The Repulsive Lard-Drenched Pig King's Onahole♡ (Upper)
Aaah...♡ So good. I'm happy. But. But something's still missing. Limb amputation no longer satisfies her at this point. She craves more proactive, aggressive ruin. But she can't demand anything more from these creatures, so she makes herself look like a vulgar bitch, trembling her body violently and leaking what they call female pheromones—urine.
"Ohok♡ Ohogook...♡♡"
Her once-dry skin is now slick with sweat. The sticky sweat clinging to her back feels gross. But at the same time, the sight of her vulgarly swollen, rigidly erect nipples right below her vision is unbearably arousing. If she could finger her pussy right now, she'd masturbate on the spot.
"It's done. Gruk! Take her away!"
With those words, the pigs grab her hair and drag her across the ground.
"Kyaa?! Oof?!"
Thud—her ass slams into a sharp rock jutting from the dirt, and an ominous crackle comes from her hair. She's the Pig King's onahole, after all—isn't it fine to treat her a bit more prettily and preciously? What kind of being is this Pig King, anyway? Half expectation, half dread swirling in her chest, she lets herself be dragged along obediently. Resistance is impossible without limbs anyway.
They soon arrive at what looks like an animal pen, and she can't believe this is the Pig King's lair. It's glorified as an animal pen, but it's basically an old-timey outhouse for collecting shit—just on a larger scale.
"No way, this pl—eek?!"
Before she can confirm, the pig-men fling her inside with a swipe, then slam the door shut. Splat! Something slimy and disgusting coats her entire body evenly. Her hair soaks up the stickiness and plasters to her skin.
"Urk...!"
The way they handle her makes it feel less like offering an onahole to a king and more like sacrificing to an evil god. What kind of being is the king?
"What the—mmph!!"
As she mutters, unimaginable shit, filth, fishy stench—and an overwhelming lard stench—shut her mouth. Even a pigsty or butcher shop wouldn't reek this bad. The concentration is so thick she wonders if the air itself is coated in oil.
"Ugh, ueeeeh...!!"
Every breath feels like shoving a lump of melted pig lard straight up her nose. It's not just disgusting—the nausea chokes her, making breathing impossible. She can't hold back the churning in her gut any longer. She vomits from the depths of her throat. Every minute, every second in this space feels like pig grease invading the deepest parts of her body.
Mid-vomit, something terrifying crawls from the shadows. The black, massive silhouette draws closer, sharpening into focus over time. When she sees it, her mouth gapes open—half joy, half shock.
It's an enormously, disgustingly, grotesquely monstrous thing. Taller than five of her stacked, its legs are a malformed lump of meat. Pores like sweat glands gape hugely visible—dozens, hundreds of thousands, each coin-sized, stirring a nausea that births a phobia of holes she never had. Grease oozes from them, likely the source. And on top, an overwhelming male musk. Blood and iron, urine condensed into a sharp sting. Her pussy and womb tremble at the repulsive male pheromones. A normal woman would faint, but for a super meat onahole like her, it's different.
"Haa.......♡"
Her womb clenches and drops. The Pig King scoops her up like a tool. He's already huge, and without limbs, she feels even lighter. His rough, sweat-and-filth-soaked fingers touch her soft tits and ass. The hairs sprouting from his hand tickle her face.
"Uh......hii...!"
It tickles. Each hair is thicker than a large needle. Then the Pig King sniffs her body greedily. Her high-grade meat onahole bitch scent excites him so much that snot pours from his massive pig nose. His face alone is longer than her whole body. Inside nostrils the size of her head, she glimpses repulsive gunk, mucus, hairs. This revulsion hits different—less bug-like, more half-human, amplifying the rejection.
"To think it'd be this disgusting, urk, ueee...!♡"
The breath leaking from his nostrils isn't mere stench. Rotting grease, blood, shit concentration envelops the air. Despite the disgust, her womb throbs at the scent demanding rut and mating. The Pig King gapes his maw and engulfs her face whole.
"Obok?!♡♡"
He rolls his tongue like sucking a candy. The bumpy tongue assaults her entire face, and limbless onahole that she is, she can only shudder violently. 10 seconds.
".........................!!!!"
20 seconds.
"......................!!"
30 seconds.
"...................♡"
60 seconds.
"............grk!! Obek!!♡♡ Mmph!!♡♡ Guwehek♡♡ Ueweeeek!!"
Freed from the pig's internal kiss, she spits out the pig grease and saliva filling her mouth. She breathes repeatedly to get air, but all she inhales is pig grease and spit. Her entire face reeks of fishiness. Her delicate, beautiful face and long hair are now beggar-ragged. Her face shines slick with oil.
"Gulp, gwep! Gwehek!! Not yet...... no........ this is just the start..........♡"
Yeah. This is just the beginning. Being used as an onahole by that colossal lard lump, the Pig King—this is merely the start. As tribute, as his onahole, she has the duty to satisfy him fully.
"Grk.......♡ Oeeeeek.....!!"
But the grease seeping into every inch of her body is agonizing. Worse than poison gas. Breathing hurts. Vision blurs. Stomach roils. Drooling, she slowly lowers her head and sees his enormous, stake-like cock. Far bigger than any horse. Incomparable to the hellish maggots from before. As if ready, he lifts her like an onahole, pressing the massive cock to her pussy entrance. Her oil-slick body causes a few slips, but soon it tears into her pussy entrance.
"Ughuuuuuk....!!"
Big. Too big. She gapes her mouth to breathe deep for endurance, but only broth-steeped oil air enters. Her throat coats in oily flavor, too slimy to spit or swallow. Squelch. Squiiiish.
"—Grk!! Oooook?!♡ Ughuuuuuk!! Nggoooooook!!♡♡"
Thicker than her thighs, the cock pushes in. Her pussy's wet, but this exceeds her capacity twentyfold.
"Ugr, grgrgrgrgrk!!!! —Uki iiiiiiiiiiiik!!♡♡"
The inflamed, bumpy Pig King's cock hits her womb entrance in seconds, then rams upward to shatter it. Her ribs crack and splinter, compressing lungs and guts—she can't breathe.
"Kr, eek♡ O, o, oo♡♡, oooooook...!!!♡♡"
Can't breathe. More than that, her womb is pulverized. Cherished baby room to lungs and heart—all crushed, blood pouring from her mouth.
"Geh♡ Gehek.........♡ Grk♡ Ufububuph♡♡"
Blood mixes real-time with stinking pig grease, yellow-orange liquid drooling from mouth and throat. Her elegant neckline and bountiful tits gleam oil-coated. Unstopping, the Pig King shakes her up and down like a jerk-off toy. Her pussy tears from the volume, but leaked grease lubes it, producing lewd squelches.
Chlop♡ Chlop♡ Chlop♡ Chlop♡
Limbless, used as the repulsive Pig King's onahole. A normal woman would shock-die on insertion, but she doesn't. Her body's self-cleaning—regeneration of all but limbs—happens real-time, letting her cling to fading consciousness.
"Gulp,♡ Gkerk♡♡ Ok♡ Oook?!♡♡"
Chlop. Chlop. Chlop♡ Chlopchlopchlopchlopchlop♡♡
Piston speeds up. Ejaculation nears; the urethra in her stuffed pussy twitches.
"Kuuuk!! Kueeeerk!"
The Pig King roars in excitement, slamming her body down hard. Basic insertion wrecked her; full force crushes female flesh beyond endurance.
"Geh♡♡Beh,ok?!!!♡♡"
A freakish squelch like a frog bursting erupts from her mouth. Simultaneously, his massive cock pulverizes ribs and heart. Yet a waterfall torrent of the Pig King's grotesque lard-genetic degenerate semen erupts. Heavier than her whole body, it floods her, surging through burst lungs up her esophagus.
"Bu, bu♡——, Buleweeeeeek!!!! —Ufufufuph!!!♡♡"
Semen backflows from mouth, nose, even eyes. On the brink of blackout—despite burst heart—it climbs her esophagus fully. Burning pain scorches nose and eyes; she convulses. Eyes full of semen blind her. Can't breathe amid backflow semen and grease stink, can't resist limbless—only tremble.
"Pu, purrrrrk♡♡"
Cheap motor noises from her nose as semen keeps pouring. Her stretched throat spews semen for dozens of seconds, a semen waterfall. Spent, he tosses her aside with a thud. She rolls several times across shit, vomit, hardened white grease floor.
Such a lewd body, ruined as a disposable onahole, discarded like trash. Treated worse than street bugs...♡
"Kerrrrrr....♡♡♡ Eoooooo...♡♡♡"
Normally, she'd die here, but she doesn't. She trembles and moans on. She senses the Pig King tilting his head at her. Through white-blinded vision, he approaches, slowly lifts her body. Confirming she's conscious, he flinches in surprise. For a while, he gropes her tits, ass, pussy, hair like a fuckdoll. Then he starts shoving his cock into her mouth. Unlike pussy, mouth's skull-backed, can't force like before. But post-orgasm looseness and her body's flexibility let her barely swallow the glans. Her flesh regenerates at super speed, healing fatal damage—limbs still gone—and recovered, she guesses what he'll do next. That post-fap ritual. Piss.
Horribly thick, salt-and-disease-and-parasite-packed ultimate degenerate waste urine fires down her throat.
"Ofubuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuk!!"
Then she's force-fed piss till her belly bursts. Thus begins onahole life for the repulsive lard-lump Pig King's toy.