The Pit Crew

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The Pit Crew

A quick stop to a pit stop sends Carlos on a detour from his life as he runs across two very big, very masculine pigs that are most eager to indulge him in his interest.

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The Pit Crew

Written by Leo_Todrius

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Carlos had fond childhood memories of the pit stop on the way to Sheridan; the evergreens were so tall and thin but they offered perfect shade in the blazing light of summer. There was usually a food truck off to one side offering beverages. Despite the thick canopy there was grass where he was able to stretch his legs as a kid... But it had been many years since he'd had reason to head to the big city. It also was not the most pleasant of days. The sky was gray and the roads were slick. Vehicles kicked up sprays of water and visibility was next to nothing. By the time Carlos got to the pit stop, he pulled off more to rest his nerves than anything, although his bladder was coming in a close second.

The silver car pulled into a parking spot, the headlights cutting twin beams of light through the dense rain. Carlos exhaled a bit, running a hand over his short black hair. His almond colored eyes peered out of the raindrop dappled windshield, taking in the pit stop. So much of it was the same, although it was a lot gloomier in this weather. The grass seemed water logged, oil slicked rain ran along the gutters and thick moss was growing along the curb of the sidewalk that ran to the bathroom buildings. Still, if Carlos' bladder could make a noise, it most certainly would have gurgled with need. Bracing himself for the rain, he took a breath, flung himself out of the car and ran towards the building.

Carlos' sneakers pattered through the puddles, sending a mist of moisture across his gray slacks. His red and black mottled shirt was wet in seconds and the rain glinted on the diamond stud earrings in the young man's ears. He pushed his way into the bathroom, surprised that the metal door still felt that heavy as an adult. The interior was lined with muted yellow tiles and the walls were brown. The stainless steel bathroom stalls looked as if someone had done their best to stain them anyway and they were all occupied. Of the three urinals, the outer two were occupied by two of the biggest, burliest men that Carlos had ever seen in his life. They were so large, in fact, that his jaw dropped.

Each had to be well over six foot four, broad shouldered and wide hipped. One wore red and black plaid and black jeans with numerous chains. The other had a black leather vest with what appeared to be a bearded pig embroidered on the back. His blue jeans were so weathered they were practically gray. The plaid behemoth had a greasy cascade of hair coming down to his shoulders, while the leather jacket man had a coarse, thick mohawk that gave him another good six inches in height. Perhaps the most impressive feature Carlos could see was the edge of their unruly beards, coming straight out from their cheeks before descending down toward their bellies. As Carlos followed the length of their beards, though, he was again shocked to see two of the largest cocks he'd seen in his life.

Even with the relative privacy afforded by them standing at the urinals and aiming in, the fact that they had to stand far enough back to accommodate their monsters made it easier to see. They were thicker than Carlos' forearm and honestly just as long. Each of the huge men were unloading their own golden bounty from the road. Any normal or sane man would have held it and waited, maybe even gone outside... but Carlos was no ordinary man. He was a closeted queer who relished in people watching. He loved the unusual, the unique, the authentic. He'd become a bit of a size queen and this was the best example he'd ever had in his life. With any luck, the opportunity would sear itself into his memory forever.

Carlos stepped forward, intent on fitting himself between the men like a Tetris piece. He unzipped his gray slacks, fished out his modest but appreciable cinnamon colored dick and relaxed his bladder - or at least he tried to. There was a little bit of social anxiety being that close to other men, especially ones that he found attractive. Carlos snuck a glance down to see their rods - veiny, meaty, thick... extending from croquet sized balls and emerging from forests of untamed curly hair. Their beards were so long the ends traced the base of their cocks, and their faces... had snouts? And tusks?! Carlos gasped, no longer able to hide his shock. He gazed up into dark black eyes.

"Look at the pipsqueak, got balls on him after all." The plaid pig chuckled.

"I dare say I think he likes us." The leather pig grinned. Carlos muttered to himself in shock.

"H-how? W--what?" he asked. The leather pig smirked to himself, running a hand down his long brown beard.

"It's easier if you don't ask questions, piglet. You'll learn that soon enough." The leather pig said before he wrapped his immense, muscled, tattooed arm around Carlos and pulled him into a headlock. Carlos grunted and yelped as his face was smashed into a sweaty, musky pit, but the fight left him almost immediately. In that dark pit, his eyes dilated more than they ever had before. His cock, already unleashed for using the urinal, began to stiffen and harden. The nipples beneath his shirt grew sharp like diamonds.

The leather pig squeezed a bit harder, compressing Carlos' face. Carlos felt his nose getting smashed into the hair and muscle, the pressure making his nose sting and ache and burn in ways that felt both painful and pleasurable. The rich, musky, faintly ammonia laden smell seared its ways into his nostrils. The pain in his nose decreased as it set into its now blunt, flat snout. The nostrils widened, the flesh bits thickening. Carlos began to drool as hse felt two of his lower teeth softening and growing outward, rising as little nubs from his bottom lips. He opened his mouth wide and began to lick and lap and slurp at the leather pig's exposed pit, his cheek grazing the sleeve of his vest.

"Oh, he does like the taste of bacon..." The plaid pig murmured, reaching down. He grabbed Carlos' pants and tugged them off, revealing gray boxers. Sinking hoof tipped fingers over the waistband; he pulled those down as well. Carlos's perfect bubble butt was so clean and smooth in the bathroom lights, something the plaid pig had to remedy. He brought his long club of a cock over and began to slide it up and down the cleft between those cheeks a few times before he licked his lips. Thick, yellowed hog spooge began to gush out, running down the back of Carlos' ass. Everywhere it touched began to toughen and darken as a fuzz of hair bristled its way out. A new stinging, aching pain came as Carlos' tailbone began to wriggle and wrench its way free from his pelvis. The nub of flesh lifted upwards, stretching as new bones and ligaments filled in before the extension began to contort and twist, spiraling outward.

Reluctantly, the leather pig uncurled his arm from Carlos' head, revealing the sweaty, oily face of a newly minted piglet. His snout was wide and full, his tusks new nubs, and a dark stubble crossed his face. His short hair had already grown two inches, enough to be a bit messy and wild. The leather pig turned slowly, leaning his broad back against the tiled wall. He hoisted his cock up with one hand, pulling on it until the skin was taut and the rich underside of the head was exposed. The bathroom bloomed with the aroma of distilled manliness. Carlos took in the ambrosia of musk before he surged forward, his tongue lolling out as he began to desperately lick and slurp at the meat stick before him.

The leather hog grinned, licking the palm of his large hand before he sunk it into Carlos' dark hair. As he massaged the saliva in, Carlos' scalp tingled and the hair began to grow longer and longer, particularly in the back. The new recruit moaned, moving his mouth over the tip of his benefactor's manhood and stretching his lips as wide as they could go. After a bit of effort, there was a faint pop as the head made its way inside and Carlos began taking in part of the shaft. The leather hog groaned, mindful enough to finish his scalp massage until Carlos was the owner of a brand new mullet, but the elder hog's grip shifted to pull Carlos in deeper on his shaft.

The plaid pig snorted and huffed a bit behind Carlos, backing himself up. He appreciated Carlos' new corkscrew tail, but he wanted to appreciate the inside of him a lot more. The plaid pig traced the dribbling head of his fat cock across the stretchy, rubbery hole between those pert cheeks before he began pushing in. Carlos' back arched, sending shivers across his body. As the goose bumps rose on his arms, they bristled with new hair. The plaid pig gave a wriggle, grinding slightly before he pushed harder. He popped the head of his cock into carlos' ass and followed it up with a good four inches of shaft. He held for only a moment before he pulled back, thrust again and made it much deeper this time.

Like an old motor starting up, it was rough and uneven at first until everything clicked into place. The two big hogs were working back and forth with Carlos in the middle, pistoning rapidly. The plaid pig kept one hand on Carlos' ass cheek but he used the other to rip open his shirt, revealing a forest of hair between two full man boobs and a round belly. He pinched and twisted his nipple until the pierced flesh grew harder. His fingers gripped the bronze colored metal and gave it a tug, a twist, and then another tug. He threw his head back, his pointed ears twitching, his dark black eyes glazed with lust. As he howled through his tusk rimmed mouth, he thrust in as deep as he could into Carlos and began to cum - but it wasn't an orgasm. It was controlled, intentional, and directed.

Carlos felt warmth spreading through his gut, suffusing everything. He felt the brush of balls sinking down lower from his lap as they began to swell larger and fuller. The eagerly erect but human length shaft wobbled below his stomach as it began to stretch longer and fatter. Most of all, though, his boyish figure began to grow uneven. His ass, one of his finest attributes, began to swell rapidly around the cock invading it. His hips rounded as well, packing on extra meat. The flat stomach he'd possessed for so long lost its definition as the skin stretched and rounded. Even his pert pectorals began to soften, rounding outward and downward. As the skin stretched, his nipples darkened and enlarged.

The leather pig snorted happily, looking at their new piglet. He was fattening up nicely, but he needed something more. The hog reached up and began to pet his long brownish black beard, admiring how dense and thick and coarse it was, like bristles of the finest boar. As he did so, he felt the tingle of his face, the pride of such virility, and then the thrumming pulse of his cock starting to unleash some of his rancid hog milk. As soon as the briny, salty swell hit Carlos' tongue, his eyes darkened. The black iris spread outward to dominate the entire eye. His pig snout grew fatter and fuller. His ears creaked and groaned as they stretched into points, but most of all his face began to feel as if it was on fire.

Nerves snap, crackled and popped as thousands of new hairs emerged from his cheeks and chin, bristling across his upper lip. He went from looking like a barely graduated high school student to a seasoned senior in college in moments. His lip tickled as his mustache filled in enough for the hairs to curve over his upper lip, his throat tickling as it was both brushed by his lengthening stubble and growing bristles of its own. Carlos' well groomed eyebrows began to grow together into a unibrow even as the last patches of skin on his cheeks disappeared beneath the wild and unruly beard.

The two hogs kept at it, each of them contributing their own essence. Carlos' belly bloated fuller and fuller, filling with cum and building up layers of fat. His face began to unspool with a dense, thick, coarse black beard. Each hair was a good two or three times thicker and more wiry than human hair, allowing it to bulk outward, forward and downward all at the same time. Carlos knew nothing but pleasure. While rational thought was barely manageable, he caught his reflection distorted in the stainless steel fixtures of the sink. He saw his face stretched wide around cock, sporting a beard worthy of a pirate, his long hair wild and mussed. He was an animal, a slut, and he didn't want anything else.

"That's my fat ass, suuu-eey!" The plaid pig grunted, slapping Carlos' folds of fat along his love handles. Carlos reached out, bracing one hand on the leather hog's leg, noticing through the corner of his dark eyes that his fingernails were turning black and getting thicker, growing towards the tips of his fingers. His other hand slipped down, caressing his new belly lovingly before it bumped his own lightning rod of a dick. He shivered in surprise, not having expected it to be nearly a foot away from his groin, but there it was... Carlos wrapped his widening palm around his shaft and began to squeeze and grope before the hand rose up and down, sliding with purpose.

The leather pun sniffled and snorted, his eyes half lidded. He'd willed himself to cum at first, but it felt like a runaway freight train. He forced himself to look down, seeing Carlos pig ears wiggling to the sides of his head, his tail bobbing around above the pillar of a cock in his ass. He could only imagine how long the kid's beard was now. The plaid pig, however, was forced to take a step back, then another. Pops and snaps came from Carlos' spine as the vertebrae swelled and stretched around his spinal cord. His ribs pushed apart from one another, growing thicker. An ache swept through his arms and legs as the bones grew longer and faster than any point during his adolescence. Carlos nearly gagged in delight as he felt the tickle as the point of his new black beard hit the sensitive, swollen head of his massive cock.

There were other sounds coming from the bathroom as the occupants of the stalls pleasured themselves with the sounds of a new recruit being claimed. As tempted as they were to join in, they didn't dare interrupt the leaders' pleasure. A more artificial pop came as shoe laces cut through strained pleather. Carlos' shoe began to split and tear, snapping apart to reveal the unholy amalgamation of his left foot. His toes had been immobilized in pairs, stiff and anchored by a webbing of flesh that was subsumed as his toenails stretched and oozed out like molten lava before cooling and hardening into a keratin shell. The arches of his feet crinkled and popped, the heel slowly reshaping. Carlos lifted his left foot and shook it, sending shards of shoe and torn up sock scattering across the floor before a firm hoof came clopping down.

The two leaders were grunting and snorting more, getting huffy and flushed. They thrust harder and faster, going far deeper in Carlos' throat and ass than he had been able to moments before. His other shoe tore and burst as the other hoof was revealed. Both of the piglet's hands were now working his massive cock as it surged past fourteen inches, then sixteen. His body glistened with sweat, soaking the red and black mottled shirt that had strained tight over broadening shoulders until - at last - it began to tear as well. The plaid pig grabbed it in his hands and tore it loose, leaving Carlos in his naked glory.

A fine dusting of hair covered him from neck to toe, though thicker fur-like hair emerged from beneath his mullet, sinking down his back in a v shape. There were patches of black fur on his elbows and knuckles as well and the orange sized balls swinging back and forth between his legs were furry as well. He was a handsome lad, but the plaid pig and the leather hog exchanged a glance. They knew it was time. Leaning over their new recruit, they brushed snouts and gave a fleeting kiss to one another, their long beards draping across Carlos' back. As they embraced, they gave way to their true orgasms which exploded through their bodies like a munitions depot gone ablaze.

Carlos felt his body suffused in a glowing light of rapture and bliss. His mind could no longer process the flurry of sensations. That, too, might have been a blessing given how fast he was growing. He surged past two hundred and twenty points, then two eighty, then three fifty. He stacked on inches of height, width and firth. His skin stretched tight and then stretched further. Most of all, he lost track of his face, only knowing where his mouth was because of the cock nestled so deep inside it. His mustache spread out along the shaft like a curtain and his beard stretched forward several inches before dropping down into a cascade that led down to his dick.

Carlos' belly and boobs wobbled as he drank and he felt his new tusks rising up inch after inch on either side of the dick he was feeding from. It all felt so good that he almost missed his own orgasm. There was a flutter as a few squirts of pearl colored human seed was expelled, splattering to the floor. Then, like old pipes after the water was finally turned back on, his fat cock shuddered, sputtered, shook and then let loose a hot, sticky flow of hog spooge. The yellowed spray hit the ground with an audible splatter, spreading out in its corrupted puddle. Even as Carlos sprayed his first load as hog, he savored every drop the others poured into his mouth and ass.

The former human began to emit his own rich, peaty musk. The smell soaked the dense forests of black hair poking out beneath his fat arms. He wasn't sure where he'd been going in the first place, all memories of his former future fleeting in his mind. All Carlos knew now was that he was among his own kind, a pig ready to party. He'd joined the pit crew. After several more minutes when the pigs had finally run dry, Carlos slid off the rod in his throat and gasped for breath, filling newly enlarged lungs. He slowly rose to all seven foot four of his new height.

A powerful hand came up, grabbing the edge of Carlos' huge, thick beard. The leather hog pulled him in for a kiss, their tusks scraping and rubbing. The leather pig murmured in delight, his pierced tongue collecting his own cum from the edges of Carlos' mouth. Their beards brushed and meshed, their volume palpable squeezed between their big bellies. Behind them, the plaid pig cleared his throat, shaking his dick over the floor to get the last few drips of cum off of it. The leather hog licked his lips.

"What..." he asked innocently.

"I supposed you're going to claim him and dress him up like one of yours?" The plaid pig asked. The leather pig shrugged.

"Until he finds his own style. You want to cover those wide, handsome shoulders with leather, don't you piglet? Maybe a collar?" the leather hog asked. Carlos let out an oink of pleasure, his dark eyes drifting to the other's pits.

"Makes it easier to get access to where I want to be..." he whispered. The other hog nearly purred with delight.

"I knew you were a dirty boy when you squeezed right there between us. I bet you never imagined you'd be so lucky." the leather hog grinned, grabbing Carlos in another headlock. Even with his new height and stature, Carlos fell easily into the dark abyss beneath the other man's arm. He nestled his face in it, filling his sinuses with the scent as his pig snout sniffled and snorted. He saw nothing and knew nothing. This was a life liberated from unnecessary choices or responsibilities. This was going to be a life of pure pleasure.