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How long has it been since Dolfy has seen his dick? It must've been when he was still thin. Thin, it seemed so long ago. Almost, no, it was a completely different life. Back then, Dolfengra was a boring thresher shark who admittingly had some trouble keeping weight. Until he met Bing.

Bing or Master as Dolfy referred to him, now completely flipped his life upside down. He had gone to him for some help, some new technique the binturong had invented that could get the shark to bulk up, grow larger and get buff.

It was hard work, too hard. A high-calorie diet and constant exercise proved to take their toll and despite Master's increasing assertiveness and control to push Dolfy to his goal, it ultimately failed. That was when Master brought up two things. First was a rigorous regime of hypnosis. He was sceptical at first, yet was willing to try and boy did it work. After one session, he was already pushing himself harder and eating more.

A monthly session with just a pocket watch turned into a weekly session with spirals and audio turned into a daily session with a sophisticated and automated VR system. With each session, Dolfy found himself not growing larger but changing his focus too. A focus to grow large.

At first, it was his free time. Exercising and eating became his hobbies. With the support of Master, he then quit his job as growing large was now his job and finally, he moved in with Master full time. By then, the shark had stopped exercising and only kept eating. Becoming larger was now his existence and, thanks to the hypnosis programming, it was one hell of a pleasurable one. That was how the second part came into play.

He objected to it at first, yet Master remained firm, outright commanding him to wear it. Dolfy was a young shark. With it came a virility that meant he was jerking off twice a day. The custom 3D printed chastity device in his slit put a stop to it.

As Master explained, hypnosis, training and even domming were not enough. More drastic measures were needed. Each time the shark accomplished a goal set out by Master, he would earn his release only to be locked right back up and given a further, harder goal. He grew hornier, frustrated, yet a part of him enjoyed it.

A part of him enjoyed those nights he tried endlessly to find a modicum of pleasure. He enjoyed he was submitting easier and easier to Master's commands and he enjoyed that someone was in control. That was the best thing, someone else being in control, caring, taking responsibility for him. His goal changed. His goal was now his master's and his master wanted him to get larger.

That, however, was not the end. The combination of being dominated, hypnotised, and made chaste had a curious effect. Being denied usage of his dick and hypnotised to derive pleasure from growing large caused a change in what turned him on and which parts of his body were stimulating. The very act of eating became as sensual as jerking off. Delighting in grease and the fatty flavours, oil ran down his balloon moobs and stomach. Without a dick, he rubbed his nipples more and more. Feeling and grasping his moobs, even trying to lick them. In between eating, he would moan as his hands caressed the pepperoni sized areolas and rub his belly, feeling the rumbling of his stomach as it turned the food into fat.

And with it, jerking off became a thing of the past. A turning point was when Master first gave him the choice between the key or an armful of extra-large, cheese stuffed crust meat lover's pizza. Dolfy hesitated, but to his surprise, in the inner depths of his fat folds, his slit leaked and his cock twitched in its fleshy prison as his hands went for the pizza. It was far more pleasurable to eat now. Just by itself, it felt as if a body shuddering orgasm happened each time he chewed, pre-cum leaking out of a buried slit. Eating and growing larger and larger. That was heaven for the once fit shark. Orgasmic hedonism beyond whatever wet dream the shark once had.

So, when Master gave him a special gift, Dolfy looked at the mirror and wondered how long it had been. He was morbidly obese, full of flab and fat rolls. His belly hung below his waist and his moobs would make even a d-cup jealous. His limbs were as thick as tree trunks, and his ass and back formed a pillar of fat. The only thing that remained recognisable was the colouration and his face, which strangely didn't have as much fat as the rest of his body. So much has changed. Did it take months? Years? The shark lost count. It didn't matter now though. What did matter be the key he held in his fat grease-stained fingers.

The key, he slowly lost sight of over his transformation. The key, he later denied and even forgot about. Now he held it. There were no special games, no tasks. He was free to unlock a reward by Master. Something deep in his loins stirred as if an old part of him awakened. With one hand he held his belly up, the other he used to caress the crevice where pre was leaking out. Slowly, with the key between them, his fingers slid down the wet hole, but it barely made any progress. He lifted his belly more and stretched his arms further, but his fingers couldn't go in.

Dolfy realised what the intention was. He was so fat he couldn't reach to unlock himself. He stared back at Master with a pitiful plea in his eyes.

"Need me to unlock you?" The binturong said.

"Yes... please..." Dolfy huffed out.

"Onto the bed."

Master took the keys once more, and the shark lay onto the bed, spreading his legs as wide as possible to allow Master as much access as possible. His hands grabbed the ball of blubber that was his belly and pulled it as far up as he could. Just anything to only Master to unlock him.

Master's gloved fingers made their way through Dolfy's crotch. He shivered and moaned just from the touch and finally he felt it. A jiggle, a bit of stimulation, and finally a removal of the slit device. He was finally free! He saw Master pull out the black plastic lock. He felt his dick throb and squirt, but there was still nothing. His dick wasn't getting hard. Dolfy let go of his belly and tried rubbing his nips, moaning and groaning as he did. His dick continued to throb and pre continued to be spurted out, but still nothing.

Then as he saw Master grab what looked like an industrial vibrator, did Dolfy had another realization. He had grown so fat that he ended up blocking his own dick! The shark couldn't help but nervously laugh. A cruel twist. Yet the cruel twists were not over as Master didn't have just a vibrator in one hand, in his other was a buckle of literal grease. Master had given him a choice again. Dolfy stared and pondered. His blocked dick still twitched. Finally, he lifted himself up and made his choice.