Felix the fuckdoll, Felix the friend

Ace's hand never left my inflated rear end as he guided me up the stairs. His hand groped, kneaded, and squeezed every inch – no small task, after my second "upgrade" – and he even found time to slip a finger into my crack. I almost slapped his hand away, but when I turned and saw the evil grin on his face... Well, I thought better of it.

His attention made it pretty hard to walk, especially given that I also had to get used to carrying around about ten pounds of extra booty. By the time we reached his bedroom, I was panting and biting my lip.

"Ace... I know you can't see how fucked up this is – Everything is – But please, just... Please. I'll do whatever you want–"

He interrupted before I could finish pleading: "Damn right you will," he grunted, rubbing his crotch with one hand and pushing the door open with the other. "On the bed, Buttslut... Face down, ass up."

"Ace. Bro. I get it, you're gonna... Do me... But you have to let me go afterwards, okay? I need to... To research, and... And... Just trust me? Please?"

As I talked I assumed the position, hoping to get this over with fast. My brother loomed over me... But instead of feeling his cockhead on my exposed asshole, I felt his hand on my wrist.

"Scrunch up a little more – Like this–" He guided me forward, pushing my hands towards my ankles until I was practically doing a yoga pose. It's a good thing I'm a flexible dude, or the foetal position might've been a problem: a skinny frame and a bunch of weird-ass sitting in a gaming chair prepared me fairly well. "There, hold it."

"Um... What're you–" My eyes went wide as I felt something wrap around my wrist, then my ankle. "Woah, nonono–"

"Perfect," Ace said, stepping back to admire his handiwork. My hands and feet were bound together with a wide strip of plasticky material, almost like caution tape... But it was bright pink, and the repeated message read "...ONAHOLE – CUM HERE – ONAHOLE – CUM HERE – ONAHOLE..."

"Bought it online, just for you," he said, casually whipping out his erection. It looked bigger than last time I saw it... Not Riley big, but big enough to get me worried, particularly with my ass in an "upright and locked position."

"Alright, listen up: I've got a class tomorrow morning..."

I craned my neck to try and catch his expression, a glimmer of hope rising--

"... So make sure to squeeze that fat ass extra-tight around my cock, 'kay? Gotta nut hard and fast, baby!"

With that he spat onto his erection, stroked it a few more times, and lunged forward.

"Wait, sloooOOOOOOHFUCKOHFUCKOHFUCK," I moaned, as my brother's swollen cockhead pushed its way into my asshole. Ace's hands were on my inflated cheeks, prying them apart and making room for his member... But he let go once he was halfway inside, letting them spring back together with a thunderous clap.

"... Guh... Fucking bubble butt whore," Ace grunted, his words slurring slightly as he basked in the sensation of my tight hole and huge cheeks massaging his rod.

I wasn't any more coherent: I babbled like an idiot as he crept further inside, inch by thick, orifice-stretching inch. My unusual posture allowed him to plunge deeper than ever before... Deeper than I'd ever been fucked. I felt my slim belly distend as my brother's fat cock resized my insides. As he bottomed out, I gasped--Then quickly closed my mouth as I felt something warm and salty squirt across my tongue.

I was cumming... Cumming hard, from just one thrust. I felt more of my own jizz coating the bed, my chest, my lips... It wasn't much compared to the hot, thick wads that I was used to from Ace or (especially) Riley, but it was shooting with such ****... And when I swallowed what was in my mouth, I realized just how satisfying it was.

"Mmm... Mmmph..." As Ace began to pump in and out of me, I licked more seed from my lips. Each droplet brought on an involuntary shudder of pleasure--Not just sexual, but satiating. I have no idea how much of the tingling was due to the taste, and how much was due to my brother's thrusting cock... But either way, I was in a twisted sort of heaven.

"Ungh... G-gonna... Gonna nut..." Ace's moans were quieter than usual, and a little more... Uncertain? Confused? I felt his cock swell, and his balls twitch and churn as they slapped against me--What the hell was going on back there?

I tried to get a look, but I couldn't see much while tied-up beneath my brother's heaving form. What I could see was a shadow on the wall... A familiar shadow.

Oh God... That thing, it's--What's it doing to him?

I got my answer as Ace gave one final thrust, and began unloading into me--An absolute torrent of jizz, pumping me full of warmth and making me feel like I just sat down on a hot tub jet.

And as it turned out, it wasn't such a "final" thrust after all: I felt Ace's balls contracting, shrinking, as they lay against my ass... But then there was a quiet snicker, and they swelled right back up again.

"OhGod, ohfuck... I, I'm gonna –"

What the fuck.

My eyes went wide as his cock let loose another blast of thick cum – barely ten seconds after his first orgasm. I groaned, I gritted my teeth, my asshole flexed around his huge, pulsing shaft... And I licked my lips hungrily, wishing some of that life-giving spooge was going down my throat instead.

Yeah, pretty weird evening for me.

I felt my brother panting, trying to catch his breath while continuing to pump his hips slowly. "... So... Good..." His hands roamed my inflated backside, groping with impunity... And soon enough, that had him horny enough to pick up the pace. "... Going... Again..."

As Ace continued fucking me in earnest (actually requiring some thrusts to get off, unlike last time), I felt my belly bumping against the mattress. Looking down as best I could, I saw that it was visibly swelling. Once again, I was starting to look more like a pregnant girl – complete with extra curves, this time. And with Ace still hard at work on my rear end, I knew things would get a lot worse before the night was over.

---

Two hours later, Ace's near-relentless **** finally came to a close.

He was sheathed in my throat, now – finally, as I thought at the time – and the last three of his eleven loads made it to my stomach.

Sucking down the last of my brother's sperm, I lapped at his cockhead and murmured with satisfaction around his shaft. I was in an absolutely depraved state: my lips tingled, my cock pulsed, my ass oozed... And my belly, well...

With my hunger satisfied and Ace starting to snore, thoughts of escape entered my mind. But the moment I tried to lean back and unsheathe his dick from my throat, I realized there was a problem. My gut was full – Heavy – Like I'd never seen it before. With a watermelon-sized cum-gut hanging beneath my already-weakened body, I could barely move.

... And as my lips tried to squeeze their way past Ace's still-semi-stiff cockhead and release it, he grabbed my head.

"Mmgh? Mmugh... N-naw... Mm..." Still asleep, he murmured incoherently as he dragged me back towards his crotch... Sheathing himself in my throat yet again, inch by slimy, slobbering inch.

Between the straps binding my limbs, the bloated belly weighing me down, and the warm, fat rod crammed between my lips, I was going nowhere.

---

Did you really expect me to sleep like an angel, in that fucked-up state? Nah: I woke up a bunch of times.

Once, Ace was having another orgasm. I had to swallow or drown, gulping down a midnight snack... And it really was a snack. My full, sensitive lips savored his pulsing member, as the seed nourished and fueled my worn-out body. It was only as I fell back asleep that I realized my brother's nighttime emission was adding to my troubles: if he kept this up, my belly-anchor would only grow, until – well, who knows what.

The next time I awoke, my brother wasn't the one having a wet dream: I was. My eyes fluttered open and I squeaked with pleasure as I felt the sticky patch between my legs grow. Most of the cum was splattering onto my inflated stomach, squirting out of me and painting the bulging belly-flesh. Overcome with pure ecstasy, I kept up the high-pitched groan, crossed my eyes... Then closed them, suc-cum-bing to exhaustion once more.

---

"Here I am... Nah nah, nah nah... Rock me like a hurricaAaAaaane..."

I heard my brother singing, water running, and a weird twanging sound. As my eyes adjusted to the blinding brightness, I saw that I was in the bathroom, with Ace looming above me. His cock was still lodged in my throat... And judging by the size of me, he'd unloaded a few more times while I slept.

How the hell did I get here? The question was answered almost immediately, as Ace grabbed me by the shoulders and kept dragging me across the bathroom floor. It was then that I realized the source of the "twanging" sound: more of the "ONAHOLE – CUM HERE" tape was wrapped around the back of my neck, strapping me to my brother's crotch like a belt. It helped to keep us, uh, connected as he hauled me over to the shower.

"Morning, cocksleeve," he grunted, once he noticed my eyes were open. "You're pretty heavy when you're like this, huh? At least you won't be getting away." With that he lifted me up and over the threshold of the shower, bringing us both into the running water before I could even try to murmur a response around his dick.

Speaking of my brother's shaft, it was growing thicker with every movement. The stimulation of throwing me around like a big, curvy, cum-drunk ragdoll was quickly getting him aroused, and his hips began to thrust as he started his shower routine.

As the water flowed over us, I kept my eyes closed and focused on breathing. Whether by accident or by choice, he wasn't making it too hard to breathe beneath the flow... But I was still in one hell of a predicament. My bound-up legs scrambled to get me into a semi-comfortable position against the wet tiles, and I felt my erection slap against the bottom of my gut. It felt... Way too good... But not as good as what happened next.

"Ungh... Enjoy your breakfast," Ace moaned, jizzing directly into my gullet as he massaged shampoo into his scalp. Once that job was done, he reached down to pull me closer and squeeze out the last few drops of cum – inadvertantly giving my hair a washing, too.

That aspect of the experience was almost pleasant: it was a long shower, and one I sorely needed. As my brother groped me and manhandled my restrained body into different positions, he did a serviceable job of soaping and rinsing my sweaty skin.

Silver linings, I thought, as he rammed his cock up my ass and pulled my head back by the hair – Aaccidentally "combing" it. Guess I'll need to find those wherever I can, for the next few... Minutes? Hours?

---

Days. Four days, to be precise. I spent 96 hours as my brother's sex toy.

I didn't find that out until after it was over, of course. I got a few hints about how much time was passing, like when Ace left his room to grab a snack or sit down to dinner with Mom... But even then, I wasn't always fully-conscious. Being tied to your brother's crotch with his long, fat, constantly-swollen cock jammed down your throat isn't a lucid experience... Especially when his steady trickle of pre-cum and thick, creamy bursts of jizz are filling you up, weighing you down, and keeping you in a perpetual food-coma.

I was most tuned-in when Ace was plowing my ass instead, my legs tied securely behind his back. He'd lift me up by the arms and carry me around like a thicc, wobbling codpiece; my full belly jiggled nearly as much as my ass with every step/thrust he took. The extra oxygen and lack of constant feeding left me a little more awake, though the **** discomfort/ecstasy combo was pretty distracting.

I remember Ace was sitting down to dinner one evening, ramming my ass under the table as he talked to our mother. I croaked out a question: "Wuh... M-Mom, what t-time... W-What day is it?"

"I don't see why you need to know," she said casually, reaching down to ruffle my hair. "You're still helping your brother, and cumdumps don't care what time it is."

"...Um..." I paused to lick my lips, which were still dripping with drool and gooey, tasty seed from my last facefucking. "...When... When is it over?"

"When he's finished, dear," she replied; I could practically hear the eye-roll. "Now be a good boy and flex that big, fat butt for Ace, okay? It looks like he's ready to--"

"Uuungh!"

"Good boy." I don't know which one of us she was talking to, but I stayed quiet and let my brother revel in his orgasm. The only sounds in the kitchen were Mom's clinking fork, the gushing as Ace's supernatural seed pumped into my ass, and the splat, splat, splat of my own smaller load squirting across the floor.

My body went limp, and my hands scrabbled for purchase on the floor... But then I felt my brother's strong arms lifting me up, out from under the table... He stood up, the motion driving his twitching cock deeper into my asshole... Bringing it back to life, after only a few seconds.

"Thanks Mom, great as always," he grunted, holding me tight as he walked towards the stairs. I stared wide-eyed at the steps, knowing what was about to happen. "Think I'll go jerk off, then turn in. See ya tomorrow!"

"Have fun! Oh, don't forget..."

I didn't hear the rest of my mother's reminder, whatever it was. Ace had begun climbing the stairs, and each step sent a jolt of pleasure through my body. I started cumming again, in tiny, individual spurts... One for every step my brother climbed, slamming his flexing hips into my soft ass.

"Guh – Guuh – GUUUH–"

"Watch it! Almost stepped on your load," he growled, widening his stance so that he wouldn't touch the trail of slime that was building up in the middle of the staircase.

As we reached the top, he placed a hand on my belly. "Hmm... I think this anchor'll hold," Ace muttered, kneading and wobbling my stomach like he was testing the ripeness of a watermelon. "Gonna dump you under the desk, get changed, then switch to mouth-mode. Don't even try running off... You won't make it two steps with this big 'ol belly."

Then he smacked my ass and chuckled. "I wonder if you'd fall over forwards, or backwards? I kinda wanna find out... Maybe later I'll lock the door, stand you up, and see what happens. If you land on your ass, I'll fuck it – and if you land on your belly, well, you might spurt out some of your dinner – So I'll have to get back to feeding you. Whatcha think?"

"... Hnngh..." My moan was meant to be a complaint, but I sounded more than a little turned-on... And I felt it, too. Did any part of that actually sound bad? If this was my life, that was okay, right? At least for a bit longer... Just another few poundings, another couple loads...

Ace laughed and continued to grope me as the door slammed shut behind us.

---

"Felix? Felix!"

A voice... A male voice, I think... But it didn't sound like my brother. The pitch was too high, and the tone too nervous.

I rubbed my eyes – then realized that my hands were free. Glancing around, I saw that I was waking up next to Ace, just like the past couple mornings... But this time, I wasn't bound to him. My straps were undone, and there was nothing holding me in place – Other than my cum-gut, which wasn't even too big at the moment.

Ace was snoring, so it definitely wasn't him who spoke. After a few seconds, I spotted a face peeking through the window.

Long, shining hair, framing a pair of bright, concerned eyes... Riley.

... There wasn't just concern in my friend's gaze, though. There was shock, too, as he saw my belly... My booty... The cum staining half of my exposed skin. Then that shock turned to desire--And, after a shake of his head, back to concern.

Putting a finger to his lips, he pointed at the base of the window and then mouthed the word "locked".

Slowly, inch by inch, I crawled off of the bed. My leg was tucked under Ace's, and a long trail of viscous spit connected my lips and his cockhead... When my movement caused it to break, I saw his bulging tip lurch in response.

But he didn't wake, so I kept crawling. Onto the floor, across it, over to the window... My movements were stiff after four days of being immobilized, but I took it slow, and my patience paid off. Soon I was easing open the window latch, face-to-face with my smiling femboi friend.

"Oh God, Felix... You look..." He whispered, before swallowing hard. "It's so good to see you. I knew it must be Ace holding you prisoner, but I... Wow."

The moment the window was open, I planted a kiss on his lips – then immediately felt ridiculous.

"S-sorry, it's just--It's been so long since I saw anyone who wasn't trying to... Yeah..."

His smile growing wider and a blush filling his cheeks, Riley leaned in... And froze, his eyes wide.

I heard a grunt from behind me. Ace was rolling over, his sleep growing more restless.

"Let's go," Riley hissed, helping me open the window further. As I crawled outside, I realized we were in trouble: Ace's bedroom was on the second floor, and although there was a convenient bit of roof just outside, it would still be a struggle to climb down in my exhausted, cum-filled state.

Luckily, I didn't have to do it alone. Tess was waiting a few feet away, and she grabbed my shoulder while Riley took the other... And at the end of the roof, James was holding a ladder steady. He waved us over as we clambered, quickly and quietly, to our escape route.

It sounds kinda hokey, but my heart was bursting with happiness as my three friends helped me down the ladder and across the porch. They were so concerned, so determined... Tess babbled like a worried mother (more worried than mine, anyway) as she threw a blanket over my naked body, wrapping me tight. James was bringing up the rear, watching out for any pursuit--And maybe stealing the occasional peek at my half-exposed bubble butt.

And Riley... He just stayed close, his arms and eyes on me the entire time. Keeping me safe.