Punishment - Part 5

The chaser held up his hands in a non-threatening pose. “You’re a rapist, right? You got convicted?”

Don felt a flush of heat rise to his face. This was perhaps the first time he’d ever felt ashamed of his actions, but he did so now. He nodded as more tears welled up in his eyes.

“Convicted rapists get a treatment that makes it impossible for them to become repeat offenders. Part of it is making you so hungry for dick that you’ll never even think about putting your cock in anything ever again, but the other part is just making it physically impossible for you to ever rape again.”

His explanation got Don to quiet down and pay rapt attention. This was happening to him, now. Already he could feel the hunger rising within him. He had to know what would come next. 

“First you get really fat--which is the best part, as far as I’m concerned,” his former sex partner said with a grin, but then his expression turned serious again. “But at the same time, your cock… shrinks.”

Don felt his stomach drop--metaphorically and literally as another few pounds were added to his frame. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“It sort of varies, but usually guys get so bottom heavy that it sort of turns into an innie--at least, when they’re not hard. It kinda sucks if you’re a cockhound, but I try to focus on how great your ass is gonna be by the time this is over,” he said. 

“I don’t believe you,” Don replied, but it was more of a stunned whisper. Now, the tears trailing down his round face were completely silent.

“See for yourself,” the chaser said before walking up, placing both hands underneath Don’s burgeoning belly, and lifting it up so his groin was in full view of the mirror. 

He was right. It did look smaller, but Don couldn’t tell if it was simply due to the added weight or because he was actually shrinking. Then he wondered if it even mattered--if this guy was right, pretty soon he would be so fat he’d never be able to use it to penetrate anything again.

Don wanted to push him away, to take his hands off his corpulent body, but he couldn’t. He was just so incredibly tired. This was too much, too fast. He needed time to calm down, time to think. And more than anything, something to eat. 

Without a word, he pushed past the smaller man in front of him and stalked his way to the kitchen. There were a few unopened packages of food left and a half-eaten burrito that he set about consuming mechanically. He didn’t even flinch when he felt his breasts get grasped by behind and the hot, poking rod of the chaser fit in between his ass cheeks.

“Oh yeah, you’re blowing up just fine,” he said. “The name’s Karson, by the way. I know you’re too distracted to bother even asking, but I plan on staying here for a while so you might as well know what to call me. If you can ever keep food out of your mouth long enough, that is.”

Karson’s hands were tender even though his words held a hint of malice. Don soon found out why.

“You might have noticed that the changes accelerate every time you cum. A lot of it has to do with hormones and biological stuff that I don’t really understand, but know that I’m here to help you cum. A lot. Until your fat ass can barely get through a door and until your useless dicklet is more like a clit.

“Oh, and another thing,” Karson said as his hands started to squeeze tight enough to cause real pain. “You raped my sister. So I’m really going to enjoy this.” 

That was enough to get through the mental fog that was forcing Don to eat and eat and eat, but it was only enough to stop him for a moment. He finished the burrito even as he felt himself reach down and guide the cock that was splitting his cheeks into the hole that was just as hungry as he was.