Mike was riding back home, the fat tiger trucker as happy as could be.
As it turned out, the job that was supposed to take him a week to do ended up only taking a day. He’d dropped his load at a nearby city and drove back home. Mike considered calling Chris, but figured his lover would enjoy being surprised. And maybe, if he was lucky, he’d be able to see the big slutty boar in action.
He burped and let out a quiet fart. The tiger had been feeling strangely gassy all day. Likely something he ate, gas station food was never healthy. Mike patted his gut and frowned. It felt slightly distended and inside of him was a foreign….unfamiliar sensation. Like it wanted to be filled with something. But he’d just ate a mile back.
Mike shifted in his seat and hissed as his flannel shirt rubbed against his nipples. They were feeling raw and sore. Had been since his big boar had pinched and twisted them last night. Probably just hormones, though he’d only experienced this in adolescence.
He let out another fart, his guts churning and gasped, his hole feeling tender and swollen. Another thing that had started yesterday after his session with Chris. That big boar really knew how to stretch a man out! His pucker throbbed at the thought of his lover stretching him wide, depositing his virile seed into him. It made his chest flutter happily.
All in all, he was feeling uncomfortable, sore, and rather horny all around today.
Mike considered not showing up at the truck stop, let his body get over the rough pounding Chris had given it. It had been a few weeks since he’d let someone use his backdoor, after all. Clearly he should have been working on loosening himself up to take the fat boar’s big dick. But...when the orgasms were THAT good, why would he want to delay it? He wasn’t the kind of guy who delayed his gratification.
He turned up the volume of the radio and whistled a merry tune along with it.
When he got to the big gas station Chris frequented, he parked and checked the Chronivac. For some reason, he hadn’t been feeling all that interested in using it since last night. But it would be interesting to see what Jeff had been up to lately. And maybe check on Chris, make him a bit more...manly.
But when he opened the app, all he saw were errors. Mike frowned and checked out other profiles. Chris was a mess. So was Pa. He wasn’t much for the new technology-not for lack of trying, there were tutorials he often looked up when using unfamiliar programs. The Chronivac didn’t have one since it was in beta and the developers had given away random keys.
He re-read his profile. Mike ‘Pops’ Davis, 45, Trucker. That seemed in order. There were a few other things in red down at the bottom. His relationships and his gender were being questioned, though he still felt his hefty cock and balls, that wasn’t out of the ordinary. Mike tried changing things, aging himself down, but it wouldn’t even let him use the system.
Was there a tech support number he could call?
Oh, wait. At the bottom was a flashing yellow message. ‘Currently Undergoing Maintenance-Lock Out While Update In Progress’. That was new. No wonder everything was showing up with error codes! A beta app like the Chronivac could take a little while to sort out.
Mike’s gut gurgled. He gently rubbed his belly, wincing as he felt a few more sensitive spots on the sides. He felt a flush of heat and for the world seemed to spin around him. Closing his eyes, Mike leaned back into the soft leather of his seat.
“Mmmhmm” he moaned to himself as he waited for the feeling to pass, leaving his entire body feeling cold. Was that the Chronivac acting up? Maybe they were fixing his status? Ah, well, they were experts, they’d sort it out. The fat trucker took a deep breath and hopped out of the semi. Still a little dizzy, he briefly wobbled before managing to steady himself as his feet landed on solid pavement.
He trekked up to the bathroom of the truck stop, gut wobbling, making him hiss again as his nips slid against his shirt. Those guys at the Chronivac place had better hurry up with their bug fixes. At this point, he was certain they were responsible for how he was feeling. Mike shivered and opened the door.
A big bruin sauntered out, hefting his own road-belly and hitching up his jeans. The burly bear gave Mike a knowing wink and slapped the fat tiger on the back. Mike smirked and nodded, stepping aside to let the bigger man pass. He felt a pinch on his ass and jumped. He looked back and the bear winked at him again. Mike blushed under his fur and rubbed his ass where the big bear had goosed him. Naughty fuck. Chris had a way of making guys feel like they were on top of the world. That’s why he loved him.
Speaking of, the fat warthog was happily washing himself when Mike walked in. Chris turned to see who had entered as he washed the cum from his asshole, and his yellow tusked widened into a grin. The flecks of gray in his fur shined under the fluorescent lights. Mike grinned back, feeling his heart flutter in his chest.
“Hey babe, I got done early.” Mike said.
“Hey thir,” The warthog lisped, embracing Mike and reaching around and playing with the tiger’s tail with his hooflets. “tho have I.”
Mike’s cock stiffened. “I missed you.”
“I mithed you too.” Chris said and kissed Mike deeply.
They made out, the lovers rocking in each other's arms, guts pressed against each other. Mike ran his hands along the warthog’s backside, cupping his cheeks and feeling his tail. The hog did the same, and Mike moaned as the hooflets played against his fur and rubbed his ass. His pucker clenched involuntarily and he gasped.
“How are you feeling?” Chris asked, breaking the kiss and smiling up at Mike.
“A little sore, but I’m fine.” Mike chuckled, staring lovingly into his boar’s eyes.
Chris moved his hand down to Mike’s stiff crotch and gave it a gentle squeeze. “You feel thtiff to me. Maybe you need help loothening up, thir?”
“Maybe I need a bit more.” Mike said. “Maybe you should come home with me?”
Chris’s eyes widened. “Home, thir?”
“With me! We can get married and...” Mike started eagerly, though he trailed off when he saw Chris look away. “Chris?”
“You know I’m not into commitment...I like guyth, not juth one.” Chris said after a moment.
“Come on.” Mike grew frustrated. “You and I both know we’re more than just acquaintances! I don’t mind if you come out here, I-!”
There was a ding from the tiger’s phone.
Mike growled in annoyance and pulled it out. It was from the Chronivac. ‘Finished Updating, Processing Request’. There was a loading bar. He rolled his eyes and clipped it back on his belt. Of course it would interrupt him at the worst possible time!
When he looked back up, there was a hungry glint in the warthog’s eyes.
“So are you interested?”
“I think you thould move in with me inthtead, thexy.” Chris smirked, pulling Mike closer to him in a possessive gesture.
“But what about my son…” Mike swallowed. “I can’t abandon him. You’ll love the guys-”
“Ith you want me, you’ll come with me.” Chris said firmly.
Mike wasn’t sure what to do. His heart pounded. All he’d wanted was for Chris to say yes. And now he had, but the caveat...could he really leave Jeff all alone?
He looked at the warthog and blinked. The flabby porker looked a bit bigger than he had a few seconds ago. He wasn’t sure, but he thought Chris was less flabby and more bulky, like there was actual muscle to him now.
“Chris, you.. uh...look different. Have you been working out?” Mike asked.
Chris smirked and posed. Where normally his arm would droop and wobble with flab, now it seemed like all the fat in his arms had become pure muscle. The warthog’s biceps bulged big as bowling balls when he flexed.
“You notithed?” The warthog’s voice was deeper, the lisp less pronounced.
Mike blinked. “I did, yes. How did you get so bi-”
The warthog kissed him deeply.
Mike’s heart fluttered again as he wrestled with the hog’s tongue. The warthog’s body felt different under his paws, firmer, and the usual musk that accompanied his presence had been replaced with cologne. Even his yellowed tusks appeared polished and much cleaner, jutting proudly from the boar’s chiseled jaw.
Chris’ dirty jeans and wife-beater ruffled as though an invisible breeze was blowing through the bathroom, the fabric shifting as Mike watched in awe. The wife-beater became a clean white button-down and a tie looped around the boar’s neck before cinching itself tight. The dirty jeans became clean gray slacks and his scuffed work boots became expensive Italian loafers.
Any more protests against moving in with the warthog died in his throat as the boar’s big hands firmly grasped Mike’s ass-cheeks and squeezed them. Jeff was a man now, he could handle himself. He relaxed into the kiss, enjoying the new hills and valleys that were emerging beneath his fingers as the fat on the boar’s body faded away.
“I’ve wanted you for tho long…” The warthog huffed, licking his muzzle.
“Uh...what?” Mike stared at the boar, stupefied.
He felt fabric moving and shifting across his body and hissed as his flannel rubbed across his nipples. Mike gaze fell onto his own body and watched as his clothing transformed. His flannel bleached itself white and became a button-down, a tie looping itself around his neck. The buttons strained against his gut as his jeans shifted into slacks, loafers completing the look.
It was the same dress casual outfit that the warthog was wearing.
The tiger felt the boar’s clever hooflets undoing his belt and tugging Mike’s pants down. He found himself loosening a knot on the boar’s tie and lifted the warthog’s button-down shirt off of him and the two continued to make out as they undressed each other and made their way to the nearest stall. Mike didn’t question the shift. Apparently they were office co-workers now and were having a tryst in a bathroom?
He gasped as the boar reached around to Mike’s back and grabbed onto something that was sticking out of his ass.
It took him a moment to realize it was the warthog-cock shaped butt-plug Chris had inserted last night. He must have slept with it inside him and had the butt-plug in him all day! Mike moaned as the warthog gently pulled out the plug. His cock twitched and drooled precum with every coil that bumped his prostate. And then, with a grunt, it popped out, leaving Mike feeling empty.
“There we go.” Chris inspected the tiger’s rear entrance. The tiger’s hole was swollen and glistening. Chris prodded it, making the tiger gasp, and the pucker winked hungrily. Chris grinned, his double-chin wobbling. “You’re properly trained, thir.”
“Trained? What do you mean? Oh!” Mike breathed as the boar bent him over and shoved his snout between the tiger’s voluminous cheeks. The tiger shivered with every lap of the warthog’s tongue on his ring. He wanted the boar’s big cock inside him. “Breed me!”
“Breed you?” The warthog pulled his snout away from Mike’s hole and tweaked the tiger’s tender nipples, making the feline yowl. “Ith that what you want, thir?”
“Yes,” Mike said as he glanced at the boar behind him, “please…” his hole quivering in the cool bathroom air.
“Pleathe…what?” Chris sneered, the warthog’s corkscrew pressing against Mike’s rosebud.
“Please breed me, Sir!” Mike whined, then yowled as the boar pressed himself into his hungry hole.
In the mirror across from the stall, he saw the boar’s servile demeanor change.
Chris was staring down at him hungrily. The warthog was normally just raunchy, sure, but it appeared like the burly boarman was incredibly horny. Again, not out of place for Chris, but he’d just spent all day in the bathroom stalls, so the sex-starved expression on his face was alien to Mike.
Or...had Chris actually spent all day in a truck stop men’s room now?
Reality had just shifted, clearly. Were they even in a truck-stop bathroom or the office bathroom that they both worked at? That didn’t matter. All that mattered was the stretch of the boar’s corkscrew cock in his ass.
The first spiral of the warthog’s cock rubbed against Mike’s enlarged prostate. Sparks of pleasure shot through the tiger and his nipples hardened. He almost lost his grip on the sides of the stall when the second and third spiral slipped inside his loose and slick pucker.
“Oh my god!” Mike moaned, his voice pitching an octave higher.
The tiger in the mirror across from him was starting to look a bit different. His body fat shifted from his gut to his hips and ass, giving him a pear-shaped look. Mike’s masculine face softened, his chiseled good looks looking more cherubic now. Even his fur had changed, the hair softer and fluffier, black stripes fading to a cream color, making him look like a tabby cat.
Chris, on the other hand, appeared to be growing much more masculine. He pressed his corkscrew cock deeper, and it almost felt like the dick was growing larger inside Mike. The tiger could feel himself stretch further as the boar spread his ring wide.
“Like that?” Chris’s deep voice sent shivers through Mike’s body. a blast of pleasure shook his mind.
“Oh! Sir…” Mike moaned as a blast of pleasure shook his mind with each spiral.
Even as the boar bottomed out, the shape of his cock made it felt like the cock never ended. Mike could no longer differentiate between the Boar’s thrusts and when he pulled out. The warthog’s cock was so big that it filled his hole completely. All the overfed tabby could do was gasp in pleasure as his prostate was thoroughly milked.
“Do you like it when I breed your hole?” Chris sneered.
“Mmmph, Sir…!” Mike whimpered, his claws extending as he writhed under his warthog. The cat could feel precum dribbling onto the floor. “Please…breed me like the sow I am!”
“That’th right, that’th all you are,” Chris laughed, “my little breeding thow!”
Mike purred happily, the rumbles shaking his chest. The warthog gently rubbed the cat’s fluffy fur and Mike found himself nuzzling into the touch. The pleasure in his hole was radiating through him and it was all he could do but purr and try to clench around the hog’s hog. He loved Chris so much!
“That’th it thow, milk my cock!” The warthog grunted, hips flexing in a blur.
The warmth was building inside Mike. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could go before he came. The more he lost himself in the constant pleasure and rubbing, the more he grew closer to orgasm. He should try to stop it, Chris didn’t like it if Mike came too early. But the warmth was too much, he was gonna-
“Sir, I’m gonna cum!”
“Tho am I!” Chris smirked. “Ready for your first litter?”
“Oh yeah Sir, fill me up!” Mike gasped. “Fuck me harder!”
Chris snorted and slammed his cock in faster. “Yeah, I’m gonna pump you full of pigletth, thow!”
The warthog’s balls tensed, pulling up along the back of Mike’s thighs. Then the boar slammed his cock in deep, the tip of his dick spearing through something deep inside the cat’s ass. Hot ribbons of cum flooded Mike’s hole, filling a void inside him that the cat hadn’t realized was there.
Mike felt the waves of warmth build up in pressure as baby batter filled his nether womb. The couldn’t couldn’t hold back anymore, and with a yowl, came hard. His cum splattered against the tiled floor beneath the two lovers.
Mike’s convulsing tail-hole milked Chris’ erupting cock for everything it had to offer. Every drop of the warthog’s rich, thick, creamy seed was sucked up by the contracting muscles of the cat’s ass. Chris was grunting and snorting and grinding his teeth from the pleasure. He ground his broad hips against the tabby’s large, round butt-cheeks as he bred Mike’s ass thoroughly.
“Tho fucking full!” Chris snorted again, triumphantly. “Take my baby batter!”
Mike couldn’t talk, lost in the throes of his own orgasm. His eyes rolled up in his head, the pleasure feeling like it was coming from both his cock and his prostate at the same time. Every happy snort from Chris seemed to set him off again, like his body was pleased that his mate was pleased.
Chris came again as they collapsed onto the toilet seat, the warthog’s cock still firmly lodged up Mike’s ass. Even though they were slowing down, Mike felt load after load of warm, gooey cum shoot up into his ass.
As pleasure shot up through Mike’s belly, a strange memory wormed its way into his head. This wasn’t the first time he’d been fucked raw by Chris. And he knew that Warthogs didn’t have a refractory period like other anthros. And Chris, in particular, could easily go for a half hour before running dry.
They panted together, moaning. Mike settled himself against Chris’s toned stomach, enjoying the warm flow of cum as the warthog continued to orgasm. He could scarcely believe the hot warthog had a crush on a fat old tabby cat like him! Chris ran his hooflets through Mike’s fur and the cat purred happily.
“You ready to move in then?” Chris asked.
Mike was about to answer yes to his beloved Sir, but he couldn’t, could he? There was the problem of Jeff. He was a grown man, sure, but he’d also have to sell the house. It was a lot of effort for an office romance.
“I-” Mike paused as his gut rumbled. There was a strange pressure growing in his stomach, along with loud gurgles and churning. He groaned as the pressure grew suddenly intense, like he’d eaten way too much. “I can’t just-”
“Of courthe you are.” Chris chuckled. “That was a rhetorical question.”
“W-wait, what about my son?”
“Thon?” Chris cocked his head, rubbing his hooflets in a soothing circular motion across Mike’s flabby belly. “We don’t have a thon yet.”
Mike knew the boar was wrong. He had a son! His name was Jeff. The fluffy tabby cat opened his mouth to protest-
The warthog lifted Mike’s gut and dropped it.
Mike burped, the pressure in his gut subsiding somewhat. The warthog kept massaging him, a palpable feeling of relief washing over the oddly bloated tiger. There was something about a son? Chris hefted the cat’s gut and dropped it and Mike burped softly again. The cat decided it didn’t matter and relaxed as his lover gently massaged his suddenly taut tummy.
“Don’t worry thweetheart, we’ll have all the thons we could ever want thoon.” Chris crooned.
“Wha-urp!” Mike burped again, his innards roiling and growing warm. “What do you mean?”
The warmth in his stomach suddenly grew more intense, roiling through his midsection in a wave.
Mike realized the heat was coming from his churning stomach. He huffed as another wave of prickling heat coursed outwards from his belly. The tabby laid back in his warthog’s loving arms, a moan falling from his quivering lips. Pleasure roiled from his insides, Chris’ hooflets still on his flabby midsection, rubbing it as wave after wave of pure delight washed through him. The warmth from his soft gut felt wonderful. It reminded him of something, but he wasn’t sure what that might be.
“Can’t you tell, thweetie?” Chris nuzzled Mike’s neck, shnuffling his fur.
The warthog guided Mike’s paws onto his soft, bloated belly.
There was an obvious warmth emanating from Mike’s gut and he could feel a churning, rumbling sensation deep inside of him. Mike panted, trying to adjust to feeling so bloated and full. The tabby went remove his paws when Chris pressed hooflets more firmly to Mike’s and held his paws, keeping them on his belly. He could feel a slight pressure pushing back. His belly was slowly pushing out. The tabby moaned as waves of pleasure surged through him.
“W-what’s happening to me?” Mike gasped.
Mike’s belly was growing oddly firm underneath his paw pads. It continued to balloon out, inflating like a beach ball. As it swelled, it took on a pink hue which deepened the further it increased in size. The fur was spreading out, Mike realized. Soon his belly was a huge, round paunch, bloated and trembling while pleasurable sensations continued to surge through him. His brow furrowed as his distended abdomen began to feel tight. The pressure grew and grew until it was released with a soft pop and his belly button went from an innie to an outie.
“Don’t you know, thweetie?” The warthog massaged Mike’s taut gut some more. “You’re pregnant.”
“P-pregnant!” The tabby sputtered as he looked down at his smaller, but still very much present cock. “How-why am I pregnant?!”
“You athked me to breed you.” Chris whispered, playfully nuzzling the tabby. “And look at you, thwelling up so nicthly with my brood.”
“I didn’t…” Mike trailed off.
Mike reached a hand down to the space between his cock and his ass – for some reason he expected to feel a new hole there, to discover that he was now… a she? No, to discovery that he was now something in between. But as his fingers ran against the soft, solid flesh of his taint, confusion filled Mike’s mind.
He had asked to be bred, after all. But he hadn’t actually meant it. Right? And even if he had, the mechanics of it were so baffling. How was he supposed to give birth?
Chris pulled Mike tight against his muscular pecs and cobblestone abs. Mike thought something was wrong about that. The warthog he knew was fat, not this big, virile stud.
“You don’t need to worry about anything, Mike.” Chris continued, kissing his neck, hooflets reaching down to cup the tabby’s flabby ass. “Onthe thith lot is done cooking, I’m going to breed you again and again. Keep you tho full…”
Mike shivered in delight at the thought of being in a state of constant pregnancy, his handsome warthog pumping piglets in him over and over again. Maybe the Chronivac was altering his mind, but he found that mental image very appealing. Having to rely on Chris completely, being totally dependent on someone else was super hot.
The tabby laid back into his lover’s arms, running his paws over the steep curve of his massively swollen gut. Chris reached up and pinched the tiger’s nipples. Mike gasped and moaned in delight, reveling in the feeling. His tongue hung free from his maw. He had never felt so full before in his life. His gravid belly shuddered and swelled again. Above him, the warthog nuzzled into his fur, running his paws lovingly over Mike’s pregnant gut. It felt so nice.
Mike moaned and let himself relax. His belly felt old and new all at once, like it was his new normal. More pleasure coursed through him when his rotund gut quivered and gurgled. Suddenly there was a small kick from inside him which made him gasp. Another kick soon followed, then another. Each one made the swollen belly tremble and Mike moan. He rubbed his stomach more, trying to soothe the piglets inside of him.
“Jutht breathe.” Chris whispered.
Mike took a deep breath and collected himself. The piglets inside his belly squirmed. It felt strange and yet...nice. Right, even. Like he was performing a natural function. His place was his handsome warthog’s breeding sow. He shivered, his fur bristling. Mike closed his eyes and smiled, feeling them kick beneath his touch. His litter. Chris’s piglets were inside of him.
Chris shifted under Mike, and when the tabby opened his eyes, the warthog’s face was next to his. The boar leaned in and they kissed. It was long and loving and their tongues coiled and they moaned happily. Their piglets squirmed inside Mike’s stomach again as they hungrily kissed each other.
Mike’s cock pressed against the taut swell of his stomach, throbbing hard against its steep curve. It was too much for him. The heat. The pressure. The fullness. That squirming of life within him. All of it stemming from his handsome warthog. It was sheer, overwhelming bliss. The fluffy tabby cat’s fur stood on end and he paused mid-kiss, letting out a broken groan as his member spasm-ed and erupted, warm wetness splattering the underside of his gut.
The cat glanced at the mirror across from the stall and frowned. While Mike and Chris were still in each other’s arms, the boar’s cock still pulsing wetly into Mike’s depths, reality was shifting. The bathroom was growing indistinct and misty, like an out of focus camera.
The hard and uncomfortable toilet stall they were in became a very comfortable Queen-sized bed. Walls began to solidify around the two lovers as reality began to reassert itself around them again. Soon, Mike found himself in a large home on the outskirts of town in a very nice bedroom.
He shifted and heard the squeak of plastic beneath him. The fluffy tabby looked down and realized the bed-sheets had been covered with a thick rubber covering. Mike recalled seeing these on sale for ‘at-home births’, something anthros into ‘getting back to their natural roots’ were into. He couldn’t believe he’d fall for that!
“It’th okay thow. I’m here. I’ll walk you through it.” Chris whispered in Mike’s ear.
“Through wha-?” Mike started to reply when a sudden, clenching pain made him choke back a cry. “Guh!”
He hadn’t recognized the symptoms of a contraction, hadn’t noticed the dull, creeping ache in his nethers. And now it was too late. Not that he could do anything about it. The babies inside of him were being pushed out.
The pain was intense. He felt like his asshole was about to burst apart. The muscles themselves were actually clenched taught around Chris’ tight corkscrew. Pained ripples, like a charlie horse, made its way through his anus. More pressure, leaving
“Ahhh, gah!” Mike clenched his muzzle. “Gawd!”
“Thhhh...deep breathth.” The warthog lisped soothingly.
“I-I think the babies are coming, Sir.”
“I know, I can feel them.” Chris grinned tuskily. “Breathe tho I can pull out.”
Mike took big, deep breaths, trying to relax through the pain. A torturous minute went by, then another, until finally his pucker was loose enough for Chris to pull his corkscrew out. The warthog gently extricated himself from Mike’s throbbing orifice. As the head of the boar’s cock plopped out, Mike felt himself push automatically.
A gush of amniotic fluid and cum flooded onto the sheets on the bed. The rolling waves of pain and pressure were slightly lessened. Encouraged at the minor relief it had brought him, Mike pushed again. He’d worry about a prolapsed anus later. Right now he had to get his precious piglets out.
Chris got out of bed and brought back some towels. He nuzzled the cat affectionately as he mopped up the fluid and spread more towels down between Mike’s legs, spreading them wide with his muscular arms and propping the cat up properly.
Mike tried to see what Chris was doing, but his big belly was blocking his line of sight. It was obvious he was pregnant as his stomach was visibly contracting and pulsing. Finally, his handsome lover trotted over to the pregnant cat and tenderly stroked his furry cheeks with his hard hooflets.
“Get ready to puth, thow.” Chris whispered.
Mike gasped heavily, sweat matting his fur as the contractions clenched down on his middle. The first of his brood shoved hard against the inside of his tail hole, making the cat hiss in pain. His newer, pear shaped body had a much wider pelvis and it strained to let the piglet pass through. Mike gripped the rubber sheets and bit down hard, baring his fangs as the contractions built in intensity. He couldn’t see over his massive belly, but he could hear his lover reassure him.
“Ah! I see the first one!” Chris cried out.
He could feel something rub his prostate and the push against his pucker. He felt a stretching sensation as the first babe's head opened him up wider and wider. It was like being fucked by an elephant cock.
“It’s crowning! Puth thow!”
Mike moaned as an exquisite mix of pain and pleasure ripped through him. He was stretched incredibly wide, he could feel it. He wanted to cum, piss, shit, anything to get this thing inside him out right the hell now! With a groan and a yowl, Mike managed to push the head free, followed quickly by the shoulders. Finally, he felt the warthog scoop up the baby and pull him free. Mike flopped back onto the pillow, gasping and sweating.
“My...my baby…” Mike panted hard, trying to catch his breath. He wanted to close his eyes and sleep now, but then another contraction squeezed hard and he felt another baby enter his birth canal. Mike groaned in agony as he felt his ring open wide again. “Gah! Here comes another one!”
“Eager little fucker, huh!” Chris snorted. “Taketh after hith papa!”
Mike grit his teeth and pushed.
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Over two hours later, eight beautiful hoglets were placed in warming cribs next to the bed, cleaned and swaddled. Mike had passed out after the last one, but now he was awake. He blinked and took in the cribs and Chris gently cooing to each one, picking them up and rocking them. Mike smiled. The warthog would be a great father.
He adjusted himself and the blanket slid against his nipples. Mike hissed. If they’d been sore before, now they were aching and swollen and incredibly tender, the tips erect and poking through his fur. The cat reached down and saw three more rows of nipples lining his big belly. He pinched one and gasped in pain and relief as warm, creamy liquid leaked out.
“I’m lactating?” Mike said in disbelief, playing with his nipples. Warm fluid trickled over his sweat-matted fur. “And I have 8 nipples?”
Chris turned at Mike’s voice and smiled.
He walked over and gently rubbed the cat’s relatively deflated gut and sensitive teats. Mike groaned in pleasure as more milk spilled forth. The warthog grinned and tweaked a nipple, making the cat gasp. All of his nipples were inflamed now, red and swollen with milk dripping form their plump tips. Mike hissed and shivered as the warthog continued pinching his sensitive nipples. Soon Chris’ hooflets were slick with milk.
“Of courthe you have nippleth, thow. How elthe would you feed our young?” Chris chuckled. “Lay on you thide.”
Mike turned in bed, his loose belly flopping on the sheet. Chris brought over the hoglets and set them on the bed next to the fluffy cat. The eight hoglet snuffled, eyes closed, and crawled towards the smell of milk. Mike carefully picked one of them up and drew him towards the last nipple. He gasped as the hoglet gummed his teat, hungrily drawing out the rich milk inside.
More and more of his young engulfed Mike’s tender nubs and began to nurse. The cat yowled in pleasure, his claws digging into the rubber sheet below him. His hoglet’s mouths were so wet, so warm and felt amazing wrapped around his teats. His young sucked greedily, teasing him with their tongues and filling their cheeks with his milk. Mike could feel warmth leaving him at a steady pace.
“There we go. Nurthe them, thow.” Chris grinned.
Mike felt his cock spasm as he orgasmed again.
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A month after the first litter was born and night had fallen over the house. The country side was filled with night noises-crickets chirping, a gentle breeze rustling the leaves of the trees in the yard. Inside the house, the sound of hoglets sleeping was disturbed by another sound. A rhythmic, steady slapping sound came from the upstairs bedroom.
In that master bedroom, a warthog and his beloved cat were fucking. The cat was looking up at his lover with pure adoration. The warthog was staring down at him greedily. If any of them had any thoughts about their old lives, they were fading away. By the time the next litter was born, they would be gone entirely.
Mike would have five litters before the warthog was satisfied.