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Bacon, Idolatry and other such Sacrilege.

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Ramblings, stories and random absurdity brought to you from the writer of “1001 Uses for Hoarded Toilet Paper” and “I’m Willing to Bet $10 Jesus Christ was from Outer Space” and many other books, papers, and requisition forms you’ve never heard of. Read at your own personal peril, laugh a bit, cringe a lot and visit often!
3 years ago. May 19, 2020 at 5:39 PM

The following story is only fiction. None of the characters or situations are based on actual persons or events. Any similarity between these and real individuals or events is unintentional. Some of the subject matter may be triggering for survivors of sexual assault. Sensitive subject matter includes rape, torture, humiliation, psychological trauma, forced chemical dependency, forced impregnation, body modification/transformation and suggested beastiality. Reader assumes any liability beyond this warning.


Chapter 8: Sergeant Pepper

 


The next few months seemed to go by rapidly and it was now approaching September. Bianca was seven months into her gestation and was already becoming quite large. At her last weigh-in she was a plump 207 lbs. Most of her weight gain was showing up in her ass and her now heavy, milk laden tits which had swollen to a staggering 40 DD. She was very nearly twice her original size and I thoroughly enjoyed the way she jiggled as I raped her cunt over and over. In the last few months she had become my sole cum receptacle and I was dumping a fresh load into her cunt every couple of hours. She had long since stopped struggling and resigned herself to mostly silence. Every once in a while I’d catch her crying and it would make me so incredibly hard that I’d have to stop what I was doing and pump another hot load of cum into her as she sobbed.

 


Across from my cow was my fat little piggy, Ashley. She was by far my champion weight gainer. She had surpassed Bianca’s weight gain several days ago and had climbed up to a whopping 224 lbs. Her formerly non-existent tits were now 42 DDD and producing more milk than I knew what to do with. Most of it went right back into their bodies as I mixed it in with almost everything they ate. But still a good portion would be poured down the drain as I had no feasible plan set in place before I began her transformation.

 


At this point in her development she had ceased speaking any words whatsoever and was mostly grunting, squealing and moaning just like the fat little piggy she was starting to resemble. I had switched her dildo attachment 2 more times and now she was being constantly cunt-reemed by a rubber cock 13 inches long and 6 inches around. She took every bit of it without even the slightest discomfort and was even humping back onto it as best as she could trying to hasten her next orgasm. These had also increased in frequency and were now only separated by 5 to 7 minutes.

 


By now I had discontinued 24/7 penetration by the fucking-machine to allow a 6 hour daily rest period to see that she slept long enough to keep from burning out. The only issue I ran into was that she had become so addicted to the constant pleasure that as soon as I switched off the machine she would violently protest with raging tantrums of animalistic noises and thrashing about. I eventually solved this by injecting her with Propofol a few minutes before the rest period. I would use the times that she was out cold to clean up the massive pools of vaginal fluids that gathered on the floor beneath her and to clean and sanitize the milking apparatus.

 


The constant sucking stimulation caused by the Carejoy milker had transformed her tiny nipples into 3 inch teets topping off her massive udders. Soon I would be hooking up the machine to Bianca as well but not until after birth. Once that was over with and I could dispose of the infant, it would be necessary to do so in order to maintain her constant milk production.

 


With everything running smoothly I decided it was time to begin preparing for my next experiment. This preparation would take several months to complete before I could begin and since I was satisfied with current conditions I was confident that I would have the necessary free time to begin training a new playmate for the girls.

 


When I made my final decision as to the right breed of K-9 to purchase for my specific needs I had to take into account a couple of different factors. Firstly, I needed an animal large enough to both mount and deeply penetrate each of my captives taking into account the enormity of their now very large and extremely prominent asses. Secondly, I needed an animal with a distinctly Dominant Alpha temperament.

 


At first I was thinking a Pitbull would fit (no pun intended) nicely and I’m sure he would have aggressively claimed the both of them but after seeing the average size of an adult male  German Sheppard’s cock I was completely sold on the breed. I made a few phone calls and after being pointed in the right direction I was able to contact a breeder with several 15 week old pups and he had 3 males left. He was asking $900 a pup but I was able to negotiate the price down to $750. The next day I drove out to the breeders home and completed my transaction.

 


On my way back I was listening to the radio. “Sergeant Peppers lonely hearts club band” by the Beatles blared from my stereo speakers and as I glanced over at the pup I smiled and dubbed him “Sergeant Pepper.”


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