“I want you to suck me off,” you say, licking your lips clean of chocolate.
“Me? To suck you off? Dude, I don’t think I could find your cock buried under all that fat,” Jake says.
“Hey, you said you’d do whatever I wanted--I want you to suck me off. What’s it going to cost?”
Jake thought for a bit, and then picked up the gun, twiddled some knobs and fired it at you. A moment later,
the hunger returned...but not just any hunger. Cum--you needed cum, and you needed it bad. Unable to stop
yourself, you go back down on Jake’s cock, sucking harder, the precum he’s leaking just barely enough to keep
you sated, and after a couple of minutes, he let’s out a groan and unloads a massive wad of cum into you which
you swallow, feeling your need abate some.
“Oh fuck man, what did you do to me? I needed that so bad...” you say.
“Oh, I just made you a cum addict--you need it almost as much as you need your beer and cigars from now on.
Still, a deals a deal--lay back fatty, and let me see what I can find.”
You lay back on the floor, your fat spilling out around you, and Jake digs around in your sweaty, chocolatey
fat pad for your cock. “Oh here it is, found it--all three inches,” he says.
“Three inches? Hey, come on man, that’s not fair.”
“Hey, I gave you balls the size of oranges--I think that’s fair,” he says, gets his hand wet with some of the
precum you’ve been leaking profusely, and gives it to you to lick clean, which you do, helplessly. “Besides, a
fat whore like you would rather make lots of delicious cum than have a big cock, right?”
You groan, the hunger coming back now that you’re tasting your own cum, and Jake starts sucking on your puny
cock, occasionally stopping to feed you mouthfuls of your own precum between draws on your cigar, each taste
building your need, and your pleasure. It isn’t him sucking your cock which pushes you over the edge to
orgasm--it’s a particularly big wad of precum that he pushes into your mouth that sends your cock shooting a
huge wad, which Jake spends the next few minutes licking up and feeding to you sensually, while you moan in
delight.
“Oh yeah, that’s nice,” Jake says, “I have a feeling I’m gonna love having a fatass cumdump for a roommate.”
“Roommate? But I have my own place Jake--”
“Getting hungry again?” Jake asked, stroking his hard cock, and when you watch a dribble of precum roll over
his hand, you hurry to lap it up, before you start sucking his cock again. “See? You aren’t going to be able
to live without me, I don’t think. Still, I think I need a little adjustment, just to keep you satisfied...”
Jake says, grabs the gun and gives himself a shot. Immediately, his balls swell twice as large and his cock
starts fountaining precum, which is enough to send you into shivers of ecstasy as you drink as much down as
you can. “Yeah, who’s a fatass cumdump?” he says, and pulls his cock away from you, making you whimper, “Go
on, I want to hear you say it.”
“I’m...” you start, but your mouth is so dry, “I’m...a fatass cumdump.”
“Yeah, you sure are,” Jake says, “But you’re not just any fatass cumdump--you’re my fatass cumdump, ain’t that
right?”
“...Yes...”
“Yes what? What do you call someone who owns you, cumdump?”
“Yes...Master.”
He rammed his cock back down your throat, and you groan, unloading another massive wad of cum under your gut,
hoping Jake might help feed it to you later, before it dries. Jake did, but not before calling a few of his
friends over, who found you kneeling on the floor in the living room, shivering with need, the word CUMDUMP
written across your fat moobs, and you beg them all to feed you their cum, your new status in life apparent as
Jake locked the chain collar around your fat, swallowing neck.