The man took another drag off his cigarette, looking like he was pondering something, while the pig kept sucking his cock, fiddling with his nipples as he did. “Still, I suppose we need a name for you, eh pig? I can’t just keep calling you pig, after all.”
That…that wasn’t right. He had a name, didn’t he? It was hard with his mouth glued to the man’s cock, but he twisted his eyes over, to the badge still pinned to the uniform shirt he’d stripped off earlier. Robertson. Something Robertson. And…and he had a wife, and he…he shouldn’t be doing this. He shouldn’t be on the side of the fuycking highway, sucking off a stranger, no…no matter how much he might enjoy it. It took all of his energy, but he pulled himself away–it took so much force, that he ended up falling on his chubby ass on the pavement, which hurt, but the pain only brought his mind back more. “Fuck…fuck you, I have a name, you son of a bitch. My…My name is Robertson, and…and you’re under arrest, you fucking pervert.”
The man took a drag off his cigarette, and laughed. “Pig, you’re no cop–not anymore. Hey–I’ll tell you what. If you can fit in that uniform there, then I’ll let you arrest me, tough guy. Go on, I want to see you try.”
So he tried. He grabbed the shirt, and while he could get it over his shoulders, no matter how hard he tugged, there was no hope that he could possibly button it. Undeterred, he tried with the pants, but his thighs and ass had swollen so large that he couldn’t even get them close to his waist. “They…they fit me earlier. I was wearing them…”
“No pig, you weren’t–you weren’t wearing anything, because pigs don’t get to wear clothes.”
“They don’t?”
“Fuck no–now take those fucking things off, you dumb ass, and give them to me”
Confused, the pig none the less did as the man said, took off the uniform, and handed them to the man, watching as he got out his lighter, set them aflame, and chucked them a few yards off in front of the car. “That ain’t nobody anymore. And that means, you don’t have a name, right?”
“I…I suppose so.”
“How about Porgy? I think I’m going to call you that for a while, and see if it sticks. You like that name, I think. It makes your little, tiny piggy cock leak a bit whenever I call you that, doesn’t it? Just like how it makes you link knowing you’re naked in front of all of these fucking people. You’re one horny pig at this point, I bet–so why don’t we make you cum? Pig’s like you can only cum with a cock in their asspussy though, so you’d better bend over the front of the truck, Porgy.”
Porgy didn’t really…understand much of that, but his puny cock was hard, and he did want to feel that man’s big cock in his ass, really bad. With a snort, he waddled over and bent over the front of the truck, the metal hot on his flesh, ass towards the road. The man got out and came around behind him, sucking on his fingers and getting them wet, before probing around in the pigs hole with two or three, listening to the man’s grunts of pain turn to snorts of pleasure.
“Fuck, I love hairless pigs like you–not a hair anywhere on your body. Nude crotch, nothing in your crack, not even anything on that head of yours,” the man said, watching the hair on the man’s scalp retract, and he palmed Porgy’s head, “Feel’s good, huh Porgy? Good to have a man taking control of you, good to have his fingers in your cunt, good to show the whole world what a fat slut you are?” One last drag off that cigarette, and all that was left was a small butt. “Open up Porgy.”
The pig opened wide–the man snuffed his butt out on the pig’s tongue and then fed it to him, made the pig lick his fingers clean afterward, and took his time lighting another cig, the pig getting antsy, hungry to feel a real man’s cock deep in his piggy hole for the first time, dribbles of precum wetting the pavement beneath him as it dripped from his gunt. With another cigarette, he figured the pig was finally ready for his first proper fuck. He lined himself up and slipped in, the pig’s cunt giving no resistance, and Porgy let loose his first real squeal, bucking back, feeling his entire hole light up with pleasure, with need. This…this was his purpose, this was what he was made for, this is what he needed to to, needed to be. The first orgasm overwhelmed his entire body, his smooth skin shaking, eyes rolling back in his head as cum gushed out of his gunt across the asphalt beneath him.
The man pulled out, and ordered the pig to turn around. Not sure what the man was doing, he felt the man heft up his low hanging apron, and thrust himself inside the pig’s cock cavity. It hurt, feeling the man’s cock pound against his own, and yet…it felt good too. “How does it feel, huh? having a cock so small, being so fat that you might as well be a pussy? That you have a front hole where a cock should be?” The man twisted the pig’s nipples, and felt a second gush of cum flood around out around his cock as he thrust deeper, the pig’s cock shrinking even further up into his body. He pulled his cigarette free from his mouth after a long drag, leaned in and locked lips, feeding the pig his smoke, listening to the car honking behind them, the sound of tires grinding along the shoulder behind them. He looked up after the kiss, and saw a second pig climbing off a motorcycle and coming towards them. He hadn’t really planned on collecting two pigs today, but he wasn’t about to turn another one down, if they were coming to him.
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