Dirk was attuned to Cbad, as he wanked. Chad the superstud was now the filthy uniform of an enormous pig slave that endured every abomination. When made cow-class weight, over 500 lbs, the tall beefy man in black leather branded the fat slave through Chad. It was excruciating pain, Chad fused a mental link with the disgusting pigman as his flesh burned and fused to his butt cheek.
The man had been a teenage runaway who did tricks for drugs. He was close to 30 now, but Chad had taken him for older. He was actually grateful to the master. He had been in a meth induced downward spiral, but the master had weaned him off meth, and opiates. There were new different drugs. He got fatter, more obedient. Then master got him his uniform, it meant he'd passed the test, and had a permanent pen on the farm. He hadn't known how he would be used, but he was the master's pig slave, so whatever the master wanted was fine. Chad wallowed in the slave's utter humiliation and acceptance. He was horrified that the pig barely was aware of Chad's existence. Chad was his uniform. The fact that Chad had been a star quarterback and Big Man at his high school was irrelevant. He was a thing now. Pig man's only possession. Chad's only purpose now was to worship pig's body. It was sort of satisfying that pig owned a former trophy boy. His master must really love him.
Chad became dead inside, innured to his condition. All hope died. Dirk was bored again. He phoned the master.
One morning, the master worked up a sweat pulling Chad's straps over the slaves beefy shoulders and off his pudgy arms. Pig was over 600lbs now. It took effort to peel the stretched lycra off the huge mud covered beast man. Pig just grunted.
Then once Chad was empty for the first time in years, master removed pig's chastity device. He wadded up Chad, and used the singlet to jerk off a load from the pig slave. Chad's mind reeled as he absorbed pig's cum. It had been so long since Dirk came in him. He was like an alcoholic who had been sober for years, and had just taken his first drink. He wanted more.
"You've been a good pig. This is your new fuck toy, pig. When you're horny cum in it."
The wadded up soiled singlet was wrapped around the pig slave's cock and balls. The behemoth rolled over on its belly in its muddy sty crushing Chad beneath. Occasionally, it would hump the rag depositing more cum, and reminding Chad what its purpose was now.
Dirk grinned at Chad's new hell. It was about to get a lot worse.