You’re sprawled on the couch, half hard. You haven't done much at all since you withdrew from your classes with cringey note that makes you horny every time you think of it. You decide to scroll through your X, looking for... something. Trying to find an escape from the boredom proves difficult--not like you were trying hard, shockingly--when a new message lights up your phone. The words slide right down.
“You traded your old life to be full time pig porn, haven't you? I bet you're horny right now… because deep down you know how fucking hot your new reality is.”
Your cheeks burn. Your cock jumps. You type a shaky, needy reply you can't even manage to send quickly enough.
“Turned yourself into one of my stories you used to read and fantasize about… except this time it’s real. You’re living it, now. Isn't that right?”
The realization hits like a drug. Shame and arousal twist together so tightly you can barely breathe. You type faster between handfuls of food, desperate for more of each.
“Turned your pathetic self into downshifting pig porn. I ought to write about this."
Your gut twists. You rip a fart, and then a belch, and then a moan spills out of your mouth without reservation. The idea of him documenting your ruin for strangers to read makes your dick leak into your sweatpants.
“This isn’t fantasy anymore. It’s actually happening to me," you groan, then send a reply back that says the same thing.
“You’re fatporn now, piggy. Grade A pork. How does that feel?”
You can only reply with a string of desperate emojis, too turned on to form real words, shoveling in even more food while your thighs grind together. If you weren't dumb as a brick before, that comment just sent all the blood out of your brain and made sure of it. You keysmash a reply that moreorless says you need to finally waddle your fatass back into your goon cave. You scoop up all of your snacks and your soda, your phone and your laptop, your weed and your plastic. Only things that will make you evennnn worse, and you know it.
“Time to get back to your room. What are you even doing? You know better. Good pigs stay hidden away, gooning, destroying the 'normal' life and embracing the loser life.”
You just look down as you pant for breath from moving so quickly.
“It’s okay, loser. Don't try to reply. I know your brain doesn’t work that well anymore.”
Your knees go weak, and not because you're out of shape. Thought that certainly helps.
“I’m… I’m really, really stupid,” you confess, the words making you throb harder than anything ever has.
“It's obvious, Pig,” he replies. “That’s why you just stay in bed or at the computer and goon all day. No more pretending.”
"Oh, fuck," you respond... or maybe you just moan it... you can't tell as you close your eyes in pleasure.
“Grade A pork with straight F’s in college. Good thing you dropped out. It was for the best. Imagine if you’d spent all that tuition money on food, weed, and getting even fatter instead. You’d already be a massive, useless slob.”
Your mind blanks with heat. You can see it so clearly. Instead of education, every dollar wasted on calories and smoke, every failed class swapped for pounds and lost brain cells.
“Fuck… I will now,” you moan, already reaching for the nearest bag of snacks.
“You’ve got some catching up to do, piggy. Or should I say… more catching up.”
By the time the conversation ends, you’re locked in your room, pants around your ankles, belly spilling over your lap, one hand frantically pumping while the other stuffs your face, wrapped in a haze of gas and weed smoke, poppers pressed to your nose every few minutes, frying your already hollowed out brain even more. Every degrading word echoes around in your empty head like it's been implanted there.
And you don't know it... but it has.
You’re not a student anymore. You’re not even pretending to be smart. You’re just a porky drop out loser. Soft--minus the constant hard on, gassy, leaking, and sinking deeper every single day. The most humiliating part is that you’ve never been happier.
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keep it up buddy... not like you can stop anyway.
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