Punishment - Part 8

Don remembered when his shower was big enough for two. Now it was barely big enough for him. Where once the pouring cascade was enough to dampen his entire body, now it merely formed a river that ran down his front and spilled over his hanging apron, the mounds of his chest neatly guiding the liquid on its merry path. 

It was enough to wash the detritus oh his last meal away, and was all that mattered. He didn’t want to both washing the lubricant out of his ass from the many fuck sessions he’d already had with Karson. No sense wasting it. 

Turning off the water, Don lumbered out of the shower, his gut catching on the door as he exited. Even with the sliding glass fully parted, Don had to shuffle his way out sideways just to fit through the opening, and even then it was a tight gap. His towels were likewise poorly matched to his new and massive body. Even two tied together likely wouldn’t encircle his girth, and he just settled for a single towel that acted more like a washcloth. It was fine--only part of his front had gotten wet anyways. The rest of him merely had a few drops here and there from the splashback.

It was getting difficult to walk now. As Don made his way to the bedroom where Karson was waiting, he had to concentrate on each step, making sure each leg managed the long journey around each other while simultaneously maintaining his balance. It was hard, especially since his own jiggling corpulence was such a delicious distraction. He was already hard with anticipation, and the constant rubbing of his fupa against his buried dicklet was better foreplay than anything another man could have provided him.

That was why Don didn’t bother heading to the front of the bed when he finally arrived. Karson was simply laying there, also already hard, his towering erection arcing over his washboard abs to end just below his pecs. It was so alluring that Don couldn’t help but waddle to the foot of the bed where he plopped himself down between Karson’s legs. Don was so far he didn’t even need to prop himself up--his own anatomy was large enough to be its own platform. This gave Don two free hands to work with, and he used all his chubby digits to wrap around as much of Karson’s length as he could while sticking the purple helmet in his hungry maw. 

Karson moaned in appreciation. Don did too, but not for anything that Karson did. At this point, he was mostly a prop, just something to get Don off. What really did it for him was Don himself. The slightest wiggle of his pelvis was enough to send ripples throughout his enormous body, teasing his cock in ways that no mouth could replicate. It was a constant, subtle friction that was just enough to keep the pleasure building and building. All Don needed to do was hold himself still to make it stop after a few moments, but he knew that those few moments could be the difference between orgasm and not--delicious balancing act, and a new form of edge play that required so little effort for him. 

And then there was that cock. As big around as his former wrist, finger-thick veins running up and down like knotted wood. Don could still remember what his cock used to be like, but it was nothing in comparison to this. Even in the wildest porns Don had seen (and he’d seen more than his fair share) nothing could compare to Karson’s cock. 

He licked, he sucked, he ran his tongue up and down, he jammed it as far down his throat as he could. Don did everything, learning in just an hour all the cock-sucking skills he’d need to know on his new journey as a fatass cockhound. A size queen too, as it was turning out. Nothing short of a dick this size could hope to reach between those beachball cheeks. 

Eventually, Karson pulled out, breathing hard, obviously willing himself not to orgasm from the relentless oral onslaught. Even so, a few spurts of pre-cum managed to paint Don’s face, and he moaned out loud. While Karson could remove himself from Don’s mouth to stop, Don had no such option. At that point, even the vibrations of his own breathing was enough to reach his deep and buried genitals, the now thumb-sized dick spewing an impressive load between the cover of Don’s belly to form a puddle on the sheets. 

Karson was too busy preventing his own orgasm to notice that Don had just gotten himself off. Once he’d felt that he could move without accidentally cumming, he got up from the bed and made his way behind Don’s gigantic rear, lubing himself up as he went. He had no way of knowing that Don had already cum given that his fat body covered most of the bed now. Karson merely slipped his dick into Don’s accommodating hole and began thrusting without a care in the world. 

This brought Don right back to maximum arousal as the forceful thrusts sent waves rippling through his body. Where once his flab was like tantalizing fingers, now it was a heavy handed first pounding his dicklet just as hard as the man pounding his ass. In moments, Don was cummng again, a second load no less forceful than the first that led Don to scream out in pleasure.

Of course, Karson wasn’t far behind. The clenching caused by Don’s second orgasm was enough to get him to pour out his own jizz, coating Don’s insides for the umpteenth time in as many hours. 

This time, you could hardly notice as Don put on even more weight. What’s 20 pounds when you’re already 500? Karson could only tell it had even happened by the slight feeling of expansion between his fingers as he splayed them out on Don’s backside. He was amazed as he figured Don must have been close to being done, but it seemed like there was yet more weight that could be piled on this growing ball of lard. 

Don didn’t even notice it anymore as his waist expanded while his cock shrunk even further. He couldn’t reach it anymore, and he didn’t even need to to get himself off with an earth shattering orgasm. He had everything he needed for that wrapped around his thighs and abdomen. A cock is nice, but he knew those were a dime a dozen. Plenty of hung dudes out there waiting to bury them in an eager hole--even one as huge as his.