I woke with a start, someone stroking my cock through the rubber. It's one thing to go to sleep exhausted, drugged and horny in a rubber Vacbed, but entirely something else to wake up in one.
The claustrophobia was immediate and intense, not being able to move was frightening at first, then as I realized where I was, I began to calm a little.
My breathing was so elevated though that I'd inadvertently taken in massive doses of poppers in the last couple of minutes, I was completely high again.
I tried to slow my breathing down as I heard a zip being used and then felt hands actually on my cock, the vacuum was broken and the sheets began to loosen, then I felt the unmistakable entry of a Foley catheter into my cock.
Presumably I would be drinking again. I felt whoever it was inflate the bag inside my bladder and then the rubber over my face was unzipped.
The once cum covered ball gag, which I'd licked and sucked clean was removed, much to my relief with the aching jaw I had. Then a cock gag was placed in my mouth and inflated to lock it into place, before the stream of warm salty piss flowed through it.
The taste was so intense that normally I'd have gagged, but in the current state I was in, the extra flavor was satisfying me.
Satiating my need for sluttiness. Making me feel so dirty as I thirstily sucked it down.
It seemed fitting that I should be drinking something so intensely flavoured as the starter to the next session of earning my next hankies, the ones I had walked into the shop fantasising about most of all. The pink dildo fuckee one and the Navy Blue anal fuckee one.
I had no idea of the time, as I was released from the constraints of the rubber, but presumed it must be Saturday afternoon.
Only 24 hours or so since I'd first walked into the shop as a real man. I felt that was the last time I would ever feel like a real man again.
There was no going back, even though I would go back to work and my married life after this amazing weekend. Something deep inside me had changed, or been released.
I was now a pig, not a wannabe straight slut looking for something a little out of the ordinary, but instead a complete gay pig in my mind.
One who craved complete and utter degradation at hands of real men. I imagined sitting in a business meeting in the future and thinking about the guy I'd be negotiating with.
I thought I'd be wondering if he was a top, how big his cock would be, how it would feel in my mouth and thirsting for the taste of his cum and piss.
The next question I asked myself though, really revealed just how far I had gone, how deep I now was. I imagined how I would try to think of making those dirty fantasies come true. Trying to hint to the guy I'm negotiating with that I'd happily be his slut, that he could use me as he liked.
I was a pig, a real pig, now in my mind. No longer one being forced or trained to be a pig.
Fuck what had they done to me, or what had I done to myself?
The hood was removed and as I felt the air on my face I realized just how sweaty it was in the rubber suit.
As Steve removed it I was completely covered in perspiration, glistening in the light.
"Perfect slut, you're sweating like the proverbial pig, just as Master S said you would. We want you to smell raunchy as we put you up for auction. The cum coating your nostrils must still be giving you a lovely aroma of your pig spunk and the taste of piss filling your mouth and throat."
"You really are a dirty, sweaty, smelly, little pig, just how I hoped you'd turn out when I first thought you were a candidate."
I stood head bowed as he peeled the rest of the rubber off my sweaty smooth body.
My muscles felt rested and with the poppers I'd inhaled I felt horny again, my cock standing to attention with the catheter in feeding me the last of the contents of my bladder, which Steve then removed followed by the gag.
"Hold a large mouthful of piss slut."
I did as instructed and kept a full mouthful of strong piss in my mouth.
"Open wide and take these two tablets from Master S."
I open my mouth tilting my head back and Steve popped the pills into my mouth and I swallowed them with the mouthful of piss.
I knew these would take me back to the heavenly pig state I had been in, going deeper with the additional drugs, reaching my full piggie potential.
As he peeled the rubber suit from my tits, the rubber clung to them and my nipples, pulling hard and drawing a gasp and moans from me. There was real pain, but it felt so, so good.
"As you can see pig your tits are still pretty much the same nice D cup, God I love the look of them on you, they actually suit you, they really do."
"You never know you might want to keep them slut."
What he said almost made sense in the state I was in, how it would feel on Sunday afternoon was another matter, but for the moment I was proud of my tits and my huge nipples.
"But your pig belly has shrunk a lot, as I released all that piss from you last night. We won't fill you up quite as much, but you will be fed more cum and piss in the films to come, no doubt of that."
"So we should see it grow nice and swollen again" Steve was enjoying being the pig master I thought.
"So let me look at you, still smooth, nice big pig udders and teats, sweating liberally, smelling of cum and piss, ummmm all very good, but for one thing."
I had a fair idea of what that might entail and this time it not only didn't scare me, I wanted it.
"Time to turn your hard little faggot cock back into a clit, isn't it slut."
"Yes please Sir." The staggering thing is I meant it, it was what I wanted. I knew that would please Master S and make him happy and I longed to make Master happy.
Steve smiled at me, that was what he'd wanted to hear, no pathetic begging to not have my cock transformed, instead a good piggie, knowing it's place and the way things should be.
That is knowing that what is good for pig is what pig is told is good for it.
