I, f25, had a pet pig growing up. My dad owned a farm business. He quit his job and kept all of the animals so i could keep them as pets. The pet pig name was Gertie. I always had a close connection with Gertie. We weren’t like the others. We did everything together, including showers, changing and eating together. My dad, m46 at the time, was watching over what we did together and became quite jealous that I was treating Gertie like my own blood. One night i heard oinking outside my bedroom window. It sounded like moaning but deep inside i knew it was Gertie. He had a very different oink than the other pigs. I opened my bedroom window to see Gertie was sexually frustrated. He was rolling around oinking his life out.
Suddenly, 20 minutes later, i had found myself laying on top on him. But it was different to any other time i was not cuddles, it was not kisses it was more deeper than usual. I wanted it to go on for the rest of the night but then my dad barged in. I quickly pushed Gertie off of me and covered my naked body so my dad couldn’t see. Then he heard an oink coming from under my bed. He grinned and grabbed Gertie and passionately started making out with him. I moaned in frustration, wanting to join in. My dad noticed and stripped naked.

The next day, i woke up to see my dad and my pig sleeping next to me. The sheets where covered bacon and mayo sauce if you know what I mean. My mum walked in to my room to see all 3 of us cuddling. She immediately called CPS and my dad was taken away. He oinked as they handcuffed him. Next thing I knew animal control came and took away Gertie. I became severely depressed and missed the feeling of having bacon inside of me. This has been with me for a few years now and I don’t know what to do.

I now work at a farm, and it’s different… you know. 😉