Scott moaned as Princess Pig Blob (as she had come to be known over the years) sucked the cum out of him, his powerful, god-like muscular body thrusting into the fat soft pig blob’s squealing snout.
She was huge, truly living up to her name as a blob, just a big tittied cockles sow boi. She was so obese now, even each big saggy tit piled up in front of her was bigger than her piggy head. She was what she wanted to be, a mindless, cock-sucking sow slut, and that was what she was born to be and knew deep down. She loved being pig blob, loved sucking cocks, loved pleasing men, and the men would cum and go, each one filling her with his seed and making a donation to her fat, blubbery body. Each one made her – no, IT – just a little bit bigger, a little bit fatter. This was its purpose, its reality, and it lived in gratitude with each cock it sucked, each time a big, strong manly pair of balls slapped its hairy soft chins, each time a big heavy cock slapped its big soft cheeks before impaling its snout.
It sat in its fat, fully satisfied to be sucking Scotty’s cock and fulfilling its purpose. A real cock, on a real man. It swooned, so grateful to finally be fulfilling it’s purpose as a cocksucker day after day – it never grew tired of sucking cocks – and even though one might think it would, and that all cocks are the same, it knew each one was special, sacred, and it was truly privileged to have the honor of sucking each and every one, of pleasing each and every man that inserted himself into its huge, fat body. It loved sucking cock so much, and being fucked, that every moment was sacred to it, every moment a pleasure it wouldn’t trade for anything. It knew deep down it was only ever meant to be a cocksucker pussyboi cum dump sow, and it joyously celebrated this fact every moment. It excelled at these things, it fulfilled its big fat existence perfectly, pleasing man after man, and eternally grateful to be able to do so. Day after day, week, after week, month after month, and year after year, it sucked balls, sucked cock, was fucked like the obese big tittied sow that it was, fulfilling its simple purpose perfectly and with great satisfaction. Never tiring of it, only feeling gratitude to each and every man who blessed it with their presence, only feeling gratitude for each and every one.
The blob formerly known as Jeff (what seemed so long ago in another lifetime) loved the feel of Scotty’s big cock filling its mouth and throat. It felt right deep down, it was perfect, this is why it existed. It felt jubilation at Scotty’s large powerful veiny shaft filling its mouth, feeling Scotty’s big mushroom head down its throat spewing hot thick cum. Right where it belonged. This was its sacred duty, to be used by men, to please them at all costs, to simply be what it was. It guzzled Scotty’s cum down, elated to be serving this handsome, strong jock in front of it, gazing up with gratitude into this beautiful angel’s eyes as it swallowed every last drop that Scotty gave it.
Thank you, you are so far above me, thank you for allowing me the pleasure of pleasing you my God, of worshipping you. That is what its eyes said as it gazed up into his, feeling his powerful Greek-God body thrusting into it with that familiar, comforting it had grown accustomed to. It felt sheer joy with every moan that came from the football captain’s beautiful lips.
Blob squealed in delight despite having its cock full of Scotty’s massive man-meat, worshipping him as he filled it up with his virile cum. Blob could practically feel new cells of fat being added to it as this Adonis filled it up with more man-juice. It swooned, lost in orgasm as it sucked the handsome God before it, feeling its own heavy body jiggling with every thrust. Teat upon teat, roll upon roll, its fat jiggled, so massive, warm, soft and heavy.
It lost itself in worshipping this handsome man, mindlessly grunting and sucking, mindlessly thanking the universe for letting it be what it always truly was inside. Grateful for every single cock, every single drop of cum. Blob sucked hard, bloating bigger, worshipping this man with its very being and everything it was. It was with willing gratitude and joy that Princess pig blob was used… and “used” was hardly the word, because it was wonderful and amazing, and it wouldn’t trade it for anything at all.
Blob worshipped. Truly, deeply, completely.