Pig Maker

You were looking to fuck when you came across a profile, 'Pig Maker'. Almost immediately a message was in your inbox. "Looking?" You smiled, letting him know, and in less than a minute he was already on his way.

You let him into your house, allowing him to push you down on your bed when he finally pulled off his pants. Your mouth dropped, a huge cock swinging low from his groin that was almost the length of your arm.

"Don't worry boy, we'll take it nice and slow."

He flipped you over onto your knees before you felt your prelubed hole struggling to let the massive member in. It took several attempts with just his head before you felt his shaft begin to slide in as well, each inch entering your body slowly but surely. You felt your body giving in, your limbs losing strength until your whole body weight was being pressed into the bed supported by his cock.

You were in heaven, the world disappearing as he started sliding in and out of the tunnel he had made inside you. All you felt was his pole as it slid across your prostate, your dick exploding with milked cum from each pulse. Your nerves were overwhelmed with euphoria, unable to move anything as your body was controlled by the giant shaft impaling your body.

In one final heave, you felt a warm bubble grow in your stomach, pumping you full of his seed. His slick cock left you feeling empty as it pulled out, the universe still empty with only the feeling of bliss remaining.

You felt yourself begin coming back into the world, your body heavier feeling numb. Your limbs were useless, overwhelmed from the senses flooding over from your wet hole. You couldn't move, cemented in place with your body still stuck in its position on the bed. You didn't remember being propped up, but you felt your body supported by something, its weight rooting you to the spot. The world felt muffled, as if you were surrounded by soft padding.

"Good fat pig, gonna make you feel so good…" You heard him say to the side. You tried to look, struggling to view him over your shoulder as he took a picture. Your arm seemed bigger, meatier. He walked back over slapping your ass, the ripple traveling across your body as if it were made of lard. You panicked, finally realizing how much your body must have swollen. You still couldn't move, your body trapped under its new weight.

"Don't worry, you'll be all better in a moment" You heard before you felt his five fingers at your hole. You tried to tense up, keep him from entering, but your body was already too relaxed to stop it. You felt his palm pass through, his entire arm melting into your body like butter as it forced your cock to jump, leaking even more. You couldn't control yourself as a moan escaped from your lips, his hand puppeting you from the inside.

You felt his touch in your thoughts, if that was possible. You couldn't get him out of your head, his slippery fingers plucking your memories until all that was left was a good fat submissive pig.