[NTR, Yaoi, Fat Dom]

It was a nice warm afternoon. Sun shining in through the windows of a normal looking fast food joint, pouring down on two unlikely patrons as they made small talk like they always did.

"He's been performing according to the specifications and calculations I've made. If he keeps this up, I'm going to have to fasttrack the adjustments and upgrades I had planned for his suit."

"You're already thinking of upgrading his gear? Shouldn't he get the chance to get used to it, Hannah?"

"He's gotten used to it faster than you've gotten used to my wardrobe getting tossed out every friday, Hugo. Don't worry about it, Roland's our lil' boy. He'll figure out how to deal with the adjustments faster than you can blink."

The two were married. A youthful and lean artist who made his living selling off the paintings that he had poured his heart and soul into, making enough cash to comfortably live on, and his supermodel of a wife that doubled as a scientist that had dabbled in ways to fight back against the common crooks and villains that hid in the corners of society. All to support the youth she called a son, since he always wanted to be a hero.

"I know, I know." Hugo, the boy's father, sighed a bit as he ran his hand through his shoulder-length black hair. All of this hero stuff was a bit above what he liked to do. But as long as his boy was having fun and was keeping safe, then it wasn't that bad. "But what about you, Hannah? Are you sure you're not working yourself to an early death?" While he was a naturally chill and relaxed person at heart, his wife was a deep concern for him. It was his great love for her that made him so worried about how often she buried herself in work. Whether it was fashion related or some of that research stuff she was doing.

Hannah giggled a bit as she gently twirled her fingers around her blonde hair, letting it rest against her shoulder as she let her head lean against her palm. "I'm more worried about you, Hugo. You pour your creativity into painting. Every single day of your life. Don't you want to take a breather and relax? Just a little?"

"Isn't that why we're here?" Hugo shot back, laughing a little as his wife joined in. They were naturally worried for one another, but they could come together and bond over something as simple as a meal full of junk...

As the two lovers laughed to themselves, their server finally arrived. Compared to their meticulous and naturally beautiful looks, he was anything but beautiful. He was a pig, in essence. Rolls of fat struggling to stay underneath his barely buttoned shirt, dirty hair that would be utterly impossible to de-grease, and a face that only a mother could love. Combine that with the fact that he snickered to himself as he looked at the two while putting the tray with their order down on the table... He was a creep. And yet, he didn't seem much older than their boy, Roland... A classmate, perhaps?

"H-Here's your order." The piggish server said as he tried to smile, only for the crooked nature of his yellowed teeth to repulse them both. Not to the point where they'd say something, naturally, but enough to notice it.

At least they wouldn't have to worry about him for too long. He probably had a lot of tables to cater too. They just had to start digging in, and he'd leave. Besides, they had dealt with creeps like him before. Part of Hannah's modeling career revolved around keeping out of reach of boys and girls like him. So ignoring him was easy.

Hugo pondered a bit as he gave the piggish boy a couple of looks. Honestly, he would make a good point of reference. He always did want to try and draw something that brought out the inner beauty of something ugly. And sure, the server did his best to try and smile, but it could always be more welcoming. Something to think about when he put the pen to paper again another day.

The two lovers dug their teeth into their respective burgers, immediately getting a taste of something creamy and sticky... And their eyes widened as the salty sensation started to pour down their throats. It was extremely pleasant. It was outright addicting. They wanted more. So much so that by the time they started blinking again, their burgers were gone... And they were outright licking the sauce off their palms, like they were needy dogs that hadn't eaten in ages.

"T-That sauce..." Hannah muttered as she looked at the server. "W-What was it? W-Why did it taste so good?" She asked, tempted to grab the boy and shake him around to try and understand what she had been indulging in. All while her husband just looked at that very same boy, his heart pounding out of his chest the longer he stared at him.

The piggish boy grinned from ear to ear, almost unnaturally stretching his face in the process. "M-My cum. Y-You sows love that sorta stuff, don't you?" He grinned and giggled, snorted like the swine that he was. But he was right.

Because as soon as he mentioned what the source of the sauce had been, he yanked down his pants to reveal a rather large looking sausage. One that was as thick as his forearm, which was already nice and big thanks to his imbalanced diet. And it was dripping with near-yellowing cum, making it clear that the sticky stuff had been fresh from the tap, so to speak.

Hannah trembled as she tried to get closer, only to run head-first into a greasy palm. The server didn't let her get down to it, despite the sow's desperate need for it. "W-Why?"

"Y-you're too ugly for me. Come back when you've prettied yourself up. Like him." The server snorted as he grabbed Hugo and pulled him into a kiss, slithering his tongue straight into that vulnerable mouth that had been drooling ever since he laid his eyes on his cock.

Hugo didn't resist. Why would he? That handsome boy was giving him just what he wanted. He really wanted to kiss him. He wanted to show him how far he was willing to go to play around with that thing down there. And if that meant that he'd get a nice faceful of spittle, while his thighs grew nice and wet from the cum pumping out from his own hips? It was perfect...

To make matters even better, the piggish boy was more than happy to lift the fit artist off his seat and jam his dirty cock straight into that hole hidden between his cheeks. It didn't matter that there were a set of shorts in the way, the pig would get what he want. Piercing through the fabric as he bounced the fit slut up and down, all while just walking straight out of the joint, not caring about anybody seeing the two making love right then and there.

And the only thing that ran through Hannah's head as she watched her husband get carried off by such a superior male, after he had told her off for being ugly..?

She was going to be as pretty as he thought she needed to be...

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"Y-You'll look real nice once you're wearing the stuff she didn't fit. You know that?"

It hadn't been long since the grimy and slimy boy left the junk food joint, and yet they had already managed to get back to Hugo's home. Because they were going to give the man a makeover to make sure he was as pretty as he could be. After all, he was a real nice fit fella... But he wasn't trying to look like he was a nice snack. And if he wanted to indulge in the boy's cock and the sticky stuff that left the tip, then he was going to do his best.

"I know. She's never really looked hot in it either." Hugo said with a smile. His wife was little more than a blemish inside his mind at this point. Having a taste of his lover's cum was just what he needed to break the shackles of a false love anyway. Now he was thoroughly devoted to that ugly pig, that handsome swine that he loved so much. Mmmph, just thinking of how he had been filling his hole was enough to make Hugo nearly collapse onto his knees and masturbate right then and there.

But he needed to look pretty first of all. And what better way than to take advantage of all the clothes that Hannah had? She wasn't pretty, so she wasn't going to use them.

Hugo grabbed a dress from the many closets decorating his bedroom, a nice cocktail dress that showed off a lot of leg. Not only that, he grabbed some of the makeup that she used as well. Especially that unused tube of dark-green lipstick. Something to compliment the shade of black that went into his hair...

Without even going to the bathroom to preserve some sort of modesty, the artist just tossed it all off. Pants, shirt, all of it falling to the floor as he exposed his hole and the dirty cum that dribbled out of it slowly but surely. All while he felt his cock trembling as it wanted to blow its load right then and there. Ah, just being watched by that handsome boar of a boy... It was turning him on so much.

The piggish boy licked his dirty lips and squeezed his hand around his fat sausage as he watched his newest lover put on that wonderful dress. It squeezed onto his form just right. Not that he filled it out completely, but after he had put him on a diet on nothing but his cum, it'd be as snug as it needed to be. Besides, with his ass peeking out from the side of the dress, where he couldn't properly fill it all... It was a delightful little sight.

"Like what you're seeing, hun?" Hugo giggled as he turned back towards the pig, licking his lips as they now had a nice dark-green glossy finish thanks to the lipstick he had applied. Something that he immediately put to good use as he planted his lips up against the boy's cheek, leaving a similarly colored imprint. The first of many kisses that he would devote to him and him alone.

His stud of a lover nodded and kissed the artist that he had seduced back, leaving a much slobbier saliva-slathered imprint on his cheek. All while letting his cock grind up against his much smaller one. Letting their tips kiss, like the new lovers that they were...

Both horny pigs, the cum-addicted sow and the dominant swine, let out moan after moan, regardless of the fact that both the window leading out into the street was open, or the door into the rest of the house was...

And watching from the doorway was a certain youth, who had been confused when he saw his dad coming home pinned to some strange fat boy's tummy. But now that he was getting a good look at just what they were doing...

Roland, the boy who had made himself a hero thanks to his dad's encouragement and his mom's scientific advancements... He was masturbating to the sight of his dad cheating on his mom with a real pig of a boy. It felt good to do so too, because there was something alluring about that mighty slab of flab having seduced his dad...

"Oh, Roland-hun..."

A deeper voice echoed behind him, as the boy looked over his shoulder to see somebody nearly as big as the swine inside the room towering over him. Somebody with a feminine face, and yet so many masculine features. Whether it was the big hairy stomach, or the thick shaft between equally fat thighs... Or the same kind of disgusting spit drooling down their chin and pooling between their flabby man-like boobs.

Even despite this, he could recognize her. It was his mom, Hannah. That shade of blonde, even after it had been dirtied with what looked like stale cum, was unmistakable. And... i-if she had the same kind of cock that the swine that was fucking his dad had, then...

Roland started drooling, as he indulged in the further dissolution of their family's dynamic. And it was all because of a dirty pig of a boy deciding to serve them a special sauce.