iâve always loved the concept of chastity cages. the whole idea of someone having the key to mine is fun too. like âooops lost your key! guess youâre not getting out todayâŠâ đ”âđ«đ”âđ«đ”âđ«
but iâm just not a fan of how they look and i know that itâd be so uncomfortable to wear one. maybe thatâs the exact vibe some people are going for, maybe some actually find them cute and cozy idk, no hate, but itâs just not my thing.
i think itâd be much better if someone just plumped me up by a few hundred pounds or so and made me grow my own chastity cage instead. instead of hard yucky plastic, soft plushness would engulf my cock. feeling it creep up, inch by inch, each one i lose giving both of us extreme pleasure.
soon, i wouldnât be able to touch, i wouldnât even be able to see. iâd only be able to feel. feel all the pent up desperation. begging for release, begging for my partner to take care of this endless desire. but theyâd say no of course, not until iâve eaten enough for them, not until theyâve cum, not until they finally decide iâve earned it. eating huge feasts, gulping down funneled weight gain shakes, feeling the pressure build and press against my poor little dick. theyâd grind against any part of my body they could while i ate, and in between courses force themselves against my face and make me get them off. over and over, day by day, hours and hours of pleasurable torture.
then, after iâm stuffed to the gills, after theyâve orgasmed to the point of soreness, theyâd finally reach under my gut, push through the heavy pillow that is my fat pad, and give me what iâd been craving for god knows how long. i doubt iâd even last 30 seconds. maybe for now it only takes a simple reach, but with each pound, theyâd need to shove more and more of their arm into my blubber to reach my needy nub. maybe soon itâd be the entire arm, maybe soon theyâd do that, stretching and reaching with all their might, but they just canât find it any more. just softness, ever expanding. theyâd have to get some kind of a pulley system installed that would lift my gut up while they searched, lessening the distance they had to dig. or maybe they knew such a day would come, when iâd simply get too big for both of us to reach, and they shove a long vibrator into some warm sweaty fold next to my cock, the press of a button making me jiggle and moan. thatâd be how i got off now, forever, no hands, no mouth, no human touch, just the vibrations and wobbles of my own lard. maybe if i was really good, if i passed some milestone, theyâd use the pulley and remind me of how things used to be. but perhaps iâd get too big for that, the machine unable to lift, or even if it could, even with mechanical assistance my partner still canât fund wherever my cock has gone. itâs forever sealed, buried in a luscious prison by the thing itâs always loved the most. because really, has anything really changed at this point? my fat has always been the thing thatâs made me cum. itâs always been what i truly craved. now weâve just made it official. if i want them to press the button, if i want to hear that muffled buzz and feel the good jiggle, i better get eating.