Date: Tue, 19 Jul 2022 19:38:36 +0200
From: "Piggysleaze@mail.com" <piggysleaze@mail.com>
Subject: The Hall of Pigs -- 12 (The G & P Museum Cafe)

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Disclaimer and background: This series combines light science fiction and
heavy raunch, along with a few other delicious depravities. It is
extrapolated out from some of my other stories, but should stand on its own
if you haven't read those. As always, do not read if younger than 18 and
this work of fiction does not represent any real people (duh...it is set in
the future!). Email is always welcome: piggysleaze@mail.com


Jared staggered back up the barn ramp and returned to the museum floor, dog
cum still dribbling from his boicunt and a slime of bull manure spread up
and down his face. Once he reentered the atrium, he turned to the left and
towards the large neon sign announcing "The G & P Museum Cafe." Jared felt
his stomach rumble, both from hunger and the combination of bull sludge,
human shit, piss, and cum that had found its way into his stomach since his
arrival at the museum. He paused at the entrance to the cafe, thinking
there might be an introduction or interpretive element, but nothing came
on. Apparently, like the Scat Arena, the curators had decided not to try
and force too much history on the visitor, although Jared certainly
wouldn't have minded. However, there was a sign just inside the open
entryway: "The Hall of Pigs thanks our corporate sponsors for the generous
underwriting of The Gunge and Puke Museum Cafe. Please enjoy the unlimited
food however you wish, although nastier is better."


As Jared entered the cafe, he saw that it was built around a giant
horseshoe-shaped conveyor belt that both began and ended through openings
to this left. He assumed the kitchens were on the other side. All around
the conveyor belt was an assortment of chairs, benches, booths, platforms
with mattresses, and slings. The cafe was in full swing with the lunchtime
crowd, and most of the seating choices were completely full. However, he
did spot a large, bare king-sized mattress atop a platform where a father
was wrestling around with his two sons, and it appeared he could easily
squeeze in. He approached the platform and cleared his throat politely, but
the trio was thoroughly engaged in their boisterous rough-housing. "Excuse
me, sir," Jared tried again, hoping he was speaking loudly enough, but
respectfully. The father looked up from having his head buried between his
two laughing and giggling sons, each of which he had pinned under either
arm. His face was coated in dark brown with mashed up chunks dripping off
in great splats. Upon seeing him, Jared first assumed the daddy was covered
in shit, until he saw that the brown mush was filled with sprinkles and
candies. He realized the family had been wrestling around with a large
chocolate cake. Having gotten the father's attention, Jared continued, "I
was wondering if I could join you. The place is pretty full, and..."


He didn't get any further before one of the boys wiggled out from under his
dad's arm and thrust his chocolate cake-covered hand out to Jared, "Hi! I'm
Ricky and today's my birthday," he said eagerly. He looked about Jared's
age. In fact, he looked a lot like Jared overall -- skinny and somewhat
bookish, definitely not one of the jock kids. Jared shook the mushy hand as
Ricky continued to chatter rapidly, apparently without a need to pause or
inhale: "this is my dad and my little brother Dexter, but we call him Dex,
and he doesn't talk much 'cause he likes to be the baby in the family and
we like him being a baby, and it would be really cool if wanted to come
play with us, Dad can he?" His father was smiling at his son's excitement,
and just managed to insert himself before Ricky could start up again.


"We'd be happy to have you join us. My name is David or you can call me
daddy, whichever you prefer."


"Daddy!" Jared replied without hesitation as he climbed up onto the
platform and filthy mattress to join the chocolate cake-covered
family. David was pantless and sporting a huge hard-on, while wearing a
white polo shirt that was filthy with cake and other stains. The shirt
showed off his broad shoulders and chest, as well as the ample swell of his
paunchy midsection, just the sort of dad bod that Jared loved so
much. Ricky was completely naked like Jared, while little Dex wore only a
diaper festooned with the cartoon characters from "My Hung Pony." Clearly
several years younger than his big brother, little Dex fit perfectly into
his baby role. Jared introduced himself and greeted them each with a
sloppy, open mouth kiss, savoring the taste of chocolate cake and spit from
each of them. Introductions properly made, Jared turned his attention to
the conveyor belt that was wheeling away alongside their mattress
platform. It was practically groaning with bowls and platters of food of
every variety. "Have you guys eaten yet," Jared asked as he eyed the
enormous offerings.


"We just started," David answered. "Since it is Ricky's birthday, we agreed
it was okay to start with dessert first," he said with a grin to his son,
scraping some of the destroyed cake off his face and holding it out to
Jared. Jared rubbed his face in the chocolatey mush while drooling into
David's hand so that it all got wet and slimy. Ricky likewise was smearing
the remnants of the dessert on Jared's chest, getting him coated like the
rest of the family. "There," David announced when they ran out of cake,
"now you are all caught up. Jared, would you like to pick something next?"


Jared reached for a large bowl of spaghetti in tomato sauce, and hauled it
over off the conveyor belt and onto the mattress. He grabbed a handful of
the warm, saucy pasta and held it out. "Is this okay, Daddy?" he asked.


"Oh yeah, son, that looks real good. Why don't you feed daddy some of that
messy spaghetti?" Jared took his handful and began rubbing it into the
adult man's face. He groaned and opened his mouth, allowing Jared to stuff
it full while smearing sauce across his cheeks and chin. Ricky joined in,
their two hands working in tandem across their shared daddy. Jared noticed
that Ricky was rough with his dad, mashing the spaghetti into his skin and
hair until it was pulverized and squished out. He took his new young
companion's cue and began to smash the pasta into his daddy harder and
harder, especially slapping the saucy pasta into David's balls, which
caused him to gasp and groan in pleasure, half-chewed spaghetti spilling
out of his open mouth. "Oh fuck yeah, boys. My nasty boys. Fucking paint me
hard with that sauce. Stain me in that mashed up food. That's it Jared,
destroy my balls." Little Dex, ever assuming the role of the baby in the
family, just grabbed tiny handfuls of the spaghetti to squeeze and toss at
the others, where it landed with satisfying plops as the older boys worked
their way through the bowl. David leaned over and grabbed his littlest boy
by the back of the head, bringing him in hard for an open mouth snog of
runny, chewed up pasta. Dex cooed happily into his daddy's mouth as he was
fed the mush. When they reached the bottom of the bowl, Jared scooped out
the last handful, and ground it into David's balls, squeezing and pulling
until the pasta was a thick ooze streaming between his fingers and over the
daddy's pulverized black and blue nuts.


Ricky scooted to the edge of the mattress and eyed the caravan of food that
lumbered by. He selected a plate of jumbo corndogs, still sizzling from the
fryer. He held one up, presenting it to his father who was continuing to
make out with Ricky's baby brother. Daddy eyed the corndog hungrily with a
sideways glance. Without breaking contact with his little boy, David raised
up his legs to present his dirty ass to his older son. While his father and
brother snogged, Ricky took the hot, fried treat and shoved it into the
man's puffy hole, watching his daddy scream into his young brother's mouth
as the hot grease burned the inside of his cunt. Thoroughly turned on by
watching Ricky's rough treatment of his dad, Jared grabbed a second
corndog, testing it to ensure it too was scalding hot, before jamming it
alongside the first. Daddy screamed even more, clutching little Dex's head
and mashing it against his own as he bucked against the burning hot
invaders in his ass. Kneeling on either side of their now-shared father's
ass, the two boys churned the corndogs in and out, watching them get coated
with grease and shit as the breading fell apart inside David's packed pig
tunnel. Soon, only the dogs and sticks were left, both thoroughly coated
with a thick sludge of daddy's shit. Thinking the same thing, the two boys
pulled the shitty sausages out and presented them to each other, each
devouring the sewage-smeared treat held by the other. David whimpered at
his cunt now being vacated, but the two 12-year-olds ignore him, gazing
lustily into each other's eyes as they chomped on the shitty dogs. Jared
leaned in and opened his mouth, showing Ricky how full of shit and chewed
up hot dog it was. Ricky did the same and soon they were passing the mush
back and forth between them, much of it dribbling down their chins and over
their skinny chests.


It was only when they finished their shared meal of shit dogs did they turn
their attention back to Ricky's dad, who had moved the diapered Dex in
front of his gaping ass. Dex sat before the stinking maw, gurgling and
cooing as his little hand reached inside his father's greasy cunt and
pulled out chunks of corndog batter. The tyke then popped whatever he found
into his mouth, chewing and drooling the shitty bits of crunch. David
leaned back on his elbows, smiling at the servicing he was receiving from
his youngest boy. "Ricky, reach in there and help your little brother out."
Ricky happily crawled over the disgusting mattress to his father's open
cunt and reached in, his arm sliding easily through his father's greasy,
shitty guts. He felt a couple more chunks of corndog batter and hauled them
out, handing them to his baby brother to chew on. Meanwhile, Jared had
returned to the conveyor belt. There were so many interesting possibilities
-- not just hamburgers and pizza slices, although there were plenty of
those. But also steaming piles of turds and food covered in wads of
cum. There were bottles of piss and bags of diarrhea-drenched popcorn.


In the end, Jared just grabbed a six-pack of cold beer to bring over to the
family, and they cracked open bottles to help wash down the delicious daddy
shit they had ingested. Jared and Ricky went back to making out, belching
loudly into each other's mouths before downing more beer. Their daddy
leaned back with Dex in the crook of his arm, rapidly pouring beer down the
diapered boy's throat and then cracking open another to do the same. The
drooling youngster was clearly getting happily drunk fast under his daddy's
ministrations. "Boys," he said with a wicked gleam in his eye as he cracked
open a third beer for Dex to eagerly swallow. "I think I'm in the mood for
some chili. Go see if they've got any on the belt. And get yourselves some
more beer. All of ours seems to have disappeared," he added with a
wink. The two 12-year-olds scampered back to the mattress edge, grabbing
more beer as it rumbled past on the belt. They were quickly chugging them
like a couple frat boys while keeping an eye on the offerings going by. The
mattress was littered with empty beer bottles by the time they got back,
triumphantly holding a metal soup pot of coagulated, lukewarm chili between
them, as well as bottle of tequila. "Perfect," their daddy moaned. "Let's
dig in."


David hauled the wobbly Dex over and the four of them sat in a circle
around the chili pot, although Dex more leaned against his father since he
already couldn't sit up straight. They fed each other by the sloppy
handful, swallowing the greasy beans and meat that also was smeared across
their faces and down their fronts. In between scoops they passed around the
tequila bottle, taking big swigs (or just pouring it down little Dex's
throat) before passing it along and ingesting more of the thick
chili. "Don't think this is spicy enough," Daddy slurred drunkenly as he
struggled to stand up. Squatting down over the pot, he released the
remaining shit he still had left in his hole as the boys cheered him
on. Then he plopped back down and they resumed their drunken feast,
slurping down more and more of the shit-flavored chili. They were all
belching now, almost constantly, and the air was thick with the rank smell
of shit, greasy meat, and partially chewed beans.


As the room spun around him, Jared saw Dex had stopped eating and his
little body had started to heave. Jared scuttled over to the diapered boy
and grabbed his face in between his chili and shit-coated hands. The smell
must have pushed the family's baby boy over the edge and puke began pouring
out of his tiny mouth. Jared was instantly joined by Dex's dad, and the two
of them began making out as Dex retched and hurled over their faces. The
projectile sludge coated them as they more aggressively snogged, swabbing
the tequila-drenched insides of each other's mouths, biting and chewing
each other was the boy's vomit pour over them. They broke off only when the
little one's puke finally stopped. His stomach emptied, little Dex toppled
over and passed out, his father rolling him on his side to let him sleep it
off.


Turning back around, they saw that Ricky had dumped the remaining chili and
shit over his head and was rubbing the thick mixture over his body. Shit,
sauce, meat, and beans squished and squelched as he smeared himself. The
stench of Dex's puke thick in his nose, Jared could feel his insides
churning and crawled over to his new friend. He flopped down on top of the
boy in the 69 position, almost sliding off his mate, Ricky was so slippery
with his smeared gunge. His arrival atop the boy was just in time, as he
began hurling over Ricky's chili-smeared cock and balls. "Fuck yeah dude,"
Ricky urged him on, his voice somewhat muffled by Jared's cock and balls
draped over his face, "puke all over my hard cock and balls. Ahhh, fucking
beautiful man, I can feel all that hot puke all over my pubes. More
fucker. Empty your guts all over me." Jared didn't have much choice but
obliged, as his drunk puke rocketed out of his mouth, splattering
everywhere with its force. His eyes were streaming as his guts contracted
again and again, sending gallons of stomach sludge all over Ricky. At some
point, Ricky took Jared's cock in his mouth and forced it to the end of his
gullet in one fell swoop. It was all that was needed to begin puking all
around Jared's big meat, the vomit hurling up into the boy's thick
bush. Ricky pulled out a little bit to accommodate the geyser that was
erupting from his mouth, as it rocketed up and then back down all over his
face, triggering yet another hurl.


Both boys were thoroughly turned on by the filthiness of their shared puke,
their sludge-coated cocks now achingly hard in each other's mouths as they
deep throated the other. But then, suddenly, Jared felt himself being
lifted up and cried out in protest as Ricky's cock slid out of his
throat. Ricky did the same as the boy atop him was hauled off. "Oh no you
don't boys. Daddy's gonna get those beautiful cocks and nasty puke," he
slurred. "Now you just press them together real tight." Knowing their daddy
was right, the boys did as instructed, exchanging their 69 position for
being ass to ass and nuts to nuts, legs draped over each other and hard,
slimy cocks pressed together in a single column. David squatted over the
pair of rigid boy cocks and sank himself down with a happy moan. With puke
and shit working as natural lubes, his daddy hole squelched lewdly with
each ascent and descent, puke splatting out the edges each time he bottomed
out in the boys' vomit-drenched pubes. He was riding the cocks sideways, so
he was able to look back and forth at the two boys fucking him. They were
so beautiful laying there on the bare, dirty mattress, thoroughly covered
in gunge and puke, snot running freely from their noses and tongues
lolling. Both locked eyes with Daddy when he turned their way, each
silently begging for his gifts with their wide-open mouths. David stuck his
big daddy fingers down his throat. He retched a couple times, and then, in
an instant, Jared felt the hot, undigested sludge splatter over him in a
storm of drenching puke. Then Ricky's daddy turned his head towards him,
just as he unleashed another torrent of puke, this time all over his
son. He went back and forth, each spasm of his stomach launching another
projectile over one of the boys. If the puking threatened to end, he jabbed
his fingers back down his burning throat to start it up again. Both boys
were completely soaked in daddy puke, feeling it run over the faces and
bodies, down their balls and under their asses. It was enough to send them
both racing towards their mind-blowing orgasms.


"FUCCCKKKK YEAHHHH," they more or less screamed simultaneously, as they
emptied their balls into daddy's hot puke-lubed cunt. They bucked and
jerked into his eager hole, rubbing their hands all over their filthy
depraved bodies. As David felt gallons of boy cum fill his cunt, he began
pumping out jizz from his own rigid cock without touching himself. His huge
dick erupted in a spontaneous cannon fire of pig batter, splattering over
the trio in a hot, creamy rain.


Only when he was coming down off his orgasmic high did Jared notice the
sound of loud snoring. Looking over, he saw that baby brother Dex had slept
through the entire piggy threesome. Daddy chuckled as he climbed off the
two cocks, scooping up the passed-out kid in his arms to rock lovingly back
and forth. Ricky and Jared likewise cuddled for a few minutes, their slick
and stinking bodies intertwined in a pool of chili, puke, and empty beer
bottles. By the time Jared finally got up to go, they had made plans to
spend next weekend together. Jared gave Ricky a passionate kiss goodbye,
wondering if this might be his first boyfriend. Checking his cockring on
the way out, he saw that an orange gem was lit. That meant there was only
one room and one jewel left to go.