I had just left Katherine with a good night kiss on her parent’s
front porch on a crisp December evening. I was back in my truck and
headed down Route 6 to my parents house 20 miles away. It had been an
incredible evening. The guys had just voted me captain of the football
team, that night at our awards banquet, for the up-coming season, my
senior year. I had a beautiful girlfriend and an incredible record that
was going to thrust me into the NFL. Me, Scott Braden in the
fuckin’ NFL. I was pleased.
I fantasized each night on this dark, lonely drive home that I would be
offered commercials and have television and movie rolls flooding my
agents office. Last year, I was asked to be in a calendar called
“University Sportsmen of the South”. When it came out, I
was on the cover and the Coach had told me that I’d be able to
right my own ticket. I had every intention of doing exactly that. I
would lead the team to the third consecutive bowl and of course,
victory over the Eagles, our biggest rival.
The Eagles had beat us only twice in the last twelve years. They even
hired a new coach over there but it hadn’t helped. It was
embarrassing for such a rich school for us to pull off another
devastating win.
And as humble as I can be when I say it, I am the reason for those wins
and championships. My teammates are super athletes and could always do
a great job on the opposing players but I had been blessed with a gift.
An incredible throwing arm that could put the football into the arms of
any player 70 yards away. And speed, 6’ and 188 muscled and toned
pounds, I could move faster than any other quarterback in the division.
So, I was cocky. I guess it all goes together.
A guy in the middle of the road jerked me back to reality and the present and I slammed on my brakes.
He was standing next to a van with the door open and the hood up. Broke
down out here seven or eight miles from anything but cow pastures.
I jumped out of my truck and asked him what the problem was. He replied
that he had a leak from one of the hoses under the hood. I walked
toward the van and took a look. Bamm!!
That was the last thing that I remember until I started coming to. My
head was pounding. It felt like my eyes were crossed. I couldn’t
focus. I was laying on something but I don’t know what it was and
I just couldn’t get up off of it. I struggled and tried to stand
but I couldn’t move. I spoke out and got no response.
Eventually I began to yell and then I heard someone open and shut a
door behind me. The lights were coming on. They were very dim and
although I couldn’t see behind me I could start to make out what
I was laying on and why I couldn’t get up.
I was on a black leather contraption that was hung by large chains from
above. It was a solid piece of thick material with spaces open where my
chest, belly and cock was exposed. It was then that I realized that I
was nude.
Two lengths of the contraption supported my legs that were spread a few
feet apart. My feet didn’t quite reach the concrete floor. My
arms were stretched up the length of chain holding all of this and me
up and were handcuffed to one of the links. I was tilted at an angle,
not quite 45 degrees and faced a mirror. The mirror so that I could see
what was done to me.
My head was pulled backwards by straps across my forehead and chin. I
have never been so afraid in my life. I jerked around and screamed. I
had never heard myself scream like that before but I couldn’t
stop. I heard myself begging to be released. No one answered.
Eventually my pleading became demands. I screamed for somebody to tell
me what was going on. No one responded.
I felt a sharp sting in my ass. A needle. I jerked and yelled
“No!” as loud as I could. I was crying with fear by now.
Everything began to slow down and then the room was black again.
I began to wake up again and could feel something hard being pushed
into my mouth. Hard like plastic. I began to wiggle about to see if I
could get up. I couldn’t.. I couldn’t see much of the guy
that was putting the thing in my mouth but he assured me that the more
I fought the worse it would be. So, I waited.
When the guy bent over I could see that what was in my mouth. It was a
black plastic tube with a funnel at the other end. It was attached to
the harness on my head. Suddenly the guy stood back up and had a gallon
jug in his hand.
I couldn’t tell much about his face but I was able to look him in
the eyes. I couldn’t speak. But I begged and pleaded through
moans as much as I could, but all he said was not to fight it.
He began to pour the contents of the jug into the funnel and a second
later it washed over my tongue and into my mouth. I gasped and choked
and swallowed. There was too much coming in at once! I could feel the
sweet, thick, milky liquid spill out of my mouth and run down my chin,
to my neck and chest. All the while gulping trying not to drown. I
swallowed huge amounts of the fluid trying to keep ahead. A minute or
so later it slowed. Still swallowing, I heard the guy say breathe. I
coughed and gagged and tried to catch my breath.
“Breathe! Breathe through your nose!” he said sternly. I
did and the liquid started again. It came in a little slower this time.
As I was choking and spewing liquid, I started developing a rhythm of
swallowing. Taking more into my mouth than I ever thought possible. I
was breathing through my nose between huge gulps.
Suddenly I was aware of the pressure on my stomach. It felt as if
weights were being placed on top of my abs. But it was the fullness
pushing outward that I was feeling. It hurt. Dull like. I knew that the
more I moved the more it would hurt. I tried to lay very still all the
while gulping the mix in rhythm.
Inhale, swallow, exhale, swallow. Inhale, swallow, exhale, swallow.
Suddenly I felt the liquid in my throat and I could not swallow more.
The mix started to spill from my mouth. My belly churned and I knew
that in just a minute every bit of liquid that had just been poured
into me was about to be thrust back out.
Then, as if he knew this the guy stopped pouring the liquid into the
funnel. I waited for more but none came. My breathing, though rapid was
returning to normal. My stomach ached inside and out.
“Almost a gallon…” broke the silence as he showed me
the gallon jug with about a inch of the cream colored liquid remaining.
“…you did good. Remember that rhythm next time.”
“Next time?!?” I thought to myself. I began to cry quietly.
“Nice. Very nice.” I could feel a hand on my stomach. The
guy had moved around me and was slowly caressing my full stomach. As he
continued, I fell eventually fell asleep.
When I awoke, I was alone. Again, I tried to break something, anything
to get loose. Nothing. My arms were cramping and belly did too.
“What was he feeding me? And Why? What did I do??” ran
through my head along with a dozen scenarios. Was it drugs? If so, then
why not just shoot me up? Was it an alien experiment? Stupid! The
questions and tries at reasoning flowed through my head until I fell
asleep once again, exhausted.
I felt someone touch me and I jumped awake.
“Calm down, boy. You’re all right.” It was the guy
again and he was placing the funnel thing back to the gear on my head.
I moaned again. But that was all I could get out before he began to
pour. I choked and coughed but not quite as much this time before I got
the rhythm going again.
“That’s a good boy. You are doing fine. Yeah drink it
down…” He was standing next to me as he poured. I could
look up at him and he watched me watch him as I gulped.
Then I felt a hand on my stomach, rubbing it, massaging it with oil or
something slick. It had to be someone else with us the first guy was
still pouring the mix into the funnel.
The hand slid from my abdomen down to my dick and started to pull it
and knead it. My breathing quickened. I started to get hard. My belly
was again filling up to the point of pain and I was trying not to
concentrate on my dick which embarrassed me, nor my belly which hurt,
but breathing and the rhythm of the gulps.
My dick was rock hard as the hand moved up and down the shaft. I
faltered in my swallowing a couple of times and moaned displeasure.
Choke. Cough. Spew. The liquid kept coming. I felt like my skin was
going to stretch to the point of ripping on my full belly and on my
dick.
Then the liquid stopped but only for a few seconds and started flowing
again. I began to unload my hard dick, just as the liquid was filling
up into my throat and mouth and began over flowing on to the floor.
A few seconds more and the flow was slowing to a trickle.
“Good boy. You like that? Sure shot a load not to have. And take
a look at this, you polished off a gallon and what you didn’t
last time. Fine just fine.” With that he took a cloth and half
hazardly wiped my face and neck down. He removed the plastic tube from
my mouth and started around me.
I was so full that I could not have moved if I were able to get free. I tried to get the energy to speak.
“Why?” I whispered. “Who are you?” My words
trailed off. I was so close to vomiting but I never did. I also never
got an answer.
The next time I woke up someone was behind me. They were between my
legs. Suddenly I felt a thrust and a pain shoot up my spine as
something was inserted into my ass. I felt warm fluid fill the cavity
and pushed outward under my belly. In a minute it was over and I had
been cleaned.
I couldn’t believe that this was happening to me. I prayed over
and over that I would wake up or be rescued anything. I just wanted all
of this to end.
There was no windows that I could see so I never knew if it was day or
night. I had been fed six times now. Each time my belly was massaged
and I was jerked off. I had almost mastered the rhythm of the
swallowing no matter how much attention my dick received or how
painfully my gut felt. There seemed to be structure to it all. I was
given an enema every other feeding and pissed in a container whenever
the need struck.
The men that were there never talked much to me or to each other.
Sometimes as the huskier one, named Joe, was feeding me he would reach
over and play with my nipples lightly as not to interrupt the flow. But
the muscled one would pinch, squeeze and twist them to pain.
After each feeding - I would have shot my load and I would fall asleep.
Many times I would plead to be told where I was or who they were or for
them to tell me anything.
I awoke and waited for the seventh feeding. It seemed like hours. I
fell asleep again. Then I would wake up and wait. Nothing… My
arms were not hurting anymore, I could no longer feel them. I waited
and waited. I couldn’t tell how long. I drifted off to sleep
again.
A noise! Somebody was in the room with me. I felt the tip of the enema
bag inserted. Then I was cleaned. Then something different. Something
thicker was shoved in and I gasped!
“What the fuck are you doing?!?! No!! Don’t!!!” I yelled out.
It wasn’t moving it just filled my ass. It hurt for a few minutes before just becoming uncomfortable.
“You’ll get used to it, boy. Just give it a minute.”
It was “Chief”, muscled man, or at least that’s what
Joe had called him. He walked around to face me. “You
hungry?”
My first thought was that I was. I couldn’t believe it but I was.
But I didn’t want him to pour more shit down me. So I lied by
shaking my head.
“I think you are. I can see it in your eyes. You are hungry. That gut is needing filling.” He countered.
My mouth was watering at the thought of food or eating. I was hungry. I
was so afraid though. I don’t want to give in. But I was starving.
He started again. “I can hear your belly growling’,
wantin’ food. Man, you gotta eat. I can look into those eyes and
see that you feel that hunger. Don’t you?” Silence. Then a
whisper “Don’t you?… Are you hungry?…”
he was moving in closer to my ear. His fingers started pinching my tit.
“That belly is begging to be fed…ain’t it boy?”
I heard myself whisper “Yes.” I was hungry. I don’t
know how long it had been since I had been fed but I was empty. That
changed.
Within a few seconds the funnel was in my mouth and attached to the
gear. He picked up a gallon jug and started to pour. It tasted
incredible. Coating my tongue and all the way down until it hit my
stomach. I gulped and swallowed for what seemed like only a few
minutes. Then the mix stopped flowing. I had finished a jug.
But instead of starting a new jug, he moved behind me and then under
and massaged my belly. It was dark enough that I could see his outline
but not much else. It did feel nice to have him rub it. Then the
thought popped into my mind that I could have taken more of the liquid.
I couldn’t believe what I was thinking. I was full but it
wasn’t up in my throat or threatening to spew.
Then, an incredibly warm and wet feeling engulfed my half hard cock. He
was sucking me off. Between the soothing belly rub and this incredible
headjob I was relaxed and going with the flow. I was close to filling
his mouth with cum when he stopped and returned to face me.
“More?” he whispered.
I didn’t answer.
“I thought so.” He saw it in my eyes. Maybe not that I
wanted more, but that I could take more. My dick was still at
attention. He began to pour.
A few minutes later I was slowing down again. My belly was at the point
of too full and discomfort. I knew that I was almost completely full.
The mix was pouring out of the sides of my mouth and the flow slowed.
“Just a bit more. You can do it. Take a deep breath in…
and out….in and out… one more in and let it out and just
relax that belly…” I could feel his breath on my ear as he
spoke.
Without thought, I did as he said and it seemed to make a little more room below.
“That’s it, boy. Here’s the last of it, just a bit
more. There ya go. All gone.” He patted my cheek and wiped my
face with his hand.
“You full now?” he teased.
I nodded slowly. I have never felt so weighted down.
“I bet you are…you downed two gallons this go.” He pulled up the emptied jugs to show the feat.
I was almost proud for some reason like I had just finished a marathon.
He asked me if I’d like him to rub my belly. I could only nod.
The contraption I was on began to move. It lowered until my feet rested
on the floor then tilted back so as to stand me up. The guy told me to
watch my feet as I haven’t stood for a while and to get used to
it. After a few minutes I was more balanced and was standing on my own,
with my hands still cuffed above me and the leather sling still
strapped to me across my back. Then with the new position I became
aware once more that there was still something in my ass.
I was so full that the thought of trying anything was quickly
discarded. Soon I was pushed back against a pole and my hands were
lowered achingly down and re-cuffed behind the pole. Then the leather
sling was removed. I was standing naked hands cuffed to a pole behind
me.
Still very dark, I could only see a form move around the space. I was
so intent on watching the form that I did not note that my dick was
still hard or any changes that had taken place.
He was back. Standing next to me. He whispered again. “Still
hard, boy.” With that he began to slowly stroke my cock again.
“Don’t!… Don’t touch me!” I protested.
He didn’t stop. He moved his mouth to my tit and began to lick,
suck and bite it.
I didn’t want it. I wasn’t a fag. But the feeling was
incredible. When I was as full as I was then everything seemed slower
and my reaction time was too but my body seemed to react with more
intensity.
His voice back in my ear, “You are doing very well, Scott. Very
well. You like this new gut? Huh? You like this belly I’m putting
on you?”
“What? What are you talking about?” I was pulled back out
of the trance that pain and pleasure seems to induce. “What do
you mean?!?”
He began rubbing my belly again. “I’m talking about this
fat, round gut that you’re growin’ here.” He grabbed
at my belly and it was strange -I had never felt that before. He moved
to face me, my breathing getting harder as I began to understand what
he was talking about.
I felt his body press into mine. Hard. He whispered again “Do you
remember when you said that you were hungry? Hmm? Remember that? Well,
there are consequences to eating. You get that nice full feeling that I
know you look forward to and your dick gets some attention too. But the
price, which in today’s market is remarkably low is that those
ripped abs become a thing of the past.” His hand moved to my dick
that was starting to soften as fear took over my thoughts. “I
like to think of it as becoming a man…” he continued
“…’The Rites of Real Manhood’. You get a bit
of a gut, settle in to life. A man.”
My dick, under his even strokes was once again a rock. My breathing
faint and fast. I was looking straight in the eye and unable to speak.
“Scott, you feel me pressed against you? You feel my body on yours?”
I nodded.
“And see how far I am away from you? See that? Why it’s a
good six to eight inches. Don’t you think? Well, boy, I
don’t have a gut. So, its all you between us. All you and that
gut of yours! About 20 pounds more than you came in here with.”
he began to grin wide.
I felt tears welling up in my eyes and I began to sob.
He took a step back and moved in slowly. Slowly until his hard body and
my belly touched. He was moving faster on his strokes and my cock was
primed.
“Just about there. Don’t you think? Nice bloated gut. I like it. Do you?”
I continued to cry and writhe with his jacking of my cock.
“Its occurred to me that you might want to see my work. Would you like that?”
He moved across the room and slowly the lights came up. For the first
time I saw my new belly without straining or guessing. I was in
disbelief. I was fat. My belly was rounded out and jutted out away from
body. It almost looked fake it was so tight and round. I cried harder.
“Why have you done this to me?!? Why!!? I got no answer.
He began to rub my belly and pat it. Then he played with my tits as I
asked the same question over and over. My cock, still hard, was next.
He was pulling me closer and closer to shooting.
“You know…” he started whispering in my ear again
“…you can protest and beg and plead all day long, but you
dick don’t lie. Its hard a as rock just like that fat gut. And
deep down in that thick jock skull of yours you are turned on to that
gut and being controlled.”
“No.” I was shaking my head.
“I’ve only just begun on you, boy. There is more in store
for you. And that gut… this gut, is nothing to what you will be.
Its only going to get bigger whether you like it or not!”
Suddenly, all the muscles in my body constricted and all the energy my
being could muster went into the base of my cock and shot across the
room with a force like never before. I heard myself moan loudly and
grunt as the event climaxed.
When I caught my breath, Chief was gone. I collapsed.
I was put back into the sling and the next few feedings went about the
same as the others. My ass had been filled with a butt plug and it was
removed and replaced with a larger one after one of the enemas. I was
in a daze during all of this. Only awake during the feedings, with help
of a hand or mouth would shoot my load just as I got as filled
completely with the mix.
I could feel my gut now. And, due to the lights being slightly
brighter, I could see it too. Constantly aware of it. Feeling it tight
and stretched to the point of explosion. My tits seemed more sensitive
than ever before and seemed to have more mass.
Then one time the guy came in and washed my ass out replaced the butt
plug and left. No feeding. I asked myself if this was it. Was this the
end? Maybe they weren’t going to make me any fatter than this!! I
waited, no one returned. My hopes were up!
The next day, same thing. I waited but no feeding. I was sure that this was the day that I had prayed for.
I woke up. The room was silent. I could see my gut in the mirror. How
was I going to return to school looking like this? I’d be so
embarrassed. And the team! How would I face them? And play? There was
no way I could quarterback with this gut! I would have to lose it
before the season. That’s all.
Eventually, I realized that I was hungry. Really hungry. My stomach was growling this time, no mistake. Again, I waited.
Hours passed and I wondered where the men were. Nobody came. I hated
myself for thinking that I was hungry after all the shit that poured
down my throat. I would ignore the hunger, not think about it.
It didn’t help. The hunger grew.
Again I woke to no one, no food. I was hungry. Hungrier than I have
ever been before. I could tell that my stomach was empty. I had to have
something to eat. I was beginning not to care how I got the food as
long as I got some. I waited.
It must have been days. I was starving. I was beginning to think that
starving me to death was the new plan in my captor’s plans. I
wanted food and my gut wanted to be fed. With all my being, I needed to
eat
Hours later, someone entered the room and I tried to see who it was.
Were they going to feed me? I prayed that they would. My belly hurt now
from lack of food.
The enema. I was being given my enema, but this time the plug was not
replaced. I debated asking for something to eat. Before I could form
the words in my mouth the one called Joe was facing me.
“How are we doing today?” he asked in a sly but cheerful
voice. He moved around and rubbed my gut. I didn’t answer.
“Gut is looking good.” With that he started to walk away.
“Hungry.” I muttered weakly.
He returned. “What was that?”
“I’m hungry.” I whispered.
“Oh, you’re hungry? Guess a gut that big does need a lot of
attention, huh? You want me to feed you?” He got no response.
“Do you want me to feed you?” he asked again.
With no pride left and only thoughts of hunger I said “Yes.”
“I want you to tell me. Tell me to feed you. Tell me that you want me to grow that gut of yours.” he teased me.
I didn’t reply. He started to walk out.
“I want you to feed me. Please feed me. Make my gut grow. Feed me.” I hated myself.
“Is that what you want? To have that gut even bigger?
“Yes, feed me.”
With that he retrieved a jug and without the funnel began to pour it
into my mouth. I lapped it up like I had never seen food before. It
tasted so good as it flowed down my throat and into my empty belly.
Then, it stopped, much too soon. I wanted more. I needed more.
He stepped back and said “Won’t ya take a look at that cock of yours, boy.”
My dick was hard. Rock hard. I started getting excited when he began to
feed me. I was aware more than ever that my ass was empty too. But my
mind and my eyes were focused on that jug.
“I think its time we start trading. You want me to grow that
belly of yours for you, but what are you going to do for me? He talked
as he poured a little more of the thick liquid into my mouth.
“Remember having your dick sucked while you did nothing but eat?
I think its time that you suck some dick yourself so that you can
eat.” He looked defiantly into my eyes.
I shook my head no. As I felt the top end of the sling start to lower.
My head was level with his crotch now. I had no intention of sucking
any guy’s dick. No fucking way.
He reached down and unbuttoned the tight jeans that he had on. The top
button remained in place under a small belly of his own. He pulled a
short fat dick out that laid half hard on top of his hairy, golf ball
sized nuts. I got a whiff of man and it seemed familiar, like the guys
in the locker room horsing around. It was in my face.
His dick was touching my lips. I hated the thought of it but it
wasn’t vile like I thought it would be. I still wouldn’t
suck him.
He cupped his hand under his shaft and poured the liquid into his hand.
I wanted to eat so badly. But I did nothing. Moving closer his index
finger rested above my chin and under my bottom lip. I could smell the
mix.
“You know that you’re hungry boy. Its time to eat. Taste
it.” he moved his cupped palm upward and smeared the sweet juice
on to my lips. I could taste it. He poured more into his hand and used
it as a cup to feed me. His growing cock was less than an inch from my
lips. I didn’t want to suck his cock. I drank around it but he
moved closer. It touched my lips now. It was soaked in the white liquid.
He asked “You liking that? Taste good, boy? Let me know if you
want more.” He filled his cupped hand again. I drank it down.
“More.” I said.
“That’s it boy…” he filled his hand again by
pouring the stream over his hard cock. As I drank I felt the head of
his dick press into the corner of my mouth.
I couldn’t make myself shut my mouth. I wanted the food to badly,
I needed to be fed. His dick slid slowly deeper into my mouth and the
juice that I wanted so much was flowing into my mouth by pouring down
the shaft of his dick. I lapped up the mix and sucked the mix from it
Before long I was sucking his dick. The mix had stopped and I felt his gentle torture of my tits.
Every now and then I felt his hand under my chin. He would pull his
dick from my mouth and pour the food into me then his cock would take
the foods place.
After a few times, I knew that it wouldn’t be long before I was
full so I drank as much as he allowed and then go aggressively after
his dick again. I would suck it as good as I could knowing that the
better I did the more he would feed me!
“Yeah, that’s it. I own you now, boy. You want that gut
full and you want that hard cock too.” His words didn’t
matter to me now. I wanted to be fed. I wanted it to fill my belly up
and I wanted to feel that fullness up into my throat and that dull pain
of my gut stretching. My dick was oozing pre-cum. I was getting what I
wanted not the other way around.
That point of being full was nearing. I didn’t keep count of how
many gallon jugs he had used, three maybe, four? I was still sucking
his dick and swallowing all that I could.
I noticed that his fucking motions slowed and I looked up, he was
pulling his shirt out of his jeans and up above his belly and chest and
then all the way off.
His belly was hairy and built like a pot. It looked as if he had ripped
abs once to go along with his thick chest and expansive shoulders. I
wondered about his belly and how much it could hold. Is that what mine
would look like? I wouldn’t mind that. It was a gut but it was
hard, tight and round.
I looked further up as his dick slipped from my mouth and saw him
looking down at me. He was smiling approvingly. He moved to raise the
head of the sling up about 10inches.
I watched as he moved his hand to the back of my head and shoved my
face into his gut. It was firm and soft at the same time. I felt him
force it out as far as he could and was shocked and undeniably turned
on to how big he could make it!
He would pull my face back and pour the thick, rich mix down my throat.
I was full but wanted to go further. I was no longer, in my mind,
having sex with another guy but with this entity that had become my
mentor, my creator. It was all about the pleasure now.
My mouth opened wide to accept the flow of the milky liquid he poured
into me and then I would watch as he took the jug to his mouth and took
down massive gulps himself. I was so close to exploding. I have never
felt such incredible zings of energy shooting through my body.
I would begin to worship his gut again. The liquid was streaming from
the corners of his mouth down his chin and across his nipples to his
gut where I cleaned it off.
He had finished the little bit in the jug that was left and opened
another. Number five I think. He poured the first of it into my mouth
and that filled me up. My stomach was bloated and stretched and I felt
the fullness into my throat.
He squatted down his face to mine. “You aren’t full? We
still got this one to go. You’re doing so great. That gut is
fucking gorgeous!!”
I shook my head and said “I can’t.”
“I saw how you went for my belly. I know you want this now. And
you know it to…” he moved his lips to mine and began to
kiss me. At first it was lightly then harder and I kissed him back.
“I want to stretch your gut. I want you more full than you can
imagine. You want that? Huh? You want to feel that gut so stretched
that you can hardly stand it?” his words were hypnotic.
“Yeah…” I had answered him.
With that he stood up and pulled my head up and put the funnel in. he
started pouring and I gulped as he cheered me on. Soon I was numb from
pain and swallowing as much as I could as fast as I could. Finally, he
stopped.
“Hot damn!” he said as he raised the jug just less than
half full to his mouth and without stopping, swallowed and swallowed
and swallowed until it was empty. He rubbed his gut for a minute then
released a long, well deserved burp.
“That makes me horny, boy.” He said slyly.
“Me too.” I thought to myself.
Then the next thing he did was move to the rear. I did not try to watch
as I so full that I couldn’t move or speak. I felt him replacing
the plug in my ass.
But he was moving it in and out and within a few seconds I realized
that he was fucking my ass. I felt his fat cock fill my ass and his
full belly mashed into my ass cheeks. It didn’t hurt. As he moved
faster I started feeling those bolts of energy again.
I heard myself moan. It was a moan of ecstasy, not of pain as all of
the emotion and pains and pleasures my body was experiencing all came
together at this moment.
He had heard the moan too and reached around the contraption and me and rubbed my hard full gut.
I was weak now to the point of passing out as he took my virgin ass. he
began to pump harder and deeper. His rhythm hastened and I felt jerk,
jerk and a sigh as he filled my ass with cream as he had filled my
mouth with the mix. Without a finger on my dick I shot at almost the
same time.
I was trying to catch my breath when I felt his lips on mine again. He whispered “I own you.”
I didn’t say anything back. But I assured myself in my mind that I was in control.
The movement of the sling woke me up the next day. I assume it was the
next day as Joe had on a different clothes. Chief was with him but he
didn’t talk to me much.
My feet were shackled and I was removed from the sling. Again, it was
hard to get balanced after being suspended for so long. My body was
tingling and coming back to life. It was heavier too. Much heavier.
In surveying my new girth, I could see that my tits and arms and legs
had gotten somewhat more fleshy, not fat just like a few extra layers
of skin. Just under my tits though was completely different person. It
was like the skin changed directions under my chest and went straight
out instead of down. And rounded out to form a round ball like melon.
Reaching down I touched it. My first thoughts were more of intrigue
than of fear or sadness. I rubbed it. It was tight like the man’s
belly that put it there. But it was bigger than his. It was expansive
and sensitive like my tits were. It had never been before. I was
embarrassed as my dick was starting to grow.
That’s not to say that I was not apprehensive but I didn’t feel like a monster like I had built up in my mind.
Chief walked over to me and squeezed my nipple. With a chuckle he said
“I’ve heard that you really liking this new look fat boy.
Seems like you are.”
He led me slowly over to a corner of the room. There was a scale in
front of a mirror. I could tell from the sling’s mirror that I
was growing a beard from lack of shaving but it was long and bushy now
and full of dried mix.
I stepped on the scale and looked down. I couldn’t see it for my
belly. I started to move to see it and the husky guy stopped me.
“That gut in your way?” and he laughed. “We’ll tell you what it says just hold still.”
I did as I was told and waited. The answer came back.
“231.”
My mouth fell opened and my heart began to race. All the expected
feelings that had not hit me before was starting to now. I was shaking
as the two men were reveling in the accomplishment.
I was led to small bathroom without a window. The older guy took a pair
of scissors and cut my beard close to my face. Then put the scissors
into the hands of the husky guy who took them away. I had thought about
trying to grab the scissors but I wasn’t quick enough. Maybe
something inside me held me back from trying.
I was left in the small room with the sink, a metal mirror, a shower
stall with soap, toilet and a towel. I was told to clean myself up.
I took my time and when I opened the door the husky guy was alone in
the room sitting in a large arm chair. His shirt was off, the top
button of his jeans un-done and he had eight or ten jugs beside him. I
stopped and stared for a minute, waiting for instructions. None were
given.
He reached down beside the chair and grabbed a jug. When he removed the lid my mouth began to water. I was hungry again.
As he started to chug the mix his hand moved down to his gut and
started to rub. My dick was immediately hard. I moved toward him and he
stood. His belly was swollen and touching mine. Smiling, he handed me
the jug.
I was standing, feeling his fat belly press into mine. My dick was like a rock and my belly begging me to drink.
I turned the jug up and began to swallow huge gulps of fluid. It felt
incredible!! I poured as Joe ran his hands all over my belly and
stroked my dick and lapped up any I spilled from my tits. I finished
the first jug and reached for the next one.
Halfway through it, Joe was behind me his hard cock rubbing between my
ass cheeks. He started talking directly into my ear. “Fucking
drink up, fat boy. Fill that big belly up. You want it. You want that
gut bigger, yeah that’s it!”
I had to stop after the second gallon to catch my breath, my gut was feeling bigger and bigger and it was driving me crazy.
Joe grabbed another jug and began drinking again. I could see his gut
expand. And as his gut expanded so did his dick. I got down on my knees
and began to suck his dick. This time I wanted to.
My hand rubbed his growing belly and then my own as I sucked him. I
would look up and between gulping down the mix he would watch
approvingly as I gave him head.
As we continued, Joe drank less and I drank more. I had to sit down
finally because I was so full. I figure that Joe had downed close to
two gallons and was moving pretty slow. I must have drank the five.
The end of the session came when Joe got me to stand, which took a lot
of effort, juiced up my hard cock with spit and told me to put my belly
into it.
Within a couple of seconds I was inside and pushing my gut into his
back and he was yelling out. I shot almost immediately and then it was
Joe’s turn.
He fucked me for at least ten minutes solid. I could feel the contents
of my oversized gut sloshing back and forth. He erupted with a mighty
yell and the deed was complete. We washed each other off and he led me
back to the scale. I willingly got on.
After looking down, he rubbed my gut and said “246. Fuck.”
He led me over to a mattress and we lay down. He played with my gut and I played with his until I feel asleep.
Although, my feet were shackled together, for the next week I was
allowed to roam free and even allowed to eat some real food. The creamy
mixture was never absent though. Each day I was fed and fucked.
I was losing touch with the life that I had before. I wondered how big
Chief and Joe would make me. When I hit 281, Joe slapped my gut and
said “Not bad at all. Ninety-three pounds in just over six weeks.
Seven pounds to go and you’ll hit your hundred mark!”
I felt my heart in my throat once again. That number was so high. Deep
inside my mind I was beginning to panic again. It was like the day that
I first had arrived. I looked down, I was fat. My gut was huge. What
had I been doing all this time? I had given my body over to them in
ways that I never even thought I could. For the first time since the
beginning I knew that Joe had been right. It wasn’t me getting
what I wanted it had been him all along. I belong to Joe.
“Why did you pick me?” I asked Joe directly and calmly.
Smiling back he replied “Baby, we didn’t pick you. We were paid to take you out of action.”
“Paid? Out of what action? Football?!?” I tried to remain
calm. This idea had crossed my through my mind’s eye at some
point in the ordeal but it was now being confirmed. “Who?!? Who
would do this?!?!?”
“Calm down. I can’t tell you that and I ain’t going
to. What the hell does it matter now? You like it. This what you
wanted.” Joe was trying to reason with me.
“Its not what I wanted. I had no choice. I never wanted to be fat!” I yelled.
“You may have thought that you didn’t but once you saw the
other side, you were cranked for it. hell the last thirty pounds you
did to yourself!! Its the same every time, the gut spreads and expands
and the sensations in that dick tells you what a fucking turn on it is
and its over from there out!!”
“You’re saying there have been others? You’ve done this to guys before?” I was astonished.
“Fuck yeah, a few times. Its not like were picking people off
with a rifle! We take people and point them in a new direction so that
they are not in the way of others.” He was so calm as he
described it.
“Who? How many?” my voice whispered in amazement.
“A few. A young do-gooder cop that busted up one too many bid
drug deals, an athlete from Russia, no, the Ukraine that might have
caused our client not to go all the way in the Olympics, an actor that
had beat this other guy out of a role in some movie. He was a hot
little fucker, we even gave him a pretty elaborate tattoo job too. And
a couple of others.”
“How big did you make them?” I was searching for answers to my own fate.
“Different for each…the Olympic guy went up only about
seventy pounds. Got really flabby. Enough so that it would be at least
the next Olympics before he’d be ready again. The actor, right at
a hundred. He got a nice jelly belly on him too but the tattoos it was
sealed it for him. And the cop was the hottest. He gained like you do,
all in the gut. Thirty years old, dark hair, Italian, beefed up, nice
stache, hairy in all the right places. His took a while but a hotter
man had never been turned out of here.”
My dick was growing at the thought of the other’s gaining. “How big was he when he got here?”
“Who? The cop? 190 - 200 I seem to remember.”
“And at the end?” I waited to hear the number that had become this man’s belly.
Joe walked over to me with a jug in hand. He took my hand and placed it
on my hardening dick. He played with my tits and rubbed my gut before
he spoke.
“You really want to know? You want to hear how big his gut grew to be?”
“Yeah…” I released as I huffed over the jacking.
“430. Almost all gut!” Joe finished slyly.
He lifted the jug to my mouth and I began to drink down my nourishment.
I shot as I finished the third gallon. That one meal had pushed me over
my hundred pound mark and the next stop was 300.
I thought more about getting out in that next week, wondering if they
ever would let me go. What would I do? How would I face my friends, my
family and the team looking like this? Before I knew it I was downing
huge meals of real food along with the jugs of liquid. 300 came easily.
My gut felt like a toy, not like it was really me. This brought on too
many emotions to deal with so I tried to think of other things. At
least until I was freed. I tried to imagine the gain on the other guys
that Joe had talked about and from there wondered if other guys that
had beach ball bellies were turned on to them too. It was difficult to
imagine that they weren’t.
Over the next few weeks I ate and ate. Most of the time Joe was with me
and would fuck my ass, get me off in some manner at the point in which
I was full.
My legs and arms had gotten so thick, the fat around my cheeks and
under my chin was full and chiggled. By this point my chest had already
become big and fleshy, swollen like. But now they had started to hang
and get flabby. They rested on top of the incredible mass that my gut
had become. I could not think of anyone that I knew who belly was
bigger than mine at this point. I weighed 340 pounds. That was 150 more
than just over two and half months ago when I was brought there.
I had eaten so much that it was difficult to get up and down from the
toilet of a chair. I was winded easily and often wanted to nap most of
the day. But the last night I was so sleepy that I could barely stay
awake. I lay down and fell easily into sleep.
When I awoke. It was dark. Night time. Outside. I was in my truck and
on Route 6. I jerked around to see anybody but I was alone. I sat still
for a solid ten minutes and then began to sob uncontrollably. Finally,
I started the truck to finish the journey I had started almost 3 months
before. It was difficult to move the steering wheel as my belly impeded
it.
I arrived at my parents house. How was I to face them looking like this?
My parents got over the initial shock of my looks quickly as they were
more relieved that I was alive. Seems the entire county had been
looking for me for some time.
Katherine and I just seemed to fade away. I don’t think that she
could deal with the changes in me and I was having a hard time dealing
with everything else that had been done to me and that I had done.
I stayed out of school the rest of that semester and worked hard to get
back in shape. I would catch myself sometimes shoveling food into my
mouth. I knew that I had to control that to beat this. But it was
difficult. I still wanted that feeling again.
With help of a trainer that my Dad had found and paid for, I began to
see some evidence of toning and weight loss. I was at 280 by mid
summer. I worked hard for hours every day and did not allow myself to
remember the feeling of being so full.
My worries focused on the night. I would lay in my bed as many nights
throughout my high school and college years and beat off. I would start
off with Katherine or some playmate of the month in my mind and the
closer I got to shooting the images changed to Joe and him rubbing my
belly. A belly that was bigger in my mind than the one I was rubbing at
the time. I never told anyone about those nights.
I had kept in touch with the coach and letting him know my progress. He
was encouraging but I could tell that he never thought that I could be
an effective weight to quarterback by the start of the season.
He was right. At the start of the season in September I weighed in at
260. I had dropped almost a hundred pounds. I was an effective tackle
with the weight and trained with the new quarterback to ensure the win
over the Eagles. I was still dropping the weight and pumping the
muscles. I was much thicker muscled now and the belly was tight but
still round like a ball.
After one mid-season game the coach said that he needed to talk with me
in private and suggested we get out of the gym and go somewhere out of
the way to talk. We ended up at truckstop restaurant on the edge of the
town.
We sat in the booth and he ordered to big plates of food. I
didn’t want to appear rude or let the Coach know that I had a
problem with stopping once I started. And I really wanted to eat that
plate clean too. As the Coach talked to me about not pushing myself and
that he understands that I had been through a difficult experience and
so on I was noticing that all the truckers coming in and out were built
huge. Big proud bellies were pushed up against the tables and were
being filled. My dick began to stir.
I had zoned away from the caring pep talk that the Coach was pouring
out and watched as at least three guys finished their meals by rubbing
the swollen paunches in front of them. The hottest of the three stood
to leave and his shirt could not cover the gut he had. About half of
his belly button showed and I was hard as a rock!
I was jerked back to the conversation by the Coach asking me if I was
ready to get back. I had cleaned my plate and finished the pie that he
had ordered for us too. I was still hungry. My dick was raging and I
could not get my mind in order. On the way back the Coach’s belly
even looked swollen from the plate he cleaned.
I had to make myself snap back and remove my mind from food, bellies
and anything else. I reminded myself that my goal for the end of this
month was 245.
When we arrived back at the gym I followed the Coach into the locker
room and started gathering my gear as he went into his office. The
place was dead by now. Everyone had gone home or out to celebrate our
victory.
Just before I left the Coach yelled for me to come into his office. I
walked in and found him behind his desk with his shirt up and absently
mindedly rubbing his full belly. My heart raced. I felt my dick
starting to throb and quickly took a seat in front of him. He stood and
moved to close the door. His belly looked incredible. Not as big as
Joe’s was but nice and round. He stood in front of the door and
continued stroking his gut. I could see the outline of his thick dick
and it seemed to be getting bigger.
“Scott,…” he started. “…I have been
worried that you. Did you get enough to eat at dinner?”
“Um… yes sir.” I stuttered as I was engrossed.
Coach moved back to his desk and opened a drawer. He reached in and
pulled out a funnel with one hand and a jug from under the desk with
the other. He sat them on the desk and said “I don’t think
so.” He walked back around to me and stood with his stretched gut
inches from my face. “I have been paid an incredible amount of
money to make sure that the Eagles take the cup this year. And you are
the only thing in the way of that…”
In shock, my eyes widened. “N… no… not
y…” I couldn’t speak as a chill went up my spine. I
was frozen, unable to move.
He stepped closer so that his belly touched my cheek “…and
besides, you’d rather have it this way anyway.” He reached
down and pulled my shirt up and freed my fat.
I was breathing hard. My dick was about to rip out of my pants. Without
realizing it I had my face in his gut licking, chewing, worshipping.
He began again “Yeah… you want it. You want it. Open wide, fatboy.”
I did as he said and the funnel was inserted into my mouth.