Corruption - Part 3

Intake wasn’t exactly like checking into a hotel, but it wasn’t as bad as going to prison. I was taken to Elmsmire’s intake facility, where they had me sign a few forms, take off what remained of my clothes, and then directed me to some shower stalls where I could clean myself (the smell had, admittedly, gotten pretty bad after several hours). Then, because it was evening, I was taken to a temporary accommodation where I’d spend the night. Once I woke up, I’d complete my intake with a tour with one of Elmsmire’s residents, which would end with my permanent room. 

The temporary room was sort of like a small hotel room, but everything was covered in rubber, plastic, or silicone, and there was a big drain in the middle of the floor. There was a TV hanging in the corner covered in protective plastic, as was the remote. 

The temporary room in the corner was my first indication that this place was at least trying to cater to people with my condition. Everything was covered in some sort of protective substance. The bed and sheets were all made of waterproof polymers, while the TV in the corner was covered in protective plastic. There was also a big drain in the middle of the floor. The person who brought me here said that I could basically do whatever I wanted because they were just going to hose the entire room down once I left.

After restraining myself admirably as I let the system do its thing, it was an incredible relief to finally be able to grab my massive cock and crank out a few loads. I still couldn't believe my libido had gotten so out of control so quickly. Was this what Theo had to deal with every day? I'd have to ask him when I saw him next...

Thinking about him once again made me slightly optimistic. I wouldn't be entirely alone as my entire world got turned upside down. There was hope that I could at least retain something of my past life.

It was a confusing thought to combine with the raging tornado of hormones that had me ejaculating almost every half hour. You’d think that being racked with orgasm after orgasm would keep you in a permanently good mood, but the truth is, you sort of get used to it after a while. It’s still pleasant, obviously, but having your system constantly flooded with dopamine does seem to inhibit the exhilarating ‘rush’ I used to get. 

However, it was exhausting. It took a lot more work to stimulate a cock that was like another limb, and after a few hours, I lay myself on the cum-soaked mattress for what I thought would be a short nap. I didn’t wake up for 12 hours. 

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One of the things I learned about the corruption’s initial infection is that it can be extremely taxing on the body. I slept longer and harder than I ever had in my life. When I woke up, it was to the sight of my arm-sized erection poking me in the chin and to the most vicious hunger I’d ever experienced. I was so hungry that I almost ignored my huge dick, but I figured if I had to go anywhere to be fed, it would at least be helpful to have emptied the tanks. 

I did, and I even managed to aim the firehose of cum at the drain well enough to prevent a huge mess. 

But then I didn’t know what to do about food. There was a plastic-covered phone, but I wasn’t exactly expecting room service. I was just about to pick it up and try dialing an operator when I heard a knock on my door. I went to open it, and there was Theo.

I hadn’t seen him off-camera in almost a year, so I hadn’t realized the full extent of his changes. I mean, I knew he was huge, just seeing him from the chest up, but this… This was almost carnival-level massive. He more than filled the doorway—in fact, I don’t think he could have gotten through the door even if he wanted to. He was impossibly wide, fat beyond my mere mortal comprehension.

He was also completely naked. 

“Hey, man! I heard you’re new here!” Theo said brightly, his round, many-chinned face beaming in obvious delight. His cheeks even jiggled slightly as his mouth upturned in a smile. He held his arms out wide, expecting a hug. 

I hesitated for a moment. It was certainly a shock to see Theo as morbidly obese as he was, but that wasn’t what made me pause. It was how—despite the wave of his belly hanging almost to his knees—his dick was so enormous it dangled around his cankles. I could tell if he wasn’t so fat, if his impossibly thick thighs didn’t push out his bowling ball nuts that they, in turn, made his flaccid dick horizontally rather than straight down, his cock would have rested comfortably on the ground. 

It was the shock that made me hesitate initially, but that wore off quickly. Then it was something else—desire, I realized. I wanted that cock. I’d never wanted one before, and that realization was shocking, too. 

But then Theo’s smile took on a nervous tinge, and I quickly shifted my gaze to his imploring eyes. He was perhaps even more relieved to see me than I was. 

I plunged myself into his doughy mass in a tearful embrace. I couldn’t even hope to reach all the way around him, so I settled for encircling as much of his belly as I could, which wasn’t all that much. He was warm, and soft, and comforting, like a blanket fresh out of the dryer. If that blanket was also covered in soft hair and had a definite tinge of BO and sex. 

I’d learn that pretty much everyone had a similar odor at Elmsmire, regardless of how often they cleaned themselves. 

We hugged silently for what felt like several minutes, me sobbing into his tits. He then whispered down to me, “I’m sorry. I didn’t want you to ever get sick, but I’m glad you’re here.” 

I tried to look up at him, but I couldn’t really see past his massive tits, which were very slowly leaking a sticky substance, I just realized. I decided to save that topic for later. 

“Me too,” I managed between sobs. “I missed you.” 

“I missed you too, buddy,” he said gently. I wiped my nose and pulled back enough to see his smiling face and shimmering eyes. 

Our tender moment was then rudely interrupted by my stomach grumbling. I looked down, then up sheepishly, still in his embrace. “So, um, where do you get food in here?” 

I didn’t think it was possible, but I somehow watched as Theo’s face brightened even further. “Oh, don’t you worry. The first stop on the tour is always the cafeteria!” 

With that, Theo levered backward, picking me up and squeezing me into him. I sank far enough into his flubber that I couldn’t breathe for a moment, but then he dropped me back down. I felt a rush flood my groin and my massive dick rise slightly in the very medical-style garments that I was wearing. Theo either didn’t notice or chose not to comment. 

I followed Theo’s lumbering form as he led me down a long hallway. He was talking a mile a minute, describing some of the residents and how they got through their day, but I wasn’t really paying attention. I was too distracted by how he moved. It seemed impossible for him to even move his legs in a regular walking gait, but he somehow managed it, each step causing a veritable earthquake to rumble through his body.

Somehow, his wildly jiggling mass perfectly complemented his bubbly commentary of Elmsmire. 

“—That’s why you’ll probably want to stick to your room for the first few nights, but after that, folks will be a lot easier to get to know,” Theo explained. I hadn’t been really listening, but I’m sure it wasn’t that important. Not as important as that giant cake that was wobbling right in front of me. 

By the time we reached the end of the hall, I was fully erect and tenting out my medical robe like a three-ring circus. I didn’t even realize I was poking into his back rolls until Theo looked over his shoulder.

“Yeah, that’s exactly what I mean,” he said. “If you really feel the need, we can take care of this here before we go out into the cafeteria.” 

“I… um…” I trailed off. Was Theo… propositioning me?

Theo understood the conflict written all over my face. “Don’t sweat it, dude—random boners are just going to be your life now. Like I said, you’ll get better at controlling yourself once you’ve had a few days to settle in and for the initial infection to run its course.” 

He turned, and with two meaty hands, grabbed my extended dick and gave it a few gentle pumps. I shuddered at the unexpected, but not unwelcome, touch. I felt a gob of pre burble from my urethra, which Theo helpfully used to lubricate his hands. 

There wasn’t much to what would become the first of many handjobs from Theo. To him, he was just helping a buddy out, and I would later learn that casual sexual contact was completely normal within Elmsmire. But to me, it was sudden, unexpected, and intensely arousing to have anyone touching me, let alone my best friend.

Theo barely had to work up a sweat. He pumped rhythmically, his body jiggling in time with his movements, occasionally breaking to rub my dick into his soft fat like he’d done it a million times before. It was an incredibly sensual feeling to have his soft flesh surround my huge cock each time he sank it into one of his many folds.  

Eventually, I stopped being a passive receiver of his attention and started to thrust into him, his hands gripping tightly around the base of my shaft while the top half disappeared into his billowing torso. A few pumps and I erupted, cum blasting back from the tunnel of flesh I’d carved with my dick. 

“Yeah, you’re definitely going to need some regular draining for the next few days,” Theo said with a smirk. Only then did I notice that the seemingly random sex act had also enticed Theo’s cock from its slumber. It didn’t look anywhere near fully hard, but it now hung at a 45-degree angle downward and had thickened to the point where it was almost as fat as his arms. Almost.

“Thank… thank you,” I panted. 

“Like I said, don’t sweat it,” he replied, then turned back to the door that would lead to the cafeteria and my new life at Elmsmsire.