Part I http://plus4chan.org/b/coq/res/85544.html#86602
Part II http://plus4chan.org/b/coq/res/85544.html#86694
Alright, I'm back. This is probably gonna suck horribly because it's been a while and I'm out of the "groove" so to speak. Also, warnings because I'm not really a writer and it shows. I'm more of a drawfag and yes, I am the one who drew this abomination here: http://plus4chan.org/b/coq/src/134005674718.png
PART III, FINALLY. Is anyone still even interested in this? XD;; I'm so sorry it's taken this long to finish it. I've been super busy and I was only able to lurk for a bit. Here we go. Warnings: Non-con, humiliation, slight inflation/weight gain, just general madness. XD
Oncie shifted in his bed. That must have been a dream. He groaned as he ran a hand over his eyes. Yeah. That's it. He'd just eaten something that disagreed with him and he had crazy dreams about marshmallows and a doppleganger. That's it.
He rested his hand on his stomach as he yawned and stretched. He frowned and pressed down. It was awfully...puffy.
"What the heck is going on here?" He murmured, feeling his swollen abdomen. He threw the covers off in alarm. He would have thought there was a pillow between the sheets and his stomach if it weren't for the sensation of his own touch. Looking down, he was shocked to see that his stomach was bloated and round, a small ring of pudge protruding ever so slightly over his pajama bottoms, stretching the elastic. His breathing grew shallow and he frantically searched the room for any sign of the mysterious man who had violated him the night before.
He ran over to his wash basin, shocking his face with cold water. "This has to be a dream, this has to be a nightmare-! Why am I suddenly-"
"-a chubby bunny?" The voice came from his bed. Oncie whirled around, clinging to the dresser. The man in green sat there, smoking a cigar, looking quite smug.
"I-! You, what did you do to me?"
"Oncie. Oncie, Oncie, Oncie... we've been through this." The man purred. "Remember? I told you I always thought you were a little glutton. All I did was give you what you wanted in spades." He gestured with a green gloved hand to Oncie's abdomen. "You always were sort of soft. It makes sense that you'd eventually become more like a little marshmallow."
Oncie pressed himself flat against the dresser. He was trembling. "Y-you stay away from me. I-I didn't think that was real, but now that- now that I know it really happened, I don't want anything else to do with you, weirdo." He tried to keep his voice even but it didn't work. He sounded terrified and he knew it. "L-leave me alone so things can go back to normal."
The man grinned. "How can things go back to normal, after what you let me do those things to you? You still have the device inside you, do you not?"
Oncie's face burned. He had been so preoccupied with the distention in his middle that he forgot about the plug still in his body, keeping the marshmallow goo inside him.
"Come, now, little Once-ler. If you cooperate with me now, I will take it out of you and I will leave you be. I know you are naive to such things." He took a drag off his cigar. "...to being TOUCHED in those places."
Oncie stared at the floor, face impossibly red with shame. In a flash, the man was up, across the room, and had him in a tight grip.
"C'mon, Oncie. Like I said, COOPERATE." The man forcefully threw him towards the bed. Oncie cried out and caught himself on trembling arms.
The man tsked him. "Oh, dear. Those pajamas really don't suit you much anymore. You're almost popping out of them entirely."
Oncie scrambled to get up on the bed and against the headboard, attempting to put as much distance between him and the man as possible. "Y-you're a freak. I don't know what your deal is with the marshmallows and stuff, but- That's just weird-"
The man stepped closer, slowly, like a predator approaching its trapped prey. "Am I weird? I just wanted to have a little fun with you." He lunged at Oncie, ripping at his pajamas and nearly tearing his pajama bottoms in half. Oncie tried to wrestle the man off of him but he didn't stand a chance.
The man pushed him into the pillows and turned him over. Roughly, he fingered the tender area between his cheeks. "Now," He pulled the plug out suddenly and with no warning. Oncie cried out. "Let's get down to business."
Oncie heard him unzip his pants and began to panic. He thrashed from side to side but the man pinned his arms against his back.
"Do you want to be burned, Oncie?"
Oncie froze and shook his head no, heart beating rapidly inside his chest.
"Then relax and be a good little toy."
Oncie sobbed as the man pushed his member between his ass cheeks, rubbing the head against his sore opening. He pushed inside and Oncie cried out.
The man froze, with just the head of his cock inside Oncie's hole. He smoothed his gloved hands over his sides and back, moaning softly. "God, I wish you could see what I see...You're so soft and tender beneath me. I want a little cushion," He thrust his hips forward and Oncie gasped as the burning member worked its way in further. "-For the pushin'." The man chuckled as he thrust in fully, knocking the air out of Oncie's lungs.
Oncie gripped the pillow, clenching his teeth against the pain of the invasion. Suddenly, the man began to move, smacking his ass before pulling out and thrusting back in hard. A green glove fell on one side of his head before the other followed. He then felt the man's bare calloused hands squeezing and rubbing his bottom, kneading the soft flesh as he began thrusting a slow rhythm.
"You see-" the man continued, slightly breathless. "-At my factory, I'm allowed to indulge in any pleasures I want. My workers don't judge me when they see- AH!" He pulled out and pushed back in, squeezing Oncie's sides and feeling his slightly rounded stomach. "-the voluptuous creatures entering my office- Mmm... I suppose they might consider me a bit of a chubby chaser."
Oncie buried his face in the pillow, staining it wet with his tears as he was fucked hard. Sure, he'd always found round, curvy women attractive, but he'd never exactly gotten the chance to find out what his preferences were. He let his thoughts wander to avoid facing the burning pain in his backside. The man smacked him hard on his rump, pulling him back into the moment.
"I'm afraid I'm going to need you to move." Oncie sniffled, afraid to react. The man's hand came down again on his pink tinged ass, leaving another red mark. "I SAID, MOVE."
Oncie gasped and slowly began to gyrate his ass back against the man's bony hips. The man grabbed Oncie's hips and pulled him back as he thrust forward.
"Goddammit, Oncie. You have no idea how tight you are." The man angled himself down against his ass and began pumping in and out in a frantic pace. He pressed against something and Oncie's cock stiffened. He cried out at the sensation.
The pumping against his behind became unbearable. He found his body moving of its own accord, pressing back to meet each thrust from the man in green.
"O-oh, oh-ah, s-sir!" Had he not been burning up with pleasurable sensations in his cock and his sore ass, Oncie would have been embarrassed to have addressed this freak of a man as 'sir' again. Against his will he found himself chanting little phrases of "More" and "harder" against the pillow.
Suddenly, the pressure against his insides became too much and he felt his cock twitch and release his own sticky semen all over the bedsheets. He clenched around the invasion pummeling his own marshmallow soaked insides, hot and sticky and gooey, feeling the tenderness and the ache as he squeezed around the man's dick like a vice.
The man seized Oncie's soft stomach and kneeded it in time with his thrusts, shooting his load inside Oncie to mix with the marshmallow goo, filling him until his hole leaked white liquid and seeped down the man's front.
The man lay pinning him against the mattress, panting in his ear. Without a word, after what seemed like an eternity, he pulled out of Oncie and let the seed and marshmallow goo dribble out across his ravaged bottom. Oncie lay in a daze, still flushed with his orgasm, watching as the man zipped up his pants and attempted to wipe the front of his outfit clean with a green silk handkerchief.
The man turned his back to Oncie, straightening his suit and pulling his gloves on once again.
Oncie turned on his side, cringing slightly at the tenderness in his backside. "Hey, buddy, I don't know who you think you are, but this is the ONLY time-" The man turned and promptly shoved a handful of marshmallows into his mouth.
"I'm gonna need you to shush up now, my little chubby bunny. Daddy's got work to do. Don't worry, I'll be back before you know it." The man pressed a gloved finger to Oncie's nose condescendingly and strode out of the small house, closing the door behind him.
Oncie could only stare at the door. How he would explain the mess in his bed and his bloated stomach to the Lorax was beyond him.