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Punishment - Part 4
🕑 Added 2020-07-22 20:34:05 +0000 UTCSorry for the delay! I couldn't quite get this one finished last week and I didn't want to post something half-baked. Hope this makes up for it :) Enjoy!
He was fatter, and he knew it. The way his arms held out at his sides, the way his thighs touched as he walked, the way he had to throw his back with every step to account for his shifting center of mass--he’d gotten used to the signs. It was worrying, but at the moment, he didn’t care. He needed to eat.
The only problem was he’d already cleaned out his condo during his last bout of binging. Don desperately nibbled on the few crackers and chips he had remaining as he flipped through various takeout apps on his phone. He barely even looked before he’d send one order before moving onto the next. There was another problem that was taking up more and more of Don’s mental capacity.
What he’d done in the shower kept running through his mind. He liked it--a lot. He wanted more. He NEEDED more. He’d always thought that when faggots said their ass was hungry that it was just an expression, but he knew different now. He felt the same--just another faggot with a hungry ass.
The thought made him pause for a second as a tear welled up in his eye. But then he pressed send for a third order. He didn’t have time to feel depressed. He had to do something. And that something was find a man to fuck his rapidly expanding body.
A part of him--a rapidly shrinking part of him as his body continued to enlarge--knew that the mere thought should have been horrifying. But the ache deep within his groin made such thoughts irrelevant. It was as all-consuming as the hunger that had led him to send more takeout orders than a single human could possibly consume, and so powerful that he knew he'd eat it all as soon as it arrived.
Lucky for Don, it didn't take long. His past experience on various online dating and port sites meant that it was easy to simply swap the filters to his new circumstance. It was just as easy to update his profile to represent his new status as a fat gay bottom. A few minutes later and he already got someone responding to his offer of an indiscriminate hole begging to be filled. He said he'd be over shortly, all Don had to do was wait.
He didn't have to wait long. His food arrived first, the Chinese restaurant delivering a family combo meal well within the time specified by the app. It came with noodles, dumplings, rice, chicken balls, sweet and sour pork, and of course, fortune cookies. Don didn't bother to read his fortune--he already knew what was in store for him.
He was wrong, at least partially.
Soon after he’d completely demolished a meal that should have fed a family of four, his hookup arrived. He was trim, hung, and said that he was very interested in suddenly fat men. Don didn’t really read that much into him--he took one look at the 9-inch meat that was in the photos and decided he was more than good enough.
Don took him to the bedroom, got on all fours, and demanded that he get fucked immediately. His partner, who went by the name SuddenChaser123, did as commanded. He stripped down, lubed up his shaft with the convenient bottle on the bedside table, lined himself up, and slowly pressed inside.
Don nearly screamed. He was literally losing his anal virginity to the biggest dick in a five-mile area, and he hadn’t for a moment considered that his complete lack of experience might make the process a little painful. More than a little painful. He buried his head in the sheets to muffle his grunts of pain as it felt like he was being split in two.
But after a few seconds of the worst pain he’d ever felt, his hung chaser arrived. He didn’t even need to wait for those trim hips to touch his vast rear before Don felt the tip reach the spot that had yearned for a cock for what felt like eons even though it had barely been a day. Don felt whole, complete, and ravenously horny.
“Fuck me,” he commanded, all pain forgotten. And his chaser agreed, thrusting long and hard, the dull slap of his balls impacting Don’s backside the only sound to be heard.
Until Don could feel it welling up, slowly at first, but then rapidly rising to a thundering crescendo. He first groaned, then wailed as his orgasm struck, completely without even touching his cock, the mere jiggling of his fat body and the sensation of his ass getting railed by this incredible meat more than enough to bring him to yet another orgasm so strong that it took Don’s vision away.
He came just as hard as he’d done last night, a puddle of semen growing larger and larger as he pumped out rope after rope of cum. He barely even felt it when his top came too, filling his ass with his own substantial load, although not as sustained or voluminous as Don’s own.
His orgasm crashed for what seemed like minutes, sending Don’s body into shivering fits that caused his newly grown flab to ripple like water. And continue to ripple, his ass, belly, and hanging tits jiggling as if he was still getting railed, even though his only movement came from his heaving breaths.
Only when Don realized that his gut was now brushing against the comforter did he realize the truth: he’d gotten fatter. Again.
Without a word, he pushed the man inside him out and stomped his way to the bathroom, SuddenChaser123’s load trickling down his thigh as Don lumbered through the doorway. He knew he was bigger even before he looked in the mirror, but the sight was still a shock.
Before, he might’ve gotten away with accusations of merely being chubby, but not anymore. He was fat. Seriously fat. His tits hung in the open air like a woman’s, areolas as large or even larger than any of the girls he’d raped. His face now a rounded ball, thicker at the bottom, like a water balloon grasped by its end and left dangling in midair. His neck buried under folds, his arms little more than meaty tubes tapering to chubby fingers.
And dominating it all was his gut. No longer something that could be distinct and apart, Dom’s belly had swallowed up his entire torso. His hips were now buried in love handles that were wide enough to reach the second fold of flap that encircled his chest and caused his manly mammaries to droop so low, only to be propped up by the very bulk that sat below them.
His base needs satisfied for the moment, Don was clear-headed enough to realize the tragedy of his situation. He cried, great crocodile tears streaming down his chubby cheeks and splashing on his chest to eventually trace wet trails down his bulbous body. His wracking sobs caused his tits and belly to wobble, which only made his sobbing worse.
Unexpectedly, the online hookup that had just recently railed him into true obesity appeared in the mirror and embraced Dom from behind. “It’s okay,” he said. “In a few minutes, you’ll just want to eat again, and then get fucked again. Just let it out.”
This moment of tenderness was enough to shock Dom out of his sorrow. He turned, angry, pushing his former lover away with a weighty paw. “What did you say?!”
