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Punishment - Part 2
🕑 Added 2020-06-13 14:14:33 +0000 UTCSorry for the delay on this one! I've had a bit of a hectic week with some unexpected drama. Hopefully that's all died down and I can get back to a more regular update earlier in the week. We'll find out!
Anyway, enjoy!
Donovan came, splattering a hefty load all over his groin and bowed-out abdominals. And then without even bothering to clean himself up, he fell asleep on the couch. After several days in lockup, Don’s cough was more than comfortable enough for him to sleep all through the night.
He woke up with the usual hardon, but something felt… off. Don couldn’t quite place it. Perhaps it was his early-morning grogginess or perhaps he was feeling the effects of eating far more than a human should in such a short timeframe. Whatever it was, his normal morning stroke was different than usual.
For starters, he came much faster than expected. It was just a few strokes before he jizzed himself for the second time and he barely even had to imagine his usual mental porn scene of taking advantage of a woman in a back alley. But on top of that, it felt like less work than usual--like he didn’t quite need to use as much arm movement as before to get a full stroke.
He passed it off as nothing but the food-induced hangover that it was and got up to relieve his full bladder. A few somewhat unsteady steps later and Don was presented with a reflection in the bathroom mirror that gave him his second wave of unease that morning.
Everything looked different. He seemed… softer. His muscles were less defined, his previously bulky arms were still powerful but they had lost their striation. The same had occurred over his torso and his prized six-pack. It looked like he hadn’t been to the gym in months, and he was even developing a bit of a potbelly.
Don swore and then went to piss. He’d never heard of someone gaining weight from a single all-night binge, but then he did eat a lot. He’d have to cut back on breakfast, he thought, even as his stomach rumbled at the mere idea of food.
Bladder emptied, he then stepped in the shower for a quick rinse and noticed something else odd. He seemed to have to stretch a little further than usual just to reach the showerhead and it seemed just a bit further away. He blinked a few times to make sure he wasn’t simply getting water in his eyes, but no, it was real. Don was just a bit shorter.
This, along with everything else that happened this morning, might have sent Don into a panic if it weren’t for the feeling of warm water running down his chest and through his groin. It felt wonderful--far better than a hot shower ever had before. In fact, it felt downright erotic. At moments he was stiff as a pole pointing straight out, the feeling of drops hitting his shaft like a million tiny fingers rubbing his erection.
He stood there, letting the water wash over him, luxuriating in the sensation. He tried to imagine the porn from last night and once again lingered on the scenes that featured the man over the woman, the intense look on his face, the length of his shaft, and the powerful strokes that buried it into that pussy. It was enough to get him to cum again without even touching himself.
Once the orgasmic high had played itself out, Don went back to being truly alarmed. What was going on? What did they do to him? He wasn’t just going soft, he was hornier than he’d ever been in his life. And what had happened to his stamina? It used to take him an hour to cum from just missionary-style sex. Now he had an embarrassingly sensitive hair-trigger.
And goddam was he ever hungry.
It couldn’t be helped. He got out of the shower, still hard and dripping jizz, and toweled himself off. He almost lost himself in another masturbatory fantasy when the towel struck his genitals, but he held off. He needed food, and he didn’t care what it did to him.
Cereal, bread, whatever he had was suddenly conscripted into a four-course morning meal. Bacon, eggs, pancakes, a frenzy of frantic preparation, with items eaten even as they came fresh off the pan or out of the toaster.
Several hours later and Don was once again back on the couch, confused, dazed, but satisfied for the moment. He didn’t know what was going on but his mind felt muddled, unable to quite process the full import of events. Don kept rebounding from intensely hungry to intensely horny, and once again he was watching porn on the couch with his cock in hand.
He lasted a bit longer this time. It took a few moments before he was blasting white cream all over the coffee table. Only after he’d finished did he realize that he had downloaded an exclusively gay video with two hung dudes taking turns face fucking each other before finally ending in a 69.
Intellectually, Don knew he should have been alarmed, even scared. But he was suddenly hit with a wave of fatigue that dragged him back down into a deep slumber--one filled with even more men even more hung than those Don had just jacked off to.
