Werepig - Part 2

"Woah, you blew up good," Al said with a wry grin. "Really good." 

"Yeah, thanks," I replied without a hint of actual gratitude. I'd managed to find an old pair of XL sweatpants and an oversized tank top I used to work out in when I was feeling a little insecure about myself. Now, they basically both clung to me like spandex. My love handles were poking out where the shirt wasn't quite long enough, and it seemed like my thighs were going to tear the cotton of my pants in half if I tried to walk in them. 

Thankfully, I didn't have to. My roomie had already gone to work for the day, I called in sick, and then I called Al, the fat guy who'd bit me. Despite not having heard from me in weeks, he'd agreed to come over without any argument. He sounded eager, even. And it was about time I figured out why. "What the fuck did you do to me?"

"Well, you may have noticed all this," Al slowly raised his shirt revealing his broad, hairy stomach. It flopped over his belt far enough to completely obscure the buckle from view. I couldn't help but suck in my breath a bit at the sight. "I wasn't always a sexy beast. A while ago, a guy I hooked up with bit me, and then a few weeks later at the light of the full moon, I transformed. I got bigger, fatter, hairier, and way, way hornier..."

I felt my cock lurch a bit at the way he said "hornier." It was unbelievable, but despite my anger, I was still incredibly attracted to this asshole. 

"I must have filled an entire bathtub with cum that first night. And yeah, you probably noticed how you went from having a regular-sized dick to a real hog, huh?" He took a lurching step closer, his bulk wobbling enticingly at the sudden movement. He was close enough that I could smell him now. He hadn't showered. He hadn't even put on deodorant. God, even his BO was enough to drive me up the wall. 

"I was maybe four inches? Now I'm closer to seven," he almost whispered as he brought his jowly, bearded face just inches from my own. "And real, real thick. You remember, right?" 

I didn't even notice how he'd backed me against the wall of my room, or how his gut had pushed up against mine, or how I could see the sweat starting to form in his pores, or how he smelled so fucking good. For a moment we just stared at each other with completely blank expressions, and then it was like a spell had been cast. I forgot why I was mad, what I wanted to ask him about, or what I would do now that none of my clothes fit. I had to have this man, and he had to have me, and before I knew it, our clothes were off and our lips were locked in a battle of tongues.

The sex was even better than before. We ran our hands over each other's obese bodies, feeling every curve, every roll, every jiggling protrusion. I squealed as he ran his tongue over every hairy inch of my newly hirsute form. I grabbed and squeezed his flab as I tried to keep myself from cumming just to the new sensations he and my new body brought forth. I leaked precum in such quantities that my entire groin was soaked in fluids, my pubic hair sticking to my skin like I'd just stepped out of the shower, but Al didn't care. He licked up every inch and never seemed to mind the fur he'd surely sucked up. 

I was putty in his hands—literally. He'd play with my now-pliable belly like dough, mashing it into his bulk before going down on my soda can of a cock. Somehow, he always managed to take me to the hilt every time with an obscene grunt that vibrated my heavy balls so enticingly. I wanted to cum. I needed to cum.

He could tell, somehow, just from the way I twitched and groaned and moaned in an increasingly high pitch. He pushed me to my bed and flopped on my back, smothering me in his greater mass. The bed creaked ominously but held up under what must have been close to 700 pounds if not more. Then I felt his "hog," as he called it, slip easily between my cheeks and line up with my hole. Then he slipped inside without any resistance at all.

I'd only ever topped Al in our previous encounters. When we met he said he was a bottom, and although I could go either way, I never thought to ask Al to shove his cock in me. Probably because it was big enough to be intimidating to all but the most eager power bottoms, and I definitely wasn't one of those. Now I think he just said that because he didn't want to hurt me—at least, not until I was big enough to take him. And I was most certainly big enough now.

I was no stranger to the joys of bottoming, but this... This was unlike any other sensation I'd ever felt. I felt full, complete, and on the very verge of orgasm from the moment his dick hilted in my hairy ass. Every meaty slap of his hips into mine ratcheted those feelings tighter and tighter until I was left squealing pure lustful joy into the mattress. No thoughts, no intentions, no expectations—just the pure, blissful sensation of a cock ramming my hole and a soft, heavy belly rubbing up and down my furry backside. 

I don't remember how long this lasted. I vaguely recall Al saying things like, "You like that?" and then me squealing louder in an affirming way, and then the fucking would just continue. I think I tried to arch my back a bit to change positions, but Al was bigger and stronger than me, and he just pummeled my ass back into the mattress. I wasn't really in any position to complain even if the concept of complaint had made any sense to me at that point, which it didn't. I was just a hole being filled. 

Or at least I thought I was until my hole actually did get filled with Al's cum. I knew he was a cummer, often overfilling my mouth whenever I went down on him, but when he came that morning, it was like someone had cracked a water main. I heard a grunt and then a moan that was more like an oink, and then a warm feeling of my insides filling up past the point of containment. Then I felt a surge of cum blast back with enough force to cover his groin in jizz and make rivers of spunk run down my hips onto the mattress. Then another blast, and another, until he was fucking me into a puddle of cum.

And then I came and made the problem even worse. Even though I hadn't even touched myself beyond rubbing my hardon into the sheets, I came as though I'd been edging for hours. I could feel a thump as each cumshot went onto the bed and added to the lake of cum that was quickly threatening to spill over the sides of the mattress and onto the floor. Then there were swirling sounds and wet splattering sounds, and then I lost all ability to comprehend anything at all as I just clenched around Al's cock and came again and again and again.

I don't remember how long my orgasm lasted. Probably because I fell asleep. Al did too, although thankfully only after he'd managed to roll his fat ass off of mine. When I woke up, the sun had moved to the opposite side of my window, and Al's massive, hairy form was snoring contentedly next to me. 

I sighed. This wasn't how I'd planned our meeting to go, but in retrospect, it probably couldn't have gone any other way. He was just too damned hot. Even while unconscious and drooling yet more fluids into my cum-soaked bed, I couldn't help but get hard just looking at him. 

So I did the only thing that felt natural at the time; I climbed up atop him and sunk my dick into his huge blubbery butt. And then I fucked that ass with even more fervor than Al had fucked mine.

A deep sleeper, Al didn't wake up right away, but he eventually came to just as soon as I was about to cum. He grunted a "fuck yes," followed by, “Just wait until the next full moon,” as I unloaded into his ass about as well as he'd unloaded into mine. Maybe even better as he eventually demanded I spunk down his throat, and I still managed to fill up both orifices. And even before I was entirely done, I sat on his cock and made him fill my ass a second time while I got to play with his gorgeous tits, jizz pouring onto his rippling belly all the while.  

The next time I looked out my window there wasn't any sun at all. There was about an inch of spunk leading to my bedroom door and my room smelled like a fucking barn. I still hadn't gotten any answers, but I couldn't be bothered to be angry at fucking away an entire day. Answers could wait for tomorrow. As could anger. As could a shower. And maybe a mop.