Gaining Pigpup ~ Fuzzy chub n horny hog!

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"Bro ... do I smell weird?" David wrinkled his nose, staring over his shoulder at his hairy back. He'd just taken a Fursona Potion for the first time, and wasn't sure what he was turning into.

"Kind of," I said. I could smell a pungent sweat from my roommate as the fur grew over his body.

"What am I turning into?" he asked. His face was starting to push out into a muzzle. As the hair on his back darkened, a white stripe emerged. A thick bushy tail was growing thick over his ass.

"Bro, are you a skunk?" I asked. He looked so cute -- his ears had become round and furry, and I reached up to scratch behind them.

David lifted his tail instinctually, and I was hit with an overwhelming wave of his scent. I staggered backwards, overcome, and then stared down at my own body as it began to grow dark fur just like his.

“You sure you want another hand job? You know it’ll just transform you into a donkey again.”

“Bro, I can’t help it – fuck! I need it so bad,” Tommy gasped. I rubbed his thigh, feeling his cock getting hard. It was so long – at least a foot and so very thick.

“Here we go,” I said, squeezing his dick through his jeans.

“Haww!” he brayed, the transformation beginning.

“You really like turning into a donkey, don’t you?” I said, watching his ears grow furry and tall.

“No, dude, it sucks – getting all hairy and stupid, turning into a dumb beast,” he gasped. His hands were balling up into hooves as I unzipped his pants. He wouldn’t be able to undress himself soon. “I fucking hate it … but I gotta get off, man. I can’t stay all pent up.”

“I think you like it,” I whispered in his ear. “You like being a donkey slut.”

“No,” he whimpered. His face was getting scruffy. Soon he’d have a muzzle. “No I … I’m not a donkey. I don’t wanna be a beast.”

“Then how come you keep coming back?” I pulled his giant cock out of his pants, leaned down, and gave it a lick. Tommy brayed, and when I glanced up at him I saw his dumb donkey face staring down at me.

He loves it.

“There’s something funny in this drink,” Ben said, sipping his cocktail suspiciously. “The bartender said it was their specialty… do you know what that means?”

I rolled my eyes. Chris the bartender loved to play this trick with new customers.

“Come on,” I said, “let’s get you to a milking station before your udder gets too heavy.”

“My what?” Ben said, taking another sip. The bulge in his pants was already starting to grow.

We staggered through the bar towards the back, guys staring and laughing. Ben looked at them, confused, unaware that his ears were starting to grow big and furry, or that a black and white tail had sprouted from his backside.

We made it to the milking station in the back just in time – his pants split and a big thick pink udder spilled forward from his groin, dribbling white liquid.

“What’s happening toooooo me?” Ben mooed as we helped him into a platform. Guys gathered around, each eager to rub his new udder and drink the milk that came forth. I tried to keep my hands away, but his nipples were leaking too and I got a little on my fingers.

“Whoops,” I grunted as my hands became hooves.

“There’s something funny in this drink,” Ben said, sipping his cocktail suspiciously. “The bartender said it was their specialty… do you know what that means?”

I rolled my eyes. Chris the bartender loved to play this trick with new customers.

“Come on,” I said, “let’s get you to a milking station before your udder gets too heavy.”

“My what?” Ben said, taking another sip. The bulge in his pants was already starting to grow.

We staggered through the bar towards the back, guys staring and laughing. Ben looked at them, confused, unaware that his ears were starting to grow big and furry, or that a black and white tail had sprouted from his backside.

We made it to the milking station in the back just in time – his pants split and a big thick pink udder spilled forward from his groin, dribbling white liquid.

“What’s happening toooooo me?” Ben mooed as we helped him into a platform. Guys gathered around, each eager to rub his new udder and drink the milk that came forth. I tried to keep my hands away, but his nipples were leaking too and I got a little on my fingers.

“Whoops,” I grunted as my hands became hooves.

The milky potion worked fast. Within minutes, Will had grown an udder at his crotch. I grabbed one of the teats and pulled, each one resembling the fat cock he’d had just moments before.

“Oh fuck, that’s good,” he gasped, staring down at his new udder. A thin trickle of milk oozed onto my hand, and I smeared it over his ass. Instantly, fur grew over his cheeks, an a cow’s tail sprouted from his back.

“You’ll make a perfect farm beast,” I told him. He grinned and kissed me, pressing his udder against my denim overalls.

“Thanks boss!” he said. “Glad you made me a cow and not a donkey like him.”

“Heeawww!” brayed his boyfriend Tom.

Stretching your pants,

Stretching your undies,

Stretching your stomach,

Stretching yourself?