#pigtf

“So what exactly is your interest in pigs, then?”, the farmer asks. 

“Well, I, um, really want…to be a…pig farmer,” you lie. It sounds lame. It sounds like the lie that it is. You don’t know where this fetish came from, but it’s gotten so strong that just staring at pictures won’t do it for you anymore. “I just…wanted to interact with them up close. I’ve only ever really seen them on TV and the Internet.”

“Well, all right,” he says. You round the corner of the barn, and the sight takes your breath away. The boar grunts as he sees you, and you imagine he’s checking you out. The thought makes you so hot. Your eyes are drawn downward to his dick. “Great, isn’t he?”, the farmer says proudly .

“Uh-huh,” you reply, staring at the boar’s dick. Your eyes dart over to the females, fat and needy, oinking with annoyance that they’re not getting fucked, and you can feel yourself starting to get wet. 

The farmer’s phone buzzes. He glances at the text and grumbles. “I’m sorry, miss, I gotta take this. I’ll be back in a minute. You’ll be fine by yourself?”

“OK,” you say, not really listening. Your mind is just thick boar cock. You stare at the boar and his girlfriends, mouth watering. You can hear the farmer on his phone outside, upset about something. Before you know what’s happening, you’ve climbed into the pen. 

“What…what am I…” One hand is pushing down your jeans and the other is grasping under the boar. Your fingers grasp around his dick and you moan as you stroke, feeling it get harder. The boar grunts and snorts, suddenly aware of what’s happening, and he’s horny. He slams into you. 

“Just tell me why.”

“Because you weren’t THERE!”, Paula whines. “You think I didn’t try? I liked you. I STILL really like you! But I have NEEDS and I…I couldn’t help it! I’m sorry.”

“Are you going to start again as soon as I go back?”

“No.” She doesn’t look at you. 

“You’re lying. You’ll do exactly what you did before…give it a few days, and then go find some dick and hope I won’t find out. God, you’re such a pig.”

“I told you, it’s not my *REEEEEK* fault!,” she yells. She clamps her hand over her mouth. 

Her skin is looking pinker, and every breath seems to blow her up and out a little more. “What’s…what’s happening? I feel *ORRRT* so…weird…and full?” Her trim belly bloats into a fat tire. Her ass pushes against her pants, stretching them to their limits. Her feet squirm as her toes reshaped into hooves. 

“I…I’m not *HHHHHRK*,” she grunts as her tusks form and her cheeks get chubby. A second set of tits forms below the first. "I… can’t think…just need…YOU, Master. Oh my *GLOORT*, why did I call you that? I just…can’t leave you again!  I’m your *BLLOOOOP* fat piggy pet.” Her eyes go wide. 

“You’ll only be fucking me from now on, Paula.”

The next time you’re in a jam, it’ll be different. 

You’ll sigh irritatingly, making a big production of blowing air through your cheeks. “Oh, c'mon, this totally fuckin’ sucks!”, you’ll yell….and then look confused. You don’t speak like that. 

Next to you, a pretty mother of two will gasp as she feels herself rising in her seat. Her ass will stretch the limits of her pants, getting fatter and fatter. “What’s…what’s wrong with me?! Oh God, I’m getting HUGE!”, she’ll cry. 

2 cars down, a Latina junior executive will be eating in her car when she’ll suddenly start snorting and be unable to stop. She’ll shovel the food in faster, grunting and squealing like a hog, her eyes wide.

Next to her, a timid, nervous college will find her drab outfit turn into a dominatrix getup. She’ll smile cruelly and scream “YOU FUCKING LOSERS! YOU’RE ALL WORTHLESS! YOU DON’T DESERVE TO BE ON THE SAME ROAD AS A GODDESS!”  

The Latina will snort and oink in horror, realizing that she’s forgotten where she was going. All she can think about now is drive-thru after drive-thru. 

The mother will roll down her window. “God, this traffic. Good thing I got a huge fuckin’ cushion. Nothin’ to do but watch my big ass get wider.” You realize that she doesn’t even remember this isn’t normal. 

You’ll pout and stomp your feet. “NO, this can’t happen! It’s not FAIR!  I don’t underSTANNND!”, you whine. You gasp as you realize you might be 23, but you’re acting like a 13-year-old brat. You’ll never have a job, or a relationship, or adult friends like this. And you won’t be able to stop. 

Jen was far from ugly; she just wasn’t memorable. Guys on campus mostly ignored her, and even the ones that thought she was nice believed she wasn’t hot enough. The girls viewed her as a wallflower, someone who would drag down their own sexiness. She dealt with it the best she could, but it upset her greatly. One evening in the dining hall, she’d decided to get Chinese, and smiled dimly when she saw her fortune: SEXIEST ON CAMPUS.

Yeah, she thought. Sure. 

A minute later, she heard a scream from the other end of the hall. She got up to make sure someone didn’t need help, and froze. A pretty college girl was holding her stomach, which was getting fatter by the second. Her nose was reforming into a snout, and her big butt was overflowing her skintight jeans. “Someone, please! Call *ORRRRRT* a doctor! I don’t know what’s wrong *HRRRK* with me!”, she yelped. 

The fat slob will see you on the street and smile. “Oh, YOU’ll do,” she’ll say, licking her lips. You’ll find yourself unable to move.

“Um…do? For what?”, you’ll manage–and then you’ll burp so loud that people halfway down the street will turn around. You’ll start to turn red. 

Your lean belly will quickly bloat into a fat gas tank, swelling out over your sides. A tiny muffin top will form, rising bigger with every second. You’ll moan as your B cups get heavier, becoming Cs, then Ds, and beyond. Your trim ass will widen into a big, fat donk. 

“You’re so beautiful, sweetie,” the huge woman will whisper, stroking your cheek. Her touch makes your cheeks chub up like a chipmunk’s. “Please….what are you *REEEEEEEEEK*!,” you’ll oink. Your hand will fly to your mouth. “See?,” she’ll coo. “You’re my piggy babygirl. You want to be so good for Mommy, don’t you?”