert one of the town skyscrapers into himself. Each thrust sees gradual growth more and more.
“Who knows Carl,” Clarence called back, not taking his eyes off the arousing site. “Maybe he’ll calm down before he outgrows the continent… though I wouldn’t hold my breath.”
