"Third edict: Amelia Lionheart shall only sustain herself with natural sustenance. Any form of human food shall be prohibited. Furthermore, being a soon-to-be sow, and her soon-to-be husband being a pig, her meals shall be restricted to her fiancé's secretions and excretions", stated the priest as a matter of fact.

The difference in processing power between the different members of the audience could easily be heard by how long it took them to comprehend the priest's words up to them puking forcefully in their carefully prepared plastic bag. It was way too absurd and abstract for Amelia to fully realize it yet, but her inconscious made the calculations in her place and forced her eyes to look at her future partner's sexual apparatus, which would serve the main bulk of her meals for the foreseeable future. It is a testament of her hardened mental fortitude that she managed to stand the simulation of a meal for three seconds before accompanying the public in the retching symphony.

- "Look at what you've done, swine. You've wasted your last human meal, what a pity. Though it looks like some members of the audience have yet to grasp the wisdom of the edict, which is unacceptable. As a bride, it is your responsability to take care of your guests. Henceforth, it is your duty to provide a concrete example of how you will now satiate your hunger as a law-abiding sow." said the priest. "You have ten minutes. You do not want to see what will happen if you fail. Also, be very careful not to waste any food, we're in a church after all, God does not allow any waste." he added with a wink.

Amelia did not have time to admire the stunned audience as she had a large dish on her plate to take care of. She approched the pig cautiously, the animal also taking note of her appearance. It might have been related to the fluids that were injected alongside her plugs early on, but the animal's apparatus quickly hardened, giving her an unfortunate chance to appreciate its sight. Her meal-delivery device was around 35cm in length and 7cm in diameter, pulsating vividly with hearty veins that made it seem like it had a life on its own. The rod's skin was of a stained beige, though the existing foreskin prevented her from seeing the gland. His dangling testicles were also quite massive and seemed darkened by accumulated layers of sexual sweat and filth.

After many careful steps, Amelia was now in contact with the pig, who got used to her presence and seemed eager for whatever action she would engage in. She reluctantly kneeled and moved below his belly, near his reproductive organs. The stench was intense, but her slow steps were barely enough for her nose to get used to it. His underside also emitted quite a lot of heat, which helped warm her in her naked state. She was ashamed that she felt more comfortable near that beast's cock than alone in front of the altar. She was silently contemplating the strange organ in front of her.

- "Eight minutes remaining. You might have thought that ten minutes was a lot, but did you know that Paul Piggers has a reputation for his secretions lasting up to five minutes?"

Amelia's eyes widened and her pupils constricted when she took the priest's words into account. There was no time remaining for idle wondering, she had to finish the deed and quick. The constraint of not wasting food gave her little choice in the method of execution.

She reluctantly grabbed her husband's organ, and peeled his foreskin off and approaching her face near it. Years of accumulated dried semen had resulted in the miracle of a new form of life under the creature's foreskin. The scientific community would tear themselves apart if they knew that this unknown new form of life ended up being tasted by the tongue of a human sow. Amelia's taste buds went on strike and obliged her to retch on the side, make her loose precious seconds.

To get back on track, she immediatly went back and put the entire gland in her delicate mouth, tears welling up at the act that she was unwillingly forced to commit. From behind, the audience could admire this prideful and beautiful woman burying her face in that filthy beast's groin and rocking back and forth. Obscene slurping sounds echoed in the Saint Cathedral, punctuated by moans of despair from the bride.

- "6 minutes remaining. Your technique is lacking, young sow, you're not deep enough. Let me instill you some divine teachings" claimed the priest.

He approached the bride from behind, put his foot on her behind, and pushed her forward deeper onto the shaft. The pulsating organ was too deep in her throat to allow Amelia to produce any meaningful sound, so she instead reluctantly accepted the wisdom and widened her range of oral penetration. The training she got with the mouth plug was fully put into practice, even if it did not fully prepare her for what was to come.

Amelia felt the pulsations of the sexual organ increase in frequency. She reluctantly found a position that would allow her to breathe, and strenghtened her resolve for the incoming surge. The audience could hear the beast's breathing intensifying, until it started to squeal loudly. Sounds of a strong sloshing current could be heard throughout this oppressive silence of the cathedral, the girl painful moans reaching everyone's ears. They could see her legs extending and contracting, her nether region staining the floor in a fountain like manner, accompanying her mind-breaking orgasm as she remained orally impaled by the beast's rod.

One minute passed, and they could still hear gulping sounds from the girl's apparently thirsty mouth, as she did not let a single drop fall. TV cameras approached and zoomed in enough to be able to transmit the face of the bride who appeared eyes-closed, focused on slowly drinking her meal through her throat, like a new-born would be mouth-fed.

Four minutes passed, during which the sow continued to appreciate the continous secretion of seed, deep inside her throat. She orgasmed two more times, but managed to maintain control and not let anything drop, despite her stomach blowing up and increasingly full. The bride didn't seem to care anymore and was actively fingering her nether regions despite being completely visible by the audience, who felt nauseated and sickened by now.

The priest was glad that the event finally managed to trigger some disgust from the idiotic public, but he was afraid for the girl, despite everything he said. He knew she would not come back unscathed from all this, but to what extend was difficult to judge.

It all went well until the final minute when the bride suddently started retching violently. The priest was aware that pigs finished their ejaculations with a gel like substance, but he was compelled not to tell the girl to preserve the surprise for the audience. It would be the icing on the cake.

Amelia, or what remained of her, after what amounted to an eternity when deeply stuffed, immediatly felt the change occurring in her throat. The feed she was eating eagerly until now was liquid and easy to digest, but her husband's feeder tube now delivered glue-like gel that stuck and accumulated on her throat. She could still breathe somehow but couldn't handle more of the substance in her throat and had to relocate the delivery location to her mouth, where she would be able to handle this new type of feed more reliably.

She promptly extracted herself from most of the shaft, and then stopped when the feeder's hole was between her lips. From an outsider perspective, it looked like she was deliberately long-kissing her husband's gland, but more attentive viewers could see her jaws actively chewing on the pig's semen gel. Just before the 10 minutes mark, the secretion finally ended, and the bride was able to release her mouth from the shaft.

She couldn't communicate with words, so she tried to explain what happened at the end by opening her mouth and displaying its gel content to the public, threads of white semen connecting her teeth, showing them how hard it is to chew, and how terrible its taste was by swallowing it down while cringing. Anyone with a sane mind obviously did not take it that way, instead they saw a sow-slut satisfied with her meal and showing off the secretions of her husband with pride.

Having eaten nearly two liters of pig seed, the bride could not restraint a lenghty burp, resonating between the cathedral's walls. Not wasting food was a testament of good etiquette for a sow. Her stomach was now filled with 60 Billion of her husbands  pig sperm cells, and each one would be digested and their proteins and amino acids absorbed by her digestive track. The smell and remains of pig semen coming from her mouth as well as the obscene and satisfied face of the former proud girl managed to finish off the remaining members of the public who hadn't thrown up yet. The sow, naked, felt cold and went back under her husband's belly where she stood comfortably, caressing his testicles with love and attention. The feeding experience had forever changed her psyche, and she was now excited at the idea of being able to redo it everyday.

- "By virtue of the authority vested in me, I declare you pig and sow, for the rest of your life" finally proclaimed the priest, now fully fed up and disgusted by the whole endeavour.

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