What felt like hours later, his eyes slowly peeled open with a rapid series of blinks and a wide yawn. With a squint, he realized that his muzzle was gagged with a big red ball. When he tried to reach up and undo the latch on the back of his head, he once again found himself to be without arms to do so, though the twiddling of his little hoof toes showed that at least he’d gotten those back. He wasn’t in any kind of sitting position, it was more of a face down laying pose, with his belly and chest on some sort of curved cushion that made the pig think of a motorcycle seat for multiple people. There was a loop of cushion for his face too, like at a massage parlor that he’d seen in movies. Was he getting a tiny person walking on his back or something? If that was the case, then why didn’t he have his arms on? Another red flag was that his lower half was somewhat hanging off the edge of the cushion, and pushed through a cushioned hole in the wall, with a fabric harness suspending him up a bit for balance. To Doz though, it felt like he’d sat in a bucket and gotten stuck, then flopped over onto his belly on the cushions. This all added up to what was actually going on. The pig was strapped into one of those anonymous sex boxes that you sometimes see in pornos, where only the ass and pussy are poking out of a wall for people to tease and use. There was even a big bottle of lube and a box of condoms on a little shelf to the right of his plump rear end.

The sounds of a door swinging open were heard, followed by heavy footsteps, then a zipper, and a long, relieved sigh from something big and masculine. The bear who’d just entered was focused on one thing at a time as he emptied his bladder into the urinal next to the stall with Doz in it. After a little shake and dance to get the last few drops of piss from the exposed pink cocktip, he stuffed it and his balls back into his boxer briefs and went to wash his hands, humming idly. This was Russel, by the way, he works as a night manager at the twenty four seven Want-A-Wiener place down the road, and no, it’s not a gay strip club, it’s a poorly named fast food place that serves a lot of hotdogs. The fact that Russel’s dick is ten inches long and as thick as a soda can is not related to his job, but it IS related to this story bit!

As he was washing his hands in the sink that was too short for someone of his size, the bear just happened to look in the mirror. There, in the half open toilet stall, was the curly pig tail, and a pair of pink buttcheeks. Of course, being a curious bear, he had to go over and check it out. 

    As he got there, the butt wiggled a bit, the pudgy tailhole giving a firm wink, followed by a quiver from the drooling sex below. Russel couldn’t help himself, both paws moved to cup the pig’s ass, mooshing the chubby cheeks playfully. It had been far too long since he’d gotten off to something more than his left hand, and obviously this was a free offering. Someone had replaced an entire stall with this well made device and he was going to be the first one to test it out. It really wasn’t all that out of left field in a town full of super scientists, and Russel had signed his fair share of agreements and such to get a little extra cash by stumbling into market research and stuff like that.

    Doz quivered heavily when he felt the soft, somewhat oily pawpads spreading and squishing along his rear end. The two clawed thumbs pressed against his butthole, adding pressure until they were just about to slip in, before Russel gave a low grumble of approval. The pig let out a sigh of resignation. He could still feel his own excitement growing. Yet again, a new experience that he was finding to be exactly the right combination to get his motors running on full steam ahead, next stop horny town.

    Meanwhile, Russel had ditched his pants over the wall of the stall, and flipped the waistband of his underwear down, with his heavy, brown furred balls and plump sheath out on top of them. His ursine prick was almost instantly at attention from the moment he started touching the presented ass. The blunt head throbbed excitedly, producing a rather runny, slippery droplet of precum, before it and the rest of his cock was rolled into the confines of a heavily lubricated condom. “Hope ya got somethin’ to hold onto in there. Here it comes.”

    With that warning, he guided the fat cockhead right up to the puffy, almost feral cunt lips, and pressed forward, smooshing the reservoir tip against the pig. Doz groaned out into the gag, both eyes clenched shut as the rather girthy rod pushed and pushed, until his pussy finally gave in and a few inches of throbbing bearhood sank up inside of him with an audible *shlick* “Christ, it’s like an oven in there, you in heat or somethin’?”

    No answer from the stall as the pig’s jaw tensed hard enough to coax a pop out of the right side and a bit of pain. Damn, he’d bitten down hard enough to pull a muscle in his jaw, that was gonna ache for a damn good while! Of course, the bear got to hear nothing but muffled moaning, and the offered hole didn’t pull away, so he took it as a sign of enjoyment. One of his paws wrapped around Doz’s tail and used it to steady his weight as he began steadily pushing forward, sinking himself deeper and deeper into the tightly clenching, undulating hole that kept teasingly trying to milk the bear for everything he had stored up over the last week or so, since he’d last rubbed one out.

    The bear’s free hand curled over the top of the stall wall, and he pressed his forehead and the top of his muzzle against the cold steel of it to rest it while he fucked. Each of his hot, slightly beef smelling breaths sent a big patch of fog down the gray painted wall. His hips had pushed him as far as he could, the latex tip of the condomed cock was pressed firmly against the pig’s cervix, with another two inches resting just outside. It was just enough that his rather rotund orbs were pressed against the smaller lad’s inner thighs, tickling the slippery wet flesh teasingly as they pulsed with a desire to dump their payload.

    Now that he’d learned the limits of what he was working with, the bear began to thrust, pulling his hips back and rapidly slamming himself as deep as he could, over and over. The bear wasn’t going to let this opportunity go to waste. Doz’s toe hoof things were all curled and tensed, and he could feel the muscles in his lower belly complaining like he’d done way too many sit-ups at the gym. Still the bear fucked like a champion, and the pig somewhat wished that he could get his contact information for another time, where he was a bit more in control of who put what in where. 

    Sadly, after so long without an adequate release, Russel could feel the urge to finish rising with every thrust. Within three minutes of starting, the bear dug his claws into the steel lip on top of the stall wall, leaving deep cuts in the metal and paint as those heavy nuts tensed, then pulsed, twitching upwards over and over with the throbbing of his erupting cock. Each quiver sent another wave of warmth into the latex bubble growing inside the pig’s tunnel. Doz couldn’t help it, his pussy clenched and rhythmically undulated in time with his own orgasm, milking each of the thick, goopy ropes of ursine spooge from the bear’s balls and cock.

    By the time Russel was finished, he’d formed a pretty sizable cum balloon inside of the pig. Head resting against the wall, tongue slightly stuck out, panting out heavily to try and catch his breath, he slowly began to withdraw, having to hold the base of the rubber a bit to plop the bubble of semen free of the somewhat gaped, dripping pussy. The bear looked around for a moment after pulling the condom off and tying it, before he plopped it up on the shelf, next to the box and lube. The damn thing had to be full enough to match the size of a baseball. 

    He tucked his softening cock back into his boxer briefs, and pulled on his pants, one leg at a time. Before leaving though, he patted his pockets, and brought out a sharpie from work…. “Bear approved” right across the poor pig’s right buttcheek, with an arrow pointing towards the winking pussy lips.

    About three hours later, poor Doz was once again close to passing out from exhaustion and overstimulation. The box of condoms was completely empty, there was lube spilled everywhere, people had been writing lewd things on his butt and the wall around him, and his poor butthole and pussy were gaped, sore, and absolutely pumped full of various species of semen. This was about the time when Terry the Terror Moth arrived.

    Terry’s literally an anthro mothman like creature that generally roams the area, being a nuisance to clothworks and street lights. Tonight though, he was looking to unload a hefty clutch of unfertilized eggs, and rumors informed the insect lad that there was a rather easy target available for him to deposit them in!

    An excited chattering noise escaped him as he dropped his pants on the floor and strode into the open stall, not even bothering to close the door behind him. It took only a moment to unsheathe from the cloacal vent between his legs, one of the super fluffy, three fingered hands wrapped around the prehensile yellow length of drippy, slippery moth dong. 

    The pig let out a squeak into the well chewed gag as he felt something new. The pointed tip of the ribbed, slickened prick just slurped right up into his tailhole and followed the bends and curves of the tunnel, rather than just forcing a path for itself. Another difference was that it felt like it was getting longer, each ridge starting to stretch and add to the length like an accordion, or an earthworm moving along the ground. It didn’t stop, it just kept inching deeper and deeper into the pig’s guts.

    It was so damned deep inside him, he felt like any minute he’d be able to feel it coming up his throat like one of those tentacle pornos on the internet. While in reality, the moth’s penis slash ovipositor thing wasn’t NEARLY long enough to make it to the pig’s stomach, it was actually a little ways past his colon, when Terry widened his stance for more balance, and let out a sigh. 

    A warm burst of yellowish white slime gushed free from the tip of the prick, all in one big splash. A moment later and Doz thought that maybe whatever was fucking him had a knot? No, the bulge pushed itself up into his butthole, stretching it just a bit, in the already gaped state it was in. The bulb continued to run along the length though, bulging out the cock and by proxy, the pig’s butt tunnels. Doz was confused as heck at the magically sliding knot, until he finally felt it plop out of the member entirely. Wait, was something laying eggs in his guts? Was he going to explode in a few hours? Wait no, He was being monitored, there was no way O’Hara would let something ACTUALLY bad happen to him.


    After the first egg plopped up into him, he let out a soft sigh. He could still feel the member throbbing and leaking more goo so deep inside of him. Of course, what kind of bug only lays one egg? So, a second later, another bulge began a journey up into his guts, followed by another, and another, until the poor pig lost count. By the time Terry had finished up fully, he looked much slimmer and a lot happier. With an audible shlooooooooop of his cock slipping out and back into his cloaca, he gave a chattering noise, pulled his pants on, and left the bathroom as Doz slowly but surely passed out once more in a state of overfilled, over-stimulated exhaustion.