Pig rutted and blew another load into Chad. It had been years since pig had been allowed to cum, and it might be years more, so he was enjoying every minute of it.
Chad hadn't noticed it right away, but his body was getting thicker, denser. It was a slow process. The 9 year old spandex wrestling singlet was growing bigger. Chad was slowly becoming human, but being pinned under pig's hefty girth, he wasn't really aware. It was only when Pig began rutting again that Chad realized there was a penis up his ass, and his own boner buried deep in mud was exploding for the first time in 9 years. He sobbed tears of joy. He struggled to breathe, and to pull himself out from under his bulky rapist, but pig was having none of it. Chad was its fuck toy now, the master had said so. Pig pinned down the 180 pound jock beneath his mounds of flesh, and continued to bury his cock between Chad's butt cheeks. Pig gurgled out, "Good fuck toy, i call you piglet."
PIGLET! screamed Chad's mind. The giant sweaty humiliation of a man called Chad piglet. Chad was imprisoned under the fleshy blob in a mud filled sty. He started to cry. Remembering that the Jabba Hut pinning was originally called, Cyrus, Chad attempted to talk to his captor.
"Hey, Cy, how about you let me out from-"
"No. I pig now, you piglet, you mine, I keep."
Chad blinked. He set his jaw, balled up his fist, and said, "Okay, Cy, if that's how you want it."
Whap!
Chad's backwards upper cut slapped against Pig's fatty neck. Pig shifted his mass forward burying a gasping Chad under his flaps of flab. Chad squirmed in mud, breathing through the folds in pig's flabby mass.