Punishment - Finale!

New Halloween story to start up next week. For now, enjoy the grand finale of Punishment!

Don watched Karson pack away his still half-heard meat with a sigh. He was going to miss it. The man himself he could care less for--what few words he said had a bizarre edge to them that Don didn’t understand. It was like he’d done something long ago to provoke the man’s ire and all the sex in the world wasn’t enough to set it right.

Still, he didn’t want Karson to go. If for no other reason than it meant that cock would go along with him.

“Will I ever see you again?” Don asked, a lilt in his voice that was never there before. It made the request sound almost like the dramatic end of a bad romance film.

Karson smirked, not entirely kindly. “Maybe,” was all he said. He arranged his cock so that it wasn’t entirely obvious he was packing enough meat to fill a deli, and then he stepped out the door. Probably for good.

Don sighed, again with a slightly higher voice than he seemed to recall, and also far more wistfully than he’d ever imagined himself capable of. Then he looked around his apartment and realized he was living in a dump. Food wrappers, used condoms, boxes of pizza, empty tubs of ice cream--his home was a pigsty.

Another sigh turned into a grunt as Don attempted to lift himself off the bed, but he failed entirely. He tried again to get his body into an upright and sitting position, and once again he fell back to the bed, a bead of sweat falling down his forehead just from the momentary effort.

He changed tactics, wobbling side to side just enough that his own momentum was able to carry him onto his stomach so that he could use his arms to hopefully prop himself up to all fours. It worked, but barely, and more sweat was pouring down his face as he tried to maintain his position long enough to lift his knees up underneath him. His stomach made that even harder by getting in the way, requiring that each knee push its way past the doughy fat that now almost completely covered the bed.

By the time he’d managed to put both legs on the ground and prop himself vertically by pushing off the mattress, Don was completely covered in moisture and totally exhausted. The thought of going around his house picking up bits and pieces of garbage was impossible to consider. Instead, Don managed to slowly waddle his way to the bathroom, intent on voiding the many loads that Karson had left him with.

Even with the toilet seat down, it looked comically small for the ass it now had to support. Indeed, Don felt like his ass was swallowing the toilet whole. Worse still, his cock was so buried between his thighs that letting his bladder go basically caused him to spray his own piss all over the inside of his thighs. It was impossible to angle himself downward with his enormous apron in the way, so Don just sat there waiting for the liquid to slowly drop down into the toilet bowl. Of course, some trailed all the way down his legs to make a small puddle on the bathroom tiles.

Thoroughly soiled, Don decided a shower was the best option. This presented even more challenges as he suddenly found his shower barely large enough to contain him, let alone perform the various gyrations necessary for him to reach and expose all of his colossal rotundity.

Don wasn’t entirely unsuccessful. He managed to grab the shower head and snake it in between whatever cracks and folds he could still reach, but it still felt insufficient even after snaking it over his curvature for close to half an hour. Towels too, as Don found that he had to essentially stuff his folds with towels just to remove even a hint of moisture from between his many crevices.

A bathroom renovation was in his immediate future, Don realized. As was hiring a cleaning service, Don thought as he made his way back to the bed, exhausted from both the short walk and standing for almost an hour. He pushed the empty boxes and finished food containers off the corner of the bed as he reached over for a phone and ordered a pizza.

In the 30 minutes it would take to arrive, Don felt the best use of his time was to once again gratify himself. Searching online, he ordered dildo after dildo, heedless of the actual logistics of inserting an object into a rectum he could hardly reach. Acknowledging the issue, Don’s final order was for a machine that was little more than a piston connected to an electric motor and a housing that would accept almost any-sized dildo you could imagine. It looked large enough for what Don had in mind, at least he hoped. You can never really tell with buying online.

The mere thought of getting fucked again by a tool approaching the sizes of the ones he’d just ordered already had Don as hard as a nail. That’s how it felt, at least. Long since unable to see his own groin without the use of several mirrors, Don tried to reach underneath his bulk to see if he could feel for himself, but all he managed to grasp was acre after acre of doughy and lightly-furred groin flab.

Instead of taking the direct approach, Don grasped the roll of lard that had swallowed up what remained of his genitals and simply started shaking. Within moments, the ripples that flowed through Don’s body turned him into his own personal vibrator. Trembling waves combined sympathetically with the jiggling of his own mass, the lipids rubbing more deliciously over his cock and balls than any tongue could--mostly because it was doubtful any tongue could even reach.

Don came just as his phone rang indicating the pizza guy’s arrival. Punching in the code that would let him in, Don realized that at his new size there was no way he’d be able both clean and dress himself and still have enough time to make it to the door. So he didn’t bother with either. Cum dripping from his crotch, Don lumbered his way to the door just in time for the bell to ring.

Besides, he was pretty sure he’d seen a porno start out this way once.