Big Blue
I know people often think of me as the totally passive bottom skunk who takes anything that comes his way, and... well, that's true and I couldn't credibly pretend otherwise.
When people are surprised at why my Rumblr profile lists me as hungry--a guy who'll swallow other guys--I remind them of another salient fact about me: I'm a hopelessly fat hognose who needs to keep his belly filled and is occasionally stricken by extreme cravings.
Tonight was one of those nights.
I scrolled through pages and pages of eager dinners, looking for someone I thought would satiate me. There were a lot of smaller guys; they're not my type and I generally leave them to the less experienced. There were a few guys who were more in my league, but for various reasons didn't think I was in theirs--maybe being over 30 makes me too old, maybe sensitive noses aren't interested in being intimate with a skunk, maybe it's the... variety of other fetishes listed on my profile that scares them off.
The usual friends didn't seem to be online.
And then I saw a face I hadn't seen before.
In a sea of conventional fur colorations, he stood out with a rather deep blue hide. Tapping through to his profile and seeing the whole of him on display... well, I was impressed.
The blue pig was thick and flabby, his belly covering his crotch in most of the pictures. He had a broad snout with the most cavernous nostrils--shut up, you like weird stuff too--and he had, in all capital letters across the top of his profile, the warning PLEASE DO NOT OFFER ME APPLES.
I sent him a ping--just a simple OINK from one snouter to another.
His first response didn't even take five seconds to come in: Hey, I was just looking at your profile and
Oh hey, his next line came in. Hungry tonight then?
Like you wouldn't believe.
By the time he showed up at my house, we'd already put together a wishlist for the evening: a fattening meal for him, a load of cum in me, a bottle of barbecue sauce on him... but really, for a random hookup, you don't expect half the things you talk about to happen; most of it's just there to keep your dick hard till you feel open enough to share your address.
There was one thing that did seem to be certain though: he mentioned he might show up with a diaper, and based on the bulge at his rear there was no doubt that the pig at my door was wearing one.
Okay, 'bulge' was understating it. You can hide a bulge, with loose enough clothing. The blue pig who wouldn't give his name was basically dragging a bean bag behind him as he waddled through the door.
And it stank.
"Is that--"
"Diapers for Hypers," he said. "I don't have a hyper hole myself but... yeah."
"You're doing a good job filling it then. How long have you been wearing it?"
"Just three days... they're only guaranteed for a week. But I'm not filling it up. You are."
"OINK?"
He reached a hand under my belly and rubbed my dick through my sweatpants. "Man, that got you hard. You like being made to wear used diapers?"
"OINK." The arousal was powerful and involuntary and came with a sense of déjà vu. (My mates weren't even into messy diapers, but I felt like... like maybe they did once, and I'd forgotten?)
The pig didn't notice my moment of distraction. "But yeah. I'm filling my new mud pit with my own muck. The muck this belly's going to turn me into." He slapped my gut playfully.
"So that's... all you?"
"Three times over. Now let's get out of these clothes--you've got a dinner to eat."
I sprawled out naked in front of the couch as my blue friend carefully worked his way out of his padding and secured it in place around my own hips. My dick was hard as I felt the load of muck against my rump, but the diapers were made to accommodate hyper bulges, so my own dink didn't even get in the way at all.
"How's that fit?" he said, rubbing a hand over my crotch.
"OINK...!" I squirmed, but with industrial tapes holding the digested weight of three chubby pigs between my legs, mobility was difficult. I wondered, not for the first time, how he managed to drag it around.
"That's exactly what I like to hear."
He straddled my chest, belly resting on his legs and blotting out my vision as he flopped a fat kielbasa of a cock on my snout. It was remarkably clean given where it'd been all day, but the smell was incredible. Extremely powerful thighs gripped my head as he reached under his gut, hooked two fingers into my nostrils, and pulled my mouth open.
"That's right. Open wide."
I opened wide. Obviously I couldn't have done otherwise, given how he had me pinned down, but I didn't need to be told anyway: you put a dick in front of a slut's face, he wants to suck on it. Practically a law of physics, that.
But the pig in charge wasn't trying to cram a dick in me yet. Two big blue hands pulled my mouth open, letting me taste the warm air rolling off his crotch.
"That as wide as it gets? You sure you can handle a whole pig? I couldn't even fit an arm down this, much less this tub." His gut wobbled as he pulled his hands free and scooted back, giving me a bit of daylight as he tucked that belly under my chin. "You're not just here to fantasize, are you?"
Hey now. "I've eaten bigger than you before, don't you worry. I get help though, look."
I tried to push Big Blue's legs aside to get to the little gold device around my neck that was compensation for not having any magic or my own.
"What's that?" he said, as I paged through many abstract icons till I found what I was looking for--a change useful for binging days.
"Unlimited capacity." I tapped the icon and tucked the device back under the pig's belly, against my chest.
"Is that so," he said, sticking his hands in my mouth to pull it open again.
This time I could feel my face give way as he pulled, an intense, exhilarating stretching sensation of the kind most folks can only manage with a monster dildo, a tub of lube, and lots of practice.
"Holy fuck," he said. "You ain't kidding." He reached his thick arm down my throat experimentally.
"Huyyaheh ahhah ehh..."
He pulled out. "What was that?"
I tried to get my mouth back into shape. "So do I get to suck you off?"
"Fuck no," he said. "I can't wait to climb inside here."
"What? But--"
He forced my mouth open again.
I tried to protest as he climbed off me for a better angle, but with his hands in my mouth I still couldn't manage articulate speech; my limbs flailed uselessly under the weight of the pig at one end and the diaper at the other as he started crawling down my throat.
There really was no other way to describe it. The big blue pig got on all fours, streeeeetched my jaw wide enough to pull over his head--if you don't understand why that got my dick so hard, you have to come over and try it sometime--and started pushing forward, his snout sliding my throat open, his heavy chest dragging over my face.
I reached down to stroke myself through the padding as the intensity of the sensations escalated--my ribcage creaking with the strain of stretching far enough to admit a person bigger than my whole self, my esophagus being held open by his elbows as my mouth stretched to contain the circumference of that impressive gut of his...
I could only imagine how my gut must look, what level of distention--was I stretched out enough that the outline of his features would be visible in my hide, or was I fat enough by now that even with something his size I'd just look intensely round? I jerked myself harder as I pictured what the scene must look like from above. I'll definitely need to set up a camera next time.
The pig's thick blue cock thwapped against my snout as he worked his way forward, and I braced myself for what would come next. If you're swallowing a big guy upright, the widest part is generally going to be the gut, or maybe the hips if he's pretty pear-shaped--but a guy crawling on all fours is usually going to be widest around the knees.
I couldn't help but shoot my load into the hyper-absorbent padding as he maneuvered his thighs inwards enough to stretch my mouth open further and I felt the full height of him from tail to knee enter my throat.
My whole body was trembling from the feeling.
And as he moved forward bit by bit, my jaw cleared his enormous rump and started to close back up over those thick hams.
It was a relief when the last of him was inside of me and I could feel my stomach tighten up around him, replacing the feeling of being stretched with a feeling of blessed fullness.
I basked in that bliss, feeling the big pig in my belly moving around till neither of us could stay conscious any further.
I fell asleep.
I was awakened by a knock at the door. While the heavy lump that had been the pig had given way overnight to a much softer mountain of fat, I was still far too encumbered to get up.
"Come in!" I called out.
The respawned pig came in, sat down beside me, and rubbed my gut. "Haven't let me out yet?"
I blushed deeply, shaking my head. "I'm still... kind of shy about that."
He slapped my gut playfully. "You can't be serious, buddy. It's gotta come out one way or another. Why not here and now with a big strong porker to take care of you?"
There are some offers you don't turn down, especially when you have a history of jamming toilets and the plumber never can seem to find your house. "All right, all right."
The pig held my paw as I bore down, his spare hand stroking over my gut again as the mass inside me pushed my hole open; I half felt like I was giving birth as I forced the digested remains of his body into the borrowed padding, the fresh warm shit mixing with the cooler muck that had been plastered across my rump.
"There you go..."
The massive diaper swelled visibly with each push, towering over even my newly-expanded gut and filling the room further with its stink. The bowel movement got more difficult as it went on, my tailhole working to push out undigested bone along with the softer scat, and eventually I felt the pig's old skull stretch me out to a worrying degree before it was ejected out with a simultaneous pop and squish.
I lay back, recovering my breath when my body decided it had nothing further to contribute. The big blue pig gave me a minute or two to rest before undoing the tapes that held the diaper in place and refastening them around his own hips.
"Good job," he said, moving to the door and still apparently ignoring the difficulty that ought to be involved in dragging a half-ton sack of shit behind him. "Maybe I'll invite you over for that blowjob once I finish filling my mud pit."
"What? But--" I scrambled to get up in a way that wouldn't smear the carpet, and gave up. "Weren't you going to clean me up?"
"Fuck no," he said, maneuvering the diaper through the doorway. "I've got more hungry guys to hunt down."
He slammed the door behind him, smirking.
I grumbled and made my way to the shower.