Dillon chuckled, "RHIP! Rank has its privilege! As President of HOG, lil' piggy, I'm going to fuck you first, and then the rest of the frat will get sloppy seconds." He laughed, as he massaged his throbbing hard-on.
Devin wanted this so bad. Dynamic duo took on a new meaning in his mind. He trotted over on his inflated rubber legs and knocked his buddy on his ass. Dillon laughed as a rubber sow's tit ended up in his mouth. He started suckling. He gagged as a milky latex substance filled his mouth.
"What the fuck?" he said smacking his lips, "These animatronic inflatables are way too real. I got to try fucking it before I blow my load. It ain't sloppy seconds, if I don't leave you good and sloppy inside." He lived the wriggling inflatable sex-sow off him. Then he positioned himself to straddle it doggy style.
"Oh, yeah, this great," moaned Dillon Murphy, as he thrust in and out of the sow formerly known as his Double D Buddy Devon.
He didn't notice anything unusual about his knees getting rubbery as he came again and again inside the rubber pig toy. However, Dillon's entire body was now shiny rubber just like the sow's, and by the time he noticed, the sow's vagina had sucked Dillon's body into it up to his mid torso and knees. He kicked and struggled, and tried to push himself out, but his rubbery arms slid off the sow's butt cheeks and became trapped inside the sucking pig. He gasped as air rushed out of his mouth. He was in trouble. He had to call for help.
"Devin!" he shouted, "Get in here!"
No answer. Now only his head and feet were sticking out of the sow's pussy. He was terrified, but orgasming like crazy. This was the best sex ever, though he feared it might be the last sex he would ever have.
He shouted again, "Help! Somebody! Help me!"
The third ranking guy in the frat entered, Monty Moneybanks the treasurer explaining, "We can't find Devin anywhere."
"Dillon!" he said in a panic, as Dillon's feet disappeared only Dillon's face was sticking out of the pig's ass, and his nose had already reshaped into a snout.
"Moneybanks, get me out of here!" Dillon demanded.
"Or not," Monty said thoughtfully, his pants were already tented at his president's predicament. "I guess it's my turn to fuck the pig, and then the rest of the frat will have a go. And if you and Devin aren't found, I guess I'm the new president."
Monty shoved his cock into Dillon's mouth, and started fucking the rubber pig and HOG president.
"Anything wrong?" asked a couple frat brothers who were outside.
"Nah, just getting my sloppy seconds. You guys just wait your turns," Monty explained.
"Oh?"said one.
"What was Dillon screaming about? Where is Dillon?"
"He just wanted Devin or someone to fuck the pig, while it was still full of warm wet Dillony goodness," Monty said. Dillon was chowing down on his cock really good. The fact that his tongue and teeth were rubberized made it much more pleasurable. Monty blew his load.