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[COMM] Corruption Arc - Chapter 8: Luke
🕑 Added 2023-08-14 15:00:02 +0000 UTCThis was a commission from a patron! I had a ton of fun working on it. Writing a female character who is unabashedly interested in fattening up guys who probably would've been thin their whole lives if they never crossed her path was perfect to sink my teeth into. There are 9 parts total, switching from Nico's perspective to Luke's, and I'll post them here every two weeks.
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It was Luke’s intention to spend the entire three-week winter break doing nothing but eat and sleep. By the fourth day, he had succeeded admirably at this, but was beginning to flag. He’d grown used to being too full, stomach always churning, loud groans erupting from its depths as it struggled with the load. He tried his best to keep up with Nico, and found himself struggling.
But then, she had something to enhance her appetite and capacity to gargantuan proportions. She smoked throughout the day every day, from the time she woke up to whenever they went to sleep, switching between her bong, a little one-hitter pipe, and hand-rolled joints. It wasn’t part of her usual routine, but she told Luke she was going all-out for winter break. Every time she seemed like she might be too full to keep eating, all it seemed to take was a few hits before her appetite was back. By the end of every day, her gut would be so packed it was visible even through all her layers of soft fat.
He felt like it was a temptation he could pass on. He’d been high once and didn’t really feel a need to experience it again. As Nico became more comfortable having him around every day, though, and her clothing grew increasingly skimpy, he couldn’t help but be reminded of exactly why he was keeping himself stuffed around the clock. He’d discovered he liked to eat, and enjoyed trying all the foods he’d been missing out on. But really, he was eating for her, turning himself into a blimp just for the chance to fuck her again. He’d watch her t-shirt ride up her soft belly, meaty thighs peeking through holes in the seams of too-tight leggings, and then look down at himself and realize how much more he needed to eat to make her want him. So, one day, right as she was rolling a joint for herself, he asked, “Can I try some?”
Nico was utterly delighted by this development, teasing him about how bad he was being. He was anxious, but she reassured him that she wouldn’t let him have a bad time. He took the joint from her when she offered it, already lit, and took a puff. He coughed at first, and he felt lightheaded and a little dizzy, and… good. This was a very different high than his first, going right to his head, much more intense. It turned some sensations down and heightened others. The painful bloat of his stomach faded into the background, replaced by mindless, non-specific cravings and want. Nico was way ahead of him, pushing snacks into his path while she queued up an order of Thai takeout.
Weed turned out to be the exact appetite stimulant he needed. He started packing on the pounds so rapidly he could almost feel himself growing, stretch marks erupting around his deepening bellybutton and love handles. His increased growth earned him extra physical attention from Nico, who would rub lotion over his middle and sides every night, cooing over his progress. He felt so debauched every time she called him a piglet or fingered his bellybutton and he felt his cock jump. He wanted her so bad.
So he ate. Ate until his stomach ached, and then ate until he thought he would burst, and then ate until he was sure it would all come back up. Ate to please her, and to find another outlet for his roaring lust. Ate because she was eating. Because she was spooning him closer every night when they went to sleep, hands cradling his lotion-slick belly, hands never straying lower, even when she whispered in his ear about all the things she couldn’t wait to do to him when he was finally plump enough. Ate because he would hear those things and hear himself whimper, feel himself getting hard and wet when she teased him and know he couldn’t do anything about it.
On the last day of break, he felt huge. He knew he was significantly bigger than when he’d arrived. His belly was still stuffed, but it had a hang to it, starting to fold over the waistband of his boxers (which were the only thing he had that really fit anymore). His t-shirts could barely make it over his bellybutton. He had budding breasts. His cheeks were starting to get chubby. He felt proud of himself for a moment. He’d pushed himself hard and his progress was clear.
Still, looking in the mirror, he wasn’t satisfied. He was getting chunky, but he wasn’t fat. Nico wanted so much more from him, and it would take so much more eating to get there. They weighed him together on Nico’s bathroom scale. He’d put on 25 pounds over the break. “Oh, that’s hot,” Nico said with a squeeze of his belly.
He told her he was disappointed with his gains as they shared one last binge together before she dropped him off at his dorm.
“I’m not,” she told him. “I’ve never seen someone put on weight like you.”
He felt himself blushing. That was high praise.
She moved closer to him on the couch, and he could feel his heart rate rising. She was looking at him in a hungry way. “I actually wanted to give you a little treat before you left.”
He groaned. “I don’t think I can handle any more food than what we’ve already got, Nic.”
“It’s not food, promise.” She climbed off the couch and sank to her knees between his legs, spreading his legs wide. “Fuck, look how soft your thighs are getting,” she murmured as she pulled his boxers down.
“Wait, I thought–I thought you weren’t going to sleep with me again until I was bigger?” He was confused. Had he done all this for nothing?
“I still won’t. But you deserve a little something for all your hard work, don’t you think?” She pulled off her tank top, and he had a hard time saying anything in response with her bare breasts in full view for the first time since they’d made love.
She leaned forward and ran her tongue along the underside of his dick. He leaned back into the couch, eyes falling closed as she took his full length down her throat. It was almost too much sensation. He was full from the ridiculous lunch they’d had earlier, most of an extra large pizza gurgling in his gut. He was still a little high. And now her tongue was touching him in places he hardly dared touch himself, and the sounds of it were driving him to the edge.
Then she stepped it up further, pressing his cock between her tits and stroking, still using her mouth and her tongue and sending Luke to the furthest reaches of consciousness. He hadn’t even realized this was possible, but yet again Nico had known exactly what he needed before he could dream it up. He found himself thrusting upward between her tits even though he was almost too full to move, caught between trying to make it last and chasing down pleasure as fast as he could.
He came with a cry, breath coming heavy. Nico’s tits spattered with his cum was one of the most beautiful things he’d ever seen. They helped each other up and went to shower together, and as they soaped each other up, he knew he’d tipped even further over the edge. Before, there had been something at the back of his mind that told him he could stop any time he wanted. He could lose the weight, go back to the gym, let go of his obsession with Nico and be normal. That voice had been silenced. There was no going back. He would never want to stop. He belonged to her, and he would do whatever it took to keep her.
Comments
Rowan Kind
he’s really living the dream
Douglas Goldstein
Go Luke go!
