The trio all lay awhile in blissful afterglow, their cocks slowly softening inside pig's holes. She tried talking with her mouth full, so took his shrinking cock out of her mouth so he could understand her.
"You boys got ballet practice after brekkie this morning," sow reminded them. Some of those changes in the last moments with the coral the night before had sealed certain of pig's fetishes into the boys' personalities. While they were 100 percent the modern masculine males, sow made sure their wardrobes consisted only of hot pink tutus for daily life, budgie smugglers and other skimpy beachware for the beach. They had a few half-tanks and other odds and ends of clothing too, but the theme was 'less is more.' And she loved nothing more than seeing masculine guys in humiliatingly scanty or female clothing, like the mostly naked men with their muscles, hairy chests and pits, in flaming pink tutus going about their daily lives. And the two also tended to play around publicly - like straight guys pretending to be gay fawning on each other, and served a little ballet time - and since they danced together and Zane was the more "macho" and agro of the two men, he played the female dance partner of course. Pig figured since she was a 960 pound shemale superchub with big tits and tiny cocklet who was always in the nuddy and was constantly humiliated, turn-about was fair play - and the truth was they all loved the humiliation aspects they all had anyway, partly just boys being boys, but also because they all knew it turned their mates on.
"Crikey!" Liam exclaimed, withdrawing his soft cock from pig's ass. "I completely forgot. We better get ready."
"NOT before breakfast," sow insisted firmly - she was sub, but when it came to food, no one messed with her diet! "I need my brekkie."
"Okay, but first," Zane started with a wicked grin, turning sow over, the mud popping as all 18 of her breasts popped free of its wet, warm suction. there was very little mud left on then, so Zane buried his face in all sow's boobs, motorboating the huge honkers. It tickled and sow giggled, then Liam joined them, also giggling before burying his face in the soft cleavage just below Zane.
Sow squealed, and both boys knew they had accidently caused her cocklet to spooge. Zane groaned. "Great, she'll be orgasming for the next half hour."
"Guess you gets to make brekkie," Liam grinned, punching Zane playfully in the bicep before strolling to the kitchen.
"No way, you know I can't cook!" Zane retorted, admiring Liam's tight arse and v-shaped back as the man walked away, all muscle and swaying blonde mane.
"Frozen waffles it is," Liam opened the esky and and tossed a couple of boxes to Zane.
"Ooooiinnk yes," pig moaned from her sex-hazed frenzy of quaking blubber and boobs, drooling while orgasming. "I LOOOOVE waffles."