Clyde told himself he’d just suck one. Maybe, if he sucked one, the rest of the guys would feel like they’d had their fun, and would leave him alone. He looked around, surveying his workmates’ cocks, sizing them up…wondering how each of them might taste. Eventually, one of the hornier guys made the choice for him. “It’s not a fuckin’ buffet, pig, fuckin’ get to work already!” He said, grabbing Clyde by the hair, pulling so the pig moaned in pain, and then slammed his cock into his mouth. It wasn’t one of the largest, by any measure–just around four inches…but as Clyde sucked, and he started getting hornier, he found himself caught up in a fantasy, that the shaft was growing in his mouth, down his throat, large enough to make him gag and choke, thick enough to stretch his jaw. Thinking about how…how much of a whore he’d feel like, if he was servicing a cock like that.
He was so caught up in his fantasy, that it took a deep thrust by the guy down his throat, forcing a gag out of him, to realize his sudden, unbidden fantasy had, in fact, come true. He didn’t have much time for thoughts after that, he was too caught up in figuring out how to breathe, while still getting the cock lodged as deep in his throat as he possible could, hungry for a load, a…big load, fuck, filling his mouth, running down his chin onto his chest…
The man exploded, his suddenly huge balls constricting and unleashing a blast of cum so huge, and so deep, that Clyde felt the seed push up into his sinuses, burning and making his eyes water as cum streamed out his nose and out from around his mouth, the man still thrusting until Clyde had to pull away, wiping cum from his face, the guy staring down, agog at his now massive cock and huge balls still dribbling cum onto the gravel, and Clyde could only gawk at it, at…at the size of it, and he realized he’d been mistaken. There was no way he could only suck one cock–he…he wanted more. Besides, it was only fair, right? But more than that, the guy’s couldn’t believe the change, and they were all fighting for the privilege of being the next cock in the whore’s magic mouth.
Clyde…kind of lost track, after that. For a while he stayed on his knees, sucking at a near constant clip–and every cock that entered his mouth grew, the smallest ending at eight inches, but thicker than a beer can. His hands were busy too, stroking cocks, keeping the men happy as they waited for their turn, but his brain wouldn’t stop…thinking. Imagining. Fantasizing. Sure, these guys were all hot, but…but they could be hotter. Bigger, of course. Hairier too. Rougher and cruder, beastly musky and stinking of manhood. The men’s combined musk welled up around them all, as their bodies responded to Clyde’s thoughts, their muscles expanding, guts growing heavy and hairy, none of them now less than six foot three, and there was Clyde in the midst of them, trying to juggle all of their cocks, all of their desire, but these new men were impatient. They hauled him up–he was amazed that just two of them could carry him–and he was bent over a sawhorse, the men forming a second queue for his ass. The first one hurt…and he liked that it hurt. He liked being tight, he liked feeling himself being torn apart by their massive cocks, their huge hands gripping his chubby hips tight enough to bruise, listening to them huff and pant and whisper crude nothings in his ears:
“Tightest ass I’ve ever felt on a pig, and plenty of cushion for pushin’–just built to be a slut.”
“Come on boy’s let’s coat the pig in cum, if it likes it so much–gotta make sure everyone knows this pig’s roll in life.”
“Soft and smooth, just how I like ‘em, not a fuckin’ hair to be seen!”
Overhead, on the roof, Jack had positioned himself for a birdseye view of the orgy down below. Yeah, this curse was a strong one–all he’d really planned on was Clyde becoming the new slut of his worksite. If the guys were too busy shouting at him and getting the pig horny, they wouldn’t have time to harass the women passing by–not that any of them would have an interest in women after this. But apparently the curse had collected some feedback–from where he was, he couldn’t tell whose fantasies were feeding it, but he watched the guys go from average looking blue collar guys, to huge brutes, coated with hair, bulging out of their jeans and shirts, all of them strong jaws, heavy brows, and when the wind blew, he could catch their collective musk on the wind, and fuck, it was even making him hard.
Still, the energy was beginning to wind down. All of the guys had taken four or five turns with either of Clyde’s now well worn holes, his fatter, now hairless body crusted with cum. He watched the thought appear in each guy’s mind at the same time, that the pig needed a shower of course. They got Clyde back on his knees and together they spewed their yellow, stinking piss all over him, the pig drinking down as much as he could, thirsty for more, and then the men started to emerge from their sexual haze, stumbling back, trying to process what in the world had just happened to them. That was it then–that wasn’t quite as powerful as he’d expected then…but why was there still a buzzing in the back of his head? Some…thread unresolved?
Indeed, the men in the circle were coming back to themselves, but looking again, it was clear Clyde was not. He was simply delirious with lust, sucking piss from his lip, rubbing it into his body, stroking his tiny cock, gut stretched taut with the men’s massive loads of cum. Had he really not had enough? Or had the curse ensnared him so tightly that even still, it felt he deserved more?
He saw two guys speak for a moment, and then one trotted over to his truck, and start digging around behind the seats. He came out with, what looked like to Jack, as a pair of overalls–probably something for the pig to wear, since they’d shredded his clothes to bits. The guy went over and tossed them to Clyde, probably telling him to get dressed, but in the air, Jack watched them ripple in shift, landing in front of Clyde as a couple pieces of leather. Jack took a deep breath–this had only been the first act then, but what now?
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