Soft Served - Part Two
WARNINGS: -This story contains some very kinky, non-consensual inflation, extreme weight gain and hyperphallic sex between two males. If you don't like this sort of stuff, you should turn back. If you're not sure if you like it or not, have a go at it. You might surprise yourself. -The characters used in this are fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or fursonas is unintentional... though the nameless captor dragon is based around myself. -This story is meant for readers aged 18 years or older. If you are not at least 18 years old, don't read this, or at least don't go telling everybody about it and getting yourself in trouble. :3 -Read the first story before this one! * * *
Soft Served: Part 2
- * * Moonlight shined dimly through the dingy windows of the old warehouse, doing little more to improve what the dimmed lights revealed. Michael lay out upon the table, his massive gut stretched obscenely in all directions, bloated beyond recognition. All traces of the cougar's front were covered with the expansive belly. A loud, rumbling gurgle sound occasionally echoed through the large room, accompanied by a grunt or a moan from the immobile cat. 'How could it be happening?', he idly wondered, staring up at nothing but the furry dome. How could he hold so much? How could he be so full? That last thought made him groan lowly. It felt... good. It felt very good, in fact. His hide was stretched so tight. He could feel the thick ice cream sloshing around within his ballooned stomach, melted and fully liquid now. He had never felt so thoroughly stuffed in all of his life, though the fact was hardly surprising. This should have been impossible! The soft music playing in the backgroung seemed to taunt him in his predicament. Michael's thoughts were rudely interrupted by a particularly loud gurgle and a tugging sensation within his belly. He closed his eyes, shivering as that tugging sensation became a warm one, and one that seemed to echo throughout his body. He had had some very large meals before (though not as large as this, of course), and he knew well that these were the early signs of some powerful digestion. His predatory body was well equipped to quickly turn meals into energy. Of course, in his case, this was not such a helpful adaptation. Furthermore, it seemed that whoever that dragon was, he knew some fancy chemistry. This stuff was digesting a lot faster than it normally should! He could practically feel it happening - his body was steadily turning his recent cream filling into 'energy' - or rather, storing it as fat. He groaned again, realizing just what his captor was trying to do to him. It seemed to be working, too. That belly began to feel softer, not as tightly packed, a thickening layer of plush fat developing over the tight dome, augmenting its padding. He could feel his hips and rear widening slowly, his limbs steadily growing thicker, pushing against his sides as new rolls developed all over his body. He felt heavier - it was getting harder to move his arms and legs. This blubber was weighing him down more and more. His thighs rubbed together, squashing hugely, his legs as thick as tree trunks now. A particularly intense section of the tune in the background played through whatever speakers were emitting it. Larger and larger he swelled, the table beneath him creaking and groaning as his weight rapidly shifted. He whimpered loudly, watching his chest billowing out into an impressive pair of pecs... or should they be called breasts? The swelling pair felt heavy against him, and squashed into his softening gut, his nipples perky as they drifted further and further apart. The aforementioned tummy was no longer as huge as it once was, but it showed no signs of shrinking down to its previous size. Instead, it stayed with him, the girth settling somewhere about halfway between where it had been moments ago and where it was before this whole thing started. Truly, he was now beyond obese. As his body settled, Michael attempted to lift himself up to get a better look at his body. It took all of his strength, but he managed to hold an upright sitting position for a moment. He gazed over his incredible gut, his enormous rear, plush chest, plump arms and legs... The cougar shuddered, closing his eyes again and biting his lip, realizing he was for some reason becoming aroused by the sight of his new body. Could being so incredibly fat really turn him on like this? He had little time to ponder this as he realized he could no longer keep himself propped up on his arms. With a shudder, he tried to ease his way back down into a laying position, but he lost his grip at the last moment, slamming down hard on the table. He expected pain, but the thick layer of fat on his back seemed to cushion his short fall rather nicely. His head barely impacted with the metal table. Now his attention turned to a new sensation. Jiggling? Yes... His body, in all its blubbery glory, was now rippling and wobbling all over from the impact, a true earthquake of fat and cellulite. An audible shiver came from him as this sensation only augmented his excitement. From his plump sheath, buried deep between his paunch and rolls of fat, his rather impressive endowment came forth, now utterly dwarfed by the rest of his body. He closes his eyes tightly, trying to convince himself that he wasn't enjoying being so utterly gargantuan, hardly able to move at all because he was so fat! Panting a bit, Michael tried to relax himself, and eventually managed to fall asleep once more. The music calmed. * * * Hours had passed. Michael woke up when the soft music stopped and heavy footsteps returned. The lights were still dimmed. He looked around groggily. The cougar still felt lethargic - he knew where he was, but he didn't care so much. He could remember the events that happened previously, and yet it all seemed so hazy... He heard his dragon captor walking over to him. The dragon beamed. "Ah. I see you're almost done digesting. Good!" Michael's eyes shot wide open as he finally came to his senses. He remembered everything, now. About to make a sound of protest, he instead went silent as he felt a paw on his belly again. This time it pushed, and to his horror (or pleasure?), it sank in almost a foot. Clearly, he was not the same cougar he was when all of this started. The tattered shards of his uniform had been graciously removed, now a burden more than anything else. His shoes had been removed at some point, leaving his now chubby footpaws free of their now inappropriate confines. Michael whimpered. All he could see where his below him were fat cheeks. "What... what did you do to me?" he moaned. His body rippled and sloshed as he made pitiful attempts to struggle weakly at his restraints, only to find that they were gone. He sat bolt upright - or at least, that's what he tried to do. He couldn't sit up. He couldn't even lift himself. He knew that there was no way to get away, and this reality sank in quickly. He was too fat to move... and though a quiet part of his mind tried to protest his new thoughts, he was beginning to really enjoy it. His captor chuckled. That deep, draconic purr eminated through the room once more. "Hey there. There's no use in trying to get away. I'm delighted to report that you're so very fat that you couldn't so much as roll off of this table if you wanted to. Now, be a good lardass and hold still." Michael felt a scaly paw rubbing up his thigh - his naked thigh. He had of course ripped clear out of his clothes during all of this. The helpless cougar whimpered as those fingers approached his groin, where his erection still throbbed. Upon discovering the firm and dribbling cougarhood, the dragon gasped a bit, gripping it in his paw, eliciting a quiet moan from hist new pet. "Well now, it seems you're enjoying your new body even more than I had anticipated, mmm?" Michael blushed heavily, turning his head to the side, trying to hide his involuntary grin. "N.. not really..." he managed to reply. His eyes trailed down the dragon's stomach while he pleasured him, spotting with a slight jolt to his senses a throbbing, drooling erection, dripping down onto the cement floor. It stuck out several inches from beneath his captor's scaly gut, pushing up against it, clearly quite stiff. It was monstrous, for sure, and as its scent filled the air, Michael could not resist what it did to his rising lust. The nameless dragon chuckled, carefully stroking this newly discovered maleness, marveling silently at its size while his thick arm worked along the cougar's sensitive rolls, constantly reminding him of just how enormous he had become. "Nonsense. Don't hide your feelings. You love it, don't you? You're getting off purely on being a huge fatass who can't even move!" With that, he gave Michael's thigh a firm slap, and in turn the newly bloated male whimpered, eyes still closed. He nodded slightly, panting as his arousal steadily grew. "I bet you'll love this, too..." With that, the dragon pulled a lever, and the table slowly lowered down to be level to the floor. The fat scaly then heaved against the cougar's side, rolling him slowly over onto his stomach. This was quite an experience for Michael, feeling every inch of his blubbery frame sagging and squashing. His shaft pushed bluntly into his flabby gut as his body settled in its new position. It wasn't long before the dragon took hold of his plump tail, lifting it high up and guiding that obscenely large erection between his furry cheeks. Michael was no longer resisting. He laid there, waiting for the inevitable. 'Is it really rape?' he wondered silently. He shuddered, closing his eyes again, feeling that hot, pulsing tip push up against his tight, virgin pucker. No... He wanted this, he convinced himself. It didn't take much convincing. All of this was so new, and yet he wanted it all. It felt so right to be so enormous, to be used like this, fattened, then taken from behind, filled up... He could feel his own member drooling over his soft belly. "Now just relax and I suspect this will feel quite nice..." His dragon pushed in slowly, the pointed tip of his shaft working his ring open gently. It hurt... Oh, it did, but not as much as he expected. He clenched his jaw tightly shut as the right, resisting orifice was worked open steadily wider, taking the full three inch girth at last. He had never had anything in there before... he had had fantasies about it, had always liked males... Never had he actually been penetrated. Now there was something so thick buried in his rear. As the pain ebbed, he shuddered, feeling the first signs of this foreign pleasure, to be stretched open and filled so deeply... That throbbing rod of dragonmeat pushed deeper into his bowels, steadily filling his tailhole, occupying the space inside in a way he couldn't have imagined. Involuntarily, he clenched tightly around it, tensing up at the halfway point. He forced himself to relax, though, and soon it eased in the rest of the way, fat, scaly hips pressing against his plush rump as the dragon hilted within him. Michael tried to stifle a moan, but failed miserably. The sound, quite feline in its undertone, echoed throughout the barren warehouse, stating his pleasure in a way that no other noise could. The cougar was thankful for the experience his captor clearly had. The thick maleness settled inside of him, the dragon holding it there for quite a while, scaly paws massaging his rolly backfat in all the right ways. Then, slowly, he retreated. Michael whimpered, worried he would pull out completely, but no, he thrust back in a bit faster. This time that filling shaft was grinding down against his prostate. The cougar's own member began to leak a liberal amount of fluids, soaking his bellyfur thoroughly. Steadily, the dragon picked up his pace, thrusting a bit faster, working his somewhat oversized member in and out of the tight orifice, driving Michael wild with such a foreign pleasure. The feline didn't want it to end, but already he could feel his peak approaching. It seemed that huge reptile atop him had the same goal in mind, his thrusting growing rapid and hard, slamming his stiff meat into that massive cougar rear, sending ripples through the blubbery cheeks with every audible slap of his hips against them. With a final roar, the obese red dragon plowed in as far as he could, pressing tightly against the big cat's rear, unloading inside of him. Hot blasts of creamy dragon seed flooded Michael's bowels, and the heat was enough to drive him over the edge, a powerful orgasm crashing through his body, overloading his senses while his member eagerly deposited a plentiful amount of cougar cream in between his plump rolls. His whole body tensed and shuddered as he came onto himself. He had never felt such a climax before... As the two settled down, the heavy dragon relaxed, sagging down onto Michael's blubbery body. He gave a heavy sigh, rubbing along the cougar's side affectionately. "Mmm... I certainly chose well when I decided to make you my new pet." The feline perked up at this, coming out of his dazed state. "What? Pet? You mean...?" "Yes," the dragon replied, slowly pulling out of his somewhat sore rear with a wet slurp, "you will be living with me from now on. I'll keep you nice and fat, and we will experience such pleasure on a regular basis now on. I suspect that you won't refuse my offer. I'll see to it your transfer from a dead end job to my lush accomodations will be pleasant and easy. You'll be able to live a life of luxury, though you won't be moving around any time soon." He finished his explanation with a smirk. He added, "by the way, Michael: you may call me Drake." Michael only nodded, panting a bit, his mind reeling with the new prospect of such a life. Could he really give up the life he had to one as some kind of bizarre sex slave? Would it be so bad? He didn't have much of a choice. Before he could further ponder his new fat, he passed out, once more exhausted. * * *
The end.
- * * Author's comments: Well, I promised the sequel to this almost a year ago and never actually delivered. I hope that you folks enjoyed the long awaited continuation of this story. I chose to end it here partly because I don't think I'm reliable enough to be putting out another from this series in any sort of punctuality, and partly because it's more fun to leave the rest to the reader's imagination. Please feel free to comment and criticize all you like. I'm always striving to improve. I sort of threw this together in about an hour, so I can't expect it to be unanimously received as some kind of masterpiece. Also, I would like to politely request that you don't vote on it based on fetish attraction. The voting system is based on quality and content, not subject matter. I know weight gain stories are exceptionally rare, but please don't let that be a reason to say "OMG 5/5!" before you really think about it.