This is the fifteenth and penultimate post in the series that tells the story of a submissive queer who wanted to be reduced to Pig.

After having his paws partially amputated and his vocal cords cut, Pig was finally able to be treated like other pigs.

He was no longer removed from the pigsties or treated in any way differently from other filthy animals. Employees lost interest in him, never fucked him or got blow jobs again.

There persisted among some of them the desire to test whether the disgusting faggot would endure being in the condition of a pig all the time.

When the pigs were served the food, they pissed on it before he ate it, and he usually ate it even as they pissed on the cattle feed. They used to stub out their cigarettes on his back, burning his hide, and the fag wouldn't even move to escape the pain.

The most perverse cruelty was to put the fag in the breeding pigs' sty like other sows, and he was fucked by the heavy pigs bearing the pain, weight, and humiliation without trying to escape the brutal rape. The servants enjoyed watching him get bred by the pigs, and the pigs loved to fuck him repeatedly, taking turns being insatiable. He became a sex toy for the more giant pigs.

He never tried to escape being a pig because that was the life he always wanted.

 

Three months after, one of the handlers asked the fag:

"Now we are going to slaughter all the pigs this season. Do you want to be slaughtered like the rest of the animals?"

Looking directly into the man's eyes, the Pig nodded in agreement with the proposal. The official reiterated the question:

"Can we invite the people from the accounting firm and whoever knew you to come and have you roasted on a spit?"

The Pig smiled happily and nodded his head in enthusiastic agreement. The man smiled with contentment because he knew that those were precisely the desires of that pervert, that they knew so well.

"We're agreeing on parading you around to show them what a sleazy fat pig you've become and sticking a skewer up your ass to put you on the grill. We don't even want to hit you with the sledgehammer before; we're going to skewer you and open, cleaning your guts as if you were already dead, that way you will be able to feel and see what we are going to do with you until just before you die. I know that's what you want, isn't it, faggy?"

The Pig approached the employee, put his face on the handler's shoulder, and cried happily, thanking him for his understanding and the offer, completely happy and grateful.