“Good boy” the boar smiles, “now I won’t have to do something you’ll regret”
He sticks his thumbs in the waste band of his shorts and pulls them down, his rock hard pecker flies up smacking you in the face. “Ooh that”’ll leave a mark kiddo” he sneers guiding the porcine cock to you lips.

It smells like him, gross and unwashed but still slightly better than his grody feet. You lick your lips to give yourself some lube and get ready. Soon you find your tounge tasting his cock head. Immediately you taste both sour and sweet as the flavor of your bully of a coach mingling on your taste buds. It kinda tastes like mom’s pork chops if they were left in a rhinos armpit you think to yourself. Soon you feel a hand grab your hair and guide you up and down the porkscicle. You feel the veins rub the roof of your mouth and soon your mouth is filled with pre.

You suddenly remember a factoid you learned in interspecies biology class. Your mind drifts back to you sitting in class a few days ago dreading your next period gym class. Your teacher Mr. Burr a large grey donkey, with a shaggy mane and jiggly belly was explaining the different methods of mating among common species. Often asking older students of those species to demonstrate their methods of self pleasure as well as take closer looks at their baby batter under microscopes and other embarrassing activities. You had thanked the gods above and below that you were just a week shy of your 18th birthday and therefore didn’t have to churn your butter in front of your whole class. However a pig classmate wasn’t so lucky. As he sat naked on the teachers desk panting as Mr. Burr vigorously stroked the unlucky young now man, you remember a loud squeal and then white as you and four of the unlucky classmates next to you found yourselves in the splash zone of a young porker’s orgasm. “As you see class!” Mr Burr laughed licking some cum off his hand and throwing towels to you and your row, “Mr.Hamwood has shown us a unique trait among porcine anthros, a large ejaculate load, this is of course to ensure proper and successful fertilization, in fact there have been reports of multiple gallons of porcine semen expelled upon orgasm!”

This instantly made your stomachs sink as your coach held your head in place and thrust. Your mouth instantly filled up with saltly cum, as well as your throat and nose. You began swallowing rapidly trying not to drown in your boar teachers love yogurt. It took a while but it was over finally and the penis was pulled from your mouth with a pop. You gasped and fell back laying naked on your coaches kitchen floor breathing heavily and feeling his semen cooling around your mouth chin and chest. You felt a pressure on your stomach and looked down to see your coach triumphantly pressing on your now engorged belly like a trophy hunter. Your gut was now round and tight like you swallowed a dodge ball or two
“ heh looks like my Boy here is stuffed!” He smiles at you and licks his lips” you know what happens to a stuffed boy right?” You shiver and watch as he stares over you with a hungry look you’ve only seen by a wolf classmate before a rabbit friend of yours went missing one lunch. “Looks like I’m gonna have a nice big dinner tonight”

“Wait!” You say hoarsely

He presses his foot deeper into your gut, you groan and try to curl up.

“No buts boy unless it’s yours roasting in my oven” a ding sounds as he says this and you look above you at big green digital numbers that say 325* and another light indicating that the oven is preheated.
“Looks like that about now”