After classes were over, you make haste to getting back home to plan for the weekend. Before you could think of anything else though, you hear a cheerful voice call out to you as you near your home.
"Hey bud!" he says, with a friendly wave with a can of beer in hand. "Looks like you're off class, so why don't you stop by and watch some sports?" he asks with a smile.
Knowing you wouldn't be doing much tonight anyways, it wouldn't be any harm, right? "Sure, thanks for the invite!" you say as you change directions to step onto Butch and Trevor's property.
"Hey, what's life if you can't have a little leisure time?" Trevor says with a wink as he lets you inside, closing the door behind you.
Being inside their house for the first time, you notice the messiness of the home, though it wasn't completely neglected, just one big mess spread out thinly across the rooms.
Trevor plops down on the couch and opens another can of Hogbrew, beckoning you over with it in his other hand. Smiling at his friendliness, and despite the strange earthy smell of the place, you drop your bag against the couch and plop down next to him, taking the beer and casually downing a gulp as he picks up the remote and flicks their flatscreen on.
There are a few stains on the surprisingly expensive TV, but it was still clear enough to show a college football game going on. Interestingly enough, both teams were comprised of pig men, as well as the crowd cheering them on in a chorus of snorts and squeals, and even the raunchy cheerleaders were made up of pudgy pig ladies, though they were slim and slender in pig terms.
"Ah, nothing beats watching my home team up against our sibling town, New Pork City. Even though I can't be there with them in Hogsville, as long as I can get a TV, I'll be able to cheer them on!" he says with a snort before taking his own gulp of beer.
You can't say you've heard of these places, but the Hogbrew in you makes it less important as you watch the game with Trevor. You weren't really a sports person, but you could at least understand what was going on.
Time passed as you continued to watch the game, with Trevor belting out a happy squeal every time the Hogsville Roadhogs scored a touchdown and a disappointed grunt when the New Pork City Pigskins did their own. A few cans later, your mind is feeling dizzy as you begin to squeal and grunt with him, even happily slapping your larger belly with his in your drunken state once when Trevor's team intercepted a pass.
Eventually, the game ended 21-20 with the Roadhogs winning by a point when they kicked their extra point while the Pigskins missed theirs. Trevor squeals happily in victory as you try to imitate him in your drunken happy state, both of you opening up another can each and downing them in one gulp.
Trevor looks over to you and grins when he sees a tent of your erection in your pants from the excitement from the game. Looking down, he chuckles to see his own shorts were obviously pent up.
"You know, I haven't had this much fun with anyone else other than Butch!" he says as he scoots next to you, close enough to touch his fat thigh against your swelling one. "And I really appreciate you agreeing to have some fun!"
"But you know..."