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[b][u][center]The Boss’s Sow

Part 11

For Foogo

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Sallie knew that things had gone way out of hand when she woke up and they were no longer fucking, yet she could still feel something sloppy inside of her. She groaned under her breath, keeping the sound as quiet as possible to try and keep feigning sleep for a bit longer. If the boar wasn’t fucking her, then there was a reason.

She looked out of the corner of her eye, barely opening it, and she saw the reason. He had fallen asleep, which meant that she could be left alone.

[i]Not that I want to be…[/i]

She wasn’t sure how long she had stayed awake after he had started fucking her. The feeling of his cock hadn’t been bad this time, but that was just one more scary thing about what the boar was doing to her. She didn’t know just what he had managed this time around, but it was definitely not right. What the hell was happening to her? Why was she falling into this and getting…getting anything out of it?

She groaned as she reached down between her legs. It didn’t take long to find the reason for something sloppy down there. The boar’s cock was still inside her pussy, and it was still oozing. He must have conked out pretty recently if he had been able to sleep through his own orgasm.

[i]How many did he have?[/i] she wondered, and then stopped thinking about it. It was another thing that she didn’t want the answer to.

But if she was going to make herself feel better, she needed to get out of bed. Now.

Wiggling herself to the edge of the bed, she could feel something else moving inside of her. She hoped that it was just cum, but the way that it wobbled with the boar’s cock made her wonder. What if it was something else, something different? What if there was something in her that was more solid? But if there was, what could it be?

[i]Ugh…[/i]

Worse, her stomach felt like someone had dropped a lead balloon in there. She felt so stuffed, so painfully full, that she swore that she would never eat again. It was a lie, and even she knew it was a lie, but she honestly hated the idea of food even existing in that moment.

A little further forward, and the little tip of his cock was on the verge of sliding out. So was whatever else was inside her. She could feel herself jiggling from head to toe as she moved along, and tried not to think about that, too. Not an easy thing when her entire body felt like it was moving every time that she so much as shifted her weight.

[i]Just a little more…just a little more…[/i]

Finally, she reached the edge of the bed, and the boar’s cock popped out. She covered her mouth to keep from making a sound, managing to swallow the little yelp that was just behind her teeth, but the heat of his seed just kept coming. So did his seed, for that matter; he hadn’t stopped blowing his load just yet.

Trying not to think about his seed painting her ass cheeks, she dragged herself upright with as slow a movement as she could manage. She didn’t want to wake him up while he was snoozing, not when she finally had a moment to herself.

Creeping out from the bed, she felt something shifting inside of her. It almost felt like cheese in her pussy, some solid log of cream that was only half-solid, and it made her sick to think of it like that. Just what kind of filth had he been pumping into her? Just how much had he pumped into her womb?

[i]Gods…[/i]

Just the thought of that was enough to make her sick to her stomach. He could have gotten her pregnant –

[i]No, no, no pregnant. No piggies in me…no piggies in me…[/i]

Just the thought almost sent her into a panic attack, one that she barely managed to avert with a reminder that different species couldn’t breed that easily. She hoped. She really hoped that was still true.

She shook her head, making her way down to the bathroom. It was just down the hall, thankfully, away from the bed. None of the other pigs were around, either, which made things that much easier. She doubted that she could have taken them staring at her when she was like this. Not anymore. Not when she was this filthy, this used, this…this wobbly and horrible and ugly.

She turned on the light, and her eyes immediately went to the mirror. What sick feelings she had doubled and tripled in short order, and she hugged her belly with one hand and covered her mouth with the other as vomit fought to come up.

Sallie had been sick before, but she’d never, ever been in a state like this. Never had she ever been this fat, or this…this…

[i]Inhuman.[/i]

There was no more pretending. She had multiple tits now, each layer folded out of the new fat that had been stuffed down her gullet. More than that, they had obvious nipples, teats that were growing bigger each time she saw them. She touched them, only to groan at the simple, overwhelming sensation that came from the merest tweak.

[i]Mmmph…I’m…I’m changing…[/i]

She didn’t know how, she didn’t know why, but she knew that she was, and there was no getting around that. Sallie knew that the longer that she stayed around the boar, the worse it was going to get, and that, too, was something that there was no getting around.

[i]Gotta…gotta get…clean…[/i]

That, at least, was a thought that made sense in her drained, addled mind. She dragged herself to the edge of the shower, slowly pulling the knobs, feeling like she was moving through a dream. It was hard to move, harder to think, but getting clean…yes, getting clean would help her think, if only because she was no longer slathered in pig mucus and who knew what else.

And they wouldn’t be able to track her by the stink, either, which was even better. It would give her a chance to get away. Not much of a chance, but still a chance, which she would take as far as she could.

The water had just gotten hot when the door creaked open behind her. Sallie whipped her head around to find the naked boar standing there, grunting and scratching his belly. He paused in the middle of making his way to the toilet to fix her with a stare, and then smirked.

“Heh…what do you think you’re doing, sow?”

“Getting…”

“Getting clean?”

She nodded slowly, not sure why it was so hard to speak. He grabbed her by the pussy, shoving a finger into her, and she whimpered as he pulled her away from the shower.

“Ain’t doing that anymore, sow.”

“But I’m filthy.”

“That’s what sow slobs are supposed to be.”

“I’m not a sow!”

“Heh, you’re not, huh?”

He dragged his fingers up her breasts, flicking each nipple as he went. Her eyes rolled back and her whimpers got louder as he went further and further, each time making her bite off a scream as her pussy started juicing beneath her.

“Ain’t looking like a human set of boobs there, is it?”

“Nnnngh…”

“That’s what I thought. Now, ya better start wising up, sow.”

“I’m not…not…”

“Ya are. And there’s no getting outta that. Not anymore.”

“Please…please, you can’t…”

“I told ya from the start. You’re gonna be my sow. Anything less, and I start breaking things. Starting with that man of yours.”

“…”

“Unless you want me to get rid of him. Heh. Makes no nevermind to me. You want out, I’ll go and take what I’m doing to you out of him.”

Sallie was so close to just saying yes. She was so close to just giving up, letting Philip be the one to pay for his own mistakes. How the hell was she still giving him cover, making it easier for him at the cost to her? She opened her mouth…

But she couldn’t say it. She lowered her head, instead, which meant that she was all but leaning forward for the abuse that she was getting. The boar oinked softly, his thick pink digit pushing further into her pussy.

“Heh, thought you’d see it my way.”

“It’s not fair…”

“Heh, ain’t it, though? He sells ya, and I buy ya. The way of men, girl.”

“Mmmph…”

“Now, you ready to hear the rules, sow? Or you want to mope?”

“…”

“Fine.”

He sat down on the toilet, and the rumbles that followed were as inhuman and horrible as one could imagine. Hooked as she was, Sallie couldn’t even leave the room to go back to the bedroom. She was forced to endure the horrible smells that came with it, and by the end of the boar’s time on the porcelain throne, she had sicked up. The trash bucket had been barely in reach, and she managed to empty her guts in that.

The boar carried her back to bed, laying her down on it and looming over her. Rather than speaking immediately, he ran his hands over her chest, rubbing her nipples again, pulling on some and pushing others down. It kept her humiliatingly wet.

“Mmmph…”

“Ready to listen now, sow?”

“Yes. Yes, I am.”

“Good.”

He slid his hand down between her legs again, this time forcing his finger in and gripping that half-solid thing that she’d been feeling all this time. The minute he touched it, she groaned, feeling it running nearly from her outer lips all the way down to her womb. She groaned under her breath, trying to breathe through the feeling of something so big moving around down there.

“Here’s what ya better do from now on,” he said. “Rule one. No more cleaning up. That means no showers, no deodorant, no nothing. The only thing that gets to clean ya is a tongue, and even then, I pick who gets to taste you. Got it?”

“…I understand,” she muttered.

“Good. Rule two. No more shaving. That means nowhere, not between the legs, not on the legs, not under the pits. You’re gonna just go natural. Got it?”

“Got it.”

“Rule three. You’re gonna call me ‘hubby’ from now on.”

That finally broke through the stupor that the stink, the fuck, and everything else had put her in. The very idea of calling this pig something so…so intimate left her sick to her stomach again, and she lifted her head to glare at him.

“What?”

“You’re going to call me hubby.”

“No…no way…”

“You will, if you know what’s good for you.”

“You are not my husband.”

“You’re right. I’m better.”

He gripped the thing inside her again, pulling, and she screamed as it was torn out of her like a scab from a wound. Yet, at the same time, it tweaked the pleasure part of her mind, hitting her hard, turning her scream to a toe-curling moan as she arched her back from the bed. A sudden, foul squirt followed, leaving her shivering as she painted the floor with a lust that was as unwilling as it was wrong.

She shook from head to toe as she looked up at the thing that he’d pulled from her. It looked like his cock, except formed of old, solidified cum. Gasping and groaning, she turned her head from it as he held it over her face.

“This owns you now, sow.”

“Nnngh…take…take it away…”

“It owns you,” he repeated. “And you’re gonna admit it.”

“I’m not…”

“You’re mine. Say it, sow.”

“…”

“Call me what I am.”

“…H-hubby…”

“Yesss?”

She knew what he wanted. It horrified her, made her want to scream, but that stupid, painful, disgusting thing had left her empty. She felt stretched, swollen down below, and she knew that there was nothing else she could do but what the pig wanted her to do. So, she slowly opened her legs, exposing her pussy to him once more. Her gut hung down, almost hiding it, but she could reach past and pull her pussy lips to the side.

“Please…fuck me, hubby…”

“Heh, that’s what I wanted to hear, sow.”

He loomed over her, his cock brushing against her thigh as he pressed his bulk against her. It felt like getting buried beneath a wad of warm jello, and her stomach groaned, somehow finding space for hunger. The way that he leered at her, the way that his cock pressed against her sex, should have left her with nothing but hate in her heart. Instead, the sow that she was becoming reacted by getting wetter.

“That’s what I wanted to hear…”

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Sallie is in deeper than ever, her body wracked with a transformation that she doesn’t understand, and her weight going further. The boar, however, wants more.

Tags: M/F, F/solo, Humiliation, Breasts, Multi-Breasts, Pig, Human, Transformation, Filth, Smegma, Master/Slave, Cuckolding, Cum, Squirt, Orgasm, Series,