...You'll Be Living With Me.
#1 of Uncle Porky
Uncle Porky
Part One:
"...You'll Be Living With Me."
Dear Godsons,
As you probably have guessed it's me, your Godfather, Harold. I'm writing because I have heard from your father that you're being kicked out of the house. I have mixed feelings about this matter, being both approving and disapproving, you guys need to get out for the freedom to express what you will, to... fornicate as much as you want (that's you Max), and eat until you're full to bursting. And rather than stand idly by and let you take residence with what ever friends will take you, you'll be living with me. You won't need to get a job or pay for anything, it'll all be here for you. Don't worry about transportation either, one of my servants will bring you by Limo and will call you three hours prior to arrival.
Love,
Uncle Porky
PS: Don't bother packing clothes, you won't need them. Just pack your personal effects.
The Letter came to them in the mail a week ago. Now they were staring out the windows of the limo at the home they were leaving. "This is gonna be awesome," The middle child, Max, broke the silence that had grown thick between the brothers. "I mean think about it, we don't have to get jobs, eat what ever and when ever we want, that'll be good for you Tank." He was the middle child in every way except in his sexual activities, his first introduction to the world of sex was when he was twelve in a truck stop bathroom stall with a heavily muscled bear who had a fetish for fat ass pigs like himself. When he hit the age of fourteen nearly every day he would bring a new "friend" home and retreated to his bedroom where they would fuck until the friend had either passed out or couldn't cum anymore, and when it wasn't a new friend it was the one from the day before coming back for more (but less compared to the previous day). Max couldn't quite figure it out, but people wanted him either because of his six-hundred seventeen pound body, or the fact that he was a complete slut, or both. He was being kicked out for being a "whore" as the parents called it, "I'm a slut, not a whore!" was his only defense. Simply thinking about sex at the moment gave him an erection, he was half tempted to get off in the limo. He was sitting with his back to the dividing window, the gator driving wouldn't notice.
"Hmm? Oh, yeah." He grunted between bites of a rather large turkey sub sandwich. Adam, or "Tank" as he was often called was the oldest by an hour of Max and was also the largest of the brothers. He towered over them, being almost seven feet tall, but his height did nothing to spread out the seven-hundred fifty-nine pounds of fat that made up his massive frame which took over most of the seat he was seated in. The seatbelt didn't come close to fitting over the large belly hanging out of his black t-shirt. He wasn't as sexual as Max, but when he was in the bed, he was dominant both top and bottom. He couldn't help but find the middle child sexually attractive. After all, he did lose his virginity to the fat slut on the night of their sixteenth birthdays. He was being kicked out for eating too much.
"All we have to do is sit back, relax and hang out with Porky. There'll prob'ly be a nice library for Sam's fat ass to sit around and read in for the rest of forever." Max leaned back, folding his hands behind his head.
"Dohn fergeh fuhing." Tank said, muffled by the sub he was stuffing his face with.
"What about me?" Sam was the youngest by an hour and a half of Max. Weighing in at four-hundred thirty-two pounds, he was the thinnest of the brothers. He glanced at the other two and returned to the sunny blue skies outside the limo's window. He ate a lot, but not as much as Tank who was helping himself to more of the food in the mini-fridge. Unlike his brothers he was a virgin and didn't care much for actual sex, but the fantasies that ran through his mind while masturbating were full of being plowed up the rear by another, larger pig. Maybe Tank, he always thought, but would never ask. Sam was a quiet pig, always reading, good student. He was being kicked out for good measure, no reason to kick people out and not do so to all of them.
Max looked backwards at the limo driver and rolled up the soundproof divider, "Tank, wha'd'ya think about the driver?"
He belched, "I'd say he's one hot gator, but then again, he's too thin for me."
"Mmm, not for me. I bet I'll have him in my bedroom by the end of the week."
"Hey guess what," The gator's deep, growly voice sounded over the speaker in the middle of the sitting space, "That's not a soundproof window, I can hear everything you're saying, and I'll bet you have me in your fat ass before tomorrow afternoon. I can't keep a hard on down lookin' at you." There was an awkward silence for a few seconds before it was cut by their laughing. "And even better news, we're here."
The turnabout driveway was in the middle of the garden in a massive gated mansion which looked like a modernized castle. Some gardeners could be seen tending to the grass and bushes. The inside was even more impressive with it's Turkish carpeting lining every corridor and staircase in sight. Servants took their luggage and carried it off while the driver stood before them and smiled, "Welcome to your Godfather's estate. I'm going to ask that you remove all your clothing, as per Mister Porkinson's request." he said kindly walking behind the brothers.
"Why don't you help me take 'em off?" Max said with a grin.
"I'd be happy to help you get these off Pig boy." he whispered into Max's ear, licking the back of his pink neck. He reached up the pig's shirt, groping his large breasts and belly, listening to his moans of pleasure, before pulling the pale grey shirt up over his head. The gator payed special attention while taking off Max's jean shorts, saving time by pulling the white breifs with them. Teasingly he lifted the pig's paunch over his head and licked a bead of precum off of the hard, thick
cock underneath.
"Mmmh, you're not gonna go on?" Max whined, disapointed.
"You'll have to wait pig boy."
They stood slack jawed at the beauty of the mansion, taking in the decoration of the lobby when down the main stairway waddled their Godfather. Porky.