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Fat, portly, chubby, porcine, tubby and blubber butt. Those are words I hear far too often, they come from all angles at almost any time of the day or night. I wander down a street and a car speeds past me and out of the window I hear something yelled. Thanks to the sound of the car and the speed at which they are going I don't hear the words. Still my mind fills in the blanks, I know they are calling me a pig.

I'm four stone over the recommended weight for my height and most of that four stone is around my waist. That's fifty six extra pounds just hanging around my neck, that's twenty five point four kilos of blubber and you skinny bastards, you thin cunts, you never let me forget a single god damned gram.

Platitudes and suggestions, I hear them from everyone, from every friend co-worker, nurse and doctor: 'eat less, move more', so simple and so fucking worthless. 'lets start a work diet club, we'll help each other' yeah you'll get down that one dress size you want to lose so you can wear a skimpy bathing bikini and tell me 'I can do it too,'_fucking die you inconsiderate bitch. _'It just takes will power', tell that to a heroine addict you cunt and I bet you don't shoot up in front of him, not like with the fat guy where you think nothing, NOTHING of shoving a doughnut right down your gullets while I am trying once more to resist their psirens song.

But it get's worse than that, 'just one slice, you're doing so well and it's blah blah's birthday/leaving do/new kid you've got to join in', seriously would you pour an alcoholic another drink and tell him he's a miserable git if he didn't drink it? Hell no you wouldn't, but ohh you waft those delicious calories, that wonderful mixture of sugar and fat right under my nose and beg me to eat it, while my stomach yells at me to feed it more. Skinny ass bastards, god damn do I hate you!

Of course that's not all, there's team building time which everyone knows is time to go to the pub and get tanked. Oh all those delicious empty hollow calories being poured down your throats while I cling to a god damned diet coke and try to smile while you get blitzed out of your brains. Having the time of your life while I just count the hours until I can leave without getting teased and called a misery.

It's always been that way, ever since I was a kid and my puppy fat, well it kinda hung around you know. But, hey it was cute right? Sure, cute but somehow not to the girls, who I'm supposed to want to like me. To the guys it means something different, apparently fat to a teenager guy means kick me, punch me, pull my pants down, point and laugh. My waistline makes me worthless and you damn well better let me know it, every day, never let a day pass when you don't remind me my stomach is bigger than yours.

Of course, that's not the worst part. You want to know what the worst part is? Fatso, chubby, porcine, tubby, blubber butt and all those other even less pleasant named you call us, I hear them all day every day. I hear them when I wake, when I shower, when I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Yes, that's right you guys did it, you won, I sit in my home alone and my mind insults me, while my stomach demands that I order pizza. That's the worst part of all, the only thing I hate worse than what you people say and do is myself. After all who could ever love a guy like me, a fat useless waste of space, with a waist that takes up too much space.

Still I can't give up can I? No you guys won't let me, after all 'I'm doing so well' and 'it's important for my health'. Yeah cause I wasn't aware of those facts from the first thirty thousand times I have been told or the lecture I get from my doctor every single time I go. Seriously, any illness I get he manages to link to my waist like he enjoys having the excuse, it saves him actually having to think. He even managed to blame a broken toe on me not being able to see down past my stomach.

Anyway so I don't give up, it's kinda horrible really I mean I could just give up and wallow. Drown my tears in vats of triple Belgian chocolate ice cream with fudge sauce. But nooooo, I'm strong... or maybe just too dumb. My entire life has been a never ending cycle of diet and binge, diet and binge, I am stuck there forever in the fat zone.

That is what led me to join the gym, after all exercise, that'll make things better. I mean it sounds so simple, you go to a place move your arms and legs, sweat and lose weight. I mean totally easy, I mean lets face it if it took brains then the dim witted muscled beefcakes that live there wouldn't be able to do it. So I sign up and then I go and then I realise the problem. The locker room and showers, all communal, I had to strip in front of other guys. I have to show them the extra rolls of flab that hang around my waist. I have to expose my chubby butt to prying eyes and worst of all I get to hear their sniggers and the jokes they mutter under their breath.

I ignore them all, pretend I don't hear, after all what am I going to do, call them liars? They're right, I am fat and disgusting to look at. So I hold my tongue and head to the gym, where I chose from the array of instruments of torture at my disposal.

Mostly I go for the treadmill, despite my weight I have pretty fit legs, I walk everywhere and carrying this extra load means my legs are actually quite firm. I start to build up a sweat, which takes an embarrassingly short time and then I see him, on the rowing machine. A grey clydesdale, every muscle glistening with sweat, if I had a anatomy chart I could pick them all out, he was that perfectly formed. I thanked god I was wearing loose shorts so no-one could tell I was running with wood.

Then he finished and got off the rowing machine, I was treated to the most delicious view. His ass as he stood up, like two perfect balloons wrapped in the finest silk, sliding over each other smoothly. I coughed a little and tried to ignore the pain in my legs and the sweat dripping in my eyes. Next we walked over to the weights bench right in front of me. He lay down and spread his legs and I could see it, the bulge just a few feet in front of me. Oh his shorts left very little too the imagination, the horse was hung...well like a horse. At least a foot long, while soft, I could make out the flare and medial ring straining through those tight red shots. I could just imagine what it was like in those shorts, the musk of a sweaty male and the taste...oh god the divine taste of sweet and savoury cock. Musky sweaty nuts just flooding my muzzle, and a doughnut just waiting to be licked and nibbled by the ravenous wolf inside me.

I ran ignoring the searing pain in my calves and knees, my eyes stayed locked on him. I didn't notice the hour get late, the other patrons leaving. I just ran and ran, watched and watched. Until finally the horse headed into the locker room and I realised I was alone in the gym with a huge erection and legs that could barely hold up my weight. I stumbled a little as I walked over to the locker room, it was a twenty four hour gym, but at almost half eleven it was unlikely that anyone would come in.

As I entered the locker room I could hear the shower and I knew he was in there naked, with ripples of soap and water cascading down his perfect body, flowing over his amazing abs, his perfect pectorals and his glorious glutes. I stood there just dripping with sweat and staring, I desperately wanted to go in, but my cock was rock hard and dripping. If I walked in he would know that I was staring at him and lusting after him, what my sex starved brain failed to realise was that he would shortly finish his shower and come back into the locker room naked. Where he would find a fat, sweaty, horny wolf just panting and staring with shorts sporting a growing pre stain.

Which in just a minute is exactly what happened. He walked out and looked me right in the face, what I must have looked like I can't really imagine. Pure black fur matted with sweat, rolls of flab, white t-shirt and shorts soaked through. Eyes eating him like he was a huge slice of chocolate fudge cake. Still I couldn't stop myself I let my eyes wander over his perfect torso. Damn I wanted to lick those perfect man nipples, I wanted to nibble on him for hours.

Then shortly afterwards the most amazing thing that ever happened to me ever happened. He dropped his towel, there he was naked, all six foot seven of pure stallion beefcake. His fur all mussed and damp from the shower, his mane wild and untamed around his shoulders. His hooves the size of dinner plates clacking on the tiled floor as his hips swayed. His thick cock slapping on his thigh with a meaty sound.

I have been on diets that required me to fast for days at a time, I thought I knew what it was to crave something. Then he dropped his towel and I got to see a whole foot long sausage, thick as my wrist. God that day I knew what it was like to be ravenous, to need to eat something to live. I was desperate to feast on that meat, to lick it suck it and swallow lashings of horse cream.

What was more amazing as he stood there in front of me I glanced up into his eyes and he gave me a cocky grin and a nod down to the floor. He didn't need to say anything, I fell to my knees in front of him, reaching out with trembling paws I grasped his rapidly hardening shaft. Then I got to taste it, slightly sweaty and yet clean, meaty and wonderfully sweet. Oh god it was perfect, I licked him like only a hungry wolf can. That warm flesh felt so good under my tongue, I lapped over his flare, teasing his meatus and glans. I kissed the tip and then swallowed it.

Fuck this wolf has never met a sausage he couldn't master, but this stud gave me something that really put my mouth's capacity to the test. I suckled and bobbed on his hot cock, pressing as much as I could cram into my mouth. He neighed softly and his hoof stamped off the tile. I knew it was risky, we could both get caught and banned from the gym. I didn't give a fuck, I wanted to get a fuck, a suck, hell I would take whatever this Adonis gave me and be grateful.

I felt his paws on my head and suddenly he started to thrust forward, driving his cock deeper into my mouth. That was when he spoke, "that's it, come on just a little more you know you want more, you look like a guy who can never get enough." I felt the heat of my embarrassment hit me like a wave, but I couldn't stop, I had tasted the heaven of his meat and I forced more in, relaxing my throat and feeling his meat choking me as my lips kissed his crotch.

"Fuck yeah! That's it you horny pig, you can't ever get enough meat can you?" My face burned and my lungs ached, yet I stayed put, nothing could ever make me let go of his perfect length. Then he pulled back just enough for me to get a few lungfuls of air before he thrust forward.

"Did you think I didn't see you? Fat running piggy, eyeing me up and drooling into his shorts." Sniggered the horse as he continued to thrust into my mouth faster and faster. His thick cock coating my tongue in delicious pre cum, which I swallowed hungrily like the starving wolf I was.

"You gonna swallow it all ain't ya? Ha! Course you are! Like anything that every goes into that mouth ever comes out!" I couldn't believe he was saying those things and yet I couldn't stop myself, I lapped at his meat hungrily squeezing his length between my lips. Worse than that his insults, that made my cock ache and throb, I shot more pre into my soaked shorts.

"Mmm fuck yeah...that's it, more tongue you fat fuck," snorted the horse and then I reached out my paws until I found his huge plums, no plums are too small these were oranges, mangos, melons even. I could feel those orbs and they were swollen and dancing, twitching in my paw. He could tell he was getting ready to shoot and that just made me suck harder and lick more eagerly. I was desperately hungry, I could practically taste that horse cream already.

"Shit...fuck, you're one hungry fat ass bitch," he moaned above me as his thrusting got faster and more desperate. Those sweaty melons convulsed in my palms and I knew what was about to happen. I felt the pulse as it ran the length of his cock, past my lips and right down the back of my throat. As his flare spread wide and horse spunk torrented straight down my gullet into my belly. He pulled back for the second blast and it flooded my muzzle beyond capacity. White pearly droplets flooded out of my lips and down my chin onto my shirt.

He pulled out completely for the third blast, warm jets of horse spunk sprayed over my face. Thick gushes of warm seed dripped down my cheeks and all I could smell was horse semen. Damn it was delicious and I couldn't help it I swallowed hungrily and lapped at his cocktip, drinking down the remaining floods as he sprayed. All the while he stood above me and issued a never ending stream of insults, "mmm that's it you hungry little pig drink it all, mmm fucking fat cum dump, that's what you are." My face burned and yet I drank down every last drop he gave and absorbed every insult he uttered.

All too soon the flow of cum stopped and I licked it off my chops instead. His cock glistened with my spit as he took a step back and then he grabbed my shoulders pulling me to my feet roughly. He shoved me onto the bench that ran the length of the locker-room, "pants off, ass up, you fat bitch." He commanded and my body obeyed, my mind was left out of the decision making this day. My pants were dropped to display my ample rear. The musky stench of fat wolf filled the room and I hated myself so much more.

I yelped as a huge hand smacked off my right cheek, the heat and sting of the assault taking me by surprise. "Look at this fat ass, man the best, and probably only, good thing about you fatsos is your asses are so wide I know I don't need to be gentle." The horse sniggered as he watched my rolls of fat jiggle, he gave my other asscheek a firm spank as well. All four of my cheeks burned with embarrassment and yet my cock throbbed hard, spraying wolf pre onto the floor.

I closed my eyes and braced myself for the brutal fucking I was sure he was about to give me, it was more than I deserved and fat beggars certainly shouldn't be choosers. However, what I felt next amazed me, hot breath huffed on my tailhole and then a warm slick tongue running over my sweaty ring. I cried out and couldn't believe it, never in all my life would I think someone would lick me there, let alone after the longest workout of my life and before my shower.

I know a thing or two about hunger, about eating like a ravenous beast and yet I could sit at the hooves of this horse and take lessons from the master. His tongue was forced inside me, his lips pressed to my ring as his tongue wormed deeper and deeper, he ate my ass out like a starving man eats the first food he has been given in weeks. No waiting, no savouring, just consume as fast as he could, his tongue delving deeper and deeper, licking spots inside me that made me cry out in sheer bliss. I squirmed and pressed my ass back against his muzzle. I reached down to grab my aching cock only for a hard slap to smack it away. It was clear the fat piggy was not allowed to cum until the stallion was done with him.

His tongue found my prostate and he went to town on it, lashing it powerfully making me cry out again. I begged him, begged for more, begged for his cock and he just kept licking, keeping my paws away from my cock by holding both of them in one meaty paw. I was his bitch and he was my master, there was nothing I wouldn't have done for him in that moment, if he had asked for my car I would have given him the keys, or my house, fuck take my rare comic collection as well. Anything he wanted so long as he didn't stop, just keep moving that tongue.

Of course stop he did and I whimpered and begged him for more, cried out like the starving man I was. My tail was lifted as high as I have ever lifted it and he stepped forward pressing his flare to my glistening pucker. Then without a word of warning he thrust, hard, over a foot of horse cock was forced into me, the medial ring stretching me wider as I screamed out, pain flooded my ass. Yet instead of asking him to stop I begged him for more, pushing my fat ass back against his perfect body.

There was no gentle stroking, no tender kisses and no love making. He began to fuck me, rutting me like a stallion takes its mare, his huge cock pistoning in and out of my spread ring. He showed me no mercy and he shouted abuse throughout. He called me a pig, a bitch a slut and worse. None of it made any difference to me, I just pushed back my worthless ass and begged him for more.

With each thrust his huge cock squeezed my inner nut hard, his paws on my ass gripped me tightly, holding me down, keeping me in my place. His hips smacking off mine so hard I could feel my entire body spasm. His balls smacking off my taint with a meaty slap as he rutted me hard and deeply. I tried to lift up my shoulders and a huge stallion paw landed on it forcing me down, forcing my head against the bench. The bench that was sat on and used all day, every day, by hundreds of different sweaty men.

I was aching, my cock was begging me to let it cum and yet I didn't dare reach for it. I was a broken bitch, a fat fucktoy for this mighty steed. I would let him ride me as long as he wanted until he gave me permission to pleasure myself. I heard a loud clop as he lifted up a hoof and placed it on the bench, changing the angle at which his fat cock was assaulting me. He thrust faster and faster and I couldn't believe how much more he could give, how much rougher his thrusting could get, reaming my ass wider and wider, his cock stretching my ass wider than it had ever been stretched.

His thrusting got faster and faster I clung to the bench, my claws ripping at the wood as I pushed back against him willingly. The thrusting getting wild and uncontrolled, until suddenly I felt a huge paw wrap around my cock, my meat dwarfed in his huge mitt, as he jerked it off. I lasted less than three seconds before I howled out in pleasure. My body convulsed and clenched around his thick length as his fingers milked the biggest load I have ever given, out of my cock.

He neighed out far louder and I felt him slam home harder and deep and with it I felt the warm pressure as he flooded my hot spasming depths with his seed. He continued to rut, as my ass dribbled and drooled cum and then he pulled his cock out and shot the rest of his load over my back. I just lay there panting heavily, cum drooling out of my ass and dripping down my flanks.

I couldn't move I just stayed there panting, my pants around my ankles, my fur soaking with sweat and cum. I remember looking up at him and realising he had dressed and was about to leave. Whimpering I had to try my luck, after all so far it been the luckiest evening of my life. "You want to get a cup of coffee sometime?"

He didn't actually answer except in a laugh, a deep rumbling laugh that echoed in my brain as he left, still laughing. I lay there covered and filled with his spunk despondent. Then I showered and left. Of course I went back the next night and the next, after all if there is one thing that I lusted for more than food it was a good rough fucking, by a purebred stud. I still hate you skinny fuckers, but I just have four stone to lose and then we'll see.