Back when I knew that nature had put me on the planet to be a cocksucking fuckpig but was more piglet than fuckpig. Back when only one of the holes was in use. I was addicted to sucking cock from the first one. I would steal my cousin's id and buy books from a sex shop that wasn't far from where I had dance classes. I'd put innocent dust jackets from school books on for home , I found out later they knew I was doing it. I'd openly read them in public the rest of the time. I loved going to the shop dressed like a tramp, tight denim shorts and a t-shirt tight and thin enough to leave no doubt I wasn't wearing a bra, hoping I was giving the men boners. I heard a couple of cocktease comments which I liked as much as being called a slut.

The owner ended up taking a shine to me, not hard I was the only cunt that went there twice a week 🐽The best days were the ones guys offered to buy my books if I gave them a blow job. Because I told the owner and he was happy to help me by letting a few of them know he had a lust if books or toys I'd be happy to thank people for with my slutty mouth. After I'd proved to him I was a decent little cocksucker... there was a little alcove by the back door outside by the bins, kinda like a smoking shelter. I'd wait out there when he called me over from looking through books.
read every word Alan aldiss wrote. Even then I liked the feeling of being edged, days at a time. But reading about females, taken by force to serve masters as harem sex slaves got me edged, the circumcision and branding would tip me, inadvertently making me cum spontaneously, without even touching myself, rereading a few minutes later did it again. Something that usually took a fair amount of rubbing or maybe giving three or four relay blowjobs during lunch break with an audience.
When I was older I still had an overwhelming desire to have my pig cunt cut down to a perfect hole, be utterly dependent on a cock inside me to achieve orgasm...

I asked about surgery. My doctor sent me to a psychiatrist. I didn't go.

Trying to book overseas got me arrested twice. My argument I was doing this by choice and boys don't have any trouble getting cut? Court order pyschiatrist. I went because I didn't want to go to a mental hospital 😂🐽 but Dr of sex addicts, failed to convince me it was insane and eventually signed me off.
Mainly because he wanted my mouth oinking on his nuts while he jerked off into my eyes. I'd put that in his head and he couldn't while I was his patient. An hour after discharge in the carpark of the clinic was apparently not an ethical standards problem.
Then I was married by arrangement to my owner.
My owner refused to permit having his fuckmeat carved up. He liked the drooling and sewing the lips shut.

I begged my uncles, before the ownership agreement was settled and after my owner died. That's where I fucked up. Kbowing I hated my fat pig lips and clit made them vote for the opposite.
I thought bring dependent entirely on penetration would appeal but ruining, enhancing and displaying the hideous messy pig meat is apparently the most fun. Begging amuses them but doesn't have any effect on their choice.

I've offered to pay for it by holes but that's refused. I'm a fuckpig not a worth paying as a whore. Plus, the holes are not mine, even if they were worth paying for, the money is theirs.

The same with the tiny pig teats. No got job. Fuckpigs don't get vanity surgery like humans. No bras, just the nipples stretched, tied, suctioned and painted to make noticeable even if I have to wear human clothes. Tattoo areola, shown to order. Mocked. Beaten. When I'm a party urinal/ cumdump , targets drawn on and bell clamps to try and ring with a hard stream. They like trying to erase the writing. They like to point out that normal females with proper tits don't get treated the way I do. I'm treated the way nature intended.