Dick Pump
By: Giantguy
You wake up in the middle of the night hearing me bang through the
fridge again. Fuck! It's been like this for the whole month since
I moved in. You just needed somebody to split the rent for a while,
but not alot of people wanted to pay up for just a spot on the
couch. I was the last one to take a look ... kinda dumb looking,
played high school football till a busted knee cost me a
scholarship, now just needing a place to crash while i went through
tech college. You figured i was better than nothing... plus you
were almost out of school yourself and then you could ditch this
crappy apartment for good.
So my weight set ended up in the livingroom, my shorts in a trail
from the bathroom to the couch, and every night around 2 a.m. i was
up scarfing down whatever was in the fridge. The only thing i ever
bought was weight gain supplements. I didn't buy food or even
goddamn toilet paper, but just ate whatever was there without
looking.
You kept telling yourself you were gonna say something but you were
kinda intimidated... half the time i was bareass around the
apartment, sitting on the couch reading car & driver or clicking
through the channels, lifting one meaty buttcheek every once in a
while to crack a fart. I'd get up to go piss, my dick swinging
around... you always told yourself not to stare but damn. Hanging
soft it had to be five or six inches long... as big as your hardon.
You pretended like it didn't matter but one night clicking around on
the web you found a site selling vacuum pumps... you always thought
they were bullshit but now ... well, what the hell. You were kinda
drunk anyway and fuck, maybe it would just be a good way to jack
off. You ordered the superdeluxe model, spending way too much, and
then forgot about it.
After buying food for the third time that week, you figured that
maybe the only way to keep me from eating everything you had was to
stop buying food. Everynight you'd wake up -- hear me grunting as I
would gulp down half a sandwich whole. I was eating less, really
blasting in my workouts and getting more and more cut ... stomach
growling all the time ... barely said anything to you but was
getting even gruffer than usual. You ate away from home, figuring
when the food ran out that I'd get a clue.
The box came by UPS a week later and you had it halfway open before
you remembered what it was ... you pulled it out of the box and just
thought, damn, what the fuck was I thinking. Maybe they'll take it
back. You turned around and saw me swallowing the last two hotdogs
raw and whole, and then belching.
"There's nothing to eat man. Fridge is fuckin' empty."
"Yeah, so?"
"So I'm fuckin starving, man. I'm tryin to build more."
You tried to stand up a little straighter. "Yeah, well, get your
own goddamn food then man."
I kinda look surprised, then smirk. "Oh yeah? Yeah maybe I will."
I look down at the box. "What the fuck is that? Some kinda giant
bong?"
You turn red all over. "No... it's uh ... just a piece of equipment
... it's nothing."
I walk over and pull it out, seeing the little book that came with
it.
"Fuck man, this some kinda jackoff machine?" I laugh. "No wait
dude, this is supposed to make your dick bigger." I laugh harder.
"What, dude, you lookin to get like me?" I grab my heavy cock
through my ripped briefs. "Fuckin funny shit man. How does it
work?" You try to grab it away from me but I have the tube in my
hand. "Hell man, this your size? Don't think I could even stuff my
dick IN here dude." I look at the electric pump that comes with it.
"Have fun, ya fuckin sick bastard."
Pissed off now, you finally let me have it. "Listen, fuckhead,
that's it. I don't need your fuckin rent money that bad. Get your
shit out of here tomorrow man. I'm over it."
My face doesn't change. "Chill man. Whatever. Fuck you too.
Aren't you gonna fuckin be late for class?" You look at the clock.
Shit. You run out of there, wondering what you're gonna do for
money next month but glad that the shithead is gonna be out of
there.
You get back late. I'm asleep on the couch. None of my stuff is
packed. Typical, you think. Wait till the last fucking second.
The cock pump box is on your bed where it looks like I threw it.
The electric pump has a couple scratches on it ... from pliers
maybe? and the gauge is upside down. Fuck, now maybe you can't
send it back. Doesn't look busted though ... you laugh. Maybe the
shithead tried to shove his big cock in there after all. Looking at
it, you feel your cock jump a little. You are pretty fucking horny
... maybe it would be cool just to feel it... shoot a good load and
then go to sleep.
You take a shower and then come back to bed, some lube on your cock.
You turn the lights off ... just a little light coming in the window
from the streetlight. You get in bed... slip the tube over your
dick and turn the pump on. It starts working ... you can feel the
blood flowing into your dick ... shit, who cares if it makes it
bigger, it fuckin feels great. The tingling starts spreading
through your whole body ... the needle on the gauge looks like its
busted though, it starts spinning around backwards but the pressure
kicks in a little higher. There is a rush going through your
body, like pins and needles. The pump sucks a little bit more of
your crotch ... the pressure going higher. You are in bliss, lying
back, eyes closed ... man you are gonna cum so hard. The tube feels
like a funnel, pulling at you harder ... harder ... you are dizzy,
seeing little dots of light in the black in front of your eyes ...
you are being pulled ... harder ...
WHOOOOOSH.
You slam against a smooth surface and roll over, disoriented. What
the fuck... ? You are on something hard and warm... marble ... no,
plastic ... ? Your vision starts to clear a little. Everything
looks hazy. You try to get your bearings. You see a light hit my
face ... it looks distorted, huge but blurry.
FUCK. FUCK. YOU ARE IN THE FUCKING COCK TUBE.
You almost collapse with an adrenaline rush. One major fucking
nightmare. Guess you're not supposed to fall asleep with one of
those things on your dick -- pulls all the blood out of your head.
Be funny to think about when you wake up.
You are slammed against the wall of the tube as I pick it up,
shutting the pump off.
"FUCK MAN. IT WORKED. DIDN'T FUCKIN THINK IT WOULD BUT IT DID.
SHIT." You can see me grin. You are slipping and sliding, getting
motion sick as you try to hang on to something. The weird
adrenaline rush almost paralyzes you ... you can't say anything.
What the hell would you say? You're fucking five inches tall ... in
a fucking acrylic tube...
I look in with one eye. "LOOKS ABOUT RIGHT TO ME. GOOD FUCKIN
SIZE. HOW'D IT FEEL?" You look down through the tube ... shit ...
from what you can see my dick is slowly swelling out ... getting
harder ... man it must be stretching to eight inches ... nine inches
... almost double your size ... shit, you realize I was right, I
couldn't have shoved my hard cock in here.
A finger reaches in. You scramble back. I just laugh.
"DIDN'T FUCKIN THINK YOU COULD KICK ME OUT LIKE THAT MAN? LAW OF
THE JUNGLE MAN ... EAT OR BE EATEN." Just as I say that, my
stomach emits a long low growl. My eyes open a little wider ... a
new idea. "AWWW ... YEAH."
I stop trying to poke in the tube with my finger ... I lift it up
and tip it upside down as I lean my head back, opening my mouth
wide... you see it below you, my huge tongue spread, waiting. I
shake the tube once, as you try to cling to the smooth surface...
and go freefalling ... landing on the hot rough wet surface of my
tongue. Your last view is of your room as I bring my head forward,
closing my lips over you. Saliva is pouring through my mouth, my
tongue working you toward the back of my throat... another growl
echoes up through my body. I grunt with the effort of forcing you
back ... I lean my head back again, and swallow. My throat flexes
around you, pulling you down. My adams apple bobs, and I gulp.
One last grumble from my gut ... I laugh, feeling you squirm.
Fuckin cool. I crash out on your bed, stretching out -- hell this
is a lot better than the couch.
The next day, most of your stuff is in the dumpster. All the
clothes are too fucking small for me anyway. On the shelf up in the
closet, I put a couple of things I wanted to keep ... back in its
box, almost like new, is the dick pump.