Date: Mon, 18 Aug 2008 15:19:58 -0400 From: sprsizeme@gmail.com Subject: I Got Raped 2 Disclaimer: All rights reserved. Other than downloading one copy for personal enjoyment, no part of this story may be reproduced or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author. The story has been written for entertainment purposes for adults only. You must be a minimum of 18 years of age (or 21 years of age in some jurisdictions) to read this story. If you are not of legal age or if you consider this type of writing to be morally offensive, then do not read the following story. It is your own responsibility to adhere to these terms. Comments on the story are appreciated and may be addressed to the author at: sprsizeme@gmail.com It was almost a month later that I saw my leather man. And as it happened it was at a leather bar in the area. I saw him across the bar and he was standing chatting with some guys and looking over at me and a laugh would issue forth from him from time to time. Was he telling his friends about me and our little adventure? I sat there drinking beer and my leather man eventually came up to me with a pitcher of beer. Here drink up. What? I said drink up! But I have had about enough. I SAID DRINK UP! So I did When I finished that one he had another ready for me. Drink up! I knew I would have to drink up. This went on for hours at the bar. I got so drunk. I went to pee several times and my belly felt as full as when I last met my leather man but with beer this time. I was so toasted that by the time the bar closed that my leather man picked me up and carried me out to his truck. He sat me in the seat stripped me bare and bent me over and shoved that big dildo up my ass the ball stretcher on my balls and my leather shorts strapped up to hold everything in I passed out while he was doing this. When I woke up I was in his sling again with a tube down my throat leading to a large tank. I am not sure what was in it but I was waking up so couldn't be alcohol. My leather man looked at me and saw I was awake. Good. I heard him say. My belly felt full and hanging through the straps. What are you doing to me I was thinking but with the tube in my throat I couldn't ask the question. I don't know how long this went on but my belly felt painfully full for hours maybe days. When he completed this the tube was still down my throat but he let me up and stuck a tube up my ass and filled me up with an enema to clean me out back there. It must have been several but my belly started to go down and my guts would issue forth all the contents of my bowls and soon my belly was empty. And I was feeling hungry. It wasn't long before the tube in my mouth had a funnel attached to it being held up. And then the party began. I saw so many men come in and I was the fuck piņata again. But this time my mouth was not fucked. I was used as a masturbation urinal. The men would walk up to the funnel and masturbated into the funnel. I know knew why he was stretching my stomach. Load after load was filling my belly I knew this was going to be a long time because the way my belly felt and the small amount of loads it was going to take some time to fill me up. But there seemed to be no end to the number of men to masturbate into the funnel. My leather man would pour a can of beer in from time to time but for the most time it was load after load of cum to enter funnel. I was simultaneously being fucked and my balls and nipples had weights attached to them. For some reason I was watching the television and I saw a video of myself the last time I met my leather man. I think I turned bright red at that time. Having fun? My leather man asked knowing full well I couldn't answer. Even my head was strapped still so I couldn't nod. I would fall to sleep and wake from time to time and my belly became painfully full again as though he had filled me with that stuff from the vat but I knew this time it was cum. And they weren't stopping. This went on for god knows how long. My belly hung through the straps and it felt like nothing was allowed to come out. This time there didn't seem to be any breaks for me. The men just kept coming on and on whether I was awake or not. I don't know how long I was there but I eventually woke sitting next to my leather man in his truck. He had dressed me in the tight leather shorts and I know the dildo I was using was bigger than the last one I had inserted. My balls were dragging the floor or at least they felt that way. The weight he had attached to my balls that time were so much heavier than the last ones and even though my balls swung with every thrust the pain in my stomach kept my mind off of my balls and nipples being stretched. But the thing that made me wake up the most was my belly. I had not been a big man before but my belly looked like I was nine months pregnant with triplets. HOW MUCH CUM WAS IN ME? I was painfully full. My leather man dropped me off at the bar where my car was and there was no way I was going to take that dildo out there I would flood the parking lot and being the middle of the day my car was the only one there and the bar was closed so I couldn't go in. I had to push back the seat in order to get my belly in front of the wheel. That man had been stretching my belly so he could fill it with cum. And here I was full of those swimmers. When I got home I took the shorts and dildo off and sat down on the toilet but very little came out. I even tried to push on my belly but it wasn't ready to come out. I was tired so I laid down with my belly stretching into the air and went to sleep. Several hours later I had to get up and rushed to the bathroom and it started to flow and flow and flow My belly seemed like an empty balloon and for some reason I kept filling it with food. How could I not. My body was changing. And although I was putting on some weight my belly would feel empty it had to have been so stretched by that week of bloating. I now had a definate beer gut and had to buy a new wardrobe. My friends thought I was just getting fat. I was actually keeping myself stretched for my next encounter. Another part of the fantasy.