| There was nothing I could do. I was hung from the wall by my arms and ankles. My bindings were far too tight to hope to make any sort of escape from them. The walls were wooden, and beams of light were streaking through in between them. Below me I could here grunting and snorting. There was a certain stench in the air. As my wits came back to me, I realized I was chained to the wall, naked, in a barn full of pigs!The why and the how I got here were a mystery. I was even having a hard time remembering exactly who I was as well. I remembered a few things. I remembered lots of girls. One night stands. Hearts broken. Women's lives ruined. I seemed to remember my latest, my long-lasting stint with a woman I knew was married. Something about her, and me, and... nothing. Suddenly, here I am. Strung up with pigs.Since the return of my consiousness, I yelled and tried to make an effort to draw some attention. As embarassing of a situation as this may be, it was one I had to get free of. Hopefully whoever was responsible was long gone. My salvation arrived as the barn doors creeked open slowly. A man entered, with the sun to his back, hiding his features. I could tell he was holding something though. He walked right through the swine below me, approach with his right arm rising, and pricking me in my arm with something. I could have swore I heard a grunt from the man as he turned and closed the doors on the barn behind him. I yelled for him to return, for someone to get me down, but it was no good. No one came after many tries.I started to feel a bit woozy, as if I had drank too much but were not sick to my stomach. The smell of manure and swine didn't help any either, as I twisted my head to look around my apparent cell. There didn't seem to be anything keeping me in if i could make it through these chains around my arms. I might even be able to get them off, easily, except...Except my mind was starting to wander to strange places. Memories flew past my eyes like jet planes. But they weren't the same, something was very different. There were odd sounds, and smells I recall from the many events flashing through my mind, but none of them were really there... were they?I remember Shirley, the girl I molested on our first date, with my fingers up her pussy. I could tell she was uncomfortable about it, but she never said a thing, but... it wasn't really her. I watched the memory run through my head again, only this time, Shirley, she was... snorting, layed out in my car with her hooves on my lap as I fingered her. Her hind legs kicked as I continued to feel up her clit and... No, what was that? Was she a? Wait... another memory is flooding in. Mary, yes my latest trip. She lay there, in her husbands basement, spread out on the pool table, me fucking her while her husband was at work. I remember her perfect teets that I would fondle. That cute snout and awsome squeal she would make as I fucked her swollen sow pussy again and again and...What was happening to me? My girls, in my mind, in my memory, they weren't the same. Supple lips were replaced by perfect, shapely snouts. Long blonde hair replaced with pink, floppy ears. Large, excuisite breasts replaced with rows of bulging, supple teetes. Gorgeous long legs with high-heeled feet were replaced with four plump, luscious sow legs and hooves!I looked about the room, and what previously appeared to be merely a barn filled with pigs was a house of beauty filled with lovely sows just waiting for me to fill them, to be against them, to be amongst them. I fought my bindings but now for a different reason. My penis, hard as nails, ached only to be released to fill and be fulfilled by the fat, muddy sows that trotted about below. I sat there for a while, bound, with fantasies of sow pussy shooting through my head like bullets, when the door to the barn suddenly swung open again. By this time it had grown quite dark, and as the man made his way through the pigs, I again could not make out his face. He approached to my side, and I seized the opportunity to reach out, and grab a small tuft of his shirt. He bent in close to my side, and said in a low voice near my ear, "What is it you want?" I looked at him and then desperately at the pigs, winced a bit in my bindings, and turned back to him, "I want them, I want them so bad... please, I want them." The man backed away a bit and let out a snicker. "Excellent," He said, and suddenly I felt another prick in my arm. Within only a few seconds, I was already feeling woozy, and it wasn't long at all before I had completely lost consiousness, with one last image of myself thrusting into the backside of a sow going through my mind...When I awoke, I was fully dressed, ditched along the side of the road, very close to the town I live in. My head was still spinning, and I was tired as hell, but I managed to walk myself back to my apartment, and slumped into my bed for a very long, very strange slumber. I began to dream that I had just arrived at a strip joint I used to frequent. When I walked in, all the surroundings were the same, but all of the people, and the women dancing on stage, were replaced with pigs! Sows were on stage, their front hooves up on blocks, showing off their tight backsides to the crowd of boars. The boars would squeal with delight, many would flop over, and others would approach and lick their long, corkscrew penis which would shoot out from its sheath in precise bursts. There were boars draining their cum all throughout the place. Others were getting on stage, and were sniffing and prodding at the beautiful sows that were showing off their goods...I almost completely shot out of my bed when I woke up, with a powerful tingle coming from my crotch. I didn't really even need to feel down there to know I had just blown my load over the dream that just went through my head. I turned on the lamp near my bed and looked around the room. My fancy, expensive coat hung on a hook by my closet door. Below were several pairs of name brand, costly, genuine leather footwear. My row of imported fragrances that would make the ladies go crazy. But none of it mattered anymore. I wouldn't need to wear a thousand dollars worth of fancy clothes and scents to attract the women in the places *I* would be going to get a little action. I threw on a cheap t-shirt and some jeans, packed up a few things, and hit the road that very night. I didn't know exactly where I would start first, but I didn't care. There were hundreds of places to find pigs in my state alone, all sure to be packed with loads of delightful, beautiful swine. They were out there, waiting for me, and I had decided to make it my mission, my obligation, to make sure they all got a nice, long fuck. |
