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Posted using PostyBirb", "writing": "It wasn’t often that Scott had something to thank Hamton for, but as he clambered into bed with a very large, very sentient, and very feral boar, he decided that this was one of those times. \n The two had their disagreements quite often, usually because Hamton did something nasty and needlessly humiliating to Scott just for fun, but when Scott had the urge to fuck a feral pig, he went straight to Hamton. As one of them, Scott reasoned, he must know where to find a feral one. As it happened, Hamton was a farmer, and once Scott explained what he planned to do with the pig, Hamton was happy to comply.\n After checking out the livestock, Scott and Hamton both decided Magnus, a breeding hog, was the best choice. Magnus was sentient, which would help him understand what was going on, and since he was a breeding hog, that ensured he would be very experienced in the actual process of fucking (and more importantly, how not to crush his toy while doing it). A payment was made, hands were shook, and the next day, Magnus was loaded up on a transport truck and dropped off at Scott’s apartment for a playdate.\n Which brings us here.\n Scott grinned as he watched Magnus struggle to clamber onto the bed, grunting and oinking in frustration the whole way. Though the mattress sagged low and the frame groaned and bent beneath his weight, Magnus just wasn’t able to lift his back half on top of the bed. \n “C’mon, fuckin’ help me, Scott!” hissed Magnus as his cloven hooves scraped across the wooden floor.\n Uncaring of the scratches Magnus was surely gouging into his floor, Scott stood nearby, grinning and shaking his head. “I thought you said you could do it?” he teased as he knelt down, squaring his right shoulder in the center of Magnus’ ass. Bracing his feet against the wall nearby, he worked with Magnus and heaved each time the boar tried to lift himself on. Little by little they moved the feral pig onto the bed. \n Magnus panted doggedly as he slumped down on the bed at last, entirely tuckered out from the sheer strain of getting on. Though he hadn’t snapped back like he’d wanted to, due to the concentration it took to get up, he hadn’t forgotten Scott’s slight. As soon as he could speak, Magnus sniffed and rolled his eyes. \n “Not like you could do better if you were in my hooves. I betcha you couldn’t even get the first half of your body up here if you were me. Heck, you’d just stumble around even walking!”\n Not wanting to fight with the person he was about to fuck, Scott just shook his head and sighed. “Right you are, Magnus. But we’ve got more important things, don’t we?”\n Magnus allowed himself a little grin. “I should think so.”\n Scott stood at the side of the bed, and each one of them took a moment to appreciate the other visually. \n Magnus was about a prime example of a breeding hog as one could find nowadays. He was about six feet in length, and every single inch of that frame was packed tight with both fat and muscle. Because of this density, he weighed a bit more than a half ton, which was insane for any pig. His balls hung low between his legs, sized about a large egg each, and his thin, corkscrew cock was constantly rock hard, dribbling pre. \n All of this combined with his intelligence to make an insatiably horny pig.\n Most people would be turned off by this, but for Scott, these were all bonuses. He was no stranger to being around insatiably horny beings — Hamton, after all, was the very definition of one — and the thought of pleasuring something so immense just made him swoon. It helped that pigs and their various smells had rather grown on him, given a few incidents that had happened in the last few months. \n As for Scott, the boar took no great interest in his appearance. It would have been enough that he was simply horny and looking to get off, and such didn’t care too much about how groomed or ungroomed his partner was, but the thing of it is, he didn’t even have any concept of what a good looking human looked as opposed to a bad looking one. Sure, he could tell if they were, say, fat or not, but even then he didn’t make any value judgements either way. What could he care? He was a pig.\n Luckily for Magnus, Scott was good looking, if not plain. He was a good height with a standard build, somewhere between toned and plain as far as his muscles went, and he kept his chestnut hair cropped so short some people offered him a military discount. His ass wasn’t round and wasn’t flat, but the only thing Magnus really cared about it was that there was an asshole right in the middle. As long as the human had at least two holes and could stand his stench, there was no qualms on Magnus’ side about fucking.\n “Well?” grunted Magnus. “Let’s get on with it.”\n Scott blushed a bit at the boar’s bluntness, but he knew how it was. “Well, what would you want to start with?” he asked. Truthfully, he never really thought about what he’d want to do with a pig once he got to fucking, just that he wanted to do it. \n Magnus looked at Scott like he was crazy, clambering unsteadily onto all fours, wavering on the unfamiliar terrain of the mattress. “Well I’m gonna fuck your ass of course, what else do boys like you want?” He saw the somewhat offended look in Scott’s eye, and his tone softened. “Well come on, am I wrong? We both know what we want, and I’ll be you’re gonna look marvellous with a belly full of pig cum, aintcha?”\n Scott blushed again, but this time smiled and nodded. He slid under the boar from behind, ducking under his hanging balls, and soon his back was pressed against Magnus’ wide, round gut. \n The pig grunted as he got into position, and soon enough his long, thin cock pressing against Scott’s well-used hole. It found no resistance to pushing in.\n Scott hissed between his teeth at the oddly cold intrusion, but the surprise came less from the temperature and more from the feeling of it. He hadn’t any real conception of how a true feral pig cock would feel inside him, but he wasn’t expecting this. It wasn’t bad, really, and in fact it was quite good… it was just very long, very thin, and not too hard. If he had to put words to it, he would have said he was hoping it would be… rougher. \n He was just about to say this when Magnus began to thrust. Scott was completely unprepared and thrown forward roughly, and as his face was ground into it, Scott thanked his foresight in getting silk sheets specifically for Magnus. The sheer heft behind just one thrust was indescribable, and the human’s cock jumped to life at the thought of the sheer power those muscles had. \n Grunting and moans from both parties filled the room as they went at it, soon finding a steady rhythm of thrusting and pushing back. The bed rocked, the legs of it squeaked, and the headboard thumped against the wall, but neither paid it any mind. Magnus was too caught up in the pleasure of a loose asshole around his cock, and Scott was too caught up in the scent of his dom and the feeling of something so deep into him. Magnus’ massive balls slapped against Scott’s at the apex of each thrust, the sound getting stronger and stronger with each successive connection.\nTheir arousals reached a fever pitch and they both climaxed soon after that. A warmth flooded Scott’s bowels as Magnus began to cum, but unlike the usual thirty second pump and done that most people gave him, Magnus simply hooked Scott’s legs tighter and kept going. Scott’s cock had long since stopped spasming cum onto his new silk sheets, but the boar just kept going, and going, and going. Soon he felt the heat intensify, and his belly began to gurgle, swell and grow with the sheer amount of seed being pumped into it.\n He had never felt anything like this before. While Scott had been with his fair share of heavy cummers, and he’d been the recipient in more than a few orgies filled with tops, his belly had never reached more than ‘food baby’ stage, as far as roundness and tautness goes. This time, however, his belly swelled straight past that, and soon he was holding it and groaning.\n It passed the size of a small beer gut, then a large one, and before long it looked honest to god like he was pregnant. The skin of his stomach was taut, and small stretch marks spiderwebbed around his belly button as it popped out. The curve from his hips to his belly went from completely flat to nearly ninety degrees, and it was just as bad beneath his pecs, if not even worse. And to finish off the maternal look, his belly had swollen out nearly three feet before Magnus stopped, pressing firmly against the mattress and giving Scott a feeling of delightful fullness. \n A markedly less delightful feeling, however, was the foamy drool dribbling onto his back from the pig above him. It pooled between his shoulder blades before running down his spine, dribbling between his ass crack and onto the boar’s shaft. It was thick and slick, and would have made nice lube had the boar not already came inside the human. \n “Jesus, Magnus,” Scott groused, “can’t you hold it in a little?”\n Magnus grunted on top of him, shifting but not pulling out. “It’s just how I am, Scott, no reason to get upset.”\n Scott sighed and rolled his eyes, choosing to ignore the disgusting ooze and focus instead on how absolutely massive his belly was. It pressed against the bed firmly beneath him, though his ass was hiked as high as he could possibly force it, and the constant feeling of needing to push it out, but not being allowed, was nearly orgasmic. \n The thought occurred to him that he could simply ask Magnus to stay there the rest of the day so he could just bask in the wonderful fullness until he passed out, but as Magnus grunted, he saw the pig’s legs beginning to shake and knew that he wouldn’t be able to hold that position for much longer, let alone all day. So, with a sigh, Scott made up his mind.\n “A-Alright, Magnus. If we’re going to get to the rest of our fun tonight, you’re going to have to pull out.”\n He could feel Magnus nodding above him, but he hesitated.\n “What is it?”\n “Just… won’t my cum just spill out all over your bed?”\n Scott hadn’t considered this; it would be inconvenient, but he couldn’t really think of another way. Had Magnus been more mobile and less feral, he’d just have had him carry him to the bathroom and let it all out in the bathtub, but as it was Scott wasn’t certain that Magnus could even clamber off his bed without trampling the human underfoot on accident.\n “I’ll just have to wash my bed,” he said with a tinge of regret. “It was probably going to get messy anyways. Go ahead and just pull out.”\n “You’re the boss.” If Magnus could shrug, he would have, and he dismounted from the cum-inflated human and rolled onto the side of the bed.\n Scott’s gaped out hole struggled to hold it in; it was a sight to behold. The human’s hole was puffy and an angry red, threatening to prolapse but for Scott’s straining effort to hold it all in. He did for a moment, and briefly he entertained the idea of dashing to the bathroom and just emptying himself in the tub after all. He might squirt some on the way, but the floor was hardwood and cleaned up relatively easily.\n Just as he started to back off the bed, his hole sprang a leak, and it was all downhill from there. Thick, white pig cum splattered onto his sheets, trickling at first, but in seconds the rest of his sphincter collapsed and it all gushed out in a torrent, spraying his bed with a sound like a power washer. It splattered all over Scott’s ass, legs, and on the ground, and even the pig was hit with the backlash from it, speckling his belly before drooling onto the sheets. \n “F-Fuuuck…” Scott moaned, his cock rock hard from the sensation. In the back of his mind he knew he’d just doomed himself to hours of cleanup, but the sensation of so much boiling hot cum rushing past his prostate drove him wild, and he very nearly added his own cum to the mix. Just before he climaxed, however, the spout wore out, and Scott was left with nothing but an empty ass, a sagging belly, and a ruined bed.\n Scott groaned and flopped onto his side, facing the boar and panting. \n “F-Fuck… that was something,” he murmured after he caught his breath. He reached forward, stroking the pig’s belly softly.\n Magnus nodded in agreement. “Never saw a human take all of my load,” he replied. “I was impressed honestly. You looked fuckin pregnant.” Scott blushed. “It’s a look that’s good on you. Maybe you and I should create it more often.”\n “Well… I’d like that. Next time, though, I’m laying down a plastic mat to catch it all.” Or three, he added mentally. It was quite a mess he made, and there was no doubt in his mind it would be made worse through the night.\n Scott found the strength to wriggle up against Magnus’s belly, and the two snuggled for a while, content to take a break before continuing their kinky play. Scott stroked Magnus’s belly softly, and frowned as he found it more taut than he’d expect. In fact, looking at it, it seemed as if it were swollen.\n He had but opened his mouth to comment on it when Magnus grunted, shaking his head. \n “Don’t worry about it. I’m real full right now, haven’t shat in a week, but I’m real plugged up. Nothing’s gonna get past that gel, I swear,” he assured Scott. Scott nodded and relaxed; he knew all about gel plugs in pigs, and the chances of it bursting now was unlikely. A few days, maybe, but he had nothing to fear from Magnus’s rear for now.\nBy and by, the two found strength returning to them. \n “You about ready?” Magnus said at length.\n Scott didn’t reply, just got up and walked over to his dresser. The pig tried to look over his shoulder to see what the human was getting, but his bulk was too great for that. Finally Scott came back, holding a large silicone emu egg in his hands. It had a rubber rope attached to one end.\n “Wanna try taking this?” Scott asked.\n Magnus eyed the thing with some concern. “You think I can take it?” the boar asked.\n Scott shrugged. “I mean, I take it without too much issue, I’m sure a big boar like you would be able to fit it in your ass without any fuss. Besides,” he said with a wink, “it’s got a rope. I’m not afraid of losing it, if that’s what you’re getting after.”\n Never one to back down from a challenge, implied or otherwise, Magnus just grunted and lifted his curly tail. “Knock yourself out.”\n A grin curled across Scott’s face as he positioned himself behind the pig’s massive ass. Magnus’ bloated, gaping pucker awaited him, and he felt a shiver of anticipation flow down his spine. He’d always been attracted to nasty holes, had been as long as he could remember, and Magnus’s was a prime example of one. It spoke of hundreds of cocks, fists, and most likely an arm or two at one point or another. He had no idea why Magnus seemed so nervous; there was no doubt at all that the emu egg would fit. \n To be safe, however, Scott grabbed a nearby bottle of lube and applied it generously to the silicone surface of his toy. He used his free hand to spread it around, making sure to coat every inch to ensure an easy entrance. Then, he lined up the smaller end of the egg with Magnus’s asshole, and began to push.\n It was harder than he had expected. It had looked so loose that Scott thought he might not even need the help of the lube, but as he pushed, Magnus began to moan and his pucker barely budged. A little more power behind the pushing helped some, but it still was barely moving, and the pig’s noises were getting louder and louder.\n “Guess I’ll have to help out personally, then,” Scott murmured. Magnus’s ears flicked back, but before he could ask what Scott meant, he was shown.\n Scott closed his eyes and leaned forward, pressing his face against the pig’s puffy asslips. He began to lick at it, slurping gently but thoroughly, and slowly he made his way around the rim. It felt good to Magnus, but nothing changed at first. Then, almost imperceptibly, the boar’s asshole began to relax, and slowly but surely the emu egg was sucked in.\n The hardest part of the egg to fit in was the middle part, which was the thickest. Once Magnus’s ring slipped over that, the rest of it was sucked in with surprising force. Soon, the pig’s asshole closed again, with no hint of the egg except the rubber retrieval rope sticking out like second tail. Well, that, and Magnus’s moans as the egg pressed firmly against his prostate. His cock swelled up to its full size quite quickly, throbbing and drooling pre despite having just came buckets not five minutes before. \n Satisfied with his work, Scott slid onto the bed again and cuddled up to Magnus, bringing his lips inches from the boar’s. \n “Well?” he murmured. “What do you think?”\n Magnus couldn’t answer; he just pushed his lips against Scott’s and began to kiss him. The human reciprocated without hesitation, allowing the feral pig’s thick, sticky tongue to push deep into his mouth and his throat.\n Scott had no real conception of how much a boar could drool. Of course, he’d never even entertained the thought of making out with one before now, but whatever he was expecting, it wasn’t what he got; Magnus seemed to leak saliva like a faucet, pouring it into Scott’s mouth and forcing him to swallow whenever his tongue wasn’t down the human’s throat, plugging it up. Despite Scott’s best efforts, though, drool leaked from his maw copiously, coating his lips, chin and chest entirely before dribbling down onto the bed. It soaked into the sheets, joining Magnus’s cum as yet another bodily liquid that Scott would have to take care of later.\n The two embraced for a long while, each enjoying the delightful newness of their intercourse. This time it was Scott who pulled away, his face purple from lack of oxygen; the frequent plugging of his throat with Magnus’s tongue wasn’t great for his breathing, nor was the amount of drool he accidentally inhaled.\n “B-Magnus,” he gasped, “let’s take a break from kissing.”\n Though he wasn’t happy with the suggestion, Magnus saw how his friend was struggling and nodded. “We can always continue that later, stud,” he teased. “But I’m pent up. You want to help me out a little?”\n Despite him still catching his breath, Scott grinned and nodded. “I have just the idea,” he said.\n With some difficulty, Scott helped Magnus stand on the bed. The mattress was unfamiliar terrain for the boar’s cloven feet, and his weight meant that he sank into the pad much further than a person normally would. He ended up falling to his side a few times, and the wooden frame threatened to snap under all the stress. In the end, however, Scott had a standing pig whose belly just barely cleared the sheets.\n Scott took a moment to admire his partner, cock twitching yet again at the sight. He had no regrets asking Hamton to borrow a feral pig, and he fully intended to do that again. Even the gentle bulge of Magnus’s shit-filled stomach failed to put him off, coming across as somewhat erotic, given his knowledge that nothing was going to come out of there on accident.\n “Alright,” Magnus grunted, “I’m up. What now?” He wasn’t too happy at the effort that had been required of him, and he would be demanding a good reason for all the trouble he had to go through.\n Luckily, Scott was happy to give it to him. He didn’t respond, instead choosing to act; he clambered in front of Magnus and got on his back, bracing his feet against the bedpost and pushing himself under the feral hog with little issue. He barely cleared Magnus’s shit filled stomach, and soon he found his head just under the hog’s massive, dangling testicles, plump and round.\n Scott licked his lips, slurping up some drool that had dribbled out at the sight of his next meal. “Alright, Magnus,” he said, “lay down.”\n Magnus raised an eyebrow but complied, letting out a moan of surprise as he lowered his balls straight into Scott’s hungry, wet mouth. \n The explosion of taste across Scott’s tongue sent him into a near frenzy, and he began to suckle the sensitive skin of Magnus’s balls with a new appreciation. He hadn’t expected it to taste so good! The mixture of piss and cum taste, the hint of dirt and mud, it all combined to create the most enjoyable thing that Scott had in his mouth since the time Apollo took him out to a five star restaurant; and this was much, much cheaper. \n “O-Oh fuck,” Magnus moaned as Scott struggled to swallow one of his balls, “take it easy back there. I-I’m fuckin gonna cum if you keep doing that, it’s sensitive as hell.”\n Scott found nothing wrong with that idea, but Magnus evidently did; he stood up, yanking his balls out of Scott’s mouth with a plop and moving back a few inches. Now, Magnus’s sweaty, cum-smeared cock throbbed above the human’s mouth.\n “Sorry Scott,” the boar panted, “I don’t wanna cum again, I’m afraid I might get tired. But don’t worry; I got another treat for you.”\n With very little ceremony, Magnus lined up the tip of his cock with Scott’s mouth. Once he was certain it was secure, he let his full weight slam down on Scott, plunging his cock deep into the human’s throat. Only Scott’s nose was exposed, giving him just enough taint-scented air for him to stay conscious.\n Quite used to situations like these, Scott closed his eyes and got to work, willing his gag reflex away for now and focusing on using his throat to massage Magnus’s pink shaft. He might be boned if he made the pig cum, but for now he figured he was safe, and he was certain Magnus would tell him before climaxing. \n After a little while, Magnus began to whimper, and Scott’s eyes flew open. The pig’s cock began to tense, and the human began to tap at the boar’s flank, trying to alert him. He wasn’t certain he could take another full load of cum down the throat, but in an unlucky twist, that wasn’t what Magnus was whimpering about. As it turned out, Scott’s head was pressing right against the boar’s bladder, and he was having one hell of a time holding it in.\n Magnus wasn’t blind to his friend’s situation, and began to struggle his way up the second he noticed his bladder protesting. Unfortunately, his joints tended to give out when he was under immense pressure, and he was finding it difficult to find the strength to stand.\n “F-Fuck, fuck, I’m sorry Scott, this is going to be torture,” Magnus said, apologizing before the fact. “I-I’ve been holding it so long, but you like piss, right? I remember Hamton said you like piss, so it can’t be that bad, right?”\n Scott’s eyes widened as Magnus began to apologize, thinking that he was about to cum, but when he mentioned piss, he relaxed some. If it was just piss he would be fine; he was quite used to piss of all types, even hog piss, and though it was a bit strong, he could drink it all day. Then, the realization hit; he wouldn’t be drinking it, he’d be breathing it. Somehow the idea of acrid hog piss in his lungs seemed even worse than cum, and he began to flail under Magnus, panicking.\n It was far too late; Scott’s wriggling was enough to set him off, and with a long grunt Magnus began to piss down Scott’s throat. He handled the first few quarts rather well, guiding the stream directly into his stomach so that he didn’t even have to taste it, but his belly quickly filled up and it began to overflow back into his throat. Scott could experience it all; the oily, sharp taste was overwhelming, and as he tried to steady his breathing, the fumes from the urine billowed out his nose and burned his nose hairs. His eyes turned red and began to water, and for a while, his entire world was piss. \n Magnus’s piss stream began to die down, and Scott was beginning to think that he’d survived the worst of it. The boar knew better, but before he could begin to apologize, a second round of urine began to explode out into his human companion. This time it was extremely foamy, and the bubbles began to build up and dribble out of Scott’s nose. This burned, but the human’s grunts and groans of pain were all muffled by the hog’s immense weight pressing down on his mouth.\n Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Magnus’s piss stream tapered off, and by and by he found the strength to stand and pull his cock out of Scott’s throat. Scott immediately turned his head and coughed, a spray of piss splashing from his mouth onto the bed like a mouthful of vomit. A little vomit might have actually been mixed in there; truth be told he came close a few times, but his distress was so great that had he heaved and vomited, it would have been barely noticeable. \n “Jesus, Scott, I’m so sorry! Are you alright?” Magnus looked down at his friend with concern. He hadn’t wanted to subject him to that much torture, and he expected his friend to be spitting mad, but instead he saw that Scott wore a rueful smile. Was he really that much a masochist? \n “It’s — f-fuck…” Scott broke off as he coughed another lungful of pig piss out, splattering against the bedsheets. “Well fuck, that’s going to be one hell of a stain… b-but no, it’s fine. It was hell, but I’ve been through worse, and… well, honestly, it was kinda fun.”\n Magnus simply raised an eyebrow, and Scott grinned. “I’m one nasty fucker.”\n The pig took one look at the oil coating Scott’s teeth and decided that the human was right. \n “To be honest,” he said as he wriggled his way back, “the only thing I really can’t stand is pig shit. I can manage with it, sometimes, but it’s really unpleasant and I don’t get any enjoyment out of that at all.”\n Magnus shook his head and chuckled to himself. “You’re one interesting dude, Scott,” he said.\n Scott shrugged and gently massaged Magnus’s balls, eliciting a quiet moan from the pig. He satisfied himself with staring at Magnus’s immaculate asshole, licking his lips as he imagined what it would taste like. \n The pig noticed Scott’s interest. “You really wanna be back there, dontcha?” Scott nodded. “Well… if you don’t mind, you wanna do that thing you did, what with the tongue and all that? It felt… it felt really good, and my hole is kinda sore from taking that egg.”\n Scott frowned, noticing something amiss. “Speaking of the egg… it looks like it went deeper in your ass. The cord I’m supposed to use to yank it out is gone.”\n Magnus huffed, and if he could have shrugged, he would have. “My ass is kinda like that, it just sucks things up and rarely lets them out again.\n A grin curled across Scott’s face. “Well, let’s relax that ass of yours and see if I can’t get my toy back.”\n “Be my guest,” came the eager response. \n Scott launched into his task with palpable enthusiasm. He wasted no time in burying his face in Magnus’s nasty ass yet again, slurping and kissing at his puckered asslips, and he took great care in dragging his tongue across all the most sensitive spots. Magnus began to relax, sighing as his pucker lost all tension. \n At some point, Scott gathered all of the loose skin up into one bunch and pushed it all into his mouth, suckling on it like it was a prolapse. He was getting quite into it, too, bobbing his head and swirling his tongue around like it was his husband’s cock, occasionally pushing it deep inside to get a taste of raw pig ass. \n Just before he was about to pull away, Scott pushed his tongue in one last time, and to his surprise he got a long, jolting taste of something nasty and acidic. He recognized it immediately; liquid pig shit, the nastier, softer alternative to the firmer, normal type. He tried to jerk his head back immediately but was too late, and by the time he dislodged Magnus’s ass lips from his own, a long squirt of liquid shit had jetted into his mouth, and Scott was forced to swallow it.\n “F-Fuck! Fuck, Magnus, what was that?” Scott coughed, trying to rid his mouth of the horrendous taste. If his arms were free he’d try scraping his tongue clean, but he had to settle with licking the boar’s smooth ass instead.\n “I-I’m sorry Scott, I think you relaxed me too much!” Magnus said with a hint of panic in his voice.\n Scott paused. “What… what do you mean by too much?” Suddenly, he was acutely aware that he was pinned beneath a pig whose knees habitually got weak when he had to use the toilet.\n “W-Well… I’m feeling the plug moving back towards my shitter, and fast. Your egg, too. G-Get out, do it now! You’ve got like ten seconds, Scott!”\n Fuck. Scott looked around and quickly decided there was no way he could free himself from the pig’s bulk in ten seconds, especially since Magnus was rapidly lowering himself on the human. He did, however, manage to free one of his arms, and he frantically reached underneath his bed, searching for one toy in particular. Just a moment before Magnus was due to explode he found it, and he pulled it out and held it up into the light.\n“Scott, the fuck you doing?” Magnus asked incredulously. “What is that?”\n Scott grinned. “This, my friend, is going to be my savior. Oversized werewolf dildo with an inflatable knot.” \nMagnus got the idea immediately and nodded. “Stick ‘er in.”\n With no more ceremony than that, Scott slammed the massive canine cock into the pig’s ass and began to inflate like his life depended on it. Just as the knot formed a tight seal, Magnus’s belly gurgled and the shit began to rush out. The knot strained, stretching the hog’s pucker to the max, but it seemed to hold.\n A few moments passed, and there were no signs of the seal breaking. \n “A-Alright,” Scott said with a sigh of relief. “That should hold a while, give me time to figure out how to—”\n He had spoken too soon. Just as he was about to finish his sentence, the knotted seal sprang a leak. The liquid shit arced through the air and landed squarely on Scott’s face. He sputtered and shook his head, trying to get his face out of the way, but one leak turned into two, which turned into four, and soon it was obvious the dam was about to burst. \n Magnus and Scott looked at each other, eyes wide “Oh fu—!\n The dam burst, and Scott let out a yell at the same time Magnus let out a moan of relief, and the knotted dildo shot out onto the floor with a flood. A waterfall of watery brown shit thundered onto Scott’s face, getting up his nose, in his mouth, and even in his eyes, subjecting him to a world of acidic torture and pain. It took nearly a minute for the flow to subside, but Scott couldn’t stop screaming as he struggled to wipe the muck from his eyes.\n “G-Get ready,” Magnus grunted. “I feel it coming, that wasn’t the end. Fuck, I’m so sorry Scott, you’re going to smell like pig shit for weeks.”\n Scott opened his eyes just in time to see his silicone emu egg begin to push against Magnus’s hole. In his defense, the boar managed to keep his asshole squeezed tight for far longer than might have been expected, even to the point where the first few inches of the emu egg clearly were distending his pucker, but still he held. He wasn’t superhuman, however, and eventually it pushed out of his sphincter and slowly made its way out into the air. \nIt was covered in thick muck, brown shit coating every inch of it that was exposed to the air, and it steadily made its way out. Once it reached the crest, however, it paused, lodged awkwardly in the pig’s bowels and giving Scott a brief hope of relief. Magnus’s belly gurgled loudly, and the belabored pig gave a low, pained groan, but it held, and Scott began to work on wriggling himself out. \nHe might have made it too, if he were more patient. Progress was slow but steady as he wriggled his way out, but unsatisfied with the pace he’d set, Scott used his elbow to dig into Magnus’s belly as a way of leveraging himself. The pig let out a grunt of pain, and the gurgling in his belly began anew. Scott paused the moment he heard this, removing his sharp elbow immediately, but the damage was done; a spout of liquid pig shit sprang from around the egg, dribbling out slowly and trickling onto the human’s face. \nScott gagged at the vile taste and began to squirm more desperately. More and more of the liquid shit began to leak, until Magnus’s groans were as constant as the growlings in his stomach was loud. \n“I-I’m, I’m sorry Scott!” Magnus squeaked out. “It’s…!”\nThe pig didn’t have to finish his sentence; all at once, the pressure of the gas in Magnus’s belly shot the emu egg out with a pop, sending it jetting across the room and slamming into the door. This was followed by a general explosion of gas and liquid shit, spraying both Scott’s upper body and peppering everything within a ten foot radius behind the pig’s ass. Immediately afterwards Scott opened his eyes back up to see the gel plug bulging out Magnus’s asshole, barely peeking out but still pushing the pig’s asshole nearly five inches out. \n “J-Jesus,” he said to himself, “if this is the kind of plug Magnus shits out weekly, it’s no wonder his asshole is as ruined as it is.” It’s funny, the things we think of when we’re faced with certain doom.\n “I’m sorry,” Magnus apologized one last time. “It’s gonna be bad… you’re looking at a week or so of the nastiest food I’ve ever eaten… Hamton fed me Taco Hell almost constantly, before he even knew that we were going to be fucking…”\n Scott just shook his head. Goddamnit, Hamton. \n He barely had time to brace himself before the gel plug popped out. It plopped onto his head, but to Scott’s surprise, no deluge of pig muck followed. He risked opening his eyes, only to see something that astounded him; Magnus’s pucker was expanding to accommodate the first log, which was nearly as thick as Scott’s neck and certainly much longer. Though the room was warm, the heat roiling off the log was so strong that he could see it steaming the air, quickly followed by a stench that was somehow stronger than the liquid shit that Scott just had the misfortune of dealing with. He began to cough and gag anew, eyes watering. \n That single log pushed outward further and further, staying intact far longer than Scott thought possible, and he heard Magnus grunting and groaning as it came out. \n“A-Are… are you pushing, Magnus?” Scott asked incredulously. \nMagnus shook his head, though he knew Scott couldn’t see it. “I’m… f-fuuuck… I can’t help it coming out, it just, it’s just so much! God, I wish I’d eaten less…”\nWhatever retort Scott had prepared died on his lips as the brown log finally snapped, falling with a heavy thud on his face. The muck slathered his mouth and nose entirely, and he struggled not to retch as he felt it ooze down his left cheek and plop on the ground below. Scott opened his eyes, only to see the next log just beginning to break as well; he barely had enough time to close his mouth and eyes before it plopped down on him, landing with a sickening thud and taking its sweet time before rolling off onto the carpet. \n The pattern established, Scott suffered through his torture as well as could be expected. There was almost no respite from the constant repetition of a thick, long log breaking, smothering his face, and rolling off only to be replaced by another, and another, and another. All the while Magnus continued to groan and whine, making the human think that his pig friend was just pushing it all out to be done with it, and that he really could have held it if he’d put his mind to it. \nThere was plenty of time to get acquainted with the particulars of the pig’s shit, and he found himself able to discern what the pig had through the week, and what each particular log was made of. One might have chunks of corn mixed in, while another had little beans, nuts, and hints of the disgusting texture of half-digested mexican meat. The only break Scott got from the torture was when the pig would let out wet bursts of gas between logs, and then the air got so foggy and noxious that Scott could barely breathe it, let alone talk in it. \n Finally there was a break long enough for Scott to open his mouth, but just as he began to chew Magnus out, one final log slipped out without warning, landing squarely in the human’s mouth. His eyes went wide, and he struggled not to vomit it out. Though he tried his best to use his tongue to push it out, it was far too soft for that, and he found that his only option was to slowly chew it up, making it soft enough to swallow bit by bit. \nIt was firm, but not firm enough to really chew; rather, he kinda mushed it around with his teeth and tongue, which also ensured that he got the best taste he could of it. It was a bitter, nutty taste, with hints of earthy tones and just enough corn flavoring to make it somewhat bearable. He wasn’t certain if the fact that he could taste Magnus’s meal really made it better or worse, but as his gag reflex threatened to kick back in, Scott decided it best not to think of it. At the very least it was warm enough that he could sort of think of it as a meal; what he would have done if it were cold and cloying, he didn’t know. Scott heaved each time another mouthful went down, nearly vomiting all over himself, but by and by he pushed through, and finally his mouth was empty, and Magnus’s ass was, too.\nThe two laid there a while, each trying to catch their breath, and finally, Magnus slowly clambered to his feet. Scott wriggled out from underneath the boar, and though he slid into the pile of pig shit below, he couldn’t make himself care. Everything had been torture up to that point; what was a little more experience with pig shit?\n Magnus turned around on the bed and settled down, looking guiltily at his friend bathing in shit below.\n “...Scott, are you okay?” he asked.\n Scott took a while to answer, and Magnus began to fear that he’d fucked up Scott so much that they weren’t even going to be talking anymore. Then, a white-brown grin appeared in the muck, and his head popped out again.\n “Well,” said Scott, “that was shit… but fuck if I don’t want you over again soon.”", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "It wasn’t often that Scott had something to thank Hamton for, but as he clambered into bed with a very large, very sentient, and very feral boar, he decided that this was one of those times.
        The two had their disagreements quite often, usually because Hamton did something nasty and needlessly humiliating to Scott just for fun, but when Scott had the urge to fuck a feral pig, he went straight to Hamton. As one of them, Scott reasoned, he must know where to find a feral one. As it happened, Hamton was a farmer, and once Scott explained what he planned to do with the pig, Hamton was happy to comply.
        After checking out the livestock, Scott and Hamton both decided Magnus, a breeding hog, was the best choice. Magnus was sentient, which would help him understand what was going on, and since he was a breeding hog, that ensured he would be very experienced in the actual process of fucking (and more importantly, how not to crush his toy while doing it). A payment was made, hands were shook, and the next day, Magnus was loaded up on a transport truck and dropped off at Scott’s apartment for a playdate.
        Which brings us here.
        Scott grinned as he watched Magnus struggle to clamber onto the bed, grunting and oinking in frustration the whole way. Though the mattress sagged low and the frame groaned and bent beneath his weight, Magnus just wasn’t able to lift his back half on top of the bed.
        “C’mon, fuckin’ help me, Scott!” hissed Magnus as his cloven hooves scraped across the wooden floor.
        Uncaring of the scratches Magnus was surely gouging into his floor, Scott stood nearby, grinning and shaking his head. “I thought you said you could do it?” he teased as he knelt down, squaring his right shoulder in the center of Magnus’ ass. Bracing his feet against the wall nearby, he worked with Magnus and heaved each time the boar tried to lift himself on. Little by little they moved the feral pig onto the bed.
        Magnus panted doggedly as he slumped down on the bed at last, entirely tuckered out from the sheer strain of getting on. Though he hadn’t snapped back like he’d wanted to, due to the concentration it took to get up, he hadn’t forgotten Scott’s slight. As soon as he could speak, Magnus sniffed and rolled his eyes.
        “Not like you could do better if you were in my hooves. I betcha you couldn’t even get the first half of your body up here if you were me. Heck, you’d just stumble around even walking!”
        Not wanting to fight with the person he was about to fuck, Scott just shook his head and sighed. “Right you are, Magnus. But we’ve got more important things, don’t we?”
        Magnus allowed himself a little grin. “I should think so.”
        Scott stood at the side of the bed, and each one of them took a moment to appreciate the other visually.
        Magnus was about a prime example of a breeding hog as one could find nowadays. He was about six feet in length, and every single inch of that frame was packed tight with both fat and muscle. Because of this density, he weighed a bit more than a half ton, which was insane for any pig. His balls hung low between his legs, sized about a large egg each, and his thin, corkscrew cock was constantly rock hard, dribbling pre.
        All of this combined with his intelligence to make an insatiably horny pig.
        Most people would be turned off by this, but for Scott, these were all bonuses. He was no stranger to being around insatiably horny beings — Hamton, after all, was the very definition of one — and the thought of pleasuring something so immense just made him swoon. It helped that pigs and their various smells had rather grown on him, given a few incidents that had happened in the last few months.
        As for Scott, the boar took no great interest in his appearance. It would have been enough that he was simply horny and looking to get off, and such didn’t care too much about how groomed or ungroomed his partner was, but the thing of it is, he didn’t even have any concept of what a good looking human looked as opposed to a bad looking one. Sure, he could tell if they were, say, fat or not, but even then he didn’t make any value judgements either way. What could he care? He was a pig.
        Luckily for Magnus, Scott was good looking, if not plain. He was a good height with a standard build, somewhere between toned and plain as far as his muscles went, and he kept his chestnut hair cropped so short some people offered him a military discount. His ass wasn’t round and wasn’t flat, but the only thing Magnus really cared about it was that there was an asshole right in the middle. As long as the human had at least two holes and could stand his stench, there was no qualms on Magnus’ side about fucking.
        “Well?” grunted Magnus. “Let’s get on with it.”
        Scott blushed a bit at the boar’s bluntness, but he knew how it was. “Well, what would you want to start with?” he asked. Truthfully, he never really thought about what he’d want to do with a pig once he got to fucking, just that he wanted to do it.
        Magnus looked at Scott like he was crazy, clambering unsteadily onto all fours, wavering on the unfamiliar terrain of the mattress. “Well I’m gonna fuck your ass of course, what else do boys like you want?” He saw the somewhat offended look in Scott’s eye, and his tone softened. “Well come on, am I wrong? We both know what we want, and I’ll be you’re gonna look marvellous with a belly full of pig cum, aintcha?”
        Scott blushed again, but this time smiled and nodded. He slid under the boar from behind, ducking under his hanging balls, and soon his back was pressed against Magnus’ wide, round gut.
        The pig grunted as he got into position, and soon enough his long, thin cock pressing against Scott’s well-used hole. It found no resistance to pushing in.
        Scott hissed between his teeth at the oddly cold intrusion, but the surprise came less from the temperature and more from the feeling of it. He hadn’t any real conception of how a true feral pig cock would feel inside him, but he wasn’t expecting this. It wasn’t bad, really, and in fact it was quite good… it was just very long, very thin, and not too hard. If he had to put words to it, he would have said he was hoping it would be… rougher.
        He was just about to say this when Magnus began to thrust. Scott was completely unprepared and thrown forward roughly, and as his face was ground into it, Scott thanked his foresight in getting silk sheets specifically for Magnus. The sheer heft behind just one thrust was indescribable, and the human’s cock jumped to life at the thought of the sheer power those muscles had.
        Grunting and moans from both parties filled the room as they went at it, soon finding a steady rhythm of thrusting and pushing back. The bed rocked, the legs of it squeaked, and the headboard thumped against the wall, but neither paid it any mind. Magnus was too caught up in the pleasure of a loose asshole around his cock, and Scott was too caught up in the scent of his dom and the feeling of something so deep into him. Magnus’ massive balls slapped against Scott’s at the apex of each thrust, the sound getting stronger and stronger with each successive connection.
Their arousals reached a fever pitch and they both climaxed soon after that. A warmth flooded Scott’s bowels as Magnus began to cum, but unlike the usual thirty second pump and done that most people gave him, Magnus simply hooked Scott’s legs tighter and kept going. Scott’s cock had long since stopped spasming cum onto his new silk sheets, but the boar just kept going, and going, and going. Soon he felt the heat intensify, and his belly began to gurgle, swell and grow with the sheer amount of seed being pumped into it.
        He had never felt anything like this before. While Scott had been with his fair share of heavy cummers, and he’d been the recipient in more than a few orgies filled with tops, his belly had never reached more than ‘food baby’ stage, as far as roundness and tautness goes. This time, however, his belly swelled straight past that, and soon he was holding it and groaning.
        It passed the size of a small beer gut, then a large one, and before long it looked honest to god like he was pregnant. The skin of his stomach was taut, and small stretch marks spiderwebbed around his belly button as it popped out. The curve from his hips to his belly went from completely flat to nearly ninety degrees, and it was just as bad beneath his pecs, if not even worse. And to finish off the maternal look, his belly had swollen out nearly three feet before Magnus stopped, pressing firmly against the mattress and giving Scott a feeling of delightful fullness.
        A markedly less delightful feeling, however, was the foamy drool dribbling onto his back from the pig above him. It pooled between his shoulder blades before running down his spine, dribbling between his ass crack and onto the boar’s shaft. It was thick and slick, and would have made nice lube had the boar not already came inside the human.        
        “Jesus, Magnus,” Scott groused, “can’t you hold it in a little?”
        Magnus grunted on top of him, shifting but not pulling out. “It’s just how I am, Scott, no reason to get upset.”
        Scott sighed and rolled his eyes, choosing to ignore the disgusting ooze and focus instead on how absolutely massive his belly was. It pressed against the bed firmly beneath him, though his ass was hiked as high as he could possibly force it, and the constant feeling of needing to push it out, but not being allowed, was nearly orgasmic.
        The thought occurred to him that he could simply ask Magnus to stay there the rest of the day so he could just bask in the wonderful fullness until he passed out, but as Magnus grunted, he saw the pig’s legs beginning to shake and knew that he wouldn’t be able to hold that position for much longer, let alone all day. So, with a sigh, Scott made up his mind.
        “A-Alright, Magnus. If we’re going to get to the rest of our fun tonight, you’re going to have to pull out.”
        He could feel Magnus nodding above him, but he hesitated.
        “What is it?”
        “Just… won’t my cum just spill out all over your bed?”
        Scott hadn’t considered this; it would be inconvenient, but he couldn’t really think of another way. Had Magnus been more mobile and less feral, he’d just have had him carry him to the bathroom and let it all out in the bathtub, but as it was Scott wasn’t certain that Magnus could even clamber off his bed without trampling the human underfoot on accident.
        “I’ll just have to wash my bed,” he said with a tinge of regret. “It was probably going to get messy anyways. Go ahead and just pull out.”
        “You’re the boss.” If Magnus could shrug, he would have, and he dismounted from the cum-inflated human and rolled onto the side of the bed.
        Scott’s gaped out hole struggled to hold it in; it was a sight to behold. The human’s hole was puffy and an angry red, threatening to prolapse but for Scott’s straining effort to hold it all in. He did for a moment, and briefly he entertained the idea of dashing to the bathroom and just emptying himself in the tub after all. He might squirt some on the way, but the floor was hardwood and cleaned up relatively easily.
        Just as he started to back off the bed, his hole sprang a leak, and it was all downhill from there. Thick, white pig cum splattered onto his sheets, trickling at first, but in seconds the rest of his sphincter collapsed and it all gushed out in a torrent, spraying his bed with a sound like a power washer. It splattered all over Scott’s ass, legs, and on the ground, and even the pig was hit with the backlash from it, speckling his belly before drooling onto the sheets.
        “F-Fuuuck…” Scott moaned, his cock rock hard from the sensation. In the back of his mind he knew he’d just doomed himself to hours of cleanup, but the sensation of so much boiling hot cum rushing past his prostate drove him wild, and he very nearly added his own cum to the mix. Just before he climaxed, however, the spout wore out, and Scott was left with nothing but an empty ass, a sagging belly, and a ruined bed.
        Scott groaned and flopped onto his side, facing the boar and panting.
        “F-Fuck… that was something,” he murmured after he caught his breath. He reached forward, stroking the pig’s belly softly.
        Magnus nodded in agreement. “Never saw a human take all of my load,” he replied. “I was impressed honestly. You looked fuckin pregnant.” Scott blushed. “It’s a look that’s good on you. Maybe you and I should create it more often.”
        “Well… I’d like that. Next time, though, I’m laying down a plastic mat to catch it all.” Or three, he added mentally. It was quite a mess he made, and there was no doubt in his mind it would be made worse through the night.
        Scott found the strength to wriggle up against Magnus’s belly, and the two snuggled for a while, content to take a break before continuing their kinky play. Scott stroked Magnus’s belly softly, and frowned as he found it more taut than he’d expect. In fact, looking at it, it seemed as if it were swollen.
        He had but opened his mouth to comment on it when Magnus grunted, shaking his head.
        “Don’t worry about it. I’m real full right now, haven’t shat in a week, but I’m real plugged up. Nothing’s gonna get past that gel, I swear,” he assured Scott. Scott nodded and relaxed; he knew all about gel plugs in pigs, and the chances of it bursting now was unlikely. A few days, maybe, but he had nothing to fear from Magnus’s rear for now.
By and by, the two found strength returning to them.
        “You about ready?” Magnus said at length.
        Scott didn’t reply, just got up and walked over to his dresser. The pig tried to look over his shoulder to see what the human was getting, but his bulk was too great for that. Finally Scott came back, holding a large silicone emu egg in his hands. It had a rubber rope attached to one end.
        “Wanna try taking this?” Scott asked.
        Magnus eyed the thing with some concern. “You think I can take it?” the boar asked.
        Scott shrugged. “I mean, I take it without too much issue, I’m sure a big boar like you would be able to fit it in your ass without any fuss. Besides,” he said with a wink, “it’s got a rope. I’m not afraid of losing it, if that’s what you’re getting after.”
        Never one to back down from a challenge, implied or otherwise, Magnus just grunted and lifted his curly tail. “Knock yourself out.”
        A grin curled across Scott’s face as he positioned himself behind the pig’s massive ass. Magnus’ bloated, gaping pucker awaited him, and he felt a shiver of anticipation flow down his spine. He’d always been attracted to nasty holes, had been as long as he could remember, and Magnus’s was a prime example of one. It spoke of hundreds of cocks, fists, and most likely an arm or two at one point or another. He had no idea why Magnus seemed so nervous; there was no doubt at all that the emu egg would fit.
        To be safe, however, Scott grabbed a nearby bottle of lube and applied it generously to the silicone surface of his toy. He used his free hand to spread it around, making sure to coat every inch to ensure an easy entrance. Then, he lined up the smaller end of the egg with Magnus’s asshole, and began to push.
        It was harder than he had expected. It had looked so loose that Scott thought he might  not even need the help of the lube, but as he pushed, Magnus began to moan and his pucker barely budged. A little more power behind the pushing helped some, but it still was barely moving, and the pig’s noises were getting louder and louder.
        “Guess I’ll have to help out personally, then,” Scott murmured. Magnus’s ears flicked back, but before he could ask what Scott meant, he was shown.
        Scott closed his eyes and leaned forward, pressing his face against the pig’s puffy asslips. He began to lick at it, slurping gently but thoroughly, and slowly he made his way around the rim. It felt good to Magnus, but nothing changed at first. Then, almost imperceptibly, the boar’s asshole began to relax, and slowly but surely the emu egg was sucked in.
        The hardest part of the egg to fit in was the middle part, which was the thickest. Once Magnus’s ring slipped over that, the rest of it was sucked in with surprising force. Soon, the pig’s asshole closed again, with no hint of the egg except the rubber retrieval rope sticking out like second tail. Well, that, and Magnus’s moans as the egg pressed firmly against his prostate. His cock swelled up to its full size quite quickly, throbbing and drooling pre despite having just came buckets not five minutes before.
         Satisfied with his work, Scott slid onto the bed again and cuddled up to Magnus, bringing his lips inches from the boar’s.
        “Well?” he murmured. “What do you think?”
        Magnus couldn’t answer; he just pushed his lips against Scott’s and began to kiss him. The human reciprocated without hesitation, allowing the feral pig’s thick, sticky tongue to push deep into his mouth and his throat.
        Scott had no real conception of how much a boar could drool. Of course, he’d never even entertained the thought of making out with one before now, but whatever he was expecting, it wasn’t what he got; Magnus seemed to leak saliva like a faucet, pouring it into Scott’s mouth and forcing him to swallow whenever his tongue wasn’t down the human’s throat, plugging it up. Despite Scott’s best efforts, though, drool leaked from his maw copiously, coating his lips, chin and chest entirely before dribbling down onto the bed. It soaked into the sheets, joining Magnus’s cum as yet another bodily liquid that Scott would have to take care of later.
        The two embraced for a long while, each enjoying the delightful newness of their intercourse. This time it was Scott who pulled away, his face purple from lack of oxygen; the frequent plugging of his throat with Magnus’s tongue wasn’t great for his breathing, nor was the amount of drool he accidentally inhaled.
        “B-Magnus,” he gasped, “let’s take a break from kissing.”
        Though he wasn’t happy with the suggestion, Magnus saw how his friend was struggling and nodded. “We can always continue that later, stud,” he teased. “But I’m pent up. You want to help me out a little?”
        Despite him still catching his breath, Scott grinned and nodded. “I have just the idea,” he said.
        With some difficulty, Scott helped Magnus stand on the bed. The mattress was unfamiliar terrain for the boar’s cloven feet, and his weight meant that he sank into the pad much further than a person normally would. He ended up falling to his side a few times, and the wooden frame threatened to snap under all the stress. In the end, however, Scott had a standing pig whose belly just barely cleared the sheets.
        Scott took a moment to admire his partner, cock twitching yet again at the sight. He had no regrets asking Hamton to borrow a feral pig, and he fully intended to do that again. Even the gentle bulge of Magnus’s shit-filled stomach failed to put him off, coming across as somewhat erotic, given his knowledge that nothing was going to come out of there on accident.
        “Alright,” Magnus grunted, “I’m up. What now?” He wasn’t too happy at the effort that had been required of him, and he would be demanding a good reason for all the trouble he had to go through.
        Luckily, Scott was happy to give it to him. He didn’t respond, instead choosing to act; he clambered in front of Magnus and got on his back, bracing his feet against the bedpost and pushing himself under the feral hog with little issue. He barely cleared Magnus’s shit filled stomach, and soon he found his head just under the hog’s massive, dangling testicles, plump and round.
        Scott licked his lips, slurping up some drool that had dribbled out at the sight of his next meal. “Alright, Magnus,” he said, “lay down.”
        Magnus raised an eyebrow but complied, letting out a moan of surprise as he lowered his balls straight into Scott’s hungry, wet mouth.
        The explosion of taste across Scott’s tongue sent him into a near frenzy, and he began to suckle the sensitive skin of Magnus’s balls with a new appreciation. He hadn’t expected it to taste so good! The mixture of piss and cum taste, the hint of dirt and mud, it all combined to create the most enjoyable thing that Scott had in his mouth since the time Apollo took him out to a five star restaurant; and this was much, much cheaper.
        “O-Oh fuck,” Magnus moaned as Scott struggled to swallow one of his balls, “take it easy back there. I-I’m fuckin gonna cum if you keep doing that, it’s sensitive as hell.”
        Scott found nothing wrong with that idea, but Magnus evidently did; he stood up, yanking his balls out of Scott’s mouth with a plop and moving back a few inches. Now, Magnus’s sweaty, cum-smeared cock throbbed above the human’s mouth.
        “Sorry Scott,” the boar panted, “I don’t wanna cum again, I’m afraid I might get tired. But don’t worry; I got another treat for you.”
        With very little ceremony, Magnus lined up the tip of his cock with Scott’s mouth. Once he was certain it was secure, he let his full weight slam down on Scott, plunging his cock deep into the human’s throat. Only Scott’s nose was exposed, giving him just enough taint-scented air for him to stay conscious.
        Quite used to situations like these, Scott closed his eyes and got to work, willing his gag reflex away for now and focusing on using his throat to massage Magnus’s pink shaft. He might be boned if he made the pig cum, but for now he figured he was safe, and he was certain Magnus would tell him before climaxing.
        After a little while, Magnus began to whimper, and Scott’s eyes flew open. The pig’s cock began to tense, and the human began to tap at the boar’s flank, trying to alert him. He wasn’t certain he could take another full load of cum down the throat, but in an unlucky twist, that wasn’t what Magnus was whimpering about. As it turned out, Scott’s head was pressing right against the boar’s bladder, and he was having one hell of a time holding it in.
        Magnus wasn’t blind to his friend’s situation, and began to struggle his way up the second he noticed his bladder protesting. Unfortunately, his joints tended to give out when he was under immense pressure, and he was finding it difficult to find the strength to stand.
        “F-Fuck, fuck, I’m sorry Scott, this is going to be torture,” Magnus said, apologizing before the fact. “I-I’ve been holding it so long, but you like piss, right? I remember Hamton said you like piss, so it can’t be that bad, right?”
        Scott’s eyes widened as Magnus began to apologize, thinking that he was about to cum, but when he mentioned piss, he relaxed some. If it was just piss he would be fine; he was quite used to piss of all types, even hog piss, and though it was a bit strong, he could drink it all day. Then, the realization hit; he wouldn’t be drinking it, he’d be breathing it. Somehow the idea of acrid hog piss in his lungs seemed even worse than cum, and he began to flail under Magnus, panicking.
        It was far too late; Scott’s wriggling was enough to set him off, and with a long grunt Magnus began to piss down Scott’s throat. He handled the first few quarts rather well, guiding the stream directly into his stomach so that he didn’t even have to taste it, but his belly quickly filled up and it began to overflow back into his throat. Scott could experience it all; the oily, sharp taste was overwhelming, and as he tried to steady his breathing, the fumes from the urine billowed out his nose and burned his nose hairs. His eyes turned red and began to water, and for a while, his entire world was piss.
        Magnus’s piss stream began to die down, and Scott was beginning to think that he’d survived the worst of it. The boar knew better, but before he could begin to apologize, a second round of urine began to explode out into his human companion. This time it was extremely foamy, and the bubbles began to build up and dribble out of Scott’s nose. This burned, but the human’s grunts and groans of pain were all muffled by the hog’s immense weight pressing down on his mouth.
        Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Magnus’s piss stream tapered off, and by and by he found the strength to stand and pull his cock out of Scott’s throat. Scott immediately turned his head and coughed, a spray of piss splashing from his mouth onto the bed like a mouthful of vomit. A little vomit might have actually been mixed in there; truth be told he came close a few times, but his distress was so great that had he heaved and vomited, it would have been barely noticeable.
        “Jesus, Scott, I’m so sorry! Are you alright?” Magnus looked down at his friend with concern. He hadn’t wanted to subject him to that much torture, and he expected his friend to be spitting mad, but instead he saw that Scott wore a rueful smile. Was he really that much a masochist?
        “It’s — f-fuck…” Scott broke off as he coughed another lungful of pig piss out, splattering against the bedsheets. “Well fuck, that’s going to be one hell of a stain… b-but no, it’s fine. It was hell, but I’ve been through worse, and… well, honestly, it was kinda fun.”
        Magnus simply raised an eyebrow, and Scott grinned. “I’m one nasty fucker.”
        The pig took one look at the oil coating Scott’s teeth and decided that the human was right.
        “To be honest,” he said as he wriggled his way back, “the only thing I really can’t stand is pig shit. I can manage with it, sometimes, but it’s really unpleasant and I don’t get any enjoyment out of that at all.”
        Magnus shook his head and chuckled to himself. “You’re one interesting dude, Scott,” he said.
        Scott shrugged and gently massaged Magnus’s balls, eliciting a quiet moan from the pig. He satisfied himself with staring at Magnus’s immaculate asshole, licking his lips as he imagined what it would taste like.
        The pig noticed Scott’s interest. “You really wanna be back there, dontcha?” Scott nodded. “Well… if you don’t mind, you wanna do that thing you did, what with the tongue and all that? It felt… it felt really good, and my hole is kinda sore from taking that egg.”
        Scott frowned, noticing something amiss. “Speaking of the egg… it looks like it went deeper in your ass. The cord I’m supposed to use to yank it out is gone.”
        Magnus huffed, and if he could have shrugged, he would have. “My ass is kinda like that, it just sucks things up and rarely lets them out again.
        A grin curled across Scott’s face. “Well, let’s relax that ass of yours and see if I can’t get my toy back.”
        “Be my guest,” came the eager response.
        Scott launched into his task with palpable enthusiasm. He wasted no time in burying his face in Magnus’s nasty ass yet again, slurping and kissing at his puckered asslips, and he took great care in dragging his tongue across all the most sensitive spots. Magnus began to relax, sighing as his pucker lost all tension.
        At some point, Scott gathered all of the loose skin up into one bunch and pushed it all into his mouth, suckling on it like it was a prolapse. He was getting quite into it, too, bobbing his head and swirling his tongue around like it was his husband’s cock, occasionally pushing it deep inside to get a taste of raw pig ass.
        Just before he was about to pull away, Scott pushed his tongue in one last time, and to his surprise he got a long, jolting taste of something nasty and acidic. He recognized it immediately; liquid pig shit, the nastier, softer alternative to the firmer, normal type. He tried to jerk his head back immediately but was too late, and by the time he dislodged Magnus’s ass lips from his own, a long squirt of liquid shit had jetted into his mouth, and Scott was forced to swallow it.
        “F-Fuck! Fuck, Magnus, what was that?” Scott coughed, trying to rid his mouth of the horrendous taste. If his arms were free he’d try scraping his tongue clean, but he had to settle with licking the boar’s smooth ass instead.
        “I-I’m sorry Scott, I think you relaxed me too much!” Magnus said with a hint of panic in his voice.
        Scott paused. “What… what do you mean by too much?” Suddenly, he was acutely aware that he was pinned beneath a pig whose knees habitually got weak when he had to use the toilet.
        “W-Well… I’m feeling the plug moving back towards my shitter, and fast. Your egg, too. G-Get out, do it now! You’ve got like ten seconds, Scott!”
        Fuck. Scott looked around and quickly decided there was no way he could free himself from the pig’s bulk in ten seconds, especially since Magnus was rapidly lowering himself on the human. He did, however, manage to free one of his arms, and he frantically reached underneath his bed, searching for one toy in particular. Just a moment before Magnus was due to explode he found it, and he pulled it out and held it up into the light.
“Scott, the fuck you doing?” Magnus asked incredulously. “What is that?”
        Scott grinned. “This, my friend, is going to be my savior. Oversized werewolf dildo with an inflatable knot.”
Magnus got the idea immediately and nodded. “Stick ‘er in.”
        With no more ceremony than that, Scott slammed the massive canine cock into the pig’s ass and began to inflate like his life depended on it. Just as the knot formed a tight seal, Magnus’s belly gurgled and the shit began to rush out. The knot strained, stretching the hog’s pucker to the max, but it seemed to hold.
        A few moments passed, and there were no signs of the seal breaking.
        “A-Alright,” Scott said with a sigh of relief. “That should hold a while, give me time to figure out how to—”
        He had spoken too soon. Just as he was about to finish his sentence, the knotted seal sprang a leak. The liquid shit arced through the air and landed squarely on Scott’s face. He sputtered and shook his head, trying to get his face out of the way, but one leak turned into two, which turned into four, and soon it was obvious the dam was about to burst.
        Magnus and Scott looked at each other, eyes wide “Oh fu—!
        The dam burst, and Scott let out a yell at the same time Magnus let out a moan of relief, and the knotted dildo shot out onto the floor with a flood. A waterfall of watery brown shit thundered onto Scott’s face, getting up his nose, in his mouth, and even in his eyes, subjecting him to a world of acidic torture and pain. It took nearly a minute for the flow to subside, but Scott couldn’t stop screaming as he struggled to wipe the muck from his eyes.
        “G-Get ready,” Magnus grunted. “I feel it coming, that wasn’t the end. Fuck, I’m so sorry Scott, you’re going to smell like pig shit for weeks.”
        Scott opened his eyes just in time to see his silicone emu egg begin to push against Magnus’s hole. In his defense, the boar managed to keep his asshole squeezed tight for far longer than might have been expected, even to the point where the first few inches of the emu egg clearly were distending his pucker, but still he held. He wasn’t superhuman, however, and eventually it pushed out of his sphincter and slowly made its way out into the air.
It was covered in thick muck, brown shit coating every inch of it that was exposed to the air, and it steadily made its way out. Once it reached the crest, however, it paused, lodged awkwardly in the pig’s bowels and giving Scott a brief hope of relief. Magnus’s belly gurgled loudly, and the belabored pig gave a low, pained groan, but it held, and Scott began to work on wriggling himself out.
He might have made it too, if he were more patient. Progress was slow but steady as he wriggled his way out, but unsatisfied with the pace he’d set, Scott used his elbow to dig into Magnus’s belly as a way of leveraging himself. The pig let out a grunt of pain, and the gurgling in his belly began anew. Scott paused the moment he heard this, removing his sharp elbow immediately, but the damage was done; a spout of liquid pig shit sprang from around the egg, dribbling out slowly and trickling onto the human’s face.
Scott gagged at the vile taste and began to squirm more desperately. More and more of the liquid shit began to leak, until Magnus’s groans were as constant as the growlings in his stomach was loud.
“I-I’m, I’m sorry Scott!” Magnus squeaked out. “It’s…!”
The pig didn’t have to finish his sentence; all at once, the pressure of the gas in Magnus’s belly shot the emu egg out with a pop, sending it jetting across the room and slamming into the door. This was followed by a general explosion of gas and liquid shit, spraying both Scott’s upper body and peppering everything within a ten foot radius behind the pig’s ass. Immediately afterwards Scott opened his eyes back up to see the gel plug bulging out Magnus’s asshole, barely peeking out but still pushing the pig’s asshole nearly five inches out.
        “J-Jesus,” he said to himself, “if this is the kind of plug Magnus shits out weekly, it’s no wonder his asshole is as ruined as it is.” It’s funny, the things we think of when we’re faced with certain doom.
        “I’m sorry,” Magnus apologized one last time. “It’s gonna be bad… you’re looking at a week or so of the nastiest food I’ve ever eaten… Hamton fed me Taco Hell almost constantly, before he even knew that we were going to be fucking…”
        Scott just shook his head. Goddamnit, Hamton.
        He barely had time to brace himself before the gel plug popped out. It plopped onto his head, but to Scott’s surprise, no deluge of pig muck followed. He risked opening his eyes, only to see something that astounded him; Magnus’s pucker was expanding to accommodate the first log, which was nearly as thick as Scott’s neck and certainly much longer. Though the room was warm, the heat roiling off the log was so strong that he could see it steaming the air, quickly followed by a stench that was somehow stronger than the liquid shit that Scott just had the misfortune of dealing with. He began to cough and gag anew, eyes watering.
        That single log pushed outward further and further, staying intact far longer than Scott thought possible, and he heard Magnus grunting and groaning as it came out.
“A-Are… are you pushing, Magnus?” Scott asked incredulously.
Magnus shook his head, though he knew Scott couldn’t see it. “I’m… f-fuuuck… I can’t help it coming out, it just, it’s just so much! God, I wish I’d eaten less…”
Whatever retort Scott had prepared died on his lips as the brown log finally snapped, falling with a heavy thud on his face. The muck slathered his mouth and nose entirely, and he struggled not to retch as he felt it ooze down his left cheek and plop on the ground below. Scott opened his eyes, only to see the next log just beginning to break as well; he barely had enough time to close his mouth and eyes before it plopped down on him, landing with a sickening thud and taking its sweet time before rolling off onto the carpet.
        The pattern established, Scott suffered through his torture as well as could be expected. There was almost no respite from the constant repetition of a thick, long log breaking, smothering his face, and rolling off only to be replaced by another, and another, and another. All the while Magnus continued to groan and whine, making the human think that his pig friend was just pushing it all out to be done with it, and that he really could have held it if he’d put his mind to it.
There was plenty of time to get acquainted with the particulars of the pig’s shit, and he found himself able to discern what the pig had through the week, and what each particular log was made of. One might have chunks of corn mixed in, while another had little beans, nuts, and hints of the disgusting texture of half-digested mexican meat. The only break Scott got from the torture was when the pig would let out wet bursts of gas between logs, and then the air got so foggy and noxious that Scott could barely breathe it, let alone talk in it.
        Finally there was a break long enough for Scott to open his mouth, but just as he began to chew Magnus out, one final log slipped out without warning, landing squarely in the human’s mouth. His eyes went wide, and he struggled not to vomit it out. Though he tried his best to use his tongue to push it out, it was far too soft for that, and he found that his only option was to slowly chew it up, making it soft enough to swallow bit by bit.
It was firm, but not firm enough to really chew; rather, he kinda mushed it around with his teeth and tongue, which also ensured that he got the best taste he could of it. It was a bitter, nutty taste, with hints of earthy tones and just enough corn flavoring to make it somewhat bearable. He wasn’t certain if the fact that he could taste Magnus’s meal really made it better or worse, but as his gag reflex threatened to kick back in, Scott decided it best not to think of it. At the very least it was warm enough that he could sort of think of it as a meal; what he would have done if it were cold and cloying, he didn’t know. Scott heaved each time another mouthful went down, nearly vomiting all over himself, but by and by he pushed through, and finally his mouth was empty, and Magnus’s ass was, too.
The two laid there a while, each trying to catch their breath, and finally, Magnus slowly clambered to his feet. Scott wriggled out from underneath the boar, and though he slid into the pile of pig shit below, he couldn’t make himself care. Everything had been torture up to that point; what was a little more experience with pig shit?
        Magnus turned around on the bed and settled down, looking guiltily at his friend bathing in shit below.
        “...Scott, are you okay?” he asked.
        Scott took a while to answer, and Magnus began to fear that he’d fucked up Scott so much that they weren’t even going to be talking anymore. Then, a white-brown grin appeared in the muck, and his head popped out again.
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