Date: Fri, 8 Jul 2022 17:25:19 +0200
From: "Piggysleaze@mail.com" <piggysleaze@mail.com>
Subject: The Hall of Pigs - 9 (Dr. Wadd)

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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 and especially
in this case. I'd love ideas on what young Jared encounters in the Hall of
Pigs!


Jared stumbled out towards the balcony overlooking the atrium and Cock
Tower, fresh loads of marine cum still pouring from his wrecked hole. He
checked the time and realized it was worse than he thought. The Cock
Tower's 11:00 cum blast had already happened. There was no way he could
finish the remaining galleries in the museum before he had to meet
Mr. Cummingham and his classmates by noon. Getting gangbanged by a bunch of
roid-pumped grunts had been worth it, but he slumped to floor feeling
defeated, cum puddling under his tender hole. "Fuck," he sighed to himself,
tears welling up in disappointment.


"Jared?"  The twelve-year-old looked up and saw Mr. Cummingham standing
over him, his massive cock hard as usual, his fist-sized balls swaying
gently as the teacher looked down at his favorite student. "What's wrong,
angel?" Jared loved it when Mr. Cummingham called him sweet names like
angel and baby. In fact, he had a huge crush on his 40-something
teacher. Mr. Cummingham was classically sleazy: a generous pot belly, but
not so big as to hide his full bush and beautiful cock; thinning hair in a
hopeless comb-over; thin wire glasses; and a thick mustache that Jared knew
from his textbooks had once been dubbed a pornstache. He openly fondled and
stroked all his students, but Jared most of all. Next to his father, his
teacher was his favorite man. Mr. Cummingham sat down next to him on the
cool marble floor and ran his finger through the pool of cum that had
leaked out from Jared's cunt. He brought the finger up to the boy, who
sucked on it like a pacifier, enjoy the taste of marine jizz and the feel
of Mr. Cummingham's warm finger slowly and lewdly sliding in and out
between his lips. After a few sensual strokes, his teacher removed his
finger and told the now-calmer boy, "Okay, tell me why you're upset." He
softly stroked the puffy rim of Jared's cunt with his wet finger while the
boy explained.


"I've been looking forward to this visit all year," Jared said, snuffling a
bit as he talked, "and I really, really, really wanted to visit the whole
museum. And I knew we'd be graded on how far we got, and I just wanted to
get all twelve points so you'd be proud of me."


"Oh, baby boy, you know I'm always proud of you," the older man cooed as he
continuing swirling his finger around Jared wet hole. He leaned in and
kissed Jared gently with his tongue, before continuing, "You are such a
good student and especially in history. You were always going to get a good
grade."


Jared kissed his teacher back, softly and lovingly, before nodding, "I
know. I guess it was a stupid goal since we didn't have that much time
here. I probably shouldn't have spent that long getting fucked by so many
marines, but it just felt so damn good and slutty, like I like it. I just
wish I could stay longer."


Mr. Cummingham brought his sticky, cum-dripping finger back up and let
Jared suck on it some more, the soft slurping sound clearly having a
soothing effect on his student. After giving the boy's mouth time to make
love to his finger, the teacher kissed him again, and then said, "I have an
idea. Stay here and I'll be right back." Jared did as ordered, using his
own fingers to play with his creamy hole, which was finally starting to
close and tighten back up. He was lost in a slow, dreamy fingering when
Mr. Cummingham returned and told him to get up. "Alright, don't tell the
other boys I did this, but I'm going to let you stay at the museum a little
longer." Jared's eyes popped and a smile spread across his face, melting
Mr. Cummingham's heart with its pure, boyish beauty. "I called your dad at
his office since he doesn't work too far from here. He agreed you could
stay here on your own until 1:00 p.m., and he'll come and get you himself
on his lunch break. After that, you have my permission to take the rest of
the day off from school since you'll have crammed so much education into
your visit here." Jared jumped into Mr. Cummingham's arms and gave him a
passionate kiss, intertwining his tongue with his adult teacher.


"Oh, thank you Mr. Cummingham. You're the best. Was my dad mad you called
him at work?"


"No, he's very proud of you too and admires your goal to visit the whole
museum. He knows how much you love history. And we both agreed that you are
a very good boy, and an hour on your own after the rest of us leave should
be fine. And I have another surprise for you." Jared disentangled himself
from his teacher, eager to know what else Mr. Cummingham had done. That's
when Jared spotted an enormously obese bear of a man huffing towards
them. Jared guessed the mountain of flesh was nearly 400 pounds. His puffy
face and numerous chins were under a long, unkempt black beard. The boy was
surprised that the stranger, who seemed about the same age as
Mr. Cummingham, was dressed in a suit. In fact, he was the only
fully-clothed person Jared had seen since coming to the museum. The man's
shirt stretched across a massive expanse of flesh, as rolls of chest and
stomach pushed out against the nearly-popped buttons. Even from a distance,
Jared could see his navy-blue tie was streaked with voluminous amounts of
cum. His pants strained in the same way as his shirt, both at his enormous
waistline and with an obvious bulge of cock snaking down his right leg. His
shined dress shoes clicked across the museum floor as he approached.


"Jared," Mr. Cummingham said, "this is Dr. Wadd. He's the chief historian
here at the Hall of Pigs." The corpulent man held out a hand of thick,
sausagey fingers as his teacher finished the introductions. "Dick, this
Jared, one of my best students and a lover of anything related to raunchy
history." Dr. Wadd shook Jared's hand, even as the boy seemed a little
star-struck at the meeting. This was the man in charge of everything he'd
seen and experienced so far! His teacher explained, "Dr. Wadd and I went to
school together, although obviously he went much further in the field than
I did." The huge man waved off the acknowledgement, as he stared hungrily
down at the skinny boy over which he towered. Dropping Jared's hand, the
clearly-aroused historian took hold of the boy's cock, stroking it gently
as he spoke.


"It looks like you've accomplished quite a bit already in my little
museum," he said to Jared, nodding at his cockring. "Let me show you one of
the galleries on this floor that most people skip." Giving Jared's cock a
slight tug, he guided the boy and his teacher towards a nondescript beige
door. Next to it was a dusty brass plate that read: The Gallery of Genetic
Advancement. "This was actually the first gallery in the museum. In fact,
this WAS the museum at one point. We've obviously progressed quite a bit
since then, but I find it is still passably informative. Plus," he added
with a lascivious lick of his fat lips as he looked towards Jared, "it is
nice and quiet in here."


The room was indeed spartan and basic. Two long benches were in the middle
of the room, over which hung an antiquated projector. A dingy screen sat at
the front of the room. Jared sat between the two adults, pressed between
the naked body of Mr. Cummingham and the suited mountain of flesh that was
Dr. Wadd. The projector hummed to life and a scratchy educational movie
began on the screen. There was an animated narrator shaped like a helix of
DNA. Chipper and bouncy, the fairly cheesy-looking cartoon character asked
in a peppy voice: "Have you ever wondered why your cock is so big? Or why
you can cum as often as you want? Or how your asshole can be tight again so
soon after being thoroughly wrecked? Of course you haven't! These are the
natural qualities that all men share, so why question them? But this wasn't
always the case..."


As the educational movie continued, Jared felt Mr. Cummingham's hand gently
rubbing up and down his back. The soft stroking was sensuous and light,
filling the student with a warm, horny glow. Meanwhile in the darkened
room, the fleshy leg of the chief historian pressed against his hip, and
the older man's pudgy fingers ran up and down Jared's thigh. The youngster
reached over and squeezed the enormous cock that Dr. Wadd had stuffed in
his suit pants, running his hand down to the end where a large wet spot had
formed. The museum historian stopped stroking Jared's skinny leg in order
to reach into his jacket pocket. He pulled out a large brown bottle of
poppers, and after taking deep huffs for himself, held it firmly under
Jared's nose. Mr. Cummingham pushed Jared's head down, pressing the boy's
nose hard against the opening and holding him in place. "Yeah, sweet angel,
breathe in real good now. Nothing but poppers. Keep inhaling you horny
little fucker.  Deeper." Mr. Cummingham's voice got gruffer, harsher. He
pushed Jared's head even harder into the bottle. "Hit it again," he
growled. "Again. Again. Again." Jared obliged, filling his nose with huff
after huff after huff of the magic fumes. His teacher grabbed him by his
filthy hair and yanked him sideways to the other nostril. "More you little
chem whore. Fill your whole head with poppers. You don't need to breathe
anything but this. More. Again." Jared went back and forth, huffing and
filling himself with the hot tendrils of poppers. Mr. Cummingham was
right. He didn't need air or oxygen. He just wanted to breathe poppers
forever. He was floating and spinning and heating up with extreme waves of
horniness.


Finally, Dr. Wadd pulled the bottle back, taking a couple final hits for
himself before putting it away. Hands free again, he resumed running his
lardish fingers over Jared's body, harder and rougher this time. As the
older man continued to fondle him, Jared took it upon himself to undo the
belt buckle, button, and zipper of his massive companion. Finally able to
reach in, Jared freed Wadd's cock of its constricting confines and was
rewarded with a contented sigh from the chub bear giant. The obscenely
large man's folds of fat hung down thick and long over his belly, blocking
the engorged cock from pointing straight up. Instead, the thick meat was
pushed to the side, where it encountered Jared's tiny fingers. Head
swimming with poppers, Jared stroked his new-found idol's long pole while
allowing the obese man's grubby fingers to roam over his body, twisting and
tweaking his nipples. Mr. Cummingham meanwhile was massaging the boy's
heavy balls and gently kissing his soft, boney shoulders. "My sexy little
angel," he whispered into Jared's ear, "you're going to show that huge fat
fucker what a nasty little boy you are..."


Meanwhile, the educational film on the screen rolled on: "Scientists
unlocked all kinds of secrets up and down the Y chromosome, the one that
makes men men. For example, here," the cartoon helix lit up a random bit of
itself, "can be found the key to starting puberty by three or four years
old, and here" (another spot lit up) "is were we can tell a cock to grow
between one and two feet in length by age 18..."


As the cartoon continued his lesson, Jared began undoing the
barely-held-together buttons of Wadd's shirt, each one releasing the many
folds of his stomach and rolls of warm, heavy, stretched skin. Every inch
of the endless paunch of flesh was covered in dense sweaty hair, thick as a
gorilla's and just as rank. Slowly, teasingly working his way up the shirt
buttons, Jared then began releasing the man's enormous, bulging, fatty
pecs, both of which were capped by the longest nipples the boy had ever
seen. Each was at least the length of one of Jared's fingers, maybe
more. Wadd moaned as Mr. Cummingham pushed Jared's warm mouth onto one of
them. To the young boy's surprise and absolute delight, as he began sucking
on the enormous pig tit, his mouth was flooded with warm, wet cream.


"Yeah, drink daddy's hot milk you good little fucker," Dr. Wadd groaned,
his head thrown back as Jared nursed like a hungry baby while stroking the
chub man's cock that was pressed against him. No one was listening to the
animated narrator talk about finding the DNA code that gave men's assholes
so much elasticity and recoverability, or the key to unlocking back-to-back
orgasms and the instant regeneration of cum. Mr. Cummingham was wrapped
around Jared's backside, his own mouth nearly pressed against his student's
as he encouraged his young protege, with a hot whisper of filth. "Yeah, you
love nursing this fat fuck's huge tits you fucking whore. I knew you were a
special little cunt the day you walked into my classroom. You were born
without any limits and you just can't get enough, can you, you nasty little
boy fucktoy? Drink that pig milk you fucking little slut."


Dr. Wadd wrapped his arms around Jared as he swung his legs around and
leaned back to recline on the educational theater's long wooden bench. His
pants had fallen around his ankles, and his shirt was open to the last two
buttons, which were still fastened in place and sporting his cum-stained
tie. He pulled Jared up with him as he shifted, nestling him atop his
hundreds of pounds of hair-covered fat. The mound of the fat pig's stomach
was so high, laying atop it Jared couldn't even reach Dr. Wadd's cock
anymore from this elevated perch, and sadly had to release it. But Jared
never broke contact with the bear-pig's amazing nipple that drooped and
flopped off the man's heavy sagging pecs. The boy was sucking and drinking
with abandon, swirling the jizz-like milk in his hungry mouth. Only once
did he come off the tit, and that was start sucking even more eagerly on
the other one. His slurping and sucking smacked loudly and lewdly in the
theater, as did his moans. He was fully atop Wadd's enormous belly,
balanced on the gigantic swell. His legs were pressed against the
low-hanging pads of fat that flopped down into the historian's cock and
balls. He ground his skinny boy body into the meaty ripples and creases of
pheromone-drenched fatty flesh. He grabbed handfuls of blubber to feel
between his tiny fingers. As he humped and ground his cock atop the
mountaintop of piggy meat on which he lay, everything below him jiggled and
rolled. It felt fantastic and so fucking horny, like the undulating fat
beneath him had a life of its own.


Mr. Cummingham was beaming with pride at his prize pupil's lustful coupling
with his obese friend. As Jared lay grinding and sucking on the fatty pig
below him, his teacher planted his face deep into the boy's trench and
began slurping and sucking the remaining marine cum from its depths. He
smothered his face in boicunt, offering it the same kind of ministrations
that Jared was giving his friend's freakish nipples. His mustache tickled
the rim of Jared's still-puffy cunt lips. With one of his free hands, the
teacher found his former classmate's legendary cock and began stroking it
as he ate marine cum like a starving man. If anyone had been listening,
they would have heard the chipper animated creature on the screen describe
the laboratories that perfected the all-male world of today, opening the
doors to shit and puke sex especially. But no one was listening or
watching, lost as they were in the threeway with the 400-pound monster of a
man at the center. As Jared slid his cock and balls back and forth across
the heaving waves of fat, he gnawed and chewed on the monstrous, leaking
tit in his mouth. Wadd just groaned louder, "Ahhhh fucking chew me up with
your kiddie teeth you nasty baby boy. Make daddy bleed into your hot little
baby mouth. Nurse everything you can out of my huge pig tits."


Jared needed no further encouragement and began chewing up the
finger-length nipples, going back and forth to nurse them and drink down
the hot, sticky mix that was now flowing freely from both. Wadd had pulled
the poppers back out and was huffing furiously, the bottle actually fully
inserted into his nose. Jared was rising and falling with each deep breath,
fucking his cock into the rippling heaves of blubber. With Mr. Cummingham
jacking his friend faster and faster, Wadd began bellowing, "FUCCKKK I'm
going to cum. Chew me up fucker. Eat daddy's tits. FUCK. FUCCKKK..." He
grabbed the back of Jared's head, smothering him into his mountain of
sagging, gelatinous pecs. Jared couldn't breathe but he didn't care, as he
bit harder and harder into the man's freely flowing udders. His entire face
was buried in a crater of furry, sweaty meat. The harder Dr. Wadd pressed
down, the deeper Jared's face sank into the squish of chub fat. With his
head practically enveloped in smothering folds of flesh, Jared was
hump-fucking the dome of malleable pig dough beneath him.


"FUCCKKK," Jared screamed into the jiggling mass of flesh that surrounded
him. Spurts of boy cum began coating Dr. Wadd's endless paunch, smothering
his obesity in a river of steaming hot 12-year-old jizz. With each spurt
Jared jabbed his cock into the doughy blubber, fucking the mountain of pig
flesh with hard, spewing thrusts. Just as he was about to pass out,
Dr. Wadd let go of his head. Gasping for air, Jared finally released the
mangled tit in his mouth, letting it flop with a satisfying splat into the
cum. Climbing off Dr. Wadd, Jared saw that Mr. Cummingham was standing
beside the bench, aglow with pride at his favorite student through his
slobber and marine spunk-covered face. Jared suspected there wasn't a drop
of cum left inside him after his teacher's thorough extraction.


Nobody much realized that the film had ended until Dr. Wadd said, as he
pulled his pants back up, "Well, Jared, I'm afraid you probably didn't
learn much from our little interpretive movie. But the light blue stone
comes on whether you were paying attention or not." Sure enough, the young
student had added another glowing gem to his cockring.


Eager to impress the head historian, Jared stood up straight and said,
"That's okay sir. I think I know the history. Although the XY Accords
weren't formalized worldwide until 2075, most nations had already followed
our lead of giving men the DNA to be raunchy, filth loving pigs. Fathers
were able to pass along this genetic perfection to succeeding generations
of sons thanks to an expanding network of laboratories and progeny centers
that ensured male sluts from birth." Jared grinned and tipped up on his
toes, adding, "like me!"


"Yes," Dr. Wadd said appreciatively, stroking Jared's youthful face with
his rotund fingers. "Just like you. You are a very splendid, special boy
Jared -- the product of years of research into how to make the perfect
pig. We are all very proud of boys like you. AND, you are an excellent
historian, which makes me extra proud of just you." Jared blushed at the
complement. "Now, get going so you can finish seeing my creations." He gave
the boy a playful smack across his bottom to send him towards the
door. Jared looked back as he exited to see Dr. Wadd and Mr. Cummingham
making out as both grown men watched his pert boy ass walk away. His
teacher gave him a thumbs up just as the door closed behind him. Jared knew
he'd made a good impression on Dr. Wadd. Letting his mind drift and
daydream a bit, the bookish boy wondered if one day he might work in a
museum too...just like this.