The Repulsive Lard-Filled Pig King's Onahole (Lower)
"Ahhh♥ Ahhhgogogogogogol♥♥ Glurk♥♥ Kuh♥ Opuwup♥♥"
The first sensation when gulping down the Pig King's piss was that it was surprisingly savory. It had a different flavor from the goblins' salty urine. Of course, with all that oil oozing from his body, it'd be weirder if his piss didn't carry it. A strangely sweet taste blending rich pig fat and just the right hit of ammonia.
At first, I thought it tasted okay—but exactly one second later, that opinion flipped on its head.
"Eugh♥♥ Eeeeuuuugh!! Eu♥ Eupuweeeeeek♥♥ Blorrrgh♥♥ Blorrrghgogogol♥♥♥"
I felt like I was gonna puke. No, I actually couldn't hold it back and hurled. Disgusting. My whole body felt like a lump of grease. Not some onahole brood sow anymore, but a severed chunk of meat stuffed full of fatback.
I kept vomiting while chugging his piss. The Pig King must've gotten excited seeing me alive and reacting so violently—he clamped my head tight in his grip, not letting me pull away. My tiny stomach couldn't handle the dozens of liters of Pig King piss; it backed up like an artificial waterfall, spraying out between my nose and mouth.
The longer he hosed me down, the more pressure built, blasting piss out my nose in forceful spurts. Worse pain than shoving your nose straight into water. Sweet and greasy as it was, it was only natural.
It took dozens more seconds before the Pig King's piss stream finally tapered off. Like he'd finished his business, he tossed me aside like a used tissue.
Splat! I slammed back into the floor, a slimy mix of oil and shit.
"Kuhk… cough… ♥"
The greasy remnants burrowed deep into my nose and throat, making it impossible to breathe right. Snot poured out like rain, soaking my lips. I flapped my mouth like a fresh-caught fish, gasping ragged breaths.
My body was slathered in his piss and my own vomit, reeking horrifically. The Pig King gazed down at me for a moment, then let out a satisfied 'glurk' like something had just occurred to him. An unbreakable, entertaining toy. Instead of eating me, he'd decided to keep me as a pet.
His massive gut convulsed like it was spasming, and he started regurgitating something from deep in his throat.
"Glurgleeeek—!"
What erupted from his maw was half-digested cud: chunks of the human corpse he'd just been eating, mixed with unidentifiable plants. The stench of stomach acid and rotting meat filled the air.
He scooped a handful into his enormous paw and shoved it toward my face.
"W-wait… ♥ Th-that can't be… ♥"
"O-ohhhbubububu?! Mmph!!Eurgleek!!"
I tried to resist, but he pried my jaw open by force and crammed the vile puke into my mouth. If there was any such thing as human dignity left, it shattered right then. The slimy meat chunks, fibrous plants, mixed with his spit and gastric juices—it was a horror beyond imagining.
Worlds worse than the slop the goblins fed on. That was someone else's trash; this was stuff that had gone inside him and come back out—part of him.
I'd become his pet. His livestock. The lowliest creature who had to swallow his regurgitated filth.
Even amid the fear and panic, my womb clenched in ecstasy at this new level of humiliation.
After force-feeding me his cud for what felt like ages, he finally stopped once my belly ballooned out. But his eyes still hungered for more, drifting to a pile of yellowish fatback chunks in the corner. Pure grease this time—rotting, discolored, stinking to high heaven. He balled it up in his fist and started stuffing it down my throat.
"Eugh♥♥ Eeeeuuuugh!! Stop!! No more♥♥ Uweeek!!"
The cloying slickness sliding down my gullet. Revolting, but I couldn't fathom why he was doing this. The maggot's starvation torture at least served to fuel breeding; this felt like pure malice. Utterly irrational. Like the goblins' indiscriminate abuse, it stirred injustice and rage from deep inside me—and rapture.
"Mmph♥♥ Glugluglugluglurk…… ♥♥♥"
Every cell in my body screamed, rejecting the intruder. My body spasmed, vision blurring. Anyone else would've died from that much grease. But my perfect flesh denied me even that mercy, forcing me to feel every vivid agony.
The Pig King paused his fat-shoving. My gut had surpassed physical limits. One wrong move and my stomach walls would've ruptured, my body exploding like a grease bomb.
I twitched faintly in agony, praying no more food came. Blood in my veins felt swapped for nauseating oil, circulating everywhere. Every breath sent grease fumes back up, rattling my brain. Limbless as I was, my torso offered no escape.
Gazing at me, the Pig King rumbled in satisfaction. Then, like a kid with a new toy, he prodded my bloated belly with a massive finger.
"O… Oooooohk?! ♥"
The pressure forced oil back up my gut, scraping my stomach walls with brutal clarity. I screamed and writhed, but under his palm, I just jiggled like jelly.
Intrigued, he started kneading and squishing my belly with both huge hands, like dough.
"Ugh… ♥ Ugh, I'm gonna burst, bursting apart ooooohk♥♥♥♥ My, my guts… ♥♥"
Glurk! Glurk! The sloshing mix in my gut punched through my skin, crystal clear. Not sharp external pain—this was my swollen, sauce-bursting bun of a belly getting crushed, uncontrollable bile surging up. Bonus: crude little prrrt♥ prrrt♥ farts.
"Stop… ♥ Please stop… ♥♥ Gonna puke… ♥♥"
My pleas went ignored. His mauling intensified. He compressed my belly near in half.
That did it—my body couldn't take anymore.
"———BRRRAAAAAARRRRFFFFF!!♥♥♥♥"
Prffft♥♥ Spluuuurtch♥♥♥ My sphincter gave first. Gut contents exploded out in a horrific spray. And from my mouth, too—a geyser unlike the sporadic barfs before.
"Glurgleeeeeek!!!!"
Oil and cud fountained from my mouth and nose. Vision yellowed; against my will, every hole became a human sprinkler, spewing filth. The whole area drowned in my puke, shit, and grease—even the Pig King's massive bulk.
But he wasn't annoyed. He 'oinked' with laughter, amused by the mess.
Bored of the game now, he hoisted my limp, emptied body. I dangled like a shed skin. He wiped his filth off on me, then dropped me satisfied.
Is it over? No. Not yet.
He lumbered to his corner, a massive bed of human bones. Before sleeping, he remembered to drag me beside him. His eyes were half-lidded.
"Glurk…"
With his last energy, he hauled out his enormous cock and rammed it carelessly into my pussy.
"Kyooooohk… !!♥♥"
Countless impalements today—but this was different. No thrusting. Just using me as a warm cock warmer while he slept. The huge shaft pressed my empty abdomen, gifting a pleasant foreign fullness.
I was his pet, toy, onahole, and lard meat all in one.
The Pig King plunged into deep slumber fast. His snores shook the cave like a collapsing mountain. His crushing weight flattened me completely—no real rest possible. It was BDSM breath play under unyielding pressure.
His cock spearing my pussy pinned me like a stake. No dodging the crush, no curling up to ease the pain.
If only I had limbs. I'd at least flail, shove, adjust somehow.
Long time since my amputation—starved, stuffed as a cock sleeve, breath-controlled through the night. More fun than the goblins. I'd worried it'd get repetitive after them, but no. Peak suffering. Utterly horrific. Pure bliss.
"Kuh♥ Ook… ♥♥ Huhk♥ Huuuhk♥♥"
Originally, I'd planned to bluff the pigs with magic for days, then reunite with the elves. My public goal's teaming up with them for the win, after all.
But…
'…Staying like this for another week sounds pretty good too… ♥'
Just a bit longer. Hell, getting eaten later might be nice.