Romans & histoires Book Piggy

On the pig's head was Andrew's full name! Andrew's eyebrows drew together. Next, a cartoon kid rode on Pig Andrew and whipped its rear. The child jeered, "Ride, Pigdrew, ride! You'd better be good, Pigdrew, or I'll turn you into bacon!" In an instant, the room became deathly quiet. Sitting next to Andrew, James Clarke uncrossed his legs and straightened. His eyes widened as he stared at the screen. The corner of his mouth twitched. The cartoon child kept pulling on Pig Andrew's ears while the pig raged, digging its snout in the dirt.

Looking back at piggy, I smiled, dropping my scalpeled hand to his dick and running its sharp edge along the puny limp member. "I'll send this to your wife after as a little 'you're welcome' present!" I declared before pausing, hearing soft grunts from behind me, piggy's eyes narrowed as he looked at the images behind me, turning to see a video playing; he had a different female pinned to a desk, ploughing his pathetic cock into her as she whimpered, seeing who the pretty dark skinned beauty was under him I smirked, understanding his earlier anger now!

Instead, it was an ultra-HD video. The footage was dimly lit, set against the grimy backdrop of a pigsty. Steve wore nothing but a red thong. A rough hemp rope was tied around his neck, and the other end was held firmly in Paige's hand. He crawled on all fours through the mud, emitting eerily realistic pig grunts. "Master, I'm your most loyal slave. This mud smells so good. This is what real life is." He crawled to Paige's feet and began frantically licking her toes, which were caked in pig manure.

The pig who owned the brick house appeared to be adding his finishing touches to a small chimney, something the other houses lacked. “Thank you for noticing!” the pig building the middle house out of bricks wiped some sweat from his brow. “You must be travellers from afar. I’m Porky, the youngest of the three builder brothers!” “I’m Hocky, the middle brother,” waved a pig wearing a straw hat. “We’re just going to start cooking dinner. Would you like to join us?” Huffing, the most well-dressed pig in woollen overalls, glared at them. He should be the oldest pig who clearly disapproved of visitors.

There were pigs of all sizes in the pen, all fed with a mixture of grass and grains that were grown on the farm. Leaning on the fence, Luna chirped, "Let's count the piggies, Grandma." Connie counted it all with just a glance. "There are seven big ones and eight smaller ones." Pointing at the pigs, Luna counted them one by one slowly. "You're wrong, Grandma. There are only four big piggies and six small piggies."

Amber listened to everything she said and filmed the video as told. I frowned and walked up to her. I asked, "What are you filming?" Amber got a huge fright and hurriedly hid her phone behind her. Lilian, on the other hand, faced me with a calm expression and said, "She's just filming her lunch for fun, Ms. Summers. She's vlogging about her life." I looked at her for a bit and said nothing more. Still, my gut told me that there was more to what met the eye. As I expected, a video suddenly went viral that very night. The caption read, "Heartless boss feeds employees pig feed and gaslights them afterward."

I slurred. I wonder if there are flying pigs in the world? Of course there are! We learnt it in science. Yes, we did. They have feathers and they way fruits. Yes, I've seen one before at the zoo. They live in trees. I wonder if I could get one as a pet. Jake's a Prince so he has everything. Maybe he could get me a black flying pig. I felt myself being placed on a soft material as the people sat beside me. But how would they fit. This is a national problem. Maybe if we get the flying pigs they could male chairs for us.

“He swore to protect the family from the big bad wolf…” The image disappeared and all I felt was coldness. Her hands were cold. They were limp. Still… I continued. My voice grew softer… lower… trembling. My fingers tightened around her cold hands as I forced myself to keep going. “And that… that was what he did,” I whispered shakily. “Papa pig fought off the terrifying wolf… Papa pig came back alive to Mama pig and Little pig.” My voice wavered as tears blurred my vision again. “M-Mama pig and Little pig celebrated his return… They were happy…”