Seven Days of Gluttony: Day 4

Eli was overwhelmingly horny. Rutger had done a number on him, forcing him full of food and then refusing orgasm all day. By evening his stomach was too uncomfortably packed for him to even consider jerking off. Instead, he had passed out on top of his bed and woke up today with a raging hard on and a need to feed. 

He relieved himself in the bathroom and then stormed his kitchen. He excavated a frozen quiche from the back of the freezer and popped that in the oven, then proceeded to blend up a gainer shake. While chugging he threw some bacon on the stove. Whenever he had a free hand it was rubbing his cock or belly. 

The neighbors had a clear view through his kitchen window but Eli didn’t care, in fact he welcomed an audience. So he stood in the kitchen, fully nude, and pleasured his fattening body. He still had some gainer shake in his chest hair from the day before. He hadn’t showered since that Rutger guy stuffed him silly. He lifted one beefy arm and took a whiff. He was ripe, but didn’t care. All that mattered was food, growth, sex. 

Twenty minutes later he shot a fat load all over his stomach just as he swallowed the final bite of quiche. With nothing else to do he decided he should shower. Eli flexed in front of the bathroom mirror, admiring how his pectorals and biceps leapt upward and accentuated the soft globules of fat hanging from them. He bounced his pecs, causing them to jiggle ferociously, and then cupped them with the palm of his hand. The meat oozed out of his grip. He could remember just a few months ago how much firmer his chest felt. But now all that was buried. 

His belly drooped gloriously towards his cock, which was already stiff again. Turning to the side he noticed his erection only stuck out a an inch or so further than his stomach. Soon enough that would be buried too. He caressed the sack-like hang of underbelly he was developing. His pubic area was dough too underneath his thick bush. After stroking himself and running his hands through his pubes and under his balls, he sniffed his fingers. Eli liked what he smelled. 

He exited the shower and heard a knock at the door. With only a towel wrapped around his waist and pinned under his overhang, he answered the door. No one was there, but a heap of food delivery sat at his feet. It took two trips to get all the food inside. Some pervert online must have ordered it for him. He dug into the food. It was Chinese food, Italian food, and goodies from a bakery. It was a lot but Rutger had proven Eli’s limits were vast, and the growth addicted pig didn’t give up. He ate every bite and then shot another load, this time across the kitchen table. 

Still in a frenzy, Eli popped some Viagra and ordered pizza. He stroked himself while waiting. His dick was getting tired but that didn’t matter. Eli jiggled and squeezed his own fat, plopped it on countertops, oiled it up, photographed it, and luxuriated in his own piggishness. Eventually, the pizzas arrived and he inhaled them on camera then once again orgasmed, this time across the empty grease stained pizza boxes. With a half empty gainer shake next to him, Eli drifted off to sleep.