OinkingSPERMpig

Thanks. Would love to stuff a hole as we both grunt like pigs.

Would happily plunge it in and out kf your pighole for you.

This is a good one. Another one I personally love is Michael McKey's "Cocked and Loaded" where they have a huge yellowish sperm "devil's dick" that they shove up the pigs hole.

The cum jar pt. 2 It has been a year since I first became the HOUNDS official cum jar. The guys don't call me by my name. James started referring to me as "bottle" and it stuck. I live in the house shared with James, 'Boy and three of the other members now. My life now revolves completely around SPERM. Not fucking. Not sex. Just sperm, seed, jizz, cum, semen. I am thankful to the HOUNDS for my life as a cum jar. But I want more. James has told me not to bring it up. "Look at me PIG. You are our CUM JAR. That was the arrangement. You don't like it you can go!" James says. I stare back at him with a dark expression. He knows I am angry, and he does not like it. "Open" he says. I open my mouth despite my anger. He spits in it and I swallow it down. I don't say my usual "thanks Sir" and he notices. So he says it again. "Open". I open my mouth. This time he snorts and clears his throat as he collects the nasal mucus from his nose and throat. Despite my anger it still turns me on. He hocks the slimy large loogie in my mouth. It is warm and sweet tasting. I savor it for a moment. "Thank you Sir". He knows as well as I do that I would not really do anything to jeopardize my position in the group and that I am all talk. That satisfies him, and he turns around and leaves. To make things worse, the one called 'Boy seems to hate me. I know the problem. Before I joined the group he was the unquestionable bottom rank of the group. The chubby groveling fuckpig known as 'Boy took cock whenever anyone told him to. If something depraved and disgusting needed doing he'd be the man for the job. He is nasty, insatiable, and mean. And despite the fact that I don't get fucked, he hates that he is positioned above me. As a matter of fact, during play sessions he is typically the one who holds my leash as I am led in on hands and knees. Guts full of semen. One day, I was going through my now familiar routine of pumping sperm up my guts. "Do you know what I have to go through to collect all this sperm?". He asks. I have some idea of how the HOUNDS are able to collect the large amounts of semen that they do. And I know 'Boy is the one who makes that possible. But I have no detailed information of what he does or how he does it. "Well DO YOU?". I don't reply. I have learned that when it comes to 'Boy, it is best to just let him talk. He is not interested in conversation. He pulls back the plunger of the 200ml syringe as it fills with sperm from the container. "It aint right". He says. "It just aint right", he repeats as he sticks the syringe up my hole and pushes down on the plunger to put the first batch of loads up my ass. For some reason, I feel like defending myself that day. "I just do what I am told" I say, while still on all fours. He suddenly rears on me. "JUST DOING WHAT YOU ARE TOLD!? , YOU GREEDY BASTARD!". I am startled by a sharp pain in my side as he kicks me in my ribs. My body convulses, and the sperm comes flying back out my hole. In that exact moment, James walks in. "What the fuck is going on here?" he asks. But as he takes stock of the situation, it is more than clear. 'Boy and me look at each other, the guilt written on both our faces. Without saying anything we bend down on hands and knees, slurp the semen from the ground and spit it back in the container. James watches us for a while but does not stick around for us to finish. "Tell you what 'Boy, I have had about enough of you. Congratulations, you are the Cum jar for now. But no fucking privileges". James leaves the room. Me and boy look at each other, bewildered. Both trying to figure out what just happened. Realization dawns on both of us. I get up with a grin on my face. "You wanted the cum? You fucking got it 'Boy". 'Boy accepts immediately. He takes of his clothes and gets on all fours. He is already lubed up, cleaned and ready to go. He is 90% of the time. That is pretty much his job. I still have some of the cum we just licked off the floor in my mouth. I spit it in my hand and slap it on his hole. "We are going to fill you up good. Tonight, YOU are the cum jar and I am finally getting fucked. 'Boy is still trying to take it all in. He knows there is nothing he can do. We have our orders. I push down on his back "arch a little deeper, it won't go all in if you don't let it slide down". I pick up the syringe and start methodically injecting the seed in his hole. 'Boy just smirks and I don't know why. "You will have to take up my role now" he says. I grin "I am finally getting fucked". 'Boy looks up at me with a smile that is diabolical. "Oh, you are going to get fucked alright. You just wait and see what you will be doing to collect all this semen". He puts his face flat on the floor, arches deeper and spreads his hole with his hands "Get on with it" he says. To be continued.

Thanks man. Appreciate it. I will continue the story in this thread. And will eventually ask the first post to be edited.

Wanted to change the ending but could not edit anymore --------------- He notices some of the sperm is dribbling down my leg. Absentmindedly he runs his finger up the back of my leg and puts the sperm in his mouth. James chimes in: "There really wasn't any competition pig. The first pig we showed it chickened out at the sight of this", "the second pig we showed it to thought he wanted it, but when he opened the jar and smelled the cumstench he bailed". "You are the only pig filthy enough to go through with it". He takes the leash from 'the boy'. "Good job pig". "GRWOH, GRWOH" I reply, locking eyes with him to show him I am all in. One of them slaps my ass and tells me "Good job pig", like James did. I turn around and lock eyes with him too "GRWOH, GRWOH". With a smile and raised eyebrows he shakes his head in disbelief. "Well James, you really outdid yourself this time". He says.

Was not expecting so many to enjoy it. The positive responses is definitely motivation to keep going. I can't edit my original post. So I will repost the start of the story, clean up the typo's, improve the story a little, and add some more story. Here goes The Cum Jar ---------------------------------------------------------------------------Adapted first part The group of extreme sex pigs that I have been trying to get in touch with are hard to reach. They go where they want. Fuck who they want. In this world of tons of pig bottoms looking for dick, they can have their pick. Sadly, every time I reached out they were not interested. Until one of their members suddenly and unexpectedly hit me up. He shared a kind of pamphlet through whatsapp stating "The HOUNDS need a CUM JAR. APPLY". Curious I responded. As expected, the reply was as short as ever. No explanation. Just an address, a date and a time. On the one hand, I was not sure what I was getting into. On the other hand, I knew this was my chance. The gangbangs these guys set up are legendary in my neighborhood, and I would do anything to be a part of them. So I go in prepared. Clean myself out as well as I can. Stretch my hole as much as I can. Lube up and put in my buttplug. When I go to the address it appears to be an old office space that is not currently in use. Weird. I knock on the door. Someone opens, and I enter a room with about six people sitting in a circle of folding chairs. The one who opened the door, James I think his name is, pushes me towards the middle. "Do you know why you are here? " He asks. I break out in cold sweat and the reality of the situation suddenly sets in. I am surrounded by people and they look normal. Decent. Professional even. I know they are pigs, but I still feel some hesitation to so openly in broad daylight in a room full of decently clothed men to just start talking about.... well... pig sex. But I carry on anyway. I tell them that I know they are looking for a "cum jar", but I am unsure what it means. They chuckle a little. James explains: See, you know who we are. You know what we do otherwise you would not be here. We had a problem. We like to use human sperm as lube for our.... gatherings. But we have been having trouble keeping it at the right temperature. Too cold and it loses some of its appeal. Too hot and it changes consistency. We need it... body temperature. See what we need, is a living cum jar that we can fill up with as much sperm as necessary and bring him to our spots. When asked, the cum jar has to bend over so we can all dip in our cocks for a fresh coating of sperm. He can also squat and dribble out some loads for play. What do you think of that? I WILL DO IT! I blurt out. By now the bulge in my pants has started to grow. And standing in the middle of the circle, I am suddenly embarrassed that I could hardly wait for him to finish and am obviously aroused. "Hold on now". James says. We asked you to apply. We have had three applications. We need to test you. "This is it" I think to myself. "They are going to fuck me, it is actually happening". Then one of the men, sitting on a folding chair whips out a huge jar the size of my forearm. He holds it up for all to see, and everyone looks at it smiling in quiet reverence. "This is the condition pig, you need to hold these loads in you. You can't ask what or where they are from. You do as you are told". The jar the man holds in his hands is filled to the brim with yellowy and white sperm that seems to change in texture and consistency throughout the jar. The sight of the big jar of cum sends a chill down my spine. I am scared and aroused. My heart beats faster and I shake a little with nervousness. I realize I have a chance to sink into depravity like few ever have before. In that moment, nothing else matters. My mind goes full pig mode. A little "fuck yeah..." escapes my mouth... and in total pig lust I open my mouth and stick out my tongue. Tongue still hanging out my mouth I repeat it again. Louder this time "Phwuck yeash". They all start laughing at me. The man holding the jar grins, gets up from his chair and moves closer. He holds the jar close to my face and slowly rotates it. As the jar is rotated the different swirls of darker yellowish and white sperm slosh and mix. I bend forward and lick the glass of the jar. "Fuck yeah" I repeat for a third time. The man takes off the lid and holds the jar under my nose. "it's the real deal pig. Smell it". At first I take a small whiff and I am taken aback by the strong, pungent sperm smell. The man takes a whiff too "good isn't it?", he says in a kind way. He holds it out for me again. I close my eyes, think about the adventure I am about to embark on, and with a little smile I take another whiff. Deeper now. A small smile appears on my face and I lick my lips, stick out my tongue, lock eyes with the man holding the jar and nod yes. He moves his hand inside the jar. For a second I think he is going to dip in a finger and feed it to me, but to my surprise he plunges in half his hand and as he removes it dripping with cum, he says "open up pig". I obey and he unceremoniously puts all his fingers in my mouth. I suck down on it and don't break eye contact. With a lot more confidence now, I repeat the words that embarrassed me just a moment earlier. I WILL DO IT. Big grins appear all around me. "then take of your pants PIG, we need to put this stuff up your hole". I immediately undress completely, and stand there, naked while circled by fully clothed men with little smirks. Glistening with the coconut oil I rubbed on myself before I left the house. And with my buttplug still up my hole. Someone produces a "pighole", a kind of tunnel you can put up your rectum that holds your hole open. A pig like me is familiar with it. "This pig came prepared!" one of the other men exclaims, as he suddenly gets up, bends me forward, and takes out the buttplug. As soon as the buttplug leaves my ass, he uses his middle and ring finger to work my hole as he slides in the pighole. His hands are cold, but clearly he knows what he is doing. I bend my knees a little and stick out my pig ass to help out. "good boy" he says. When the pig hole is in, I suddenly drop down on all fours. They are surprised. "Do it". I say. "Please". "fill me pig hole with all that sperm" Suddenly there is tension in the room. Where before everyone was relaxed and talking. Suddenly I feel the dark and sticky atmosphere of pigs getting aroused... and things getting serious. They waste no time. I bend over further to lift my hole upwards, knowing that with the pighole tunnel they can see straight up my guts. They have gotten up are all behind me now. Except for James. He crouches in front of me and whispers in my ear "I knew you would come pig. You are perfect for this you whore. We make no promises that we will fuck you. But maybe you can be our cum jar. Now relax and take it". As I listen to his words, getting more and more aroused, I can feel the cold sperm sliding down the walls of my rectum straight into my innards. "GOOD JOB BOY!" one exclaims as another one proceeds to whoop. James still crouches in front of me. He looks at me with a look on his face I can't recognize. Almost... lovingly. "Why are you here pig?". I think for a second about the reply. He suddenly slaps me, HARD. "I said why are you here pig!", I panick and stutter in my reply, he slaps me again and holds me by my neck. I can feel the pressure and surprise of the slaps made the pig hole and some of the cum spurt out my hole. The other men say nothing. I am focused on James now, but I can feel them jamming the pig hole back up my ass. "WHY . ARE . YOU . HERE?" James asks again. Screaming now. I can hardly reply becuase he is holding my throat so tight. I reply with the only thing that comes to mind. The words come out strained "TTTTO BE A PIG!". James asks me what kind of pig. "A DIRTY FUCKING WHORE PIG, SIR". Suddenly James turns quiet again. He releases my throat. Very calmly he says "then oink for me pig". I go "oink oink" a little weakly. Immediately he is furious again, and grabs me by my throat once more. "THAT IS NOT THE FUCKING SOUND A PIG MAKES!!" he exclaims. "I SAID OINK FOR ME PIG". This time I inhale deeply through my nose to make a deep piggy nasal gurgling sound "GGGWAAAK, GWOINK, GWOH, GWOH". I am so scared to let him down that I even start to lift my nose in the air with each "GWOH, GWOH, GWOH" as though I am a real pig. I realize what I am doing, I fully appreciate in that moment, as more and more sperm is worked into my hole what a filthy fucking pig I am...... and I fucking love it. I feel a freedom I have never experienced before, and I feel a deep appreciation. "Thank you sir, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you". Something happens.... "Oh, that's it" someone says. I look back, and see the jar is only half empty. "He can't take any more". WAIT! I yell. The rules that were stated are clear. I had to take all of it if I wanted to have a chance to be their dedicated cum jar. Panicked I crawl on my hands and knees towards the wall. The men don't understand what I am doing. We are in the middle of the room and the wall seems a mile away. They just let me go. When I get to the wall I do a handstand. Some of the earlier tension is released and now they really start laughing. "THIS FUCKING PIG IS DEDICATED" and "JESUS JAMES, WHERE DO YOU FIND THESE PEOPLE!?". As I do my handstand, I wiggle my torso and feel the sperm sink deeper into my body. I feel it bubbling, sliding and oozing. I crouch back down slowly and say "please... more". No one moves. I realize that I have to get back to the middle of the circle. I crouch back on all fours and the men continue to put the last of the seed up my hole. As the last frothy sperm from the jar bubbles down my guts I ask "my buttplug?". James understands, and reaches for the buttplug. The guys work together to pry out the pighole and replace it with the buttplug. "This cum jar even brought his own lid!" one of them jokes. I then realize there's a problem. With this amount of sperm up my hole, I can not stand. I know that were I to try, the buttplug would shoot out from the pressure of all the sperm that has gone up my hole. "I can't stand up without losing it". I say. James crouches back down near my face "who said you needed to stand?". I look at him ... confused... am I supposed to crawl? Suddenly I feel someone putting a collar around my neck. It's the stocky fat guy that normally acts as a bottom for the group and runs their errands. I have only ever heard him referred to as "boy". He frowns down at me like he is angry at something. "Are you ready? " He asks. "Ready for what?" I reply. "We would not have put damn near a gallon of sperm up your ass if we weren't going to play". He notices some of the sperm is dribbling down my leg. Absentmindedly he runs his finger up the back of my leg and puts the sperm in his mouth. James chimes in: "There really wasn't any competition pig. The first pig we showed it chickened out at the sight of this", "the second pig we showed it to thought he wanted it, but when he opened the jar and smelled the cumstench he bailed". He takes the leash from "the boy" and starts leading me out of the room. -------------------------------------------------------------------- It has been a year since I first became the HOUNDS official cum jar. The guys don't call me by my name. James started referring to me as "bottle" and it stuck. I live in the house shared with James, boy and three of the other members now. [To be continued]

This story is heavily influenced by the story "the cum courier". Also, I will say in advance. Anyone into story telling or nasty talk hit me up. I see myself as the main character of this story. The Cum Jar The group of extreme sex pigs that I have been trying to get in touch with are hard to reach. They go where they want. Fuck who they want. In this world of tons of bottoms looking for dick, they can have their pick. Sadly, every time I reached out they were not interested. Until one of their members suddenly and unexpectedly hit me up. He shared a kind of pamflet through whatsapp stating "The HOUNDS need a CUM JAR. APPLY". Curious I responded. As expected, the reply was a short as ever. No explanation. Just an address, a date and a time. On the one hand, I was not sure what I was getting into. On the other hand, I knew this was my chance. The gangbangs these guys set up are legendary in my neighborhood, and I would do anything to be a part of them. So I go in prepared. Clean myself out as well as I can. Stretch my hole as much as I can. Lube up and put in my buttplug. When I go to the address it appears to be an old office space that is not currently in use. Weird. I knock on the door. Someone opens, and I enter a room of with about six people sitting in a circle of folding chairs. The one who opened the door, James I think his name is, pushes me towards the middle. "Do you know why you are here? " He asks. I break out in cold sweat and the reality of the situation suddenly sets in. I am surrounded by people and they look normal. Decent. Professional even. I know they are pigs, but I still feel some hesitation to so openly in broad daylight in a room full of decently clothed men to just start talking about.... well... pig sex. But I carry on anyway. I tell them that I know they are looking for a "cum jar", but I am unsure what it means. They chuckle a little. James explains: See, you know who we are. You know what we do otherwise you would not be here. We had a problem. We like to use human sperm as lube for our.... gatherings. But we have been having trouble keeping it at the right temperature. Too cold and it loses some of its appeal. Too hot and it changes consistency. We need it... body temperature. See what we need, is a living cum jar that we can fill up with as much sperm as necessary and bring him to our spots. When asked, the cum jar has to bend over so we can all dip in our cocks for a fresh coating of sperm. He can also squat and dribble out some loads for play. What do you think of that? I WILL DO IT! I blurt out. By now the bulge in my pants has started to grow. And standing in the middle of the circle, I am suddenly embarrassed that I could hardly wait for him to finish and am obviously aroused. "Hold on now". James says. We asked you to apply. We have had three applications. We need to test you. "This is it" I think to myself. "They are going to fuck me, it is actually happening". Then one of the men sitting on a folding chair whips out a huge jar the size of my forearm. "This is the condition pig, you need to be willing and able to hold these loads in you, you can't ask what or where they are from, you do as you are told". The jar the man holds in his hands is filled to the brim with yellowy and white sperm that seems to change in texture and consistency throughout the jar. I think about it. And slowly nod. Big grins appear all around me. "then take of your pants PIG, we need to put this stuff up your hole". I immediately undress, and stand there, naked among fully clothed men. Glistening with the coconut oil I rubbed on myself before I left the house. And with my buttplug still up my hole. Someone produces a "pighole", a kind of tunnel you can put up your rectum that holds your hole open. A pig like me is familiar with it. "This pig came prepared!" one of the men exclaims, as he suddenly gets up, bends me forward, and takes out the buttplug. As soon as the buttplug leaves my ass, he uses his middle and ring finger to work my hole as he slides in the pighole. Clearly he knows what he is doing. I drop down on all fours. They are surprised. "Do it". I say. "Please". Suddenly there is tension in the room. Where before everyone was relaxed and talking, I feel the dark and sticky atmosphere of pigs getting aroused... and things getting serious. They waste no time. I bend over further to lift my hole upwards, knowing that with the pighole tunnel they can see straight up my guts. They are all behind me now. Staring at my hole, waiting to see the sperm go up my hole. Except for James. He crouches in front of me and whispers in my ear "I knew you would come pig. You are perfect for this you whore. We make no promises that we will fuck you. But you can be our cum jar. Now relax and take it". As I listen to his words, getting more and more aroused, I can feel the cold sperm sliding down the walls of my rectum straight into my innards. "GOOD JOB BOY!" one exclaims as another one proceeds to whoop. But then something happens. "Oh, that's it" someone says. I look back, and see the jar is only half empty. "He can't take any more". WAIT! I yell, as I crawl on my hands and knees towards the wall and do a handstand. Now they really start laughing. "THIS FUCKING PIG IS DEDICATED" and "JESUS JAMES, WHERE DO YOU FIND THESE PEOPLE!?". As I do my handstand, I wiggle my torso and feel the sperm sink deeper into my body. I crouch back down slowly and simply say "please... more" and they pour the rest in. As last frothy sperm from the jar bubbles down my guts I ask "my buttplug". James understands, and reaches for the buttplug. The guys work together to pry out the pighole and replace it with the buttplug. "This cum jar even brought his own lid!" one of them jokes. There's a problem. With this amount of sperm up my hole, I can not stand. I know that were I to try, the buttplug would shoot out from the pressure of all the sperm that has gone up my hole. "I can't stand up without losing it". I say. James crouches back down near my face "who said you needed to stand?". I look at him ... confused... am I supposed to crawl? Suddenly I feel someone putting a collar around my neck. It's the stocky fat guy that normally acts as a bottom for the group and runs their errands. I have only ever heard him referred to as "boy". He frowns down at me like he is angry at something. "Are you ready? " He asks. "Ready for what" I reply. "We would not have put damn near a gallon of sperm up your ass if we weren't going to play". He notices a little bit of sperm dribbling down my leg. Absentmindedly he runs his finger up the back of my leg and puts it in his mouth. James chimes in: "There really wasn't any competition pig. he first pig we showed it chickened out at the sight of this", "the second pig we showed it to thought he wanted it, but when he opened the jar and smelled the cumstench he bailed". He takes the leash from "the boy" and starts leading me out of the room. To be continued.

I have never had so much cum at once that it offended me or that I thought it was disgusting. But I have a pretty high treshold for such things. For some reason, whenever I see saved up loads, or loads dumped into a jar or cup, the raunchier it looks the hotter it is. When it is swirling with both watery and thick yellowy disgusting loads, the idea of that frothing mess of sperm being poured up my guts gets me fucking hard. But I would also one day like to be "forced" to eat it. Leashed and on my knees I'd want a pig to tell me "you don't drink every drop we won't fuck you pig!", as I proceed to chug the thick nasty loads as fast as I can. Unfortunately I have only tried something like it with my own loads.

To be honest I have (unfortunately) only taken one load at a time. But there are easy ways to imitate the feeling. Since I was craving sperm up my hole I have been saving up my own loads and freezing them. I try to build up to a good decent collection of loads. Then when feeling particularly horny, thaw them out and warm them up to just above room temperature. This is where most people would quit I think. But I just get rock hard of the thought of all that sperm going up my pig hole. The fact that it is my own sperm is a bummer. But that is still a whole lot better than no sperm! I like to do a long play session first so my cunt is nice and loose. And then just welcome all that wonderful semen in my guts, imagining they are the collected loads of dozens of men.

This is so fucking hot! And I am so jealous of you. Looking at those filled up condoms I fucking need that up my pig hole!

I love this story. I thought of a similar fantasy. Where a group of extreme sex pigs save up their cum all the time in jars and they use it for lube and pigplay in orgies and gangbangs. But the problem they have is that they want the cum "body temperature" when they play. So one comes up with the genius idea of opening up the position of "living cum jar" in their group. The main idea being of course that they fill up the "living cum jar" with as much sperm as necessary. Then plug up his hole, and have him carry it to different places. Once there the sperm is the perfect temperature for play. When asked the "living cum jar" will bend over so pigs can dip in their cocks for a fresh coating of sperm. The "living cum jar" can also be asked to squat and dribble out loads for use by other pigs. Now this group of pigs is rather infamous and their parties can get very wild. Because of that many wannabe "cum jars" sign up to take up the position because they want to be a part of the group and the action. This presents the group with an interesting problem: how do they find out which pig is the best cum jar? So they think up a devious scheme. Over time they get everyone to help them save up gallons of thick yellow-white frothing mansperm that they save in 1 gallon jars. After an initial interview to weed out the seriously filthy pigs, the last stage of the interview goes as follows: Aspiring "cum jars" are invited to a location. On location, they are handed an entire gallon jar of cum and receive no further instruction other than "we just want to see what you'd do with it". Some of the bottom pigs chicken out when they realize just what they signed up for. Some start by opening the jars but when the pungent smell of man sperm hits them they back out of it. The truly filthy pigs understand what needs to be done and what is expected. And like good pigs they start finding ways to get as much of that cum in their colons as they can. They ask for funnels, and for the interviewers to help them. Some just quit after a good try. Others really try to fill themselves up but as their hole starts overflowing they say they reached their limits. But then there is this one unassuming chubby guy. The interviewers wrote him off as "in over his head" from the first time they laid eyes on him. "Too young, probably to inexperienced to be up to the task". But to their surprise, after he sees the jar of cum, he proceeds to take off his jeans and takes an enormous buttplug out of his hole. He takes of the lid of the jar, and just inhales the smell for a few minutes like he is in a trance. He then looks at the interviewers and says, almost aggressively without breaking eye contact, "I need all this up my fucking guts!". The interviewers start grinning. He continues "but I am going to need help". What follows is the interviewers going through the same process as they have with other candidates, until his hole starts overflowing. "I guess that's it" one of them states. The "cum jar candidate" looks at him with a startle and real fear in his eyes. He protectively reaches for the jar of cum. "No!" he exclaims. "Not yet!". "I have planned for this". He then does something that none of the other candidates had done. He clumsily does a handstand against the wall and keeps the pose through sheer will. Quivering he whispers "please....". The interviewers start feeding his hole with more and more loads out of the jar. As gravity pulls all those loads deeper and deeper into his guts the pig starts slowly moving his torso in various ways to help the sperm to go deeper still. At one point one of the interviewer says "that's it". Now in obvious discomfort and trembling the "cum jar" whispers "the plug.. the plug.. please". They quickly plug his hole up again as the pig moves to a position on all fours with a satisfied grin on his face. The interviewers marvel at the situation that unfolded before them. "We should have video taped that" one exclaims. "You may be the most spermed up whore in history!" another one says. One of the interviewers kneels near the head of candidate turned human cum jar. He locks eyes with him. "Tell me... how does that feel?". The chubby young guy who seemed so normal just a short while ago, but who now turned into an actual human cum jar looks at him, all sweaty and uncomfortable and says "I am full.... full to bursting... it is the best feeling in the world. I.... I was put on this earth to do this... to have this feeling". As the cum jar stands up something unexpected happens. Due to the pressure of the quantity of cum the buttplug shoots out his hole followed by a large quantity of the sperm. "NO!" the cum jar shouts as he immediately falls back on all fours. The interviewers glance at each other. They have already decided who their cum jar is going to be, but they want to see how far they can push this young cum pig. "Well... that's too bad. You almost had it".... "whether you get the position depends on what you do next". Still on all fours, still full of cum the cum jar thinks for a second... then seems to make up his mind. He crawls to the buttplug on all fours and puts it back in his hole. He then proceeds to lick and swallow the cum from the floor. One of the interviewers starts laughing out loud. "Ha, that's enough pig! Congratulations you got the job!". The cum jar hardly responds as he goes from licking to trying to slurp the loads of the floor. In between slurps he whispers "not yet.....". ******************** I am not much of a writer. But I can make a longer/better story out of this if even just one persone is interested.

My lubed up pig hole ready to be plowed and dumped in.