Dawn’s pregnant, and her story can go one of two ways… it all comes down to a choice. Strap in, it’s the grand finale!
Hi, it’s oKay, the author of this twisted tale here. This is the final instalment of Dawn’s misadventures. I decided to write two endings – you can choose whichever one you like as your headcanon ending. One’s a bad ending, and the other one is… well, it’s also a bad ending, it’s just a lot longer. There are no good endings here for poor Dawn!
The story branches into two paths when Dawn decides what to do after learning she is pregnant.
Alright, now you know the setup, it’s time to end this epic – one way or another.
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Dawn was pregnant.
It was obvious, really, but she’d stealthily acquired a pregnancy test anyway, and peed on it, and was standing in the bathroom waiting for it to develop.
She stared at her belly in the mirror. She knew she was pregnant, it was as plain as the bulge in her gut – she just didn’t want to believe it. But the nausea – which she now knew was morning sickness – and the tenderness of her big tits made so much sense now. Six months pregnant, if she had to guess.
How could this have happened? She’d been taking her birth control pills every day without fail. She’d gone to great lengths to hide them from Eli and the other hobos, worried they’d mistake them for drugs and take them themselves, or just confiscate them from her from some perverse desire to pump a baby into her.
And yet.
Someone banged on the bathroom door. Dawn ignored it.
She picked up the pregnany test, exhaled, and looked at it.
Two lines glared back at her. Positive.
Dawn was going to be a mommy.
She wanted to scream.
The door rattled again. From the hallway, someone yelled: “Hey slut, you in there? I need to drain my balls. Open up!”
Her hand clenched around the pregnancy test tightly. Her whole body trembled.
Dawn didn’t know it, but she’d reached a crossroads in this moment. Her next actions would determine how the rest of her life would unfold.
Dawn turned around and…
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The Bad Ending
Dawn turned around and…
…threw open the door, ploughing into the surprised hobo standing on the other side. Dawn didn’t have much of a physical presence, apart from her huge hooters, but she flew at the hobo with such speed that she caught him off-guard and he stumbled, falling backwards.
“What the fu–ooff!” he grunted as he fell flat on his ass. Dawn skipped over him like a gazelle and ran towards the front door.
She was going to run and run and run until she found someone that wasn’t a fucked-up pervert that only wanted to shove their dicks in all of her holes! And then she would get an abortion, somehow… was it even possible at six months? She didn’t know, but she was going to try, and fuck whatever hell the magic hobo damned her to.
She threw open the door – and ran straight into Eli.
It waa as if he’d been expecting her, knew she was going to run, and had been waiting for her at the door. He grabbed her by the throat and marched her backwards into the doors, kicking the door closed behind him with one foot.
“Going somewhere, princess?” he said, his voice a snarl.
Dawn clawed at his hands, gasping. “Let… me… go!”
Eli seemed to shrug, and shoved her backwards, letting go. Dawn stumbled backwards and tripped over the hobo that she’d charged into. He sprawled over her and grabbed her arms, yanking them behind her back. She struggled vainly, her tits bouncing from side to side. Eli watched them hungrily. They’d grown. Soon they’d fill with milk, and he’d suck on her tits like a calf at a cow’s teat. He was looking forward to it.
“You… you disgusting fucking vagrants, you did this to me!” Dawn spat.
“What did we do to you princess?” Eli asked, spreading his arms and feigning innocence. “All we ever done is what you asked, and that’s fuck your needy holes 24/7 while you beg for more like the slut you are!”
“You impregnated me!” Dawn shouted. “You fucked with my birth control, I know you did!”
Eli’s reptillian smile told Dawn she was right. So what if she knew, Eli thought.
“Aren’t you glad I did?” Eli asked. “Well, we don’t know for sure who impregnated you, of course. You fuck so many guys every day it’s impossible to know. I been taking bets though princess, who’s got the more potent swimmers – me and the boys… or your old man?”
“Ahhh! Fuck! This is so fucked up,” Dawn groaned, struggling helplessly. “Let me go, I have to… I have to…”
“Have to what, princess? Get an abortion? Is that what you were gonna say?” Eli said, raising one eyebrow. It was as if he’d read her mind.
“Naw. Naw, girl, that won’t do. I put a lot of effort into making sure you were gonna be a good lil breeding sow. I had a whole thing planned for the birth. You ain’t fuckin’ with my show, bitch.”
Eli and the other hobo hoisted her to her feet and dragged her kicking and screaming back to her bedroom, where they tied her to the bed. Eli tore strips off her bedsheets and bound her hands to the headboard, above her head, while the other hobo tied her legs to each bedpost, spreading them wide, her well-used cunt on full display.
“You don’t need to leave this spot anyway, princess. You can suck all the hobo dicks you need right here from your bed!” Eli said, pulling his fat cock out of his pants, already hard. Eli didn’t fuck Dawn often, but when he did, it always reminded her of the magic hobo that had cursed her in the first place: the hornier Eli got, the nastier he got, the more filth poured from his mouth. And Dawn had never pissed him off before – but now she had, and she was terrified of what he might do.
Working his cock with one hand slowly, Eli climbed onto the bed and positioned his fat cockhead at the entrance to her pussyhole. It pressed against her and Dawn’s hot, wet hole seemed to open up to welcome him, eager for a pounding. The girl was such a pathetic slut, Eli thought.
“We’ll feed you dick all day and night, princess,” Eli said, sliding his cock forward, inch by inch, making Dawn grunt and gasp. “Breakfast in bed. Lunch in bed. Dinner in bed. Every meal will be cock! What a pampered princess you’ll be!”
He thrust in savagely, burying his cock in her hot wetness. Dawn yelped, unable to do anything but lie there and take it. A shockwave of pleasure rippled through her, and she hated it.
“I didn’t expect you to be such an ungrateful brat,,” Eli gasped. Her cunt still felt incredible. It was the best pussy on the planet. Although he had ruined it quite a lot – she no longer had that divine teenage tightness, and she struggled to grip and milk cocks as well as she had when they’d first met.
“But that’s okay, plans change… we can still work together,” Eli grunted, thrusted. “I can roll with the punches… I hope you can too, princess!” he said, and slapped her in the face hard.
He fucked her relentlessly for half an hour, pounding her cunt until she screamed and screamed, loving every second of it, hating every second of it.
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Dawn didn’t think she had much freedom left to lose, but she missed what little she had before she tried to run. It had been three months since her little escape attempt, and she hadn’t left her bed once in that time. Eli had set up livestream cameras to broadcast her new, bed-bound life all of the time. Perverts around the world could tune in at any time and jerk off to Dawn’s endless nightmare as the girl was turned into an immobile fleshlight; a helpless, heavily pregnant cumdump for filthy homeless dicks!
At a certain point a few months ago, one of the hobos had decided to blindfold her, and since then she hadn’t seen anything, trapped in constant darkness as she was fucked and used. After a while, she realised she could recognise hobos by the stench of their body odour, or their ball sweat as she slurped at their heavy, funky nutsacks before they plunged their cocks into her mouth, spaffing their diseased jizzloads down her throat. Soon after the blindfold became permanent headwear for Dawn, her mouth was also filled with an eight-inch dildo – only to be removed briefly so the hobos could use her mouth. The rest of the time it was stuffed into her mouth and touched at the back of her throat just enough to constantly trigger her gag reflex if she moved, like when she was being pounded by dick. Whenever they removed it from her mouth, they would ram it up her asshole for safe keeping. And when they were done using her mouth, they would pull the dildo out of her ass and shove it back down her throat again. Dawn had the constant taste of her own ass on her tongue.
And just when Dawn thought they couldn’t possibly degrade her any further, they found some new way. It was probably Eli and his livestream donation milestones, Dawn thought bitterly as a hobo clamped some clothes pegs on her sensitive nipples and left them there, her nipples aching in discomfort. The blindfold, the gag, the tit torture, the viewers must have been hitting goals because every now and then, something new was introduced and it just stayed part of her life, permanently. Even when she was being fucked silly and the nipple clamps flew off her bouncing udders, someone always put them back on. There was no reprieve.
Dawn could no longer tell the passing of time. She could count the thrusts of cocks as they thrust into her, measuring the seconds ticking by on a metronome of dicks smashing into her cunt, but there were other times where she was left alone when the hobos were asleep, laying for hours in her revolting, stinking mattress in a pool of men’s bodily fluids – and her own waste. When she needed to go to the bathroom, she had to relieve herself right there on the bed, and pray that later a hobo would hose her off. The smell was constantly intolerable to Dawn, and eventually when it bothered the hobos enough, they would throw an ice cold bucket of water over her to wash her off a bit before they fucked her. Or send someone in to lick her entire body clean with their tongue. Dawn wasn’t sure, but she thought it was her dad. Who else would do it?
Another week, and another milestone was hit, and the hobos stopped using the toilet in Dawn’s house entirely, directing all of their piss streams into her mouth and down her throat. Sometimes the end of a funnel would be inserted into her mouth, and Dawn would spent the night drinking ungodly amounts of hot, acidic piss.
Another week. Another milestone. Dawn’s cock gag was removed and she felt the repulsive and unmistakable smell of a hobo’s unwashed ass hovering above her mouth. Before long, her sucking mouth was pressed against his anus, and as she was commanded to push her tongue up his nasty hole, where she felt it lovingly caress against a thick, slimy turd. Gagging, retching, she pulled her tongue out of his ass, and was horrified as the nasty shitlog chased after her tongue as it escaped the hobo’s anus and fell, weightily, into her open mouth! The hobo was shitting down her throat! He grunted and farted and wiggled his ass on her face as more and more of the enormous, greasy shitlog forced its way inside her mouth. “Eat your meal cunt!” the hobo jeered, reaching forward and around her belly to slap her pussy until she complied, mechanically chewing the foul waste filling her mouth, numb with shock, holding back the vomit as she struggled against her gag reflex to swallow clump after clump of lumpy hobo shit. The hobo stopped beating her pussy when she behaved, and soon a second hobo had crawled onto the bed to relieve his brother, taking up his position over Dawn’s mouth. “Hope you’re hungry today!” he said gleefully, and soon another greasy turd slid into Dawn’s mouth.
This was how Dawn was to be kept fed now. She would only eat cum, shit and piss, for the rest of her life. For some reason, eating shit didn’t trigger the automatic spew reflex the hobo’s magic had put on her whenever she tried to eat real food. It seemed if it had already been digested by a homeless man, all the nutrition removed and then shat out of his filthy ass and into her gaping mouth, it didnt qualify as food. Dawn was no longer confined to an all-cum diet! What a lucky girl. A whole new menu exciting new flavours awaited her palate, and she would suck them from an endless line of filthy, hairy, sweaty hobo assholes. After giving their puckered anuses loving thank you kisses, she would be forced to eat a fat, stinking shitlog.
Dawn became so disgusting as a toilet that a lot of the hobos didn’t want to fuck her anymore. The stench in her room, and especially coming from her mouth, was unbearable. They even stopped pumping cum down her throat, which Dawn was worried would be a problem, since she was supposed to suck at least 30 dicks a day to break the curse. But they still fed her lots of cum – slimy, cold loads they’d pumped out days or weeks earlier and saved in condoms and jars for her to eat. They just tossed the condoms in her open mouth and left her to chew through them, or tipped jars of the sticky, swampy fluid over her face. Dawn still felt like she was swallowing gallons of it every day, it just wasn’t hot and freshly brewed anymore. She actually found herself missing the good old days when a hobo would blow his nasty jizzload straight down her throat, feeling its warmth filling her up as she choked and spluttered on cock! She felt such nostalgia for those times, when she could at least eat a hot meal. Now all she dined on was cold, sludgy ball soup, washed down with piss and shit!
Eli had eventually listened to the hobo’s feedback, complaining about fucking the nasty, stinking, heavily pregnant fleshlight, because the number of human dicks she was pounded with dropped sharply, replaced with man’s best friend instead. The dogs were less fussy about the smell – some even seemed excited by it, licking away at the inside of her open mouth – and Dawn’s pregnant belly acted like a great support for them to lounge over as they hammered their doggy dicks into her cunt, spurting too-hot loads of spunk into her occupied womb while they drooled a river of slime down onto her heaving tits and panting face.
Eventually, one day, it finally happened. Dawn went into labor, and a frenzy of activity ignited around her. She was sprayed clean with a garden hose. The hobos even untied her briefly so they could throw a fresh mattress under her. Dawn couldn’t believe the difference in comfort going from her rotting, piss and cum soaked shitstained mattress to a new one, it felt like heaven! But soon she was tied up again, and shortly after she heard Eli, who hadn’t spoken to her once in the three months since she’d been tied up in her room, announcing to the stream that today was the big day. Today was the day Dawn became a mommy!
Dawn delivered her baby on camera to thousands of viewers, while two grubby hobos sucked on her milky udders. Dawn was expressly forbidden from screaming, and told she was only permitted to moo like a cow if she had to make any noise. And so Dawn mooed like the heavily pregnant cow she was as her cunt was stretched apart by her rape baby’s imminent arrival to the world. She was in labor for hours, and during that time her mouth was put back into regular use, the hobos fucking their unwashed cocks in and out while the poor girl tried to pass what felt like a bowling ball out of her pussy. Cumload after cumload after cumload was pounded into her stomach while she gave birth.
“Isn’t this magical?” Eli whispered in Dawn’s ear. “I bet you always dreamed of this day, princess. Waited-on hand and foot by so many handsome, well-hung men. Wanting for nothing as they feed you such delights from their filthy cocks and assholes. You don’t even have to lift a finger – what a truly blessed girl you are, your highness!”
Dawn mooed intensely, pushing hard, feeling like her pussy was ripping open and her entire body shook, slick with sweat, as a sudden pressure gave way and her newborn child thundered out of her gaping hole in a river of gunk. The air was suddenly filled with the sound of a child crying.
There were some gasps and a lot of laughter, and then some commotion as the hobos messed around trying to cut the umbilical cord.
“Are you read to meet your son Dawn?” Eli said, after a moment.
Dawn couldn’t answer.
“Remove her blindfold!” Eli commanded, and the filthy rag was snatched from her face. Dawn squinted in the sudden light, her eyes struggling to adjust. She hadn’t used them in months.
In front of her, stood the vague outline of what she correctly figured was Eli. In his arms, he held what she correctly figured was her newborn child.
“Congratulations mommy! Or is that big sis?” Eli chuckled, as Dawn’s eyes widened, realising the blurry outline in his arms was white. Her child was white!
“Say hello to your brother!”
As Dawn opened her mouth – to scream, or to moo, there’s no way to know – another hobo twisted her head towards his cock, and slammed his cock balls deep into her shocked face, reducing the new mom to a red-faced, sweating, crying, gagging cumdump once more.
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The Other Bad Ending
Dawn turned around and…
…meekly opened the door, letting the impatient hobo barge his way into the bathroom. Within a few seconds Dawn was bent over the sink, the hobo humping a fat load of sticky jizz into her pussy, the sounds of his hips clapping against her jiggling ass echoing around the room. He used her roughly, without care or concern for her pleasure, and finished inside her in a few short minutes. Panting in her ear, he slowly pulled his cock out with a wet *schlurp*, and his cum oozed out of Dawn’s battered hole and down her thighs. Instinctively she reached between her legs to cup a hand under her pussy as the cum as it drooled out of her, so she could guzzle it down, but the hobo wasn’t finished with her. He seemed annoyed that he’d cum so quickly, almost embarassed, and grabbed a fistful of her hair, dragging her over to the toilet. He pushed her down on her knees and shoved her face in the yellow-brown unflushed water and rammed his dick straight up her ass! Dawn gargled and gagged as swampy liquid flooded her mouth and she scrambled to try and reach up and flush the toilet, but the hobo, laughing heartily, keep slapping her hands away from the flusher as he hollowed out her butthole, slamming into her over and over again while he drowned her in rank pisswater.
Eventually after a long anal pummelling, he flooded Dawn’s bowels with his second load of cum and let her finally flush, the toilet water washing down over her face and giving Dawn a well-needed rinse. Dawn slid off the toilet and onto the bathroom floor, looking like a drowned rat, and tried to catch her breath. “Thank you sir,” she panted. “I love having my head shoved down a toilet while you buttfuck me with your big fat cock!”
The hobo grinned, all teeth. “Sure ya do shawty. Well, until I get hard again… see ya cunt.”
He left, and Dawn waited until it sounded like the hallway was clear. She stepped out, just as Eli walked in the front door.
“Hello princess!” Eli beamed. “You’re looking… well. I was going to say radiant as ever but… is that toilet paper in your hair?”
Dawn blushed and picked the wet clumps of toilet paper out of her hair. As she did, Eli spotted the pregnancy test in her hands.
“Whatcha got there princess?”
Dawn froze for a second, trying to process how she should react. She’d gotten to know Eli pretty well over the months, and she was pretty sure he was a psychopath. He *thrived* on inflicting misery on others, and exploiting them for his own amusement. Dawn had, with the grace of a professional ballerina, danced around all of the psychological mines he had placed in her path over the months, as if he was trying to get a reaction out of her specifically so he could punish her. And she suspected her falling pregnant was his coup de grace; his ultimate trap. He had fucked with her birth control, she knew that now. And she also knew that meant he knew she’d been keeping secrets.
Dawn slowly raised the pregnancy test to her face. “Oh this?” she said, sucking at her bottom lip. “You won’t believe it sir… but I’m pregnant!”
Dawn squinched her eyes shut in faux happiness and clutched the pregnancy test stick to her ample chest and beamed. “I’m going to be a mommy!”
Eli, for the first time ever, was speechless. Dawn had denied him the payoff of an emotional meltdown that he’d been looking forward to for six months.
“Well shit,” he said eventually, running a hand through his hair. “Congratulations princess. I guess I can’t suggest we celebrate with some champagne now can I? Why don’t you scoot on over here and suck a load of fizz out of my fat balls to celebrate instead?”
Eli fucked Dawn’s face for well over an hour, taking his frustration out of her right there, choking her on his dick over and over again while he told her what a great single mommy she was going to be, before he finally painted her tonsils white. Dawn felt her hatred for Eli burning in her chest – or maybe it was just her lungs screaming for oxygen – but kept her eyes bright and happy, playing her role, ever the eager suck-slut.
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Dawn was now nine months pregnant. She was huge! Her belly looked like she might give birth to triplets, not just one kid, and her big teen titties were now bigger then her head – massive, back-breaking creamy-white orbs filled with milk! They were so heavy she had to support them with her hands, so constantly looked as if she was presenting her fat udders to anyone she looked at. Milk oozed from her nipples constantly, and shot out in sudden jets if you fucked her hard enough that she orgasmed. The squatters held contests to see who could get her milk cannons to shoot her milk the furthest as they fucked her.
The day before, Eli had rocked Dawn with some news.
“It’s sinful to give birth out of wedlock, princess,” Eli had said. “But don’t worry, I have found you the perfect husband!”
“Wha-?” Dawn had gasped, but Eli would say no more – only that she was to be wed the next day. And today was the big day.
Dawn had been dressed up in elegant bridal lingerie. Pristine gleaming-white heels, beautful floral-patterned thigh high stockings with white suspenders and garter belt, and a dainty cloth veil over her face fastened to a slightly gaudy silver tiara. Dawn was a princess, after all, at least according to Eli. Dawn was too heavily pregnant to wear a corset, and her bloated belly and fat milk jugs swung freely as she tottered around. She still looked gorgeous in spite of everything. Eli had really gone to lengths to make her feel it today, too. She was wearing jewellery for the first time in nearly a year – pretty gold-white teardrop earrings and a matching necklace. A beautiful white rose rested in her hair just above her ear. She had showered and perfumed; for once, she didn’t smell like the combined ball sweat and dick cheese of a hundred homeless men. She smelled like meadows.
Dawn was back at the community centre, where it had all began. Big Sal had been pleased as punch to offer the space for the wedding, although he wasn’t around for the day. The tables Dawn was used to crouching under to suck filthy hobo dicks had been moved to the sides of the room to create the ‘aisle’ for her to walk down. Pink rose petals were scattered around the candle-lit hall.
It all made Dawn incredibly suspicious. She was still in the dark as to who she was marrying. Eli wouldn’t say a word except that her husband was the perfect match for her.
Her dad stood by her side, dressed in an immaculate suit and tie, his arm hooked around his daughter’s, a vacant expression on his face. He would give Dawn away today – something fathers were usually prideful to do, but Dawn’s dad barely seemed present. His mind locked away by hobo magic, the fight long gone from his eyes.
Eli appeared, all smiles and thumb ups. He was dressed like a priest – he had even gotten himself ordained online, or so he’d told Dawn, so he could officiate at the wedding. He held a bible in one hand, and in the other, a soft white band of fabric covered in a floral pattern to match Dawn’s stockings.
“It’s your big day at last princess!” Eli grinned, offering her the strip of fabric. “Here, put this on! I want this to be a wonderful surprise for you, right up to the last second!”
It was a blindfold. Dawn sighed internally, but obediently reached out and wrapped the soft, silky blindfold around her head, covering her eyes. The community centre disappeared, and Dawn reached between her pendulous tits and past her enormous belly to clasp her hand over her other arm, which was interlinked with her dad’s. She didn’t want to trip and fall flat on her giant preggo belly. She’d probably give birth right there and then if she did!
As the two of them stepped into the atrium and began to walk down the aisle, Dawn heard hordes of hobos murmuring to each other as her heels clicked along the hardwood floor. She could smell them too, the rancid funk of their sweaty dicks creeping in under the floral notes of her perfume. The place was absolutely packed full of hobos, Dawn judged, by the potency of the stink alone – all here to celebrate her big wedding day.
Click. Click. Click. Click. The blind pregnant girl walked up the aisle with her dad leading her every step of the way, until at last they reached Priest Eli, who stood at a makeshift pulpit – one of the trashcans from the kitchen hastily painted white and turned upside-down. Dawn’s nose wrinkled a little as she sensed the all-too-familiar smell of an open trash can.
Eli cleared his throat and the murmurs died down. Dawn heard a strange noise then, in the quiet – a sudden, gutteral, athsmatic wheeze. The hairs on the back of her neck prickled. What the fuck was THAT?!
Eli began the ceremony, diverting Dawn’s attention back towards the smell of trash.
“Good people! We are gathered here today, on this most BLESSED day, to witness the joining together of princess Dawn and her… Prince Charming!”
There was laughter around the room at that. Dawn shifted uncomfortably in her heels.
“Princess, repeat after me,” Eli said. Dawn swallowed.
“Before God and these witnesses,” Eli said, pausing every half-sentence for Dawn to hesitatingly copy him. “I, princess Dawn, take you, Prince Charming, to be my husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do us part.
Dawn repeated the words.
“Wonderful, just wonderful” Eli said as Dawn completed her vows, and Dawn could hear the undercurrent of glee in his voice. She had never heard Eli so excited.
Then there it was again, a hot grunting noise beside her. Dawn’s head whipped round as she tried to understand what she was hearing. Just who was she marrying?!
“Your Prince Charming isn’t much for talking I’m afraid princess,” Eli said. “So we’ll just skip his vows and move straight to the sloppy kiss. Prince Charming, you may kiss your bride! Dawn, you may remove your blindfold!”
Dawn tugged the blindfold from her eyes, squinting as her vision adjusted in the candlelight. She looked around for her husband, but he was nowhere to be seen. Then she heard him snort, and realised, as she leapt back with shock, that she had been looking too high, and her belly was mostly obscuring her newly betrothed. As Dawn peered down over her distended gut, her husband met her gaze – Dawn was looking at the fattest, ugliest, hairiest pot-bellied pig she had ever seen in her life! It grunted and wheezed, snuffling to itself.
Eli was drinking in Dawn’s expression of mute, appalled horror with naked satisfaction. He had finally eked an expression of fear and disgust out of her, not just little glimpses here and there – there was genuine, unfiltered disgust on her face for all to see. Dawn’s mouth gaped open in shock and she stammered, spluttering her refusals.
“Shh, baby, shh!” Eli said. “You’ll upset Prince Charming. That’s his name, by the way. Prince “Piggy” Charming! You two are a match made in heaven.”
“I will not… MARRY… a PIG!” Dawn wanted to wail, but she could sense the fantasies of the men all around her, pressing against her mind. They wanted her on all fours, the creature’s weird curly piggy cock bullying her pussy into submission as the two lovers consummated their marriage on the dirty floor of the soup kitchen. And Dawn had to fulfil their desires, or she’d never be free.
“Prince Charming here is perfect for you, you see,” Eli said mockingly. “You fat, pregnant sow!”
The pig squealed suddenly, the bestial noise cutting through Dawn like nails on a chalkboard. Her skin crawled.
“Now don’t keep hubby waiting!” Eli said sternly. “Get down there and give him a kiss.”
Dawn got to her knees, moving as if she was in a daze, an empty, plastic smile fixed on her face. Prince “Piggy” Charming was so large he towered over her as she crawled towards him, her eyes wide with fright, uncertain what was going to happen if she tried to kiss him. The pig was fucking enormous, rolls of fat wobbled as it got to its feet as Dawn drew closed, eyeing the girl with interest. Thick, scraggly, wirey hairs covered its blotchy pink and brown body. And as Dawn drew closer, she could smell the muck and other barnyard smells wafting off of the creature. Dawn reached out to pet the pig with one hand, to reassure it, but Eli slapped her hand away with the Bible.
“That’s your husband, not your pet! You are his fat little fuckpiglet! Show some respect!” Eli thundered.
Dawn tried again, shuffling closer to the pig’s face, lifting her veil so she could press her soft lips against the pig’s snot-encrusted snout, giving him a nice, wet, kiss. The hobos all clapped and jeered as Dawn kissed the disgusting pig.
Eli laughed. “Oh princess, that is too cute. I get it – you wanted a magical moment on your wedding day, a memory to cherish forever… But I didn’t mean kiss him on the lips, you dumb slut!”
Dawn felt Eli’s boot on her ass cheek, shoving her forward, pushing her under the enormous belly of the pig, towards its girthy, spiral cock.
“That’s where your mouth belongs!”
Dawn gasped and struggled on her pregant belly to fit under the bulk of her porcine husband’s gut, sliding on her side until the pig’s strange penis hung in front of her plump lips.
“We chose him especially, princess,” Eli said, like he was letting her in on a secret. “Biggest dick on the whole pig farm. It’s a monster. You are overjoyed, no doubt.”
Dawn stared in mute awe at the pig’s warped cock; the twisted, filth-encrusted, elephantine-like trunk of pinkish flesh curled like a corckscew until it tapered into a chubby, drill-like cockhead, twitching as if impatient in front of Dawn’s open mouth. Heat and pig-stink rolled off it in waves as Dawn brought her face up to his freakish cock as it pushed its way under her bridal veil, and she began to kiss it.
“That’s it, that’s how a wife greets her husband,” Eli said encouragingly as Dawn smooched and licked at the hideous creature’s evil-smelling prick, her cute little face scrunched up in disgust as her nose and tastebuds were assaulted by the rank odours and foul tastes of the barnyard beast. Dawn had sucked a lot of nasty cocks over the best part of a year – in fact, Eli had done the math on it pretty recently, and informed Dawn that she must have gobbled over 8,000 hobo dicks by now. The number had stunned Dawn. Eli mused that she was probably the biggest cocksucker in history. She’d taken much less in her pussy and ass; the spell she was under had no daily minimum quota for those, but Eli thought she was probably in the early thousands for those too. Her pussy and asshole were cavernous holes now, compared to just a year ago, and cocks and fists slid into them with ease.
The pig oinked obscenely and shuffled forwards, pushing more of its fat piggy cock into Dawn’s mouth, bulging her cheeks as her tongue wrapped around the curled cock, exploring the filthy grooves of it, digging out the months-old muck and dried cum, her saliva mixing with the crud and awakening new, horrific flavours for her tongue to experience. She gagged and choked on the horrid matter as she struggled to swallow it, desperate to get it down her throat and away from her magically enhanced tastebuds.
As Dawn sucked her husband’s dick, Eli started talking. He’d clearly been planning this for a long time, and was eager to share his great scheme with Dawn and the other hobos in the room, many of whom were now openly masturbating as they watched the glowing bride, dressed in pristine-white bridal lingerie, work her mouth up and down on a filthy pig cock. Her own father stood off to the side, pumping his cock robotically, unable to look away as his daughter slurped and gagged and moaned sweetly beneath the enormous, grunting pig.
“I knew you’d fall in love with that pig dick, slut. I spent a long time lookin’ for the pig with the biggest schlong and the fattest nuts – naw, you can thank me later princess, don’t talk with your mouth full. We got Prince Charming here on a loaner though, he ain’t moving into daddy’s house. Instead it’s time for you to leave the nest! You’ll be moving in with Piggy and serving his needs!”
The pig was thrusting now, grunting and oinking like crazy, his huge twisted cock shoving its way down Dawn’s throat as the girl choked and spluttered and clung onto the fat pigs hindquarters as she struggled to accept his full impressive length. Eli wasn’t kidding when he said this pig had the fattest balls: two bulbous, leathery, hairy testicles thumped against her chin. Dawn felt the first rope of piggy jizz splurting down inside her as it started to pump the contents of its balls into her stomach.
“Your honeymoon will be spent in a barn on a pig farm! You’ll learn to be a loving, doting wife as you take pig cock in every hole! Piggy here is INSATIABLE, princess! The other sows can’t stand him, he’s always trying to fuck them! You’ll be a great relief for them, I’m sure, since his dick will live almost exclusively in your holes from now on.
Dawn whimpered as more and more jets of thick, cloying, slimy pig cum splattered the back of her throat.
“You will live on a pig farm from now on, serving your husband as a wife must. But you can’t just freeload, princess – I got an agreement with the farmer and his help. They only gonna put up with your lazy ass if you suck their dicks too! And my boys will visit you plenty too, we wanna make sure you are always knocked up and looking like the fat sow you are, so you fit in with the rest of the pigs!”
The pig was still blasting ropes of cum intto Dawn’s tummy. Dawn was swallowing constantly, her throat muscles working overtime as wave after wave of pig semen flowed down her gullet. She couldn’t believe how much sperm this pig had saved up!
“Ah, yeah, fun little piggy fact there actually princess,” Eli said, seeming to read her mind. “Pigs can cum continuously for quite a while… in fact Prince Charming here holds a record at the farm for spunking up another sow’s cunt for over 40 minutes! You might be down there for a while… I hope you’re comfy!”
Dawn most definitely was not comfy. She was on her side, her head angled upwards awkwardly and into the pig’s crotch while its enormous belly crushed down against her pregnant body, which was uncomfortable enough at nine months pregnant. She pulled the pig’s continuously-cumming cock out of her mouth just long enough to gasp in a lungful of air before the creature insisted its cock back down her throat. Strands of saliva and pig jizz ran down Dawn’s chin, her big milk-filled jugs heaving, her long slender legs kicking and squirming as the oral assault continued. She heard her dad groan and felt his cum splashing onto her feet and up her legs. The hobos gathered round to witness this aberrant matrimony passed a large ornate goblet around, jizzing their nasty loads into it for Dawn to drink up later.
For over thirty minutes Dawn was throatfucked by pig cock, the sounds of hobos jeering and beating their meat the backdrop to an endless, bestial squealing and oinking as her husband made full use of the girl’s talented mouth. Prince Charming was in hog heaven; his dick had never known such a tight, hot, attentive hole, sucking at it, coaxing the enormous reservoir of piggy fuckslime out of his balls in a continuous stream. The meaty sound of heavy piggy balls slapping against Dawn’s chin echoed around the community centre.
Towards the end of this oral marathon, the semen flowing down Dawn’s throat seemed to get even thicker, becoming a gluey, paste-like substance that clogged her throat. Gasping, retching, Dawn extricated the pig’s cock from her mouth and it blasted a few final shots of its chunky glue-gunk in her mouth. Dawn had to chew through the last of the pig’s thick, cottage-cheese like cum, forcing thick congealed lumps of the stuff down her throat. When she was finally done, Dawn lay on the floor, gasping, covered in the slime of their matrimonial mating! The hobos all applauded as the girl, trembling, ran her fingers over her boobs and her chin, sucking the last of the pig’s sperm from her fingers as she brought them to her lips.
Her husband was led away to a cage in the back of a van Eli had hired. Dawn would join him in that cage shortly, where the two lovebirds would be transferred to the pig farm, so Dawn could start her new life with her husband. But before that happened, a large goblet overflowing with homeless cum was pressed to Dawn’s lips, and she was forced to chug the combined effluence of every man in the room as her wedding present.
Dawn was then bundled into the cage with her Prince Charming, the doors to the van slammed shut, and soon the vehicle with JUST MARRIED daubed onto the dirty windows by some hobo’s saliva-slicked finger pulled out of the community centre’s parking lot.
It was a difficult ride for Dawn, not just because the cage was cramped and small, but because the pig was still very horny, and soon its fat cock was sandwiched between Dawn’s pillowy tits as it fucked them, jizz squirting all over her tummy while the girl was treated to a view of the pig’s winking asshole as it titfucked her for the entire ride.
When they arrived at the pig farm and the two lovers were released from their cage, Dawn was disheartened to see that instead of the big red barn set against sun-kissed rolling fields of wheat she had briefly imagined she was being transported to, she was instead looking at a grim, grey, rectangular shed-like building made of concrete and corrugated iron. It was a pig battery farm. The sounds of pigs grunting and squealing and wailing filled the air; the new soundtrack to Dawn’s life.
Dawn was introduced to the pig farmer in charge, a fat man in his late 60s with a face and beard like Santa Claus. Dawn knew better than to shake hands or curtsy whenever Eli introduced her to someone, though. Her way of saying “hi!” to a man was to crawl up to him and nuzzle her face against his crotch, and bat her eyes up at him until he pulled out his cock and fed it into her eager, sucking mouth. Dawn sucked the pig farmer’s dick while he and Eli chatted casually, as if she wasn’t even there, shooting the shit.
The pig farmer shot his load down Dawn’s throat, barely even acknowledging that he’d done so. It was the first time Dawn had been totally ignored while blowing a guy; usually they went crazy. She felt, ridiculously, a little hurt and she sulked petulantly to herself as Eli and her new owner led her on all fours to her honeymoon suite.
Dawn thought she’d at least have her own area of the barn, but she was just placed in with the general population of pigs. A metal collar was secured tightly around her neck and attached with a thick chain to a metal fence post near the pigs’ feeding troughs. Dawn could crawl around in the area, at least as far as her chain would permit her, which was about 10 meters. The smell of hay and pig shit filled the air. After an hour or so of getting acquainted with her new home, dozens of pigs coming up to smell her and say hello in their own ways, the pig farmer reappeared.
“Alright Mrs Piggy,” he said, finally acknowledging her. “You will be a good little breeding sow and take any pig cock that wants to mount you, do you hear me? If I see any laziness, I will get the shock stick, and you don’t want that.”
Dawn looked fearful. The pig farmer laid out the rest of his house rules.
“You’ll be here in the wider pig pen for half of the day. You will seduce and fuck pigs for your entire shift. No breaks, no slacking. I want to see you bouncing up and down on pig cocks all day long like the sex-crazed fuckpiglet Eli has told me all about. At the end of your shift you will be fed… lets see… I’ve got your dietary requirements here,” he pulled out his phone and looked up a note Eli had sent him. “A large condom full of hobo cum. I guess that’s your slop Mrs Piggy!”
Eli had been saving condoms full of the putrid cum-waste for months and had a large supply of them, which he’d passed on to the pig farrmer. Dawn’s stomach churned at the thought of chewing through those diseased bags of grey, salty, months-old hobo cum.
“Once you’ve been fed, you’ll suck the dicks of any farmhands who are finishing their shifts and want a little release. We have a lot of guys working here, Mrs Piggy, so you might be quite busy. Plus you’ll suck and fuck any of your homeless pals that turn up. Once you’re done for the night, you’ll be chained up for some alone time with the beast himself, your Prince Charming. I guarantee you will not get a moment’s peace while he’s around, but I think you know that already, hohoho!”
Dawn swallowed. This was a real downward turn for her. She’d gone from sucking and fucking hobo dicks 24/7 to a always-available pleasure toy for swine. And every night, while the rest of the pigs slept, Prince Charming would be shoving his monstrous piggy fuckstick into every one of her holes.
“We’re already done for the day, of course,” said the pig farmer, tucking his phone back into his dirty overalls. “So lets get you and your husband settled down for the night.”
Dawn was taken out of the general pig pen and led towards the back of the shed where Prince Charming was kept away from the other sows. His fucklust was such a menace that all of the other pigs were afraid of him. But now that he had his own personal cum dumpster in Dawn, he would probably be a lot friendlier and less aggressive towards the other pigs. Dawn would suffer the full brunt of that now, his beastly battering ram would be blasting hot rivers of porcine spunk inside her all night, every night.
Eli paid Dawn a final visit before leaving her to her fate, leaning into her pen, the night sky glittering behind him. He looked almost wistful at Dawn, who was chained to the wall. Her pristine white bridal lingerie was now slathered in mud, pig shit and cum from crawling around in a pig pen for an hour, streaks of brown and white all over her body. A farm hand let her husband out of his cage at last. The huge pig, foaming at the mouth with lust, charged at his sow and rammed his dick straight up Dawn’s pussy, slamming the poor pregnant girl into a pile of hay and muck as the corkscrew cock twisted up her insides and pounded against her womb. It screeched and oinked incessently as it fucked her. Dawn could barely hear Eli over the racket. She lifted her head to look at him, straw sticking out of her hair at all angles.
“You’ve come such a long way, Dawn,” Eli said, massaging his cock through his pants. Dawn looked at him, incredulous; it was the first time she’d ever heard him use her real name. She didn’t even think he knew it! It was always “princess”, or sometimes “cunt” if he was in a really good mood.
“I’m so proud of you. What a journey its been. I’ve loved watching you blossom from a bright, straight-A student into a cock-obsessed fuckpiglet over this past year. Time has really flown by, hasn’t it? I think we’ll leave it here, though. I doubt we’ll see each other again,” Eli said. Dawn’s back-breaking tits bounced wildly as the frenzied pig fuck-slammed itself against her over and over and over again
“None of it was true, you know,” Eli said. “My promise to you. You were never getting out. Imagine being so stupid that you willingly becoming a whore for homeless men and beasts, in the vain hope you’d get out from under my little spell. Heh, you really are a dumb slut!”
As Dawn stared at Eli, her eyes uncomprehending, his eyes flashed – and she felt that cold wave wash over her again. The touch of magic.
“You should have just accepted your fate and been a good little hobo cumdumpster, but no, you thought you were better than that! Sought me out to bargain!”
“Y-you!” she panted breathlessly, the oxygen being beast-fucked out of her. “It’s… you!”
Eli grinned in the cold moonlight.
“I’ve got many faces, Dawn,” said the magic hobo. “But you don’t need to worry about that now, since you’re never leaving here. You’ll spend the rest of your days in this dismal, noisy, smelly barn, fucking pigs – and spend the rest of your nights having your holes destroyed by the nastiest, angriest pig in town. And when you finally do give birth, the boys here will knock you up again straight away. You’ll be a pregnant, well-fucked, cum-fed sow for the rest of your life!”
The pig reaming Dawn’s cunt roared and its enormous, twisted cock erupted inside her, opening the floodgates for another 30-minute orgasm. Dawn felt like her entire world was being rocked.
“I will give you a parting gift, though, Dawn – while your husband cums, so will you. Continuously. Until you lose your mind. And then you’ll cum some more! Ahahaha! Enjoy your new life Dawn, it’s no less than what you deserve.”
Dawn felt the orgasm hit her immediately as the magic hobo spoke the words, her pussy squirting in ecstacy and her fat melons shooting twin jets of milk from her nipples as her eyes rolled up into her head. Dawn opened her mouth to scream as intense, raw, primal pleasure ripped through her, wave after wave, relentless, never stopping.
The End <3
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