Date: Sat, 1 Aug 2020 18:35:55 +0200
From: "Piggysleaze@mail.com" <piggysleaze@mail.com>
Subject: Diary of a quarentined raunch pig

Disclaimer: This is a story EXTREME SCAT (i.e., shit, puke, piss) and
other depravities. Do not read if younger than 18. This story was
inspired by "Pandemic Scat." Thanks to ursalex1@optonline.net for getting
my juices flowing! This is entirely fantasy and does not represent any
real people.

March 15: Got the news today that Jeff and I both will be working from
home for the foreseeable future because of Covid. Fortunately, that's no
big deal for either of us. When we got married a few years ago we decided
to buy a large cabin with tons of space and lots of privacy. Since we
both work in tech we made sure the place had excellent internet
connectivity and often worked on projects from the quiet of the cabin.
Now that Covid is causing everything to shut down, we've relocated with
tons of food, all our computer gear, and of course lots of things to pass
the time such as our big collection of dildos, pumps, cigars, and enough
high-grade weed to keep a whole frat house stoned for weeks.

Both of us consider ourselves pigs, but truthfully the depths of my
perversions and depravity run a lot deeper than Jeff's. At 6'2 and 250
lbs, Jeff played football in high school and college. Now we're both in
40s and there's definitely more of mix of muscle and chub these days,
but I love his thick, hairy body and elongated nipples from years of
pumping. We're well-matched, each with 7.5 inches of veiny cock meat and
long-hanging balls. Don't get me wrong about Jeff's piggyness -- he
loves piss and fisting as much as I do. But my kinks for extreme shitplay
and the sickest levels of raunch have always been fulfilled when Jeff has
been away on business or so deep into a project he doesn't miss me for a
few days. That's when I hook up with a handful of fellow scat and puke
enthusiasts who share in my darkest desires.

Now that world is closed off and it is just Jeff and me at the cabin for
who know how long. Can't complain too much -- my man always makes me
horny as hell and cum like a teenager. But I sure am going to miss the
really sick stuff.

March 29: Two weeks and Jeff and I have gotten into our routine. Since we
hardly ever video conference with work the first thing to go was clothes.
We keep the heat cranked so that our hairy bodies can be free and sweaty.
Neither of us have touched a can of deodorant and the smell is
intoxicating. The musk is deep and rich and I think it is having an
effect on my husband.

Take this morning for example. Like I said, Jeff is an awesome piss pig.
He loves to wallow and writhe under a long, hot stream of steaming piss
from my thick cock and would drink it down by the gallon if I could
deliver that much. Our favorite is to grind against each other and let
the piss fly between us, splashing our faces and chests while we tug on
each other's puffed out nipples. But whenever we play that way it is
always somewhere sensible like our massive shower or outside on the deck.
Today was different. I was lounged on the leather couch in the living
room, naked of course, soft cock and heavy balls draped off the cushions.
Jeff walked into the room, a strange sort of glazed look on his face. As
he walked, he started pissing, letting it hit the floor as he padded
across the living room. The stream flew everywhere before finally landing
on me. Of course, my cock was rock hard now from watching the show of
indiscriminate pissing everywhere before my own face, chest and cock got
their soaking. Jeff was rock hard now too, the piss flying up in an arc
to me and over the couch and floor. The fountain seemed to flow forever,
and when it dwindled, I locked my lips over his beautiful meat. Jeff
pulled me down on the floor where we 69ed in a wide, wet puddle of
still-warm piss. We deep-throated in unison, noses buried in each
other's thick, musky bushes, our hands squeezing and yanking the
others' balls, and fingers snaking into warm mancunts. We also came in
unison, our lust ramped up so that we blew our wads fast and thick. I
drank every drop of course, as did Jeff. And then he just got up and
walked into the kitchen, leaving the pools of piss where they landed.
That was this morning. They are still there, adding a thick, metallic
urinal smell to our place. I love it, but I'm surprised at Jeff. Just to
see what would happen, I started pissing myself as we sat eating lunch.
The warm piss washed over my beer belly and balls, dripping onto the
chair and floor. Jeff just smiled and nodded appreciatively, absently
tugging at his cock.  That piss is still there too. What is happening
here?

June 3: Jeff has stopped working entirely. All of our sex toys are
scattered around in every room and he has porn playing 24/7 on every
screen. There isn't a table in the cabin that doesn't have brown bottles
of poppers and a stock of thick, well-rolled joints. I don't even know
where the porn videos are coming from but the loops are so fucking hot
and varied. He's found fisting, pissing, pumping, gar smoking pigs in
every possible combination. As soon as we are awake Jeff sparks up a
joint and lubes his cock. Of course, I join in, but this quarantine is
really changing my husband and I am just enjoying the ride. We now piss
freely all the time. All our furniture and floors are soaked in arid
piss. We still run the heat even though summer is starting in earnest.
Jeff hasn't showered in days and our rank stink is filling me with heady
lust.

Now he mostly just sits on the couch slowly jacking and vacuum pumping
his cock. His nipples are becoming almost like mini-utters because of all
the pumping he does to them. We fist almost every day now so that his
floppy cunt lips hang out for hours on end. And best of all, he's
starting to ooze shit from that gaping hole. I know he knows my drooling
rim jobs of his puffy rosebud is slathered in shit slime but he doesn't
seem to mind now. Far from being grossed out like he used to be he now
just smiles and pushes me deeper into his shitty hole. What's next, I
wonder...?

June 4: Jeff called me into the living room just after lunch. The room
was thick with the smoke of countless cigars and joints but this time
there was an unmistakable reek of shit. Jeff was on that same leather
couch, fat cock engorged within a clear penis pump. He looked so fucking
sexy, but now I was even more turned on because there was a giant pile of
shit just beside his puffy, pushed out cunt. Looking directly at me, he
scooped up a handful and started to rub his meaty, matted pecs with the
brown manslop. I was on him in flash, diving to meet his drooling mouth
and squish my hands into the piles of sludge that he continued to haul up
to his chest and belly. Our shit-covered hands were everywhere...smearing
our bodies, heads, and faces. Jeff released the pressure on the pump and
eased his bloated cock out. It was coated in shit slime within seconds as
we frotted our cocks together in a bath of sewage, made slicker as we
both started pissing. While our hands were in constant motion, our mouths
were practically locked, tongues diving deep into each other generating a
constant flow of slobber than ran down our faces and chins. At one point
I dared to break off our mouth combat and drove my tongue deep into his
nostril. The old Jeff would have balked at such a depraved act, but my
quarantined husband moaned and pushed me deeper into his packed nasal
passage. I went back and forth, swabbing snot with my tongue and sharing
it in deep spittle kisses. Jeff reciprocated adding nose slime our
already brown and drool streaked faces. Eventually our shit-covered cocks
erupted with thick ropes of cum, stark against the packed brown of our
now fully coated bellies.

We laid there for a while, maybe even dozed up. But when Jeff finally
roused himself, he didn't head to the shower as I expected him to. He
simply headed outside to the patio and plopped his shit-covered body on a
lounge chair. It didn't take long before he was smoking another cigar
and casually flicking his long nipples, all without a thought to cleaning
up.

June 10: Our cabin reeks of shit, piss and puke. Neither of us have
showered off the layers of sewage that now coat our every inch of our
bodies. After that first shit session things progressed even further. The
porn on our TVs has become the sickest, most depraved available. Every
set in the house blares an endless loop of shit fucking, shit packing,
and other degenerate acts on full volume. I have no idea where Jeff was
finding it all, but the videos got progressively nastier. Horses fucking
dude's ruined cunts. Hot fucking manpigs wallowing in barnyards of
animal manure and slime. Men taking dog cocks and their raw, red knots.
And hours and hours of scat porn's finest.
The thermostat has been turned up even higher. Our bodies sweat
constantly, returning our crusty layers of shit into slimy sludge for
smearing and using as lube. I've lost count of our fisting sessions. Now
both of my thick, arms slide easily into Jeff's ravaged cunt and mine is
nearly there for both his former linebacker arms to slide into me. We
both live in a constant haze of weed and poppers.

After shit play became a daily routine, puke was not far behind. Jeff was
the one who initiated, stuffing a pile of fresh shit down my throat. The
way he kept pushing down my gullet left no question what he was after. As
I retched and hurled, and pulled me in for an intense open mouth kiss. I
emptied my guts over his face and down his throat, as he moaned and
grunted with pleasure. Soon his own stomach sludge came up, coating our
faces and chests as we twisted each other's nipples to the point of
nearly ripping them off. I don't think my cock has ever been harder as
we faced each other, smothered in layers of everything my man could
produce--shit, puke, snot, piss, and cum. When my cock finally erupted,
it shot so high it splattered over both our faces and hair. A few minutes
later Jeff's orgasm was equally intense, as he fucked my gaping open
cunt that he'd filled with handfuls of shit mixed with puke.

July 15: The transformation of my husband into a filthy animal is
complete. There is never a thought about work or the outside world now.
We live in a constant state of reeking shit, piss, and puke which covers
us and every surface of our cabin. We have become drooling, rutting
animals, wallowing in our filth all day, every day. I am in pig heaven.