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I realised that I was a pig in my early twenties. It started when I noticed that the noises leaving my body while my pussy got a nice hard rodgering were becoming gradually more pig-like, and my “moans” were slowly turning into oinks. The “oinkier” the moans, the wetter I would get, and then the harder I would cum on the end of his pumping cock.
At first, I prayed my boyfriend wouldn’t notice. I tried so hard to hold in my oinks while he used my sloppy pussy. I would squeeze my hole nice and tight, twiddle with his nipples and urge him to cum for me, quickly, so I could finish myself off sooner. I would let him squirt into me, fill my piggy fuckhole to the brim and I would wait for him to fall asleep. I would then begin rubbing my needy clitty with a finger pressed against the tip of my nose, pushing it up into a little piggy snout, and I would train myself to oink each time I made my pussy cum, in the hopes that this behaviour would start to become natural for me. I rubbed my slophole every night, and soon began to tape up my snout, to leave a hand free to yank on my saggy pig udders.
I started dreaming bayburt escort about wearing nosehooks, maybe attached to a buttplug, yanking back my nostrils into a snout and pulling hard on my stupid little pighole each time I flexed my head. I dreamt of oinking on the cock, of snorting and squealing and suckling, and wearing a little pink plastic snout while my boyfriend pounds away at both my holes from behind, like a perfect breeding piggy.
Whenever I got time alone I started practicing my oinks, making recordings on my phone, praying no one else in the house would hear me as I grind on top of my magic wand, with my snout pulled back and my saggy udders bouncing, oinking away, like a good little hog.
I began taking photos of myself, from every angle, presenting my piggy body like I wanted to for my boyfriend. With the phone at the end of the bed I layed back, and held my legs up high above my head, using my hands (or as I like to call them, trotters) to spread open both my holes, getting a nice clear shot for the camera. I started to refer bartın escort to my asshole as my “pighole” and my pussy as my “slophole” in private, and boy did my slophole love that.
I would take new photos every night, editing and drawing on them, captioning them things like “dumb fat hog” or “sloppy pig cunt” and the poses began to get more and more humiliating. I would purposefully squeeze my fat rolls and twist myself in unnatural ways to emphasise how fat this piggy body really is. I loved being a fat hog, I loved the thought of being laughed at, of being exposed, of being shouted at by men on the street calling “here, piggy piggy!” when I trotted past, of being oinked at by friends and coworkers when they found out my darkest secret.
It was then I knew I had to tell my boyfriend.
“I have to tell you something” I said “but it’s really fucking weird and I just have to warn you, if you don’t find it arousing then we do not have to speak about it ever again, okay?” He laughed and said “I’m sure it’s not that weird, just tell me, how ığdır escort bad can it be?”…
I told him everything. Every little fantasy, the times I’d practiced oinking and recorded it, and showed him all the photos of my drippy pig and slopholes in humiliating poses, and he smiled and said out loud –
“Awwwww, what a needy little piggy I have here! How ’bout you oink on daddy’s cock, you little fatty?”
Since then, I’ve been oinking like a piggy every single time he fucks me, and it makes my slophole cum so quick and hard. He teases me for my weight, tells me that “the piggy can’t stop eating” and that it must love swallowing food as much as it loves swallowing cock. He draws on my body, and takes humiliating photos of me, with my pink plastic snout on or my nosehooks, and he fills me up with cummies in my pighole and my slophole twice a day (at least).
I’ve accepted my place in life, as an oinking fatty, born to be filled up with cock and have it’s udders milked each day. Since accepting my pig-ness I’ve been dreaming of what the world would be like if other girls did the same. We would have pig pens filled with breedable sluts on every street, and there would be more holes available than all the men could fuck! The pigs would have to start milking and fucking eachother, suckling on eachothers saggy teets and twitching pigclits, oinking away as they cum on eachothers snouts! Fingers crossed more oinkers will follow my lead.
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