Date: Sun, 28 Aug 2022 22:05:16 +0200
From: "Piggysleaze@mail.com" <piggysleaze@mail.com>
Subject: A Week in Grassmore - 1

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Welcome to a new Piggysleaze series. It is set in the same "world" as some
of my other stories, so I've provided a quick background summary if you
haven't read those. This series is one of EXTREME raunch, including scat
and puke, along with other degenerate themes. This first chapter is a
little milder, but more is coming/cumming, I promise. As always, do not
read if younger than 18, and this work of fiction does not represent any
real people. Email is always welcome: piggysleaze@mail.com


Backstory: By 2022 a secret cabal of filthy, degenerate, incestuous raunch
families had attained the highest levels of power and money. They used
their privilege, wealth, and positions of power to launch a scheme that had
been decades in the making: filling the food and water supply with
pharmaceuticals that would turn ordinary men into filth-craving, depraved
pigs like themselves. One of their first testing trials took place in the
fall of '22, when the cabal selected the small Midwestern town of
Grassmore, population 1,000. This is what happened over the course of a
week, as the additives began to affect the town's male inhabitants.

MONDAY

Caleb woke up the same way he always did -- horny. His hefty eight-inch
cock was throbbing and his balls felt like they were churning a gallon of
hot teen baby batter. It had been like this for a while now; his cock
always hard no matter how many times he drained it. At first, he just
chalked it up to being a normal 16-year-old, but it felt like his whole
body was turning into a sexual lightning rod. He ran is hand over his blond
chest hair and through his damp armpit hair, noting how much both had grown
out in the past month. He was constantly playing with his tits that poked
out like erasers from his large, football player pecs. In response his
nipples were getting longer and puffier. He squeezed them now, feeling the
electric currents of lust run through his entire body and sending his
aching cock into a throbbing spasm that pumped out a stream of precum.


But there was more going on than just general horniness and a spurt of
puberty-driven growth. Caleb had cravings all the time now. Like right now,
in addition to his morning wood, he had an almost painfully full
bladder. But he didn't want to use the toilet. Up until recently, he'd
never really thought that much about piss, other than taking one. But about
three weeks ago, something new had happened. He'd been pissing naked in his
bathroom right after his shower, more or less hitting the center of the
bowl, when all of a sudden, he had the urge to taste it. In a sort of haze,
he turned is cock upwards, letting it wash over his abs and crotch. In an
instant, he was boning up, and the stream began creeping up his body,
strengthening as it splashed over his pecs and then along his chin. He
opened his mouth and let the hot geyser of rank jock piss flow into his
mouth. It tasted delicious! He slurped and chugged as much as he could,
waving his now-rigid pissing cock over his face and soaking his mane of
surfer-blond long hair. By the time the stream had dwindled he was soaked
in piss and his belly was full of the hot liquid. With barely a squeeze of
his cock, he had started cumming in body-shaking spasms that shot up all
over his face and hair in at least a dozen thick ropes of jizz. He moaned
with the sheer intensity of his orgasm, the most powerful he'd ever
had. And from that moment on, he had craved piss.


Now laying in his bed, twizzling his tits, he decided to take it to the
next level. He wanted to lay soaked in his piss, wallowing in it like a
pig. Yeah, a pig. He liked that word. With a groan he released the pent-up
strain from his bladder and began blasting his body with hot
piss. FUUUCCKKK, this felt so good. He let his raging firehose piss freely
over his face, splatting the headboard and soaking his hair. His chest soon
held a sloshing pool of yellow liquid and his sheets and bedspread were
sopping wet. He didn't care. In fact, he wanted more. He felt his cravings
amping up as he lay in the rank stink of his emptied bladder. He loved that
smell. He didn't want to shower and wash it off. He rubbed the piss hard
into his chest hair and armpits, scooping up handfuls of liquid to massage
deep into his fur. Why had he not realized how sexy piss smelled before?
Why had he bothered with all those deodorants and colognes and body sprays?
He cringed at the memories that seemed like a lifetime ago. He was never
using any of them again. He wanted to smell like what his body produced,
what a man produced.


Luxuriating in the stink, he gave his cock a couple strokes and blasted his
morning cum all over his face and chest. "Ahhhh FUCCCKKK," he shouted, as
spurt after spurt shot out of his steel-hard rod, coating the young
quarterback in scalding jizz. This too he rubbed into his body. He wanted
to reek of piss and cum. Laying there, coming down from his orgasmic high,
he made the decision to do just that. He was going to go to school without
showering. He left his hair wet with jizz and piss. He put on an open-sided
tanktop with barely-there straps so that his smelly chest and puffy tits
were on full display, along with his piss-soaked armpits free of any
deodorant or antiperspirant. Even a few days ago he never would have done
anything like this, but today it felt perfectly natural. He completed his
outfit with a crusty jockstrap, and then grabbed a pair of old jeans and
some scissors, creating the skimpiest cutoffs possible. The ragged ends
were so short that his ample asscheeks were hanging out, and the stained
jock was clearly poking through each side. For once, he couldn't wait to
get to school. He was as proud as a peacock, eager to show off his new look
and smell.


***

Down the hall, Caleb's father Bill was undergoing a similar awakening. He
was also alone in his bedroom, lying in bed as the day began. He was alone
because his wife Angela had left for her sister's house a week ago. Almost
overnight, Bill had decided he had no interest in her or any other
woman. The sight, sound, even the smell of women suddenly made him
nauseous, and he made no effort to hide his disdain. What did turn him on
was men. All men. Every man. Angela had come to bed one night to find her
husband completely naked, watching porn on his laptop and stroking his
massive ten-inch beercan cock. At first, she had thought this was some new
foreplay or sex game, until she saw the screen was filled with burly, hairy
men all fucking and fisting each other. Bill didn't even acknowledge her or
her questions, but instead, stroked his greased-up cock and squeezed his
giant balls, his eyes never leaving the screen. His mouth was open and he
was visibly drooling, thick spit running down his chin and over his thick
dad bod midsection. Angela had finally retreated to the guest bedroom, and
after two more nights of identical results, ultimately decided to join her
sister a thousand miles away. Bill hadn't even bothered to say goodbye when
she left, but was up in the bedroom, watching porn and shoving the handle
of his hammer from the toolshed into his ass. Oddly, his son Caleb didn't
even ask about his mother's absence, almost as if he too was relieved to be
living in a house of only men.


Up until about a month ago, Bill would have been getting ready for work by
now. As president of the local bank, he was an important and influential
man in Grassmore. But recently he'd barely been making an appearance. When
not bating in his bedroom, he'd found himself on the prowl for cock. Any
cock. He craved it with almost pure intensity. In college he'd fooled
around once with one of his fraternity brothers after a night of
drinking. While he wasn't ashamed of the drunken encounter, it also hadn't
done that much for him, and he'd never really thought about sex with men
since. But now ... now, he couldn't get enough.


He'd started at the restrooms adjacent to the picnic pavilion in the local
park. In a sort of fugue he had driven there one morning instead of the
bank. He was surprised to find four or five other cars in the parking lot
at that morning hour, and sure enough, when he walked in, he found a small
gathering of men in various states of undress and all in a full state of
arousal. Grassmore being a small town, he recognized most of them: one of
the high school's teachers was being sucked by the owner of the hardware
store; two construction crew guys from the trailer park on the edge of town
were taking turns fucking one of the old-timers who hung out at the VFW
hall. Bill dropped to his knees in front of his mechanic and began sucking
his cock like a starving whore. No words were exchanged other than moans,
grunts, and a flow of "fuck yeah," "deeper," "harder," and "awww fuck, I'm
cummming..." No one had paused or attempted to cover up when Bill had
walked in, nor did he when others entered the increasingly crowded
cinderblock room. On that first visit he swallowed six loads of cum, and
took another three up his previously virgin ass as if he'd been bottoming
his whole life. He was a natural and it felt natural.


Since that first day, Bill had spent more and more time in the park
restroom and had found other spots throughout town to hook up with men:
beneath the highway overpass; off the wooded trails behind the fairgrounds;
down in the basement archives of City Hall. Bill had lost count of the
number of cocks he'd sucked and had up his ass, which he increasingly
thought of as his cunt. His pig cunt. His insatiable pig cunt. Even though
nearly everyone in town knew exactly who he was, he left no shame in his
actions. He wanted people to know he was cock- and cum-loving pig.


Yet, in spite of that instability, Bill wasn't going to go prowl for dick
this particular morning. After distantly hearing Caleb leave for school
with a barely-murmured goodbye through the closed bedroom door, Bill sat
bating and edging, waiting for the doorbell to ring. Right on time, it did
so at 9:00 a.m. He put on a robe, leaving the front open and his hard,
greasy cock on full display. He opened the door to see a scrawny, heavily
tattooed guy in his dirty brown delivery service uniform and a pair of
brown Timberlands, staring down at his clipboard. "Special delivery," the
guy said before looking up and spotting Bill exposing himself and openly
jacking off at the front door. The rough-looking tradie smiled, showing off
his meth mouth, and said, "Let me get these inside for you sir." He pushed
the horizontal moving cart laden with a dozen boxes into the foyer and
kicked the door closed behind him. Not missing a beat, Bill leaned over the
stack of boxes, and pulled his robe to the side, exposing his puffy, red
cunt still raw from the previous night's gangbang in the woods. The
delivery guy hauled a veiny hard cock through his fly, leaving the rest of
his uniform and boots in place. "Yeah, you rich fucks are all the same, you
fucking piece of shit," the tattooed kid growled. "Just want some trailer
park cock to fill your empty pig cunt."


"Oh yeah, man," Bill growled back. "That's exactly what I need. Give it to
me you fucking carny reject." The delivery dude smiled an evil, gap-toothed
grin and shoved his entire cock into Bill's hole -- no lube, no spit, no
taking his time. Bill screamed as the long cock bottomed out in his
ass. "FUCKKKK, ah man, that feels so good. Fuck me hard, fucker." And the
scrawny trailer trash proceeded to do just that, his low hanging balls
swinging and smacking Bill with each hard thrust. He wrapped his dirty
fingers around Bill's face, shoving them into his mouth from both
sides. Bill sucked eagerly on the filthy digits as he was getting fucked,
their nasty intrusion in his mouth preventing any more talk other than
guttural moans and groans. His own oozing cock was pinned against the
boxes, humping up and down as he was pounded from behind like a ragdoll.


The "carny reject" pulled Bill's head back by the mouth like a hooked fish,
pressing his own, tattooed face against Bill's neck and ears. At first, he
slobbered up and down each side as he fucked, coating Bill in thick
spit. Then the driver started biting and chewing on his fucktoy, seizing
hunks of earlobe and throat in his teeth until he tasted blood. Bill just
moaned louder, bucking up against his assault in a vain attempt to get the
cock even deeper in his guts. "FUUCKKK, I'm gonna blow," the delivery dude
finally bellowed, sending a non-stop stream of scalding cum deep into
Bill's eager cunt. Bill attempted to say something through the slobber
running from his finger-packed mouth and started spewing jizz all over the
boxes.


The delivery guy yanked his cock out as quickly as he'd stuffed it
in. Without a word, he tucked the snake back into his brown shorts, picked
up the clipboard, and left. Only as the door was closing did he say, "I'll
be back tomorrow for the cart." Bill smiled as cum oozed from his cunt and
puddled on the floor. That's something to look forward to, he thought as he
began to take the boxes upstairs to the bedroom.


***

Back at school, Caleb's barely-there tanktop and cutoffs outfit was
attracting a lot of attention. So was the distinct smell of piss, cum, and
sweat pulsing off his body. He'd always been a popular kid, even more so
since becoming the school's starting quarterback at only 16. But now it
seemed that everyone wanted to get close to him. By first period he had
been nearly smothered in handshakes, high-fives, pats on the back, and more
than few outright molestations of his chest, tits, and crotch. He loved
every second of the attention, whether it came from other teammate studs on
the football team or the skinniest bookworm.


By the time he plopped into his desk, his cock was fully engorged and
pressing obscenely through the denim of his shorts. That's when he heard a
high-pitched voice that grated in his ears, "Mr. Ballstone, Caleb stinks
really bad."  Mr. Ballstone had been sitting up front with his feet on the
teacher's desk. Cabel couldn't be sure, but he thought he'd been massaging
a lump in his khaki pants before Missy had broken his concentration. That's
when Caleb suddenly realized that not only did he not think about girls
anymore, he didn't really even register their existence. Thinking back over
his peacock's parade through the school halls this morning, he had sought
out and gotten the attention of every guy in school. Had he been more
focused, he would have seen the girls recoiling at his pungent stink and
openly gawking at the cum still visible on his face and in his
hair. Missy's grating voice was an unwelcome intrusion into his all-male
tunnel vision. Apparently, Mr. Ballstone agreed.


"I think Caleb smells and looks great. Anyone who disagrees is free to
leave. There will be no penalties if you do." It was just what was needed
to get the girls to leave. Soon the entire classroom was filled solely with
young, horny men and their obviously aroused teacher. "Fuck, I thought
they'd never leave," proclaimed Mr. Ballstone with a grin. "Caleb, get up
here." Caleb reported to the front of the class, his cutoffs now sporting a
huge and growing wet spot from his leaking cock. The teacher put his hand
under Caleb's tanktop, openly massaging the quarterback's pecs and twisting
his nipples. "Damn boy you smell good. Tell us all what that stink is."


"Well, sir, it's about a gallon of morning piss that I sprayed all over
myself in my bed this morning. And then I jerked off and I must have
unloaded about another gallon of cum, that I also rubbed into my skin. And
I keep my bedroom real warm, so I'm hot and sweaty, and I've stopped
showering and using deodorant." As he talked, he used his hands to rub his
own hardon, as well as the thick stick of meat in Mr. Ballstone's
trousers. All his classmates were also eagerly rubbing their crotches as he
talked, watching the display at the front of the classroom.


"Mmmm...yeah boy, that's some good pig stink. Got me good and horny as you
can see." He paused and opened up his pants and loosened his belt, so they
dropped to his ankles. The older man was freeballing, and suddenly Caleb's
hand was filled with hot teacher cock. Caleb took the cue and dropped his
own cutoffs, kicking them off so he was just shirtcocking in his tanktop in
front of the class as he and Mr. Ballstone mutually jacked each other
off. "Boys, anyone here need to take a leak?" A few of the students raised
their hands. "Come on up here then, and let's add some more piss to this
stink pig. Give me some too while you're at it." It took no time for all
the students to get out of their clothes, naked and stroking. About five
lads of every size and shape came up front, their hard cocks pointing the
way. Where once they might have been piss shy, now they started emptying
their bladders freely, letting it arc up and land wherever. Soon Caleb and
his teacher were soaked in piss, as was everything around them -- the
classroom floor, the desk, Mr. Ballstone's books and papers.


Meanwhile, Mr. Ballstone had turned Caleb's face to his and began kissing
him with a slobbering open mouth. It was Caleb's first man-kiss and he
loved it, attacking his teacher's tongue with passion and sucking all the
slobber he could out of his mentor's drooling mouth. By now the whole class
was pressed around them, some pissing, some kissing, and all jacking off
furiously. When the cum started to fly, by mutual intuition Caleb and
Mr. Ballstone dropped to their knees. Jet after jet of young, teen jizz
shot from nearly 20 hard cocks, coating the two piss-soaked pigs on their
knees. Soon their entire faces were hidden under thick, creamy layers of
pig batter. They resumed making out, rubbing the jizz hard into the other's
face and hair. As the moans and grunts subsided, the students slowly
returned to their seats, including Caleb who decided to proudly wear his
cum facial the rest of the day. Mr. Ballstone pulled his piss-soaked pants
up, reuniting them with the rest of his soaked teacher's outfit. "Tell you
what lads," he said as he settled into his wet chair, "let's just make this
a study hall." And with that he pulled out his phone, punched up a porn
site, and began massaging his cock back to another hard-on. Caleb and his
classmates thought it was a great first period.


***

There was no football practice on Mondays, so Caleb headed straight
home. It had been the best Monday at school ever. The entire day had pretty
much been a repeat of Mr. Ballstone's class. By third period all the girls
and women in the building had more or less fled from the onslaught of
unleashed testosterone and male pig pheromones. By final period, the
classroom was basically one massive orgy, with students instinctively
embracing the pleasures of male-male sucking and fucking. A few adventurous
souls even started to explore fisting, although nearly all of them were
virgins to such extremes. Piss flowed like water over everything and the
entire building stank like a urinal, fueling the lusty boys even more.


As he walked in the front door of his house, Caleb wrestled with a
conundrum -- should he tell his father about his new adventures? He
suddenly realized he hadn't seen much of his dad in the past few
weeks. He'd been so focused on his cock and growing appreciation for
raunchy man sex that he'd kind of forgotten about everything else,
including his old man. And he also got the sense his dad had been spending
a lot of hours somewhere else, although he had no idea where that might be
other than the bank. But Caleb didn't want to his dad to freak out over the
kinds of things he had done today, and planned to do for the rest of his
life. That's when he heard his dad's voice from upstairs call down, "Son,
I'm glad you are home. Can you come upstairs?" It was now that Caleb
realized there was no hiding what was happening from his dad. He had
already normalized his slutty clothes; his piss- and cum-soaked body and
hair; his reeking stink. But how would his dad react? Well, there was no
turning back now as he dutifully headed up the staircase.


At the landing he paused at a stack of broken-down boxes that definitely
had not been there earlier in the morning. He spotted at least two boxes
that, from their markings and imagery, had obviously held giant tv
screens. The others were more mysterious, labeled with names like "Maison
de Toys," "Huffing Harry's," and "Grease the Wheels House of Lubricants."
He headed down the hall towards his father's bedroom (he'd already stopped
thinking of it as his parent's bedroom), and knocked softly. "Come in," his
dad called from the other side. Caleb took a deep breath, even now aroused
by his stink as he inhaled, and walked in. He stopped dead in his tracks at
the sight on the other side of the door.


The walls of the bedroom had been stripped of all pictures and
artwork. Instead, not two but three giant flat panel screens were playing
man-on-man porn. Across all three screens flickered images of hot daddies
and burly bull men in sweaty, raunchy sex. The sound was on too and the
room was filled with the grunts and dirty talk of rutting pigs. Apparently,
his dad had also removed all the dressers and other furniture. Instead, the
room was filled with long tables, each piled with sex toys of every shape
and description. On one table was nothing but dildos, arranged from tiny
finger-length vibrators to gigantic silicone monsters in the shape of horse
and elephant cocks. Another table was pumps -- penis pumps, nipple pumps,
vacuum pumps for the ass, and more. There were ball stretchers and cock
rings; jars and bottles and tubes of lube; there were at least a dozen
varieties of poppers. In one corner was a full sling while a deluxe rimseat
sat in another. And in the middle of it all was his dad in his king-sized
bed, smoking a huge blunt and writhing on an enormously long double dildo
that hung out of his hairy cunt. "Hi son," he grinned as Caleb looked
around the chamber in wonder. "You look incredible Caleb. Why don't come
over and greet your old man?"


Caleb walked over to the edge of the bed and climbed in, moving on all
fours towards his father. It was like he was seeing him for the first
time. Bill was sexy as fuck! He was a tall man at 6'3, and obviously had
once been a pretty mean stack of muscle. Now in his 50s, his weight had
shifted to a combination of muscle and paunch that turned Caleb on,
especially his dad's nice beer belly. He was a hairy man too, which was
just starting to show a sprinkling of grey. Bill took a lung-fucking drag
off the enormous blunt and pulled Caleb in for their first real kiss. Caleb
inhaled the smoke deeply as the two wrapped their tongues around the
other. "Fuck, son, you smell so good."


Caleb exhaled and looked around the room. "This is amazing dad. Where did
all this stuff come from?"


Bill took another hit as he wrapped his arm around his teenage son, pulling
him into the nook of his hairy armpit and against his still-impressive
pecs. Caleb could tell his father was thoroughly stoned as he began to
explain, which made his father seem even sexier: "I realized that I've been
spending money on all the stupidest things. Clothes I don't need. Furniture
I'm afraid to get messy. Content I'm never going to watch. But recently,
things have been becoming clearer to me."


"Yeah, I know what you mean about things getting clearer," interjected
Caleb before letting his dad continue.


Bill nodded that he understood, and said, "So I decided to
reprioritize. The house is paid off, so from now on, there are only five
things we spend money on, boy: food, drink, cars, drugs, and our sexual
pleasure. You good with that Caleb?"


"Yeah, dad, that sounds awesome," the quarterback replied, fishing out his
hard cock from his jockstrap and cutoffs. He reached for a bottle of
poppers and huffed back and forth while he listened to his father.


"But with those five things, Caleb, I want you to spend whatever you
want. Buy the best party drugs for you and your friends. Spring for the
most extreme porn money can buy. Trash the furniture with your piss and
sperm and even more until we have finally have to throw it out, and then
we'll buy more and start piss-marking it all over again. This house is our
pleasure palace, starting in this room. Taking my own advice, I spent a few
thousand dollars to have everything you see here delivered at 9:00
a.m. this morning, and then I spent the rest of the day creating this space
for us. Well, after the delivery guy fucked me..."


Caleb looked up at his father with new admiration, kissing him passionately
before taking the blunt for himself. Feeling the poppers and weed work
their magic, he wriggled out from his dad's embrace and instead straddled
him, rubbing their cocks together with one hand while he smoked down the
joint with the other. As he pumped their cocks together in his hand, he
felt something big and slick at his shithole. Looking over his shoulder he
saw that his dad had turned the double dildo into a u-shape, with one half
still buried in the older man's cunt. Caleb moaned as he pushed back on the
other half, feeling it sink into his guts. Father and son stared into each
other's eyes, united by their pressed-together cocks and filled holes. "I
love you son," Bill moaned with pure passion and lust, "I feel like we're
at the beginning of something here, and I want us to share everything
together. No limits, Caleb. I want us to be father and son united in
depraved, degenerate, perverted pleasure."


"Oh fuck, dad, I want that too. I love you so much. You are so fucking hot
and there's no line I won't cross with you. Let's spend our lives being
father/son pigs." Even as the last words were coming out of his mouth, they
both felt the ecstasy building from their shared vows of
depravity. Simultaneously they erupted, coating Bill's chest with geysers
of scalding incestuous cum. In spite of the many orgasms Caleb had already
enjoyed that day, this one was his strongest yet, with at least a dozen
volleys of creamy jizz splattering across his father's pecs and paunchy
beer belly. He squirmed on the double dildo in his ass to keep triggering
his G-spot and the loads seemed to go on forever. Just as impressively, his
father matched him shot for shot, sending his own buckets of spooge over
his hairy torso.


When at last the volleys died down, Caleb collapsed on his father's chest,
careful to keep his half of the shared dildo buried in his cunt where it
belonged. He felt the hot rivers of cum squish between them, and then felt
something else warm and wet. His dad's pinned cock was pissing between
their slicked-up bodies. Caleb moaned with pleasure and opened up his own
bladder, flooding them both and the bed with rank, yellow nectar. Sopping
wet with piss and cum, and still united by the shared dildo in their holes,
the two familial pigs fell asleep, one atop the other. Caleb wished every
Monday in Grassmore could be this great.