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Disclaimer and background: This series combines light science fiction and heavy raunch, along with a few other delicious depravities. It is extrapolated out from some of my other stories, but should stand on its own if you haven't read those. As always, do not read if younger than 18 and this work of fiction does not represent any real people (duh...it is set in the future!). Email is always welcome: piggysleaze@mail.com
Jared staggered back up the barn ramp and returned to the museum floor, dog cum still dribbling from his boicunt and a slime of bull manure spread up and down his face. Once he reentered the atrium, he turned to the left and towards the large neon sign announcing "The G & P Museum Cafe." Jared felt his stomach rumble, both from hunger and the combination of bull sludge, human shit, piss, and cum that had found its way into his stomach since his arrival at the museum. He paused at the entrance to the cafe, thinking there might be an introduction or interpretive element, but nothing came on. Apparently, like the Scat Arena, the curators had decided not to try and force too much history on the visitor, although Jared certainly wouldn't have minded. However, there was a sign just inside the open entryway: "The Hall of Pigs thanks our corporate sponsors for the generous underwriting of The Gunge and Puke Museum Cafe. Please enjoy the unlimited food however you wish, although nastier is better."
As Jared entered the cafe, he saw that it was built around a giant horseshoe-shaped conveyor belt that both began and ended through openings to this left. He assumed the kitchens were on the other side. All around the conveyor belt was an assortment of chairs, benches, booths, platforms with mattresses, and slings. The cafe was in full swing with the lunchtime crowd, and most of the seating choices were completely full. However, he did spot a large, bare king-sized mattress atop a platform where a father was wrestling around with his two sons, and it appeared he could easily squeeze in. He approached the platform and cleared his throat politely, but the trio was thoroughly engaged in their boisterous rough-housing. "Excuse me, sir," Jared tried again, hoping he was speaking loudly enough, but respectfully. The father looked up from having his head buried between his two laughing and giggling sons, each of which he had pinned under either arm. His face was coated in dark brown with mashed up chunks dripping off in great splats. Upon seeing him, Jared first assumed the daddy was covered in shit, until he saw that the brown mush was filled with sprinkles and candies. He realized the family had been wrestling around with a large chocolate cake. Having gotten the father's attention, Jared continued, "I was wondering if I could join you. The place is pretty full, and..."
He didn't get any further before one of the boys wiggled out from under his dad's arm and thrust his chocolate cake-covered hand out to Jared, "Hi! I'm Ricky and today's my birthday," he said eagerly. He looked about Jared's age. In fact, he looked a lot like Jared overall -- skinny and somewhat bookish, definitely not one of the jock kids. Jared shook the mushy hand as Ricky continued to chatter rapidly, apparently without a need to pause or inhale: "this is my dad and my little brother Dexter, but we call him Dex, and he doesn't talk much 'cause he likes to be the baby in the family and we like him being a baby, and it would be really cool if wanted to come play with us, Dad can he?" His father was smiling at his son's excitement, and just managed to insert himself before Ricky could start up again.
"We'd be happy to have you join us. My name is David or you can call me daddy, whichever you prefer."
"Daddy!" Jared replied without hesitation as he climbed up onto the platform and filthy mattress to join the chocolate cake-covered family. David was pantless and sporting a huge hard-on, while wearing a white polo shirt that was filthy with cake and other stains. The shirt showed off his broad shoulders and chest, as well as the ample swell of his paunchy midsection, just the sort of dad bod that Jared loved so much. Ricky was completely naked like Jared, while little Dex wore only a diaper festooned with the cartoon characters from "My Hung Pony." Clearly several years younger than his big brother, little Dex fit perfectly into his baby role. Jared introduced himself and greeted them each with a sloppy, open mouth kiss, savoring the taste of chocolate cake and spit from each of them. Introductions properly made, Jared turned his attention to the conveyor belt that was wheeling away alongside their mattress platform. It was practically groaning with bowls and platters of food of every variety. "Have you guys eaten yet," Jared asked as he eyed the enormous offerings.
"We just started," David answered. "Since it is Ricky's birthday, we agreed it was okay to start with dessert first," he said with a grin to his son, scraping some of the destroyed cake off his face and holding it out to Jared. Jared rubbed his face in the chocolatey mush while drooling into David's hand so that it all got wet and slimy. Ricky likewise was smearing the remnants of the dessert on Jared's chest, getting him coated like the rest of the family. "There," David announced when they ran out of cake, "now you are all caught up. Jared, would you like to pick something next?"
Jared reached for a large bowl of spaghetti in tomato sauce, and hauled it over off the conveyor belt and onto the mattress. He grabbed a handful of the warm, saucy pasta and held it out. "Is this okay, Daddy?" he asked.
"Oh yeah, son, that looks real good. Why don't you feed daddy some of that messy spaghetti?" Jared took his handful and began rubbing it into the adult man's face. He groaned and opened his mouth, allowing Jared to stuff it full while smearing sauce across his cheeks and chin. Ricky joined in, their two hands working in tandem across their shared daddy. Jared noticed that Ricky was rough with his dad, mashing the spaghetti into his skin and hair until it was pulverized and squished out. He took his new young companion's cue and began to smash the pasta into his daddy harder and harder, especially slapping the saucy pasta into David's balls, which caused him to gasp and groan in pleasure, half-chewed spaghetti spilling out of his open mouth. "Oh fuck yeah, boys. My nasty boys. Fucking paint me hard with that sauce. Stain me in that mashed up food. That's it Jared, destroy my balls." Little Dex, ever assuming the role of the baby in the family, just grabbed tiny handfuls of the spaghetti to squeeze and toss at the others, where it landed with satisfying plops as the older boys worked their way through the bowl. David leaned over and grabbed his littlest boy by the back of the head, bringing him in hard for an open mouth snog of runny, chewed up pasta. Dex cooed happily into his daddy's mouth as he was fed the mush. When they reached the bottom of the bowl, Jared scooped out the last handful, and ground it into David's balls, squeezing and pulling until the pasta was a thick ooze streaming between his fingers and over the daddy's pulverized black and blue nuts.
Ricky scooted to the edge of the mattress and eyed the caravan of food that lumbered by. He selected a plate of jumbo corndogs, still sizzling from the fryer. He held one up, presenting it to his father who was continuing to make out with Ricky's baby brother. Daddy eyed the corndog hungrily with a sideways glance. Without breaking contact with his little boy, David raised up his legs to present his dirty ass to his older son. While his father and brother snogged, Ricky took the hot, fried treat and shoved it into the man's puffy hole, watching his daddy scream into his young brother's mouth as the hot grease burned the inside of his cunt. Thoroughly turned on by watching Ricky's rough treatment of his dad, Jared grabbed a second corndog, testing it to ensure it too was scalding hot, before jamming it alongside the first. Daddy screamed even more, clutching little Dex's head and mashing it against his own as he bucked against the burning hot invaders in his ass. Kneeling on either side of their now-shared father's ass, the two boys churned the corndogs in and out, watching them get coated with grease and shit as the breading fell apart inside David's packed pig tunnel. Soon, only the dogs and sticks were left, both thoroughly coated with a thick sludge of daddy's shit. Thinking the same thing, the two boys pulled the shitty sausages out and presented them to each other, each devouring the sewage-smeared treat held by the other. David whimpered at his cunt now being vacated, but the two 12-year-olds ignore him, gazing lustily into each other's eyes as they chomped on the shitty dogs. Jared leaned in and opened his mouth, showing Ricky how full of shit and chewed up hot dog it was. Ricky did the same and soon they were passing the mush back and forth between them, much of it dribbling down their chins and over their skinny chests.
It was only when they finished their shared meal of shit dogs did they turn their attention back to Ricky's dad, who had moved the diapered Dex in front of his gaping ass. Dex sat before the stinking maw, gurgling and cooing as his little hand reached inside his father's greasy cunt and pulled out chunks of corndog batter. The tyke then popped whatever he found into his mouth, chewing and drooling the shitty bits of crunch. David leaned back on his elbows, smiling at the servicing he was receiving from his youngest boy. "Ricky, reach in there and help your little brother out." Ricky happily crawled over the disgusting mattress to his father's open cunt and reached in, his arm sliding easily through his father's greasy, shitty guts. He felt a couple more chunks of corndog batter and hauled them out, handing them to his baby brother to chew on. Meanwhile, Jared had returned to the conveyor belt. There were so many interesting possibilities -- not just hamburgers and pizza slices, although there were plenty of those. But also steaming piles of turds and food covered in wads of cum. There were bottles of piss and bags of diarrhea-drenched popcorn.
In the end, Jared just grabbed a six-pack of cold beer to bring over to the family, and they cracked open bottles to help wash down the delicious daddy shit they had ingested. Jared and Ricky went back to making out, belching loudly into each other's mouths before downing more beer. Their daddy leaned back with Dex in the crook of his arm, rapidly pouring beer down the diapered boy's throat and then cracking open another to do the same. The drooling youngster was clearly getting happily drunk fast under his daddy's ministrations. "Boys," he said with a wicked gleam in his eye as he cracked open a third beer for Dex to eagerly swallow. "I think I'm in the mood for some chili. Go see if they've got any on the belt. And get yourselves some more beer. All of ours seems to have disappeared," he added with a wink. The two 12-year-olds scampered back to the mattress edge, grabbing more beer as it rumbled past on the belt. They were quickly chugging them like a couple frat boys while keeping an eye on the offerings going by. The mattress was littered with empty beer bottles by the time they got back, triumphantly holding a metal soup pot of coagulated, lukewarm chili between them, as well as bottle of tequila. "Perfect," their daddy moaned. "Let's dig in."
David hauled the wobbly Dex over and the four of them sat in a circle around the chili pot, although Dex more leaned against his father since he already couldn't sit up straight. They fed each other by the sloppy handful, swallowing the greasy beans and meat that also was smeared across their faces and down their fronts. In between scoops they passed around the tequila bottle, taking big swigs (or just pouring it down little Dex's throat) before passing it along and ingesting more of the thick chili. "Don't think this is spicy enough," Daddy slurred drunkenly as he struggled to stand up. Squatting down over the pot, he released the remaining shit he still had left in his hole as the boys cheered him on. Then he plopped back down and they resumed their drunken feast, slurping down more and more of the shit-flavored chili. They were all belching now, almost constantly, and the air was thick with the rank smell of shit, greasy meat, and partially chewed beans.
As the room spun around him, Jared saw Dex had stopped eating and his little body had started to heave. Jared scuttled over to the diapered boy and grabbed his face in between his chili and shit-coated hands. The smell must have pushed the family's baby boy over the edge and puke began pouring out of his tiny mouth. Jared was instantly joined by Dex's dad, and the two of them began making out as Dex retched and hurled over their faces. The projectile sludge coated them as they more aggressively snogged, swabbing the tequila-drenched insides of each other's mouths, biting and chewing each other was the boy's vomit pour over them. They broke off only when the little one's puke finally stopped. His stomach emptied, little Dex toppled over and passed out, his father rolling him on his side to let him sleep it off.
Turning back around, they saw that Ricky had dumped the remaining chili and shit over his head and was rubbing the thick mixture over his body. Shit, sauce, meat, and beans squished and squelched as he smeared himself. The stench of Dex's puke thick in his nose, Jared could feel his insides churning and crawled over to his new friend. He flopped down on top of the boy in the 69 position, almost sliding off his mate, Ricky was so slippery with his smeared gunge. His arrival atop the boy was just in time, as he began hurling over Ricky's chili-smeared cock and balls. "Fuck yeah dude," Ricky urged him on, his voice somewhat muffled by Jared's cock and balls draped over his face, "puke all over my hard cock and balls. Ahhh, fucking beautiful man, I can feel all that hot puke all over my pubes. More fucker. Empty your guts all over me." Jared didn't have much choice but obliged, as his drunk puke rocketed out of his mouth, splattering everywhere with its force. His eyes were streaming as his guts contracted again and again, sending gallons of stomach sludge all over Ricky. At some point, Ricky took Jared's cock in his mouth and forced it to the end of his gullet in one fell swoop. It was all that was needed to begin puking all around Jared's big meat, the vomit hurling up into the boy's thick bush. Ricky pulled out a little bit to accommodate the geyser that was erupting from his mouth, as it rocketed up and then back down all over his face, triggering yet another hurl.
Both boys were thoroughly turned on by the filthiness of their shared puke, their sludge-coated cocks now achingly hard in each other's mouths as they deep throated the other. But then, suddenly, Jared felt himself being lifted up and cried out in protest as Ricky's cock slid out of his throat. Ricky did the same as the boy atop him was hauled off. "Oh no you don't boys. Daddy's gonna get those beautiful cocks and nasty puke," he slurred. "Now you just press them together real tight." Knowing their daddy was right, the boys did as instructed, exchanging their 69 position for being ass to ass and nuts to nuts, legs draped over each other and hard, slimy cocks pressed together in a single column. David squatted over the pair of rigid boy cocks and sank himself down with a happy moan. With puke and shit working as natural lubes, his daddy hole squelched lewdly with each ascent and descent, puke splatting out the edges each time he bottomed out in the boys' vomit-drenched pubes. He was riding the cocks sideways, so he was able to look back and forth at the two boys fucking him. They were so beautiful laying there on the bare, dirty mattress, thoroughly covered in gunge and puke, snot running freely from their noses and tongues lolling. Both locked eyes with Daddy when he turned their way, each silently begging for his gifts with their wide-open mouths. David stuck his big daddy fingers down his throat. He retched a couple times, and then, in an instant, Jared felt the hot, undigested sludge splatter over him in a storm of drenching puke. Then Ricky's daddy turned his head towards him, just as he unleashed another torrent of puke, this time all over his son. He went back and forth, each spasm of his stomach launching another projectile over one of the boys. If the puking threatened to end, he jabbed his fingers back down his burning throat to start it up again. Both boys were completely soaked in daddy puke, feeling it run over the faces and bodies, down their balls and under their asses. It was enough to send them both racing towards their mind-blowing orgasms.
"FUCCCKKKK YEAHHHH," they more or less screamed simultaneously, as they emptied their balls into daddy's hot puke-lubed cunt. They bucked and jerked into his eager hole, rubbing their hands all over their filthy depraved bodies. As David felt gallons of boy cum fill his cunt, he began pumping out jizz from his own rigid cock without touching himself. His huge dick erupted in a spontaneous cannon fire of pig batter, splattering over the trio in a hot, creamy rain.
Only when he was coming down off his orgasmic high did Jared notice the sound of loud snoring. Looking over, he saw that baby brother Dex had slept through the entire piggy threesome. Daddy chuckled as he climbed off the two cocks, scooping up the passed-out kid in his arms to rock lovingly back and forth. Ricky and Jared likewise cuddled for a few minutes, their slick and stinking bodies intertwined in a pool of chili, puke, and empty beer bottles. By the time Jared finally got up to go, they had made plans to spend next weekend together. Jared gave Ricky a passionate kiss goodbye, wondering if this might be his first boyfriend. Checking his cockring on the way out, he saw that an orange gem was lit. That meant there was only one room and one jewel left to go.