"Not Allowed to Cum" - Gainer Fiction

This was a little story I first posted on fantasyfeeder.com in 2009 under a different name.   After that, I pretty much forgot about it, and the story got lost in the mix at that site.  So, here it is, again!
(I'm currently working on a couple new stories, but it'll be a few days.)

Warning: 18+, graphic sexual content, bondage, body modification, dark subject matter.
Story after the Jump

Not Allowed To Cum
By Lardfill, 2009


It had been forty-five days since his last ejaculation, not that he was aware of the days anymore. He lived in a tiny box of a room - big enough for his body and not a lot more than a television mounted above his bed on a metal frame that also supported a network of tubes and hoses that were his life support system. He was well over six hundreds pounds of pure lard, his arms and legs were tied down snugly since day one to make sure the then three hundred-fifty pound boy wouldn't be able to touch himself or use his muscles in any way. That was so long ago that he had actually forgotten his own name.

He had been online for years, jerking off to pictures of men as huge as he was now, envious of their massive obesity and their jiggling folds and rolls. He spent years under-achieving, trying his best to take the easiest route possible just so he could have time to smoke pot and gorge for hours every night. He jerked himself off five times a day - sometimes more, a narcissist through and through. He had no friends, he didn't want any. All he wanted was a life of growing blubber on his body and to just lay in bed and become too fat to do anything. He got his wish, but the problem was not being able to cum, since his hands were bound all day and night. He was a perverted boy addicted to sex, and the need to cum was driving him crazy - but the only thing to do was suck from his feeding tube, and the intense lust throbbing in his dick that was almost completely swallowed in his own lard.

He was allowed to cum every one hundred pounds he gained.  He felt this was insane, as he would only have six more orgasms in his life, maybe seven if he kept sucking down the gainer shakes like he was doing all day. His record in one day was seventeen times, sitting naked in front of his computer, stuffing a stockpile of donuts and cream into his belly after each burst of cum. He had been so greedy, but now he had to make each one count. The urge pulsed all day and night, his buried cock feeling the soft fat growing up around it, his underbelly apron pushing down more and more as he laid in bed, slightly elevated so his fat belly would pour down over his lap as he grew. His feet were useless now, the toes has even swollen with fat, the soles of his feet puffed out and rounded so he couldn't even walk if he had the muscles to do so.

He had been followed one night, and just like that, he vanished. He had woken up in the very position he still was in, three hundred pounds lighter and a lot more sharp in the mind. Now, his sex-crazed mind had completely taken over and it was addicted to sucking down a creamy soup of whipping cream blended with donuts, weight gain powder, a vitamin supplement, a few choice mood altering drugs, and a generous helping of hog lard. He had no idea what the mixture was, but he sucked it down hard like a good boy. He needed to get to seven hundred pounds - fast. No more fucking around, no more stopping when you feel full. At six hundred pounds, he had cum after only one minute of stimulation - he had lost it so quickly that he had protested for days, trying not to eat, but the TV would turn off and there would be silence. He always began to suck it down again within a few hours, but now he needed to hit the next goal so who ever controlled this growth would blind fold him once again and then suck him off or jerk him off or whatever it was. It was wet and it felt so good to him, he didn't care who the person was that was doing it. He just lived for that next hundred pound goal.

As he passed seven hundred pounds, he came after only twenty seconds.  His body and mind snapped at that point.  He was oozing precum all day, his thighs so fat that the clear secretion pooled between them daily.  It tickled him, and if he moved his legs as much he could, the slime would slip between his thighs and grease him up so he could rock his legs (so slightly) and feel the blubber slipping on blubber, which turned him on more, causing his steady erection to pulse another drip of wetness from it's hiding place, just under his pubic fat roll.  He forgot everything he knew and concentrated solely on sucking down the fluid that grew him.  He lost all bodily control, and the tube in his asshole drained him of his large and nearly steady output.  He just laid there, eyes bloodshot, staring at the television which played a random assortment of shows, pornos, and pictures and video from the internet, he assumed.  No commercials, either - but he forgot about commercials long ago.  He didn't really understand the television anymore, his grasp on language was fading and most everything seemed like another language now. The cartoons had funny pictures occasionally, which made him giggle dumbly to himself as he sucked like a hog on the tube.


Eight hundred pounds came, and he was woken up to a full wall mirror showing him his body all day long. He had only seen the top half of his belly and his stretched out tits for all of his life, it seemed. Now he was pouring out in all directions, his pale skin riddled with deep angry stretch marks - especially on his lower belly and love handles. He could barely wiggle the toes he didn't remember having. His face was a strangers - he didn't recognize himself at all, and with a cocked eyebrow he managed to babble out a word that doesn't exist. He felt like he was trapped in a massive gooey blob, unable to think now that the lard had taken him over. He was beyond obese, beyond gone in all ways - mind, body, health, independence. All he could do was look at the poor massive hog boy staring back at him from his fat face. He wanted to be him, fuck him and be him. He pushed his hips out as best he could, an inch or so, and felt his cock head slip against the tunnel of fat it was trapped in. He continued pushing, watching his body flap and jiggle as it swayed wildly and bounced with gravity. He shot a thick wad of cum out after ten seconds. He came again twenty seconds later, and once again after a minute. He spent three hours chugging down his fattening mixture afterwards - somewhere in his brain he knew he had to get fatter.

Nine hundred pounds was a blur. His own reflection was a constant turn on, more so than ever - but it made him lose it completely. He couldn't think, he lived each minute like it was completely new each time. He glanced at the TV occasionally, but his eyes were always on the hot stranger who was so enormous with pure fat that he looked like he would bury him soon under his warm pile of flab. He wanted to touch him, put his cock in that deep bellybutton and then... he began to suck greedily on the tube, the flow like a tap as he opened his throat and let it pour into his belly. He needed to look like that blob that stared back at him. He needed it more than anything.

At one thousand pounds, a man spoke to him and played with him, but he didn't understand him. The man's hands felt rough but so good as they worked over his body, lifting and pushing the fat so it shook him hard. The man's clothes were gone when the jiggling stopped, and he began poking his very large cock into all sorts of places. He felt the cock in his bellybutton, in his belly fold, his tit folds, even his chin folds. The man took the feeding tube out and slid his cock in, it was then that the boy released he didn't have teeth anymore, or did he have any to begin with? The man fucked his mouth, and the boy sucked, wanting the cream and lard mixture. He received something else, but drank it down hungrily before getting the tube put back in and sucking for hours, wanting to cum too.

After that, he wasn't allowed to cum. The man appeared to like teasing the boy's hidden dick, even fucking the fat hole that had swallowed the boy's dick and cumming right over the buried cockhead, but never allowing him to release his load. The tube put into his mouth was replaced with a bigger one, with one that he could suck on, and another that permanently went down to his stomach, draining a lard mixture into his belly all day and night. He hit one thousand-one hundred pounds within a couple months.

The last days he was taken off his mind-altering medication and was untied, not that he was going anywhere. He weighed over a ton - over two thousand pounds, and for the first time in a long time, the words rang clear. He spent hours watching a man jiggle him and play with him. He was handfed real food for what seemed like the first time in his life. Double-battered deep-fried chicken nuggets dipped in butter and mayonnaise, chocolate fudge cake, and a huge bucket of pudding. When the boy's belly was stuffed to the max, the man pushed back his underbelly and sunk into the ample flesh that pushed back against him. The man let one arm down and the belly fat half-buried him, and then he pushed down on the pubic blubber roll to reveal the head of the boy's pathetic dick. It was greasy with precum, and was as erect as ever. It only took a slight touch with his finger and thumb and it shot an enormous amount of hot slimy cum that shot up onto the underside of his belly apron, and the man's face. The man was amazed and wanted to reward the boy so he lunged down onto the boy's tiny pecker that was still spouting blobs of thick white goo. He sucked fast and hard on the boy's already-spent dick, making him cum over and over as he pulled out the orgasm into a minute-long event.

The boy's chest was pounding like a hammer, he was sweating all over in pain, but his eyes remained locked on his reflection in front of him. The man's hard ass was poking out under his belly apron that hung to his knees, the blubber around his bellybutton was rising up and down with the man's bobbing head underneath. He came eight more times in twenty minutes.

The last minute all the boy remembered was a pair of wild eyes locked close to his. The man had pulled out from under the belly flesh and stormed over to the feeding tube and pulled a lever that opened up the flow all the way, no longer allowing the boy to control the flow. He shoved the feeding tube down into the boy's throat and turned up his oxygen that was piped into his nose. He told the boy he was going to get "it". He didn't have time to guess what "it" was as the hose gushed down his throat, filling his belly in a minute. He felt his heart skipping, and his belly began to stretch badly, sending sharp pains all along his stomach. The man started fucked his bellybutton, which easily took him, and he kept his eyes on the boy's like a wolf eyeing prey. As the swelling continued, he felt a rushing torrent flow through his intestines, and his cock shot another load as he felt his guts swell up too. The cream and lard mixture kept rushing into the boy as the man thrust wildly in his belly. The man pulled himself up over the boy, grabbing the boy's massive tits by the foot-wide nipples and leaning in close to the boy's tube-packed mouth. He humped the boy hard as he glared into his eyes. He could see the fear, the regret, the shame, but most importantly - in those final seconds, he saw the look he had seen only when he permitted, as the boy shot a load of cum deep in his lard-clogged body.