i’ve always loved the concept of chastity cages. the whole idea of someone having the key to mine is fun too. like “ooops lost your key! guess you’re not getting out today…” 😵💫😵💫😵💫
but i’m just not a fan of how they look and i know that it’d be so uncomfortable to wear one. maybe that’s the exact vibe some people are going for, maybe some actually find them cute and cozy idk, no hate, but it’s just not my thing.
i think it’d 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 wouldn’t be able to touch, i wouldn’t even be able to see. i’d 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 they’d say no of course, not until i’ve eaten enough for them, not until they’ve cum, not until they finally decide i’ve earned it. eating huge feasts, gulping down funneled weight gain shakes, feeling the pressure build and press against my poor little dick. they’d 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 i’m stuffed to the gills, after they’ve orgasmed to the point of soreness, they’d finally reach under my gut, push through the heavy pillow that is my fat pad, and give me what i’d been craving for god knows how long. i doubt i’d even last 30 seconds. maybe for now it only takes a simple reach, but with each pound, they’d need to shove more and more of their arm into my blubber to reach my needy nub. maybe soon it’d be the entire arm, maybe soon they’d do that, stretching and reaching with all their might, but they just can’t find it any more. just softness, ever expanding. they’d 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 i’d 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. that’d 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, they’d use the pulley and remind me of how things used to be. but perhaps i’d get too big for that, the machine unable to lift, or even if it could, even with mechanical assistance my partner still can’t fund wherever my cock has gone. it’s forever sealed, buried in a luscious prison by the thing it’s always loved the most. because really, has anything really changed at this point? my fat has always been the thing that’s made me cum. it’s always been what i truly craved. now we’ve 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.