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The next morning, I clocked in at the last minute, almost late.
Naturally, my colleagues greeted me warmly with "Good morning!" My rosy cheeks drew their attention, and I could only politely respond. Little did they know, I wasn't alone at work; my womb was full of babies! As soon as I woke up,
my vagina leaked fluids from the previous night's passion, soaking the sheets and making me smell foul. I had to take another shower. As the warm water washed over my fair skin, I remembered the thing I'd bought on the way out for dinner the night before, and I couldn't resist the urge. I quickly filled the bathtub with cold water and put the thing in. Afraid it would
go astray, I grabbed an anal plug, tightly secured it to my anus, and then plopped down in the tub. At first, the thing, unaware of what was happening, kept moving around my skin. It was so ticklish, I was
so glad I moved here and got a heated bathtub. I originally just wanted a relaxing bath, but it came in handy right now.
I turned on the heater, and the water temperature slowly rose. The little guys sensed danger and scurried around in panic, trying to find a safe place. But in this slippery bathtub with nowhere to hide, where could they hide except on my body?
I excitedly spread my lower body, which was submerged in the water, and the little guys, as if discovering a new continent, eagerly filed in, burrowing into my vagina to hide. However, the water outside was getting hotter, so the little guys had to hide deeper, passing through the cervix and settling inside my uterus. The
pleasure of the little guys burrowing in was like an electric current constantly assaulting my brain. I couldn't help but groan, especially when the little guys passed through the cervix and went deep inside, making all my muscles tense and spasm. I nearly fainted
when the last little creature entered my womb, which was saturated with the pungent smell of last night's dog semen. I struggled to climb out of the bathtub, my legs weak and numb, as if my body didn't belong to me. Yet, I could feel the little creatures wriggling inside me, mixed with the dog semen. I could even see irregular pulses on my belly.
These little creatures were the loaches I'd bought last night, now hiding inside my womb.
This strange pleasure, carried to work, constantly teased my nerves. I could only drink water incessantly, trying to distract myself with busy work. Because of this, I frequently had to go to the toilet to urinate. Occasionally, when I relaxed my muscles and urine slowly flowed out, one or two loaches would escape, barely alive, covered in dog semen, and fall into the toilet. I felt guilty and lost, quickly flushing to cover the evidence and pretending everything was normal. I spent the
night at home like this. I squatted on the bucket, using all my strength to expel the loaches that still had a breath left in my womb. As the loaches slid out of my slippery vagina and fell into the bucket filled with clear water below, I gradually revived, like receiving a refreshing rain. But they had no idea that they would be cooked and eaten by my stomach later...
After eating and drinking my fill, the days of debauchery left me physically and mentally exhausted. I lay on the bed teasing Little Black. The cold little snake slid across my skin, and I fell asleep without realizing it.
In the following days, sometimes I let Little Black crawl into my womb and go out like that. Sometimes I let Little Black rape and play with me. Once, even when Little Black was inside my womb, Little Black became sexually aroused. I had no choice but to offer my still-delicate anus for Little Black to anally penetrate. During the process, Little Black ran all over me. The little snake, unable to withstand the impact from the rectum penetrating the uterine wall, poked its head out of my uterus. The pleasurable sensations from both sides were incredibly enjoyable, a memory I still vividly recall.
Unfortunately, a colleague came to my house and chatted with me. He took a liking to the snake and wanted to keep it as a pet. After much pleading, I had to sell it. Although I made a considerable amount of money from it, it left me feeling quite lost for a while.
Spring passed, and soon it was the Spring Festival holiday. I hadn't been back to my rural hometown for a long time. I hadn't planned to go back, but under the influence of my family, I had no choice but to return.
I returned to my simple, honest hometown with my little black snake. The journey was long, but the air was fresh, not to mention the simple, kind people. As soon as I returned, naturally, the older generation came to inquire about my well-being, and the conversation inevitably turned to my love life. But I had been hurt too deeply and didn't want to be hurt again. The elders could only let me be.
The quiet night in my hometown... It wasn't as bustling as the city, but it made me feel at ease. It was dark outside, but under the bright moonlight, it seemed serene and beautiful. Not to mention the neighbors; the closest residents had to climb over the hill to see
Xiao Hei. Perhaps it was bored in the concrete jungle of the city; as soon as it arrived here, it was like a wild horse, disappearing in a flash. It must have gone outside to find companions to share its sights and sounds. Finally... I found Xiao Hei in the kennel behind the house, nestled among the dogs kept by the elders.
Not wanting to disturb it, I strolled alone outside, the moonlight and the cold wind my companions. I walked along the country paths where I used to run as a child, through the woods where I used to play. I thought... since my loved ones were already fast asleep, and no one else would find me here, perhaps...
I took off my thick, warm clothes, removed my shoes and socks, carefully folded them, and hid them under a nearby tree. I wandered naked through the woods, the biting wind making me shiver, but there was a strange pleasure to it all. I ran naked through the countryside, feeling exhilarated. Soon I was drenched in sweat and panting, the chill completely gone.
I don't know how far I'd walked, but I felt thirsty, so I went to a nearby stream and tried to drink some of the cold water to hydrate my body. Just as I stepped into the water, a stench wafted on the breeze. The smell made my parched mouth water, and a burning desire ignited within me. I climbed the slope to find the source of the smell and saw, just a few steps away, a row of fat, greasy pigs sleeping in the mud. Curious, I went closer—
it was my family's pigsty back home. I remembered coming here with my parents to help feed them when I was little. I leaned over the pigpen fence, watching the pigs inside, feeling a mix of nostalgia and amusement.
Suddenly, an idea popped into my head—I remembered a video I'd seen online—and I wanted to try what it was like to be a pig.
I climbed over the fence and stepped barefoot into the pigpen. The ground, constantly trampled and turned over by the pigs, was a muddy mess of water and manure, soft and cold to the touch, and a faint stench wafted up when I lifted my feet. I squeezed my nose and walked into a shed.
Don't assume all pigs are smelly and filthy; they're actually quite clean. This shed was filled with rice husks and hay, where the pigs huddled to sleep. However, pigs aren't known for their good temper; if they get angry and attack, it's not just a simple scratch or bruise. I cautiously and timidly shook a boar awake. The
boar, probably sleeping soundly, was suddenly disturbed and was breathing angrily at me. I rushed over and coaxed the boar, stroking its head until it gradually calmed down.
Seeing that its anger had subsided, I carefully examined its genitals. I was astonished by the size of its testicles; they were too large to be grasped in one hand. This sight thrilled me, and I unconsciously began to rub its penis. Under my teasing, the slender, vine-like shaft gradually emerged. I curiously licked it; although it had a slightly fishy smell, it wasn't too bad. I couldn't help but increase the pressure and began to suck.
Under my teasing and seduction, the boar's lust was aroused, and he began to groan and cry out. His penis went deeper into my throat, making me feel nauseous. I quickly spat it out, lay down on the clump of grass beside me, and used one hand to spread my already wet labia, revealing my open mouth. I eagerly called for the boar to come and pluck me.
The boar was even more impatient. As soon as he saw me in position, he pounced on me and inserted his slender yet elastic and hot penis into my vagina. With the lubrication of my vaginal fluid, it went in without resistance, even passing through the cervix, clinging tightly.
Although it wasn't as full as a dog's penis, with the swaying rhythm of the boar and me, the penis constantly tugged at my cervix, which had a unique pleasure.
The heavy weight of the boar's body on my back made our skin press tightly together. Even though the temperature was still cold, we were already drenched in sweat. Large beads of sweat slid down my dirt-covered skin, leaving streaks of moisture.
After a while, the boar tilted its head back and bellowed, and instantly, thick, hot semen, like punches to a sandbag, relentlessly assaulted my uterus. A throbbing pain shot through my abdomen, and I instinctively reached up to rub it, only to be shocked! I could clearly feel my belly slowly bulging. I was terrified that the massive influx of boar semen would rupture my uterus. I struggled frantically, trying to escape the boar's torment, but how could a weak woman be a match for such a powerful beast? I could only grit my teeth and endure it
. Fortunately, perhaps because my uterus had become accustomed to expansion, the pain gradually transformed into satisfaction. I closed my eyes in pleasure, savoring the comfortable sensation. Before I knew it, the boar had withdrawn its penis. I was wondering why the burden on my body and back had lightened. I realized the boar was already fast asleep, exhausted,
and my uterus was still filled with its still-hot semen. Then it dawned on me! When mating with a boar, the boar ejaculates a special fluid at the end, plugging the female's cervix to prevent the semen from leaking out. What should I do? I can't just go back like this. I frantically reached my fingers deep into my vagina, trying to remove the plug,
but the screams beside me interrupted me. I looked up timidly... and there were other boars! Did they want it too...?
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that each of the other boars had a bright red, dripping penis. My lustful heart shattered my last shred of reason. The last thing I remember seeing was a drooling pig's mouth. After that, I remember nothing. In
my sleep, it seemed like someone was constantly biting my body. I was half asleep, and the thought of being in the pigsty... I woke with a start, but collapsed back to the ground as I tried to get up. Only then did I realize... two little piglets, seemingly out of nowhere, were tightly latched onto my teats, greedily suckling at my milk. It was their weight that prevented me from getting up.
The sky was still pitch black, but the edges of the distant mountains were beginning to glow with a faint golden light. I realized I'd been out all night. Forgetting whether my little ones had eaten enough, I hurriedly got up to leave. If my family saw me like this when they woke up, they'd probably be drowned in a pig cage in this simple countryside.
When I finally stood up, my limbs were numb and weak, as if they didn't belong to me. I struggled to turn my head and saw the piglets all nestled around me, surrounding me. Their body heat warmed me; no wonder I hadn't been woken by the cold winter air.
The sky gradually turned a pale white, and the rooster's crowing announced the arrival of dawn. I was finally able to move a little. Still unable to get up, I frantically crawled on the ground, finally managing to escape the pigpen where I'd spent the night in passion
. But then, in a moment of disorientation, I tumbled down the slope and into a stream in the ravine. The icy water jolted me awake, loosening my muscles, allowing me to move around and take a closer look at
myself. Sitting in the stream, the water washed away the filth and stench, revealing my once fair and rosy skin now covered in bruises. My hair was tangled with clumps of grass, and even more shockingly, my belly was now swollen as if I were ten months pregnant. I must have been gang-raped by a group of boars; it was overflowing with thick, pungent boar semen, not a drop escaping. I couldn't help but smile wryly, and scooped up some cold water with both hands to rinse my mouth, which still felt sticky. My breath still carried a strong, fishy stench
. The icy stream water kept washing over my body. I felt a constant stinging pain in my anus. When I wiped my hand, it was covered in sticky, foul-smelling pig semen. I never imagined that I would be so uncontrollably wild. My rectum was also full of pig semen. I quickly cleaned it out. I heard footsteps in the distance. Under the cover of the trees and grass, I stealthily returned to the rock where I had hidden my clothes. After putting them back on, I pretended nothing had happened and slowly strolled home.
When I got home, my relatives asked where I had been. I stammered that I had gone for a walk after getting up. Luckily, I was dressed warmly in the weather, so they couldn't tell that my figure had changed. In the following days
, other relatives and friends came to pay their respects and offer New Year's greetings. There was a lot of meat and fish on the table, but I couldn't eat much. I would only eat a few bites before running out to play with my younger siblings. On the last day, as I was preparing to go back, my father muttered to himself that the pigs he raised had been eating more than usual lately, yet they weren't gaining weight. So I took my bags and went home.
Actually, every night I went to the pigpen to mate with the boars, my uterus filled with their semen every day. I did all sorts of things—oral and anal sex—and since I was drinking their semen every day, I couldn't eat anything else. The pigs' nutrition became my nutrition, so naturally, they wouldn't get fat.
By the way, on the way home, an older woman saw me and quickly offered me her seat, saying I was beautiful and had a big belly, so her baby would definitely be healthy and beautiful. Just for fun, I told her I was pregnant, little did I know that inside me wasn't a fetus, but a belly full of pig semen…

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