Pig Pierced

Duke had been hearing about a local body piercer, their reputation so called 'life changing'. He'd wanted to get ear piercings for a while, deciding to see what this person was all about. He was surprised to find the shop quiet when he walked in, displays and cases full of different piercings. He walked up to the owner in the back, thinking he was just gonna get some simple studs until he saw a case behind the counter, an interesting ring drawing him in.

He asked the shopkeeper what it was, the shopkeeper replying they were piercings meant for certain customers who wanted more done. Duke dismissed the information, pointing out the ring that caught his eye.

"Thie pig ring?" The shopkeeper asked. "You know you're gonna need to wait a few weeks for your ear to heal before you put that in, right?"

Duke nodded, not caring. The shopkeeper shrugged, getting a signature before setting up the equipment and quickly piercing his ears with studs. After getting home Duke quickly washed the new holes, swapping the stud for his new ring not caring about the consequences. He felt a strange sensation after he put it in, something buzzing in the back of his mind. He dismissed it as being tired, passing out in his bed shortly after.

The next morning Duke woke he felt something was off. He couldn't feel a hair on his body, his skin completely smooth like a pig's. He felt something else though, like a heavy cushion was wrapped around his body. He quickly sat up, looking down to see a round pillow of a stomach, a soft fattened chest creasing over the belly. He gasped, his body and limbs fattened with lard. He felt his chin resting on his shoulders, quickly moving his hands up to feel the fat that had removed his jaw and swallowed his face. He couldn't help but shiver as he moved, feeling his body crease and pass over itself. He felt something heat up in his chest, his nips becoming super sensitive as he felt himself growing horny.

He was rock hard with morning wood in a few moments, his skin on fire as he began to sweat. He placed a hand around his cock, trying to get off, feeling the vibrations passing through his body as he tired out gasping. But no matter how much he tried, he couldn't finish. It was like his cock just wasn't sensitive anymore, that touching and playing with it did nothing, his head dizzy in constant arousal.

In his daze he felt new thoughts entering his head. Something about the way he felt his sweat slick all over his body, he wanted it to be more. He imagined being pissed and spit on, his body degraded by other men covered in their waste. He started to moan at the idea of being their receptacle, a spark in his brain telling him that it was right. That it was his place to be covered in their cum, for it to tarnish his body and dry. His place to lay in waste after being used. In a roar he felt his cock explode, shooting long strings of cum all over his clean body, the first marks on his skin.

He lay there for a moment panting, his mind still in a horny buzz. He rubbed his load into his body, feeling his cock withdrawing but his mind consumed wanting more. Without bothering to clean off he threw on his sweats, making his way out the door to the neighborhoods and bars he'd been so keen on avoiding before.