Date: Tue, 25 Jul 2023 13:58:44 +0200 (CEST) From: Dralion Subject: Morphed into a pig Chapter 25 THEY WERE GOING TO PUT HIM IN DIAPERS. SICK BASTARDS. But I fucking loved the idea. That was so depraved that it was out of the scale in my sick mind. I wanted to be put in diapers. The thought made me very horny and I bet I was sweating more. I could feel the sweat running down my body, down my legs, soaking the black football socks inside my Doc Martens'. WHAT THE FUCK WAS WRONG WITH ME. Obviously nothing by how hard my dick strained against the metal cage. From where I stood I had a very limited view because of the lenses on the hood. I could see straight in front of me and the very strict minimum on the sides. I could see the biker displayed straight in front of me and I could see a bit in the mirror what was happening around him. I could not wait to see him sealed in the diaper suit. SICK BASTARD. But first they took care of his arse. The biker dragged the metal stool in front of the barman and bent him over it. He greased his rubber covered hands, stretched his hole open, finger fucked him a bit to stretch him, grabbed a bigger gape keeper and showed it up his hole. The biker moaned like a pig as his hole as he got stuffed with the big red rubber plug. Again, it was completely clinical. The biker just sealed his hole. Once he was plugged, the barman stood with his legs wideapart, his hands behind his back and looked resigned to his fate. Like if he had any real choice. He was a depraved pig and definitely craved of the humiliation. The biker grabbed a large feeding bottle filled with an orange liquid. He pushed the metal tip in the barman's mouth who immediately started to suck hard on the tip to drink. The biker evil smirked said that the barman had made a mistake in not waiting to be told to drink. Not so perfect then. Good. The biker held the bottle to his mouth until he completely emptied it. Then he fed him a second bottle filled with a white liquid. This time the barman waited to be told to drink and he emptied it sucking on the metal tit. Like a piglet. Like a baby. Like a pig. They were making sure that his diaper didn't stay dry for too long. The rubber skin squatted in front of him holding the very thick diaper open, pulled it between his legs, enclosed his groin and arse and sealed it on him. The barman looked stupid and horny as hell sealed in the thick white diaper. At least they didn't choose one with a stupid cartoon on it. The biker held the thick rubber suit if font of the now diapered barman to show him his rubber prison for the next few hours. It was a thick black rubber surf suit with a zip going down from the neck to the waist. The difference with a normal surf suit was the large loose see through pouch between the legs. Obviously the pouch was made to accommodate the diaper allowing it to swell as the the barman pissed himself without squeezing the piss out of it. That was evil. That was genius. A pig could stay all day long diapered without any excuse to be released...... The biker lowered the suit down and told the barman to get in. First he put his feet through the legs of the short. The biker pulled it up to his waist and let it hang there. Inside the suit was a buckle to tighten it completely but before the biker did that, the rubber skin shouted. `'HOGG NEED A PISS?'' `'GRUUUIIKK!!!!!'' FUCK. At the words, the barman couldn't stop himself to jerk his head up in shock. I knew how he felt. Good. They knew how to keep him on his toes too. The piss pig was already running from the front of the shop from the noise and slid to a stop of the barman with a huge grin on his depraved face. The gag was again around his neck. I had to do a double take because he now had two nose rings. Not just one. FUCKING TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A very tick one at the back of his nose resting over his top lip and a slightly smaller thick ring hanging just above his lips. I would call the smaller one large. Of course the biker didn't miss my reaction to the nose rings. `'You like the snout rings pig? Don't be jealous. I will get you one. Or two. If you are a good pig I'll take you home with one to start.'' And I knew by the look in his eyes that he was not joking at all. In no time he pulled his big dick with a huge pa ring through the head out of his shorts. He pushed his dick inside the diaper under the rubber and sighed as he revealed himself soaking the it with his nasty piss. The diaper didn't stay dry for long. `'STOP.'' The piss pig moaned in disappointment. He probably didn't empty himself completely; He pulled his dick out, rubbed his hand over his wet gland to dry it and licked his hand clean. YEP. A dirty pig. With a gleeful smirk he snogged the barman letting him taste the piss he was now stewing in. EVIL BASTARD. And with a wink at me he strutted away like a fucking happy diva. The men around the barman just laughed at the piss pig antics. He was the local clown apparently. The biker tightened the belt inside the suit completely sealing the diaper in rubber. He told the barman to put his arms through the sleeves pulled the top part over his shoulder. He pulled the zipper up to his neck and using a special key locked it in place. It didn't need a padlock. The locking device was integrated in the zipper. They put a similar suit on the side next to a box of diapers. They put a pair of black football socks and his black Doc Martens' back on his feet. Next the rubber skin grabbed put a pair of industrial gloves on his hands and up his arms before encasing him in a thick rubber straight jacket. With the help of the biker they put his rubbered up arms in the sleeves and pulled the jacket completely over the diaper suit. They fastened the zip at the back and locked the four straps going down his back. They pulled the straps between his legs and locked them tight; At the chest and navel level they were to tick rubber square riveted to the jacket. A strap could be pulled through the opening to secure the straps in the back. The straps would not slip off the jacket. A jacket was added to the display gear. And a thick suspension harness. It was more simple than the one I was strapped in but very efficient. They passed two straps with padding between his legs and locked a strap at the top of his thighs . A large belt was secure around his waist, one large strap across his chest, and finally two straps with padding on his shoulders attached to the chest and waist straps. He could be easily hanged from the large rings on the shoulders. Next they finish to lock the straight jacket on him by crossing his arms on his front and pulling them towards his back to secure the straps in place. To finish it off they locked a very thick straps around his forearms in the front. There was no way for him to escape. When the biker and rubber skin squatted in front of the barman and locked heavy duty suspension restraints on his ankles, I knew he was going to end up suspended. Upside down. `'Time to finish you off pig.'' The barman turned to his attention to the biker who was holding a thick metal chain just like mine. He locked it around the barman's neck and pocketed the keys. Then he grabbed a very thick posture collar that would fit like a tube around his neck. `'But first you need this.'' This time his eyes went wide as he turned his head to face the rubber skin holding a rubber hood. A fucking monstrosity. I tried to see what the hood looked like and it was hard work sealed in rubber and with the restricting lenses. Front the outside it looked like an inflated or heavily padded rubber oval shape with two small grommets on the nose holes and a wider one over the mouth hole. A finger would not fit through the mouth hole. He would be able to breathe. Just not easily. I could talk. If I could. Thinking of breathing made me automatically breathe deeper pulling air through the tubes in my nose, pushing my tongue in the rubber sleeve and pulling air through the holes in the mouth guard. The sound of breathing was the only think I could hear under my hood. And I started panting when I saw the rubber skin opening the hood and showing the inside of the hood. The barman sort of jerk on his spotwhen he saw the inside of the hood. I could not see but he was definitely reacting to the inside of the hood. The biker taped the rubber skin shoulders jerking his head towards me. Smelling the rubber skin walked near me and showed me the inside of the hood. It was very thick moulded rubber. In a shape of the face. Once the hood was going on the barman, his face would fill the hollow rubber one. His eyes would go in the rubber eyes. I bet he would be able to open his eyes. And see nothing. His nose would go over the two small tubes connected to the small metal grommets on the outside. And his mouth would be impaled on the large rubber cock connected to the mouth grommet. To seal it there were three zips going down the back of his head. The smirking rubber skin walked back the the barman, pushed the opened rubber hood on his face aligning his nose with the tubes and his mouth with the penis gag before using it firmly against his face. The biker pulled the thick rubber over his head and pulled two of the zippers down. The rubber skin pulled the third one done. That must have been tight as fuck. They checked that the barman could breathe before the biker enclosed his neck in they extra wide thick rubber collar forcing his head up. More gear joined the display pile. `'Ok guys. Time to put the pigs in place.'' FUCK FUCK FUCK. The rubber skin grabbed the barman by one arm and dragged him towards the front part of the shop. The biker grabbed my arm to follow them. The other men grabbed both piles of rubber to display. Walking sealed in the rubber and the harness was not easy but the biker just dragged me forward. `'Imagine if we keep you like that for your bottle boy shift later. We just release your ams to work, the rest stays on.....'' BASTARD. He was joking. Was he? FUCK FUCK FUCK. Once we reached the front, I saw the barman being forced down on his back on the floor. The muscle skin was locking a suspension bar on his feet. First he joined the straps from on each side of the hanging restraints with a thick locking ring, resting it against the barman boot's soles. Then he locked a very thick suspension bar with a very thin ring and a chain in the centre between his ankles. Once he was satisfied he grabbed the hoist control box hanging near the desk and brought the hoist just above the barman and lowered the kook. He passed the hook through the middle ring and start to raise the barman's feet of the ground. Once the airman was only resting on the floor with his shoulders, the muscle skin locked both ends of the chains to the suspension restraints. They made sure that he was well secured. Or they made sure that he would stay suspended for a long time. Whenthe skin was satisfied he raised the barman off the floor until his head was just above the door. The skin pushed the barman a bit to make him swing for a bit. I was fucking happy he was the one hanging upside down. My heart froze when the muscle skin grabbed a second control and brought a second hook on the rail. `'Didn't think we forgot about you piggy.'' FUCK FUCK FUCK. The biker and the rubber skin forced me down on my back and I felt them spreading my ankles, locking what I could only imagine being a spreading bar on them. I nearly pissed myself when they raised my feet off the ground. Keeping my back on the floor. I could barely see them locking a chain to my ankles and then they lifted me off the ground. I was fucking hanging upside down. My mind was going fucking wild. A mixture of fear, pleasure, fear, depraved pleasure. The biker kneeled next to me, grabbed my head with both hands to stop me from swirling too much. He just looked at me. I calmed down. He had a fucking evil smirk as he moved me to face the barman. I moaned like a pig when I felt a strap being locked around our waist, then one joining our thighs, another on our legs. To finis they use a short metal bar of some stop forcing our head together. I could only see the black rubber of the barman's hood. And with that they hoisted us of the ground until we were above they heads like a fucking twisted chandelier. Out of reach but definitely not out of sight. A week ago I was in a club in search of my next pig. Now I was one of two pigs hanging as a depraved display for perverts shopping. I could only think about what a ring would feel like in my snout. Not my nose. My snout. The manager clapping his hands brought me out of my twisted thoughts and I couldn't stop myself from shivering at his next word. next word. `'Time to open the doors boys.'' Nifty needs your help, so drop your cock for few seconds, reach for your wallet and donate to: https://donate.nifty.org/donate.html and back to your cock ;@)))) Comments, suggestions welcome. ;@))) depravpig@orange.fr