Josh's Study: Working Draft on Real-Life Cumflation

As he neared his thirty-third birthday, Josh found himself somewhat jaded at his formerly favorite sexual pastimes. What had seemed extreme in his younger years of experimentation was becoming a little … flat. Ironically, the naturally slim-figured, gym-going Josh had been pushing the limits for years of his preferred fetish practice, inflating his normally flat belly with water and air.

Josh discovered his interest in temporary belly growth in the early years of bottoming, enjoying the weight, pressure and expansion of a warm enema cleaning out his lower intestines nearly as much as the sex that followed. As he got older and his wages from working as a graphic designer increased, he spent much of his “fun” money on inflation devices, including a sophisticated, high-end shower nozzle attachment the installed as soon as he had his own place. Manual air pumps gave way to increasingly powerful, commercial-grade aquarium air pumps that, like water, provided an amazing sensation, but could only stretch the appearance of his relatively compact belly outward so far. Eventually, Josh found himself topping out on his personal records for both water and air intake, and besides – it all had to come rushing back out so quickly, leaving him figuratively and literally deflated. He frequently wondered to himself if there was somehow another way, another technique he could discover to take his instant belly growth to the next level.

Inflation porn was fun, but not a source of education – he’d done it all, as far as he knew from countless hours of practice and looking for inspiration on the internet. One topic he kept returning to with fascination and increasing interest, however, was the seemingly impossible "cumflation" imagined by manga and other fantasy drawings and animations. A superhero fan, Josh had stumbled across what he considered the best “cumflation” manga out there in his many searches for jackoff material: “Spidey and the Love Bite,” a several-panel fantasy in which Spider-Man is supernaturally compelled to present himself to a merciless gang fuck, filling with cum until he waddles to the toilet cradling a substantial belly to spurt it all back out. The panels continue until Venom, who created the compulsion in the first place by sending a tiny spider to “love bite” his nemesis, arrives to shove his comically oversized cock into Spider-Man’s wrecked hole, shoving his belly outward and leaving him stuffed with a full-term mass of come. The fantasy continued until Spider-Man’s hole is stretched to the limit to deliver their demon child, who immediately restarts the process of a no-limits cunting of Spider-Man’s guts while sucking cum-milk from his swollen chest. It wasn’t a proud fascination by any means, but Josh rationalized his dick liked what it liked.

Josh decided if he could spend as many hours of his life successfully looking up specialty porn, he could turn his online research skills to scientific and even dark web studies and article dedicated to the possibility of “cumflation.” After skipping over articles that primarily described the phenomenon (cartoon representations of men fucked so full of cum their guts began to expand and protrude from the consistently increasing  volume, often by gang bangs from hung rough guys or even fantastic massive-dicked man-like creatures with unlimited reserves of spooge), he found himself aroused but frustrated at his lack of progress. Finally, a link titled, "Studies of 'cumflation' in hypersexually active gay men" caught his eye. The study is a small one, conducted by a seemingly reputable team of academic sexologists and psychologists. Its focus was on a group of gay men who self-identified as having a particular interest in and fascination with the idea of "cumflation.”

 In the study, hypersexuality in the gay male cohort is represented by sexually active gay men who solely bottom without their partner wearing a condom, and take in 10 or more cum loads in a single or consecutive sessions. The study finds that a statistically significant percentage of the men studied experience mild to moderate "cumflation" aligned with their advanced capability to get fucked serially and the correspondent looseness of the "second hole" opening allowing cum to flow in and up through the lower intestine, depending on the emptiness of the digestive system, the speed and intake of the cum loads and the ability of the intestinal track to expand. It concludes that cartoon representations of "cumflation" could hypothetically be possible if the bottom went through sufficient volume of sexual partners with associated high cum production in a timely enough manner, as long as each cumulative load was retained and forced further and higher into the intestinal system. However, they also note that there are limits to the expansion, and that overfilling the intestines with cum could potentially lead to discomfort or even injury.

Nevertheless, the study speculates, there may be a "valve" function produced by the body if the cum volume were somehow sufficient to push into the exit of the stomach and reach into the throat, spewing out of the mouth and also leaking out at the anal insertion point. In that instance, the authors envisioned a "super-bottom" could continue getting fucked as long as a sufficient supply of sexual partners were present to deliver fresh loads. As Josh reads the study, his mind races with possibilities. What if he were a "super-bottom?" The idea of a "valve" function opening up and allowing the cum to flow out of his mouth shocks but also intrigues him.

Considering how he might be able to recreate the conditions described in the study, Josh starts with what he knows. He steadily recruits guys he finds attractive, researching what they're packing in dick size and load volume through apps and word of mouth in online comments and community reputation. Over time (and practice), he manages to assemble a little more than a dozen fuck buddies, each with impressive capacity.

Josh sets out to engineer a thinly-veiled group invitation to a party at his place, figuring with little manipulation, it will become a gangbang with him as the "bangee." After all, 14 tops are going to talk among themselves and research, too, probably coming to the mutual conclusion that he’s, if not a "super bottom," a garden-variety slut of high proportions.

As the date of the party approaches, Josh strives to make everything just right. He embarks on a multi-day cleanse diet, including regular, deepening shower shot sessions to clean himself out and stretch his intestines. He even deploys the biggest insertion bulbs from his Japanese cleansing kit he’s previously been skeptical to try, holding increasing amounts of warm water as his digestive tract nears pristine conditions. Josh’s diet focuses on ultra clean, high-bulk carbs guaranteed to pass in full, leaving him feeling light and empty.

The day of the party arrives, and Josh is content he is empty as he’s ever been, ready to start his quest to max out his insides with volumes of cum. As more and more guys come through the door, he realizes that not only have all the guests he invited showed up, looking ready to have a great "group" experience, but that many of them have brought handsome, hunky friends as well. His last casual count of house guests stops at twenty-four, with maybe a couple more he missed or miscounted. Could tonight be his "cumflation" experience waiting to happen?" 

As the party gets underway, Josh can feel the excitement and nervousness building both inside him and within the vibe of the collected guests. He makes small talk, trying to hide his true intentions while also gauging each man’s interest in the activities he has planned. Some of them seem eager and excited, while others are more reserved. But as the night goes on and the alcohol flows, the atmosphere grows more relaxed and charged with sexual energy.

Noticing more than a few conversations that include lowered voices and collective glances in his direction, Josh decides the time has come to reveal the real reason for the party. “Hey guys, I really appreciate you all coming tonight,” he says. “I see lot of you have gotten to know each other over the past couple of hours and may have guessed what you all have in common. I’d be surprised if not, because I’ve been pretty busy these past few weeks hanging out with each of you, getting, well – fucked.”

Shifting his weight out of nervousness and excitement, Josh says, “I’ve invited you all here, and welcome your friends that I’ve met tonight, too, to take this party into the bedroom. I have what I hope is an exciting experiment for all of us to try. I ... is anyone into 'cumflation?'" A murmur of excitement ripples through the group as several men nod and raise their hands, expressing their interest. “I’m glad some of you are familiar, and it’s not all that hard a concept to grasp, since it’s pretty much in the name. You all follow me into the bedroom – I know a lot of you have been there already,” he says, sheepishly grinning. “I’ll explain more.”

Josh’s bedroom, his sanctuary, is a relatively big one, with plenty of room for his oversized king bed and spare on furniture, his décor aesthetic. It’s a lot of people to fit, but the room just seems full, instead of overcrowded. He takes a deep breath and relays what he’s learned about the scientific possibility of making a cartoon cumflation fantasy into a reality, with the tactics and challenges they’ll need to work through if it has a chance to be successful. As he finished talking, Josh notices he has been mindlessly rubbing his crotch, and sees some of the guys watching him doing the same. 

Without ceremony, he removes his T-shirt to reveal his toned torso, the band of his favorite Nasty Pig jock strap peeking out from his jeans waistband. “I hope everyone is ready to get started,” he says, taking an oversized water bottle filled with J-Lube from under the bed and placing it on the nightstand. Laying a generous towel lengthwise across the bed, he begins to feel the heat of desire spark in the room, and begins to harden as he anticipates the gang fuck he’s about to take on. He removes his jeans, tossing them toward the wall, and says, “Who’s first?”

One of the men steps forward, his eyes locked on Josh’s exposed hole. He approaches the bed, his cock already hard and ready. Josh can sense his excitement and anticipation, and it only serves to heighten his own arousal. "Looks like Gary's up," he says, his bravado starting to melt into anticipation of the thick meaty cock of his favorite fuck buddy entering him. Josh moans slightly as Gary rubs his lubed finger around the rim of his hole, then applies a generous slippery mess of J-Lube onto his dick. Without further hesitation, he expertly guides his shaft into Josh’s willing and waiting tunnel. "Gary's good, boys. Watch him fill me up with load number one."
 
 Gary lets out a low groan as he pushes deeper inside, filling Josh up with his thick, hard cock. Josh’s body is stretched wide around him, responding to every inch of stimulation. He begins to thrust gently, and Josh moans with pleasure, his body eager for more.
 
 Knowing Gary can last, Josh pushes him along with his best tricks, driving him to climax sooner and sooner, while making a bit of a show for the group watching intently. He locks eyes brazenly as he looks around the room, thrashes his head in demonstrative ecstasy, arches his back and tilts his hips backward, a sexual cat-cow pose he knows Gary finds irresistible. Sure enough, as Josh arches upward once more, Gary explodes inside of him, delivering what feels to Josh like a small bucket of come hurled into his guts. As Gary pulls out, Josh appreciates the sensation of the warm, sticky cum pooling inside, motioning for the next volunteer in line to come forward. This time, it's Jake, another one of his regular fuck buddies. He grins as he approaches the bed, his cock already hard and ready. He applies some J-Lube to himself and guides his shaft into Josh’s well-used hole.
 
"Oh fuck dude," he says. "I haven't gotten to use you like this before. You're a regular little whore, aren't you? We'll all get our turn before you know it, maybe even seconds or thirds, and before we're through, maybe you will be our little Buddha statue with a cum-filled belly." Jake's words send a thrill through Josh as he vigorously thrusts away, his cock filling him up again and again. Josh can feel the cum from Gary's load mixing with Jake's as he finishes a thorough but efficient job; the sensation is both strange and incredibly hot. He wonders how many more loads he can take before he reaches his limit.
 
As three more guys finish inside of Josh -- including one newbie who came along to the party as a guest -- he becomes increasingly cock-hungry and motivated to further his experiment. Thinking of loads pooling up and multiplying inside, he flips over onto his back, taking his heels into his hands in happy baby pose -- a happy whore pose, more like, showing off his loosening, increasingly sloppy hole begging for more. "Any of you guys want to double up?" he says. "I think I'm ready to take in two of you at once." 
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One of the men, a tall and muscular hunk named Chris, steps forward and offers to go first. An even bigger stranger (bigger both in stature and cock size) joins him on the bed, and they both coax Josh further open, inserting themselves one at a time with increasing rapidity. Soon, they press both dick heads against either edge of his hole and begin to slide in simultaneously to meet his request, doubling Josh’s hole in gape diameter.
 
After the merciless prior fucks he’s just received, it's an intense but manageable feeling. Manageable, then pleasurable. Josh starts begging for more, shouting his need to be split wide as he gets filled further up. The pair of dicks shoot out cum almost at the same time, their loads combining like a rocket into his filling gut. Josh starts to perceive a growing sensation, an early curve outward in his lower belly, as it expands from the intake of hot cum. Chris and his friend pull out, their cocks glistening with a mix of J-Lube and cum. Now officially stuffed, Josh rubs his hands over his noticeably rounding stomach.
 
The next man in line steps forward, his cock already hard and ready. "Think you can take three cocks, boy?" he says. "You said you wanted to get filled up. Maybe you're going to get filled up even more than you thought tonight." He grins, gesturing to two handsome taller, lean guys to join him. "My boys here are flexible. We'll get you stuffed for sure, don't you worry. That hole is gonna stretch and take these loads right in to join all the others." The man and his two friends approach the bed, generously applying lube to themselves and into Josh’s stretched hole, preparing for the challenge ahead. The first man slides in easily, and the second with minimal resistance. After some gymnastics, the third cock is positioned to enter, and with some coaxing and adjustment, Josh’s anal cavity expands to new limits along with his swelling belly. He can feel the cum from the previous loads sloshing around inside him and wonders if the trio of guys inside of him can feel or hear the movement.
 
Starting to feel somewhat dazed, John nevertheless remains determined to plow forward, his abused guts feeling ready for more. He encourages the many remaining guys to slide in and pick up the pace. Since the crowd is charged up from all the sexual energy in the room, more and more guys bust their nut in him at an accelerating pace. Before he can truly realize it, he's taken in 12 loads. Just like the study!
 
Josh examines his belly briefly: It's definitely puffed up and out, Getting to his knees, he can spill it into his palm in a fulsome curve his usual flat defined torso denies. It's like he’s taken in a two-quart enema, maybe even more. He finds himself really loving the sensation, and says, "Who wants to get me all the way pregnant, boys? You want to keep destroying this man cunt? Fill me up, boys -- fill mama up." 
 
A man named Zach plunges in with his lube-slicked, hard cock, meeting no resistance, saying, “Yeah, take our loads, boy. You wanna get pregnant, huh? You wanna get pregnant with our fucked-up cum baby? We'll make you get pregnant, son. You're gonna wish your due date was here by the time we get through growing you." Zach thrusts fiercely, his cock slamming against Josh’s prostate with each stroke. He’s replaced by a string of other guys, who pick up on the degrading talk, commenting on Josh’s growing belly as it stretches bigger and bigger to accommodate the massive amount of cum inside.
 
Josh begins to become truly wrecked and borderline insensate from the never-ending fuck abuse, but fortunately for his plan, the men he’s assembled know what to do. They keep using him and using him, filling him to the brim with hot, heavy cum. Coming to briefly, Josh realizes his "cumflation" is really starting to add up – he feels like he’s gotten well into his second trimester. How many guys? “How many loads?” he weakly wonders out load.
 
"Dude, it's more than 20 at this point," the guy currently engaged in fucking him says. "I think we've all had a turn, maybe a coupla boys, twice. But there are plenty of us still lined up and ready to go. Damn, your ass feels nice! Like a worn-down pussy, just grabbing my dick like my favorite glove. Fuck , man, just talking about it ... UGH, I gotta come. Watch out for this load dude! You're getting quite the belly there!" 
 
After not too much longer, not only Josh, but the entire party has lost count of who has and hasn’t fucked him yet, or how many times. Some guys have lined the couches and chairs around his place to catch some sleep, others are standing naked in the kitchen grabbing a drink while mindlessly tugging at one another's dicks, a couple of guys .... Josh realizes a couple of guys are holding his legs up so he can continue to get fucked. As he becomes more distant from the sex trance that has held sway over him, Josh discovers he can not only no longer see his dick over his prominent mound of belly, he also can't even see much of the torso of whatever guy is fucking him.
 
The guys holding his legs stroke his distended belly, encouraging him to relax and keep letting the cum flow up and in. Josh can feel it making its way into the upper reaches of his upper intestine and feel the pressure as his upper belly starts to mound up and out. Could the study's theory be proven true? Maybe he did assemble enough guys full of stamina and cum to filled him to a "valve" reflex. The supporting guys assure him he’s doing a great job keeping everything in. “You haven’t spilled a drop, buddy,” one says. “This is fuckin’ wild.”
 
Another man steps forward, his cock already hard and ready. The guys supporting Josh, sensing his growing fatigue yet willingness to keep going, prop him into a squat, supporting his thighs as he lowers his used-up hole onto the newest dick ... then another .. then another ... then ... Josh is astounded to realize a six-, seven-month pregnant "cumflation" belly now extends in a rounded curve from his chest down to his ... well, he assumes down to his dick, as he can no longer see it. Suddenly, he feel a slight gurgle in the back of his throat. A thin trickle of diluted white semen leaks from the corner of his mouth.
 
Josh feel a wave of panic at the feeling that he is starting to overflow. The cum starts to spill in a steady stream from his open lips, flowing down belly, legs and onto the floor. Surprisingly, it isn’t an unpleasant sensation like throwing up. Just pressure that slackens as the flow diminishes. 
 
"Nature's lube," Josh weakly jokes. "We're not done here. I said you boys have to fill mama up and I meant it. Not till I'm overdue does anyone even start thinking about leaving. Get your rest if you just took a turn, I'm in this until we prove everything I've read about and maybe discover more." He notices one of the guys he doesn't know recording with his phone, perhaps trying to hide it or thinking Josh wouldn't notice in his crazed state. "Did I say you could record? Well, I didn't ... but you can,” he says. “In fact, if any of you guys have been recording, I want you to share all of it with me. This is something I want to remember for a long time." 
 
The man with the phone nods and starts recording more openly, moving freely around the room. Somehow, there are enough guys left over with sufficient spunk and stamina to keep filling Josh up. "Guy who's recording!" he finds himself saying. "Get a good 360 and come show it to me. Make sure to get a low angle and a good view of the sides so I can see what's happening to me." Josh wonders if all the cum inside is making him somehow more powerful, more assertive than his usual self.
 
"Oh my FUCK," Josh says, checking out a short snippet of the phone video footage. “Oh my fucking GOD. Fuck, I'm HUGE!!!" The video recording resumes, and shortly the latest guy pounding Josh remarks, “Oh shit, this is getting WET -- wet like a sloppy cunt! Man, like – is your water breaking, or something?” Josh reaches down to see what he's talking about – as his chin dips, he starts to feel that familiar gag reflex again, while his hand feels streaming rivulets of leaking cum dripping from trashed hole. "I'm not ... it didn't ..." he says, as cum starts tumbling from his mouth and his belly begins to convulse, “Oh man – I think I have to get to the toilet.”
 
Josh manages to heave himself from the bed and stumble to the bathroom. The image that greets him in the mirror looks from a disaster movie. His body from chin to .... he knows his dick is still somewhere there, dangling underneath a completely packed, nine-months pregnant belly ... is covered in the cum that has run out of his mouth, joining with copious strands of used-up J-Lube. Another deep rumble comes from inside and he experiences a strong sensation to eliminate. "Oh fuck ... fuck ... time to give birth, I guess," and hurries to position his stretched out, abused hole over the toilet just in time for a river of cum to flow out in long, seemingly never-ending spurts, leaving him wondering whether his hole (much less his sphincter) can take much more. Finally, most of the bulk is gone, although a substantial bloat remains.
 
Panting and sweating, Josh returns to the bedroom. Without prompting, the man who was recording shows him a quick edit of footage he’s stitched together. Watching, Josh observes his just-emptied massive, round belly jiggling with each movement. He can see the men taking turns fucking him, their cocks disappearing into his stretched-out hole. The soundtrack is flesh against flesh, moans of pleasure, and the constant squelching of cum. 
 
His dick beginning to rise from seeing the action presented in third person, Josh encourages the guys to circle around him to caress his still cum-laded belly, rub his thighs and tell him just what a good cum bearer he is. He tugs at his stiffening dick, lubed up with countless loads of stale cum and mixed-up lube, getting more and more aroused. The guys nearest to him encourage his self-pleasure, and insert fingers into his cunted hole, driving Josh to soon shoot his own hefty load.
 
Smiling, Josh says, "Waste not, want not," and scoops it onto his finger tips to stuff into his waiting hole. "Anyone want to ... try again?"