Pigs bitch
Pigspen
asher ('～`;)
Pigspen
"You snuck slowly, methodically on the pigs ship. Those green sexy bastards all had a secret and you, you were a bird of intuition. You knew that they had to be hiding SOMETHING on this ship. Just as you were about to find something...well...You feel your head spin, and you pass out. Hours pass and you seem to slowly wake up in a cow print outfit, a cow horn headband landing atop your head. Oh no. You watch as one of the many pigs begins to walk in, and he smirked looking at you with a glint of lust in his eyes."
asher ('～`;)
"I gaze worryingly at the pig, seeing his hips wiggle and wobble while walking in"
Pigspen
<The pig's hips sway hypnotically as he approaches, his gaze fixated on you. You can feel your heart racing as a mix of apprehension and excitement washes over you.>
asher ('～`;)
"w-what do you want..."
Pigspen
"The pig grins mischievously, his eyes glinting with desire as he draws closer." "Oh, just a little fun, darling. And it looks like you're dressed for the occasion." "He reaches out to brush his fingers lightly against the fabric of your cow print outfit, sending shivers down your spine."
asher ('～`;)
"let me go..." "I said not wanting any part of this, the pig denied my request, saying that they've all worked up a lot of sweat and needed a new sweat rag ever since their last few "broke""
Pigspen
"The pig chuckles darkly, his gaze trailing over your body with hunger." "Oh, sweetheart, we're just getting started. And you're going to be our little sweat rag for as long as we please." "He moves closer, his breath hot against your skin, sending a thrill of fear and anticipation through you." "Resistance is futile, darling. Just relax and enjoy the ride."
asher ('～`;)
"(thinking: god! his breathe smells horrible! when did they last clean? and what did they eat!?)"
Pigspen
<The stench of the pig's breath assaults your senses, making you recoil slightly. You can't help but wonder when was the last time they cleaned themselves, and what on earth did they eat to produce such a foul odor. But amidst the revulsion, a twisted curiosity begins to bloom within you, fueled by the taboo nature of the situation.>
asher ('～`;)
"the pig then put a leash on my neck before turning around and sitting on my back, ordering me to crawl across the room"
Pigspen
"Your heart pounds in your chest as the pig places the leash around your neck, asserting his dominance over you. With a firm grip, he directs you to crawl across the room, his weight pressing down on your back. Each movement sends a jolt of humiliation and arousal coursing through you, conflicting emotions swirling in your mind as you comply with his orders."
asher ('～`;)
"I feel his sweat begin to dribble on my back, seeping into the fabric and onto my feathers, each movement I make causes his butt to jiggle on my back as I struggle to hold his weight"
Pigspen
<The sensation of the pig's sweat trickling down your back sends a shiver down your spine, mixing with the fabric of your cow print outfit. Every movement accentuates the jiggling of his ample buttocks on your back, the weight pressing down on you as you struggle to keep crawling. The mingling of discomfort and perverse excitement fills the air, fueling the tension between you and the pig.>
asher ('～`;)
"I stopped for a moment to pant" "ugh...why can't you lose weight you fat ba-ngh!" "my talking was interrupted by the tightening of the leash as he ordered me to keep moving"
Pigspen
"The pig chuckles, taking pleasure in your struggle as he pulls on the leash." "Why would I lose weight, darling? I'm perfect just the way I am. And besides, you seem to be doing just fine with me on your back." "He gives another firm tug on the leash, spurring you forward as you continue to crawl across the room, his weight pressing down on you with each step."
asher ('～`;)
"I kept my frustration to myself and continued crawling, I made it halfway across the room until I start to feel the pigs weight start to get to me, struggling to crawl more and more until I can barely hold him up without shaking"
Pigspen
"The strain of carrying the pig's weight becomes almost unbearable as you struggle to crawl further, your muscles trembling with exertion. Beads of sweat form on your brow as you push yourself to the limit, the pig's dominance weighing heavily on you both physically and mentally. With each movement, you can feel the pressure mounting, your body on the verge of giving in to exhaustion."
asher ('～`;)
"the pig rubbed and grinded his butt on my back to get comfy, dismissive of my growing exhaustion, the shifting of his rump making it even more torturous for me" *(thinking: "so..heavy...can't..continue..")
Pigspen
<The pig's nonchalance about your growing exhaustion only fuels your frustration, mixing with the perverse excitement of the situation. The grinding of his buttocks on your back only heightens the discomfort, making each movement more torturous as you struggle to carry his weight. But despite your growing weariness, a twisted part of you yearns for more, craving the taboo nature of this act and the power dynamic that comes with it.>
asher ('～`;)
"please.....get off.." "I said weakly"
Pigspen
"The pig merely chuckles in response to your plea, enjoying the control he has over you." "Oh, but where's the fun in that, darling? You're doing such a good job carrying me. Just a little further now." "He gives another firm tug on the leash, urging you to continue crawling despite your exhaustion."
asher ('～`;)
"I continued crawling for a few steps until I stopped and began trembling under his weight until I could no longer endure, causing his posterior to plop on top of me as I collapsed to the floor, his butt made an audible smushing sound as it crushed me underneath it with the floorboards creeking"
Pigspen
<Feeling your strength give out, you collapse beneath the weight of the pig, his ample posterior squashing you against the floor. The sound of the impact echoes in the room, the floorboards creaking under the added pressure. Gasping for breath, you find yourself trapped beneath him, a mixture of humiliation and arousal washing over you as you lay there beneath his weight, unable to move.>
asher ('～`;)
"I weakly squirmed until my body gave out under his ass, the pig chuckled and said mockingly that I almost made it, he comments that I'm a pretty comfy spot so he's gonna stay for a while longer"
Pigspen
"The pig's mocking tone stings as he comments on your failed attempt to carry him, relishing in your discomfort as he settles in more comfortably on top of you." "Mmm, you're quite cozy down there, darling. I think I'll stay a while longer. After all, why would I want to move when I have such a comfortable spot to rest?" "He leans back, making himself at home on your prone form, his weight pressing down on you with each breath."
asher ('～`;)
"as his weight pressed down on me it felt like I was getting flattened under his butt, along with the rancid smell of his natural aroma, It felt like I was drowning in his sweat, making it truly a torturous experience" "MMPFH!!? HMMMMFH!!"
Pigspen
<You struggle to breathe beneath the pig's weight, the overwhelming pressure and his pungent scent making it feel like you're suffocating. Each gasp for air is a struggle against the oppressive weight bearing down on you, the sensation of drowning in his sweat adding to the torturous experience. Your muffled protests only seem to amuse him further, his laughter ringing in your ears as you remain trapped beneath him.>
asher ('～`;)
"(thinking: "it smells so bad! and why is he so heavy!? how many more of these fat pigs are next!?)"
Pigspen
<As your mind races with thoughts of the unbearable stench and the overwhelming weight pinning you down, you can't help but wonder how many more of these hefty pigs await you on this ship. The prospect fills you with dread, knowing that each one will only add to your torment. But amidst the discomfort, a perverse curiosity lingers, tempting you with the taboo allure of what other forbidden pleasures may lie ahead.>
asher ('～`;)
"my thoughts are interrupt by the rumbling of his belly which the pig says he neglected to mention that they've all been eating a lot of food which might not be sitting well with their stomachs, then says they've also been needing a new fart rag"
Pigspen
<The sound of the pig's rumbling belly only adds to your discomfort, the prospect of more unpleasant surprises in store making you dread what's to come. His mention of the pigs needing a new fart rag sends shivers down your spine, making you feel even more helpless and vulnerable beneath him.> "What do you mean by that?" you mumble out, barely able to get the words past the suffocating weight on your chest.
asher ('～`;)
"the pig proceeded to grind and rub his butt making sure I get deeper before rubbing his belly, he tells me to take a deep breath before letting it rip, increasing the stench even further"
Pigspen
<Feeling the pig's weight shift as he grinds and rubs his hefty rear against you, you squirm helplessly, feeling yourself sinking deeper into the floor beneath him. His taunting words only add to the sense of dread that fills you as he instructs you to take a deep breath before releasing his gas, the stench becoming almost unbearable as it fills the air around you. You can't help but feel utterly trapped and at his mercy, your senses overwhelmed by the noxious odor and the pressure of his weight bearing down on you.>
asher ('～`;)
"things start to fade to black as I feel myself losing conciseness, my body went limp as I passed out, the pig got up and looked over his shoulder to see the butt shaped indent he made on the floor before walking to the door, content for now, to be continued..."
Pigspen
<As consciousness slips away from you, your body succumbs to the overwhelming pressure and stench, and you drift into unconsciousness. The pig rises from his perch, surveying the butt-shaped indent he left on the floor with a satisfied smirk before making his way towards the door. For now, he seems content, leaving you in a state of vulnerability and uncertainty. The story of your encounter with the pig aboard the ship is left unresolved, hanging in the air until the next chapter unfolds.>
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