Corruption - Part 4

“Normally, the cafeteria is a zoo,” Theo continued, explaining even as he opened the door, revealing an enormous room filled with institutional-looking tables and chairs. Everywhere else at Elmsmire tried to look homey and comfortable, but I guess when you’re trying to feed almost a thousand patients of extremely variable size and geometry, you didn’t bother spending on anything beyond the essentials.

“But we’re giving you a chance to settle in, so we’re here in between the breakfast and lunch rushes,” Theo added, taking out a pair of seats and settling his vast bulk down, half on each chair. I noted with some glee that his enormous phallus still seemed half erect after our first casual encounter. I was still stiff as a board, and still somewhat self-conscious about how painfully obvious it was. 

“Walk in here with something like that—” Theo gave my cock a gentle slap, “—and you’ll likely set off an orgy. We try to keep that sort of play limited to a specific section of the facility, so I’ll bring you here in between meal rushes for the next few days. They usually don’t run out of food. At least—” he winked and slapped his belly, setting off a rippling wave through his fat body, “—not until I get here.” 

I was surprised at that. Theo had always been at least slightly ashamed of being overweight, but I didn’t get a hint of that now, even though he was much, much bigger. He even seemed… proud? I guess people really do change once they’re here. 

He slapped my cock again and asked, “You need another draining, or are you ready for some grub?” 

“No,” I replied. “It’ll probably go down once we actually get some food.” 

“No problem. Just remember: I’m always here for ya,” Theo said, then hauled himself up and waddled toward the food counter. It looked about as institutional as everywhere else in the room, although what was left on the steam tables seemed edible enough. Theo grabbed a tray and piled on plates of pancakes, bacon, French toast, and scrambled eggs, while I meekly followed with a single plate. We then sat at the table and ate in relative silence, although Theo couldn’t help but make some noise with the volume of mass he was shoveling in his mouth.

My erection did not go down as I ate, much to my chagrin. In fact, it only seemed to get harder as I watched Theo messily devour his late breakfast. Eventually, I felt it stretch across the table to once again nestle somewhere in Theo’s bulk. He must have felt it, as he took a moment to reach under the table to stroke me. I shuddered and dropped my fork.

“Aw, man, you really are pent up, huh?” Theo said, chuckling in between bites. “I don’t think even I was this bad when I first got here.” He kept stroking and pushed my head further into his flesh. It felt heavenly.

“Alright,” Theo said after finally clearing his plates. I hadn’t even noticed, too distracted by my turgid member and Theo’s ministrations. “Finish your breakfast, and we’ll go take care of this after. I want seconds, anyway.” 

He got up, and I couldn’t help but notice two things. First, there was a wet slick along his side where my cock had been jabbing into him under the table. And second, Theo’s own cock was hard and led the way to his food like the prow of an ocean tanker. It was bigger than my leg. 

When he got back with another tray piled high with food, he didn’t bother trying to stuff his cock under the table. He just slung it over his belly, where it lay heavily nearly to his shoulder. I couldn’t help but stare, dumbstruck.

“Hey! I said finish your breakfast, then we can do something about these.”

I came to, looked down at my plate, and scarfed what remained. Theo smiled and ate somewhat less manically than he had with his first tray. It almost seemed like he was toying with me, that he knew how desperately I wanted to get a hold of that giant hog, and he was deliberately delaying. 

He didn’t take that long, in truth, but it felt like an eternity. Finally, he finished his breakfast with a theatrical licking of his stubby fingers. I was about ready to burst.

“Hah, c’mon,” he said, once again hauling himself up with a grunt. “Let’s go back to my room. I was going to save this for last, but it seems like you need it now.” 

I got up, and as I did, Theo grabbed my cock and squeezed. He didn’t let go and started walking to the large double doors that led further into Elmsmire, like he was leading me on a leash. I followed him with a dumb, nervous smile. 

Theo practically filled the hallway as we made our way, me following behind as he maintained his grip on my erection. A few times, he had to shout at people to move out of the way. I couldn’t see beyond Theo’s massive bulk, but I did catch a few of the corrupted as I passed. One looked like an orc or ogre, all tusks and muscles and a brutish, piggish face. He snickered as we passed. Another looked like an honest-to-god centaur, although I noted he had human genitals as well as horse anatomy where you’d expect it. 

Eventually, the hallway ended at another set of double doors, and we entered the dormitory section. I heard a din of conversation as the doors opened, punctuated by the occasional shriek or groan. I didn’t realize what it was until Theo tugged on my cock and brought me around him to see. 

There were corrupted everywhere. Most were just talking in small circles, casually touching themselves or those around them. A few were fucking, massive dicks going into equally cavernous holes. There were obvious stains and puddles everywhere, but I noted that there were also plenty of hoses alongside the walls and drains in the tiled floors every few feet. The air stank of sex, yes, but it also had a disinfectant tinge, like I was walking into a public pool during an ongoing orgy. 

The building was laid out prison-style, but it didn’t feel like a prison. The open common area on the bottom floor allowed for easy congregation, while the stairs leading to the individual rooms lined the sides of the building. I could see into a few of them—they weren’t cells, but nicely furnished rooms. Many individuals were fucking in them as well, I noted, as I heard a groan escape a yeti-looking beast that was busily plowing another figure I couldn’t see, but definitely had hooves instead of feet. 

“C’mon,” Theo directed me toward a nearby staircase. He said hello to a few people as we passed, and a few smiled down at me kindly, but we didn’t stop for conversation with anyone. It seemed like our goal was clear, given our obvious arousal. I’d later learn the unspoken rule that small talk only occurred after sex, not before. 

Theo obviously struggled with the two flights of stairs, huffing and puffing as he hauled himself up one step at a time. I found myself enjoying the show as his entire body quaked with his lumbering ascent. I was once again struck by how much my attitude had changed in the past few days. I don’t think I could have even imagined fucking my enormous best friend a week ago, and now I was more than eager to have my first corrupted experience with him. I felt my cock twitch, and a veritable stream of pre-cum began to drip down my shaft.

With a final grunt, Theo made it to the top of the second flight (although there were two more that led to higher floors), and I spent a few moments with his hands on his knees, catching his breath. I got an even better view of his rear as he did so, taking note of his defined donut hole beyond the rippling flesh of his ass cheeks. A surge of confidence led me to playfully hot dog those ginormous buns with my almost inadequate sausage, and I felt Theo’s amused chuckle down my turgid length.

“Easy there, tiger. Anything like that in the open means you’re okay with group play. Same thing leaving your door open to your room. Closed door means you want some privacy,” Theo explained as he got up and made the short walk to his room just at the top of the stairs. I followed, entered, and shut the door behind him, not quite confident enough to risk playing with anyone else. 

“Alright,” Theo announced as he turned slowly, letting me see him in profile as he rotated to face me. He was so impossibly wide, many times my thickness in all directions, and despite his enormity, his cock erupted several feet from a source totally obscured by his sagging stomach. As he completed his rotation, he took a shuffling step forward so the head of his cock hung a bare inch from my nose, his leaking urethra dominating my view while his distant bulk occupied my peripheral vision. It was the sexiest image I’d ever seen.

“Ready to lose your virginity for the second time?” Theo asked. From anyone else, it would have sounded like a corny pickup line, but from Theo, it sounded like an honest question. 

I answered by reaching out with both hands, grasping that giant hog, and sticking my tongue in its slit. Distantly, I heard and felt Theo’s rumbling laughter. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” Theo said as I began to run my tongue up and down his shaft. He sighed in wistful pleasure. “I never thought I’d get the chance…” 

For a while, Theo simply stood there in the middle of his room, eyes closed, basking in my ministrations. I’d never been with a man before, and neither had I ever even thought of how to pleasure a cock as big as Theo’s, but it seemed like he was enjoying himself. He’d occasionally let out a happy grunt or a satisfied moan, encouraging me to run my hands and mouth over as much of his anatomy as I could, which admittedly wasn’t much, but it seemed like it was enough.

Eventually, I was abruptly awakened from my cock-trance when Theo took a step back. I looked up questioningly, and he simply smiled and motioned to the massive king-size bed along the wall. I noted that the size seemed necessary just so Theo didn’t have a piece of him hanging over the side of the mattress, as did the reinforced frame. In fact, everything in the room seemed reinforced, from the desk to the double-wide office chair just beside it. 

He waddled over to the bed and then got on all fours, his titanic moon shining directly in my face, its deep black hole beckoning. He wiggled enticingly, the movement setting his entire form wobbling for several moments. “There’s lube on the desk, but you probably won’t need it. I get pretty slick when I’m aroused, and you’re far from the biggest thing I’ve ever taken.” 

I looked down at my nearly two-foot erection and wondered exactly what the largest thing might’ve been. I glanced at the desk and wondered how I hadn’t noticed the towering dildo that wilted slightly under its own weight. It must have been three feet at least. I couldn’t even imagine how Theo would have managed to stuff it inside him. Perhaps he had help.

I stopped imagining and got back to the task at hand. I stepped behind him, feet still on the floor, angled my cock at his hole, and pushed in. I slid easily—just as Theo had said, it seemed like he was more than slick enough with his natural lubrication. I took one step, then two, and then I was buried to the hilt, my pelvis and much of my stomach and thighs pressing into Theo’s soft bulk as far as it would let me. From ahead of me, I heard Theo let out a long, pleasured moan. 

We stayed like that for a few moments, him moaning at the penetration and me wiggling my hips to test his capacity, which seemed more than sufficient. It felt better than any woman I’d been with, and when he clenched down, I nearly came. Then, I felt a rush of libido bring me back to the moment, and I began to slowly fuck in earnest.

From the outside, it must have looked ludicrous. I was so long that a full stroke required me to either take a full step back to withdraw and then a step forward to reinsert, or I had to bend myself nearly 90 degrees to get my hips enough room to move. I settled on the latter method, settling into a rhythm that pounded myself into Theo with a loud slap every second or so.

I would have happily continued that way forever, but I was so unnaturally horny that I barely lasted a few minutes. I groaned as my orgasm approached faster than expected, continuing my same pace as I felt myself erupt deep inside Theo. He moaned in response as I filled him, the sensation of my many gallons shooting directly into his guts enough to get him to cum as well. 

I felt him clamp down almost hard enough to stop me from inseminating his insides, and then I heard what sounded like someone tossing a bucket of paint on the wall. Then I heard it again, and again, and realized it was Theo’s ejaculate painting his headboard white and covering the bed in cum. It happened again and again, his hole teasing out every last drop I had while he ejaculated so much that fluid began to flow off the bed and onto the floor in a growing puddle. 

After some time, I felt my orgasm wane, and the sound of semen pouring onto the floor began to abate. I collapsed onto Theo’s sweaty back, cock still buried inside as I caught my breath. He moaned again in satisfaction. 

“I know you needed that, but I guess I needed that too,” Theo admitted as he got up on his cum-buried elbows and looked over his shoulder so I could see his beaming smile. I beamed back. 

I then took a step back, expecting my dick to slip out, but instead felt like I was only half extracted. Another step brought me most of the way, and a third brought me out with a lewd slurping sound. Only then did I notice that my formerly two-footer had grown almost an entire foot while inside Theo. I stepped around so he could see, and Theo’s expression turned to delighted astonishment.

“Guess you’re still not done changing then, huh?”