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Some Boar Time

The world is full of magic, though not many people would call it that. Winter changing into spring, the miracle of birth, the new sunrise every morning, the cycle of life and death itself, all a form of magic. Still, what people think of as real magic, that which changes the world, is not to be taken lightly.

Call it reality manipulation, call it probability control. That sort of power is something one should never play with. Even if the end results are what is slightly desired, there's always a price.

Our tale began not with our future protagonist, but his beau. Sykes, well, was a very intelligent rat. Straight A college student, studious, loving, but the lithe and slightly feminine man had very specific tastes. In this case, one would say why dumping wisdom for intelligence is a poor choice, because he decided that perhaps an old piece of magical artifact would be able to bring his desires to life.

Said magical item was in the form of a watch. It was an old, slightly corroded, thick gilt watch that could be found on the wrists of men of a certain age...and girth. The timepiece in question was advertised in the wanted ads to possess the power to make the bearer more mature, though its properties were not well-known.

Of course, Sykes had to have it. Cleaning up the future gift after receiving it, he lovingly wrapped it up in a box, tying a nice bow on it and left it for the "hero" of our tale, the protagonist of the story.

The serpentine Riz really didn't know what to say about the surprise he received and the note he found along with it. The black and red eastern coral snake wasn't exactly thrilled at the present, though he thought it had been gifted with love.

The watch hung loosely against Riz's skinny, scaly wrist. Still, he wasn't about to go without wearing his lover's gift, as unusual as it was. It would be impossible for him not to wear it now that it was on him, but that was something he had yet to learn.

Still, the slight tingle that went up the student's arm should have been a warning. The hunger that followed also should have been a red flag, but then again, this was a gift from a loved one, and a person's defences are usually lowered against such things.

Riz still seemed to ignore some of the signs when he headed into the kitchen and came back to the living room with fattening snacks and beer. The two college roommates never had alcohol in the home, and generally ate quite healthily, but this was a day off, so perhaps his mind was just blind to the new traits that were slow to overtake him.

Now while the short serpent consumed his "snack", the watch began to work its magic, altering the reality around him, including his lover, though Sykes had no idea his little gift would also affect himself. Magic of course always comes with some price, so one should carefully read the fine print unless they should find themselves... well, Riz would see soon enough.

There wasn't much either of the men could do at this time, though. The damage was done and already Riz was undergoing some changes. The hunger was certainly a main culprit, but his growing libido would certainly soon become a pressing issue. Already, his two moderately-sized serpentine orbs were welling in their home, itching as scales were shed to reveal darkened skin and scratchy bristles.

Of course, his current snack was only exacerbating the situation. There was a silver lining, though. As he finished his first beer and pulled away from scratching his crotch, the first inklings that something was the matter began to creep into his psyche.

"Urrrrp...why...do I have a beer?" The snake blinked repeatedly at the odd yet...satisfying feeling of holding the thick cold can of brew in his hand. His next instinct was to look down at his tight belt to realize his free hand was off gently scratching and rubbing his groin.

Blushing, the snake pulled his free hand back and gently sat the can down as he also realized he wasn't watching his usual anime but instead had settled on a football game of some sort. That was certainly...different.

This was probably the worst thing which could happen to an intelligent man such as Riz. Sadly, the soon-to-be-ex-serpent was to keep his intelligence, as well as be able to realize the changes to his own reality. Yet, he would be unable to stop the approaching storm or the handful of new traits and attributes that he was to be cursed with, or gifted with, depending upon one's own preferences.

Still, finding his free hand once again sliding down to unbuckle his presently uncomfortable belt, Riz had yet to quite realize exactly what was happening. His mind was in a slight haze thanks to the two, or maybe three, beers he had presently consumed as he blinked to find a fourth empty beer can gracing the coffee table.

"That's... urp... not right," he murmured as he looked down to see his bloated stomach pushing up his shirt slightly. At first, he thought all that food had just caused him to be overstuffed. A prominent beer gut was forming on him, and if he had been in a better frame of mind, the growling in his stomach would have clued him in on the fact that if he were that bloated, he would not have still been that hungry.

Of course, he could have noticed his little snack had also evolved into a few bags filled with fast food. That was something Riz most certainly did not buy, nor anything he would have consumed on a regular basis, and definitely not something he could have eaten more than one of.

Still, that's the issue with magic. It plays with someone's thoughts, and is certainly not something to be messed with as Riz was finding out, although it wasn't exactly his own fault.

"I sshould get up." The snake slurred his words as a tinge of flab began to spread across the rest of his form, thickening the once scrawny snake.

He grunted, struggling to lift his newer, heavier form from the couch as crumbs from a meal he both had and had not eaten dropped to the floor. Once again, the issue with reality changes is one can never be sure exactly what transpires in the midst of it. What was occurring, however, was that the heftier snake was starting to perspire from the slight exertion.

"Oh... Oh ssshit," Riz cursed, grabbing his head, feeling wobbly in more ways than one as the alcohol had begun to deeply affect his system. Steadying himself and his thick paunch, he heard a knock at the door.

"Great, just what I needed," the snake grumbled. Well, mostly snake. At this point, his groin was certainly less serpentine than before, with large, lemon sized, pink bristled orbs and a much smoother pink mottled member which certainly was no slouch at seven inches flaccid...and leaking.

Slowly hefting his new weight across the room, ignoring the new traces of empty food containers now sprinkled around the apartment and filling the garbage cans, Riz opened the door to both a familiar, and yet different sight.

When we last saw the perpetrator of this whole ordeal, Sykes was but a wee feminine rodent, short, yet well put together. The man, and I do mean man, before our hero was still mostly a rat. Sporting a smaller but similar beer gut to the changing snake man, Sykes was certainly taller and a lot more toned than before. A few inches taller than Riz, stubble filled his once pure white muzzle, and his thickened corded arm muscles strained his sleeves as he pushed his way into the apartment, carrying a few boxes of pizza.

"Urrp hey, Sykes, what the...", the serpent complained slightly as the gentle push to the belly the rat gave him caused him to let out another belch while his much bigger lover pushed some of the empty cans off the coffee table to make room for the savory pies.

"Heh, classes were boring today so I thought I'd get out a bit early and get us some lunch, bro!" That certainly did not sound like his boyfriend, Riz thought, as the shock slightly sobered up the serpent, although he found himself sipping a new brew in his hand.

Considering Sykes' love of college, this was certainly not normal, although the snake suddenly felt himself getting hard watching the now bulky rat set him up some lunch while he downed a beer himself.

"Look h... h... bro..." He wanted to say hun but, for some reason, a different word slipped out as he found himself being pushed back down to the seat that he had just minutes before had issues leaving.

The rat grinned before sliding a hand down Riz's pants. The snake struggled a bit before he moaned deeply. While the two had been quite intimate before, it was quite different when one's orbs were the size of extra large lemons and one's new bristled skin was that much more sensitive. A slight line of drool fell from the snake's mouth as his still flaccid member began to leak in ernest, staining his underwear, pants, and the rat's paw. "Sy... Sy.. .bro... there's some...something...wrong..." Riz tried to hiss out a coherent sentence as his bulkier boyfriend attended to his growing manhood. Gently biting his lower lip, he cursed himself as he drew blood from his much sharper, and larger, lower canines.

"Yeah bro, what's wrong is that I can't be here all the time, dude. God... you smell great. I could just... sniff you all the time..." Sykes shoved his nose into the snake's chest and took a deep sniff as his other hand stroked and kneaded the coral snake's rounded beer gut.

"Not that... you... you're..." Riz wanted the rat to stop and talk about the changes both of them were going through, but also to keep going. This felt like the hottest thing that had ever happened to them. He was unceremoniously interrupted by a large growl emanating from his stomach. Even with all the food he had stuffed down his gullet, his appetite had sadly grown to fit his thicker form...

"Ugh, fuck bro. I've been a bad boyfriend here." The rat looked downtrodden as he let go of the snake's more than ample family jewels.

"Th... Thank you. Now... we... we need to discuss what happened to you... and me... urk!" Even though he thought that the muscled rodent was finally realizing there was something wrong, the changing serpent was in for a rude surprise as he found his maw suddenly stuffed with a slice of thick greasy pizza and a beer shoved into his hand for good measure.

"God, big guy like you needs to be well fed, bro! I know I eat all the time while working out!" Since when did the rat work out? Riz wondered about that while boyfriend went back to worshiping the snake's body. Then again, how did any of this make sense? He continued to eat almost on instinct before his pants were ripped off him. While he couldn't see the full extent of the changes thanks to that bulbous gut, our hero knew something was amiss thanks to the color and size of the cock that the rat now worshiping. That was not the member he knew he had, as it was big and bloated out compared to what he usually had in his underwear.

All rational thought went out the window the second Sykes shoved his muzzle on top of Riz's cock. "Ah urp, fuck!", the snake cursed as his boyfriend went to town on the thickened member. Riz actually had to grip the cushions of the chair tightly, knowing that with the way his boyfriend was jackhammering his member he was not going to last long.

Of course, even with those large balls, it appeared as though he had gained a decent amount of stamina as well, and it took longer than expected for the serpent to finally explode in a rush of pleasure. The afterglow seemed to go on for ever as a hazy fog clouded Riz's vision as exhaustion fell upon him. The last thing he saw was the rat snuggled against him before a deep sleep overtook him.

Riz slept a dreamless sleep, and... Well, it's obvious where this story will probably go, right? The changes progressed despite his previous complaints. Magic doesn't care about one's wants, needs or desires. Once implemented, it will complete its purpose unless stopped by other magic. Unluckily for or protagonist, there was none. Though it wasn't to be all bad... if one didn't care about other details.

Our hero awoke with a monsterous belch, as one does when they're a person of his now considerable girth. Groaning as his muscles ached and his head swirled with a slight alcoholic fog mixed with a tiny hangover, the man scratched his midsection as he reached out with his heavy arm, the sounds of cans falling over occurring in response. "Ah fuck, that is urp, not what I needed." Riz scowled as he covered his eyes and ears from the sound. Slowly opening his heavy, gummy eyes, two things hit our hero. The new, much more rounded snout before him was mixed with two points in his vision, as well as a large scratchy dome rising and falling behind it. Now while still slightly out of it and in pain, Riz's intellect had not really been touched, so he let out a sharp curse before struggling to lift his newfound girth to a seating position.

The sound of metal clanging together and falling could be heard as the college student found a mountain of empty beer cans being knocked over by his much larger and more awkward form. Embarrassingly, as Riz finally gained enough momentum to sit upright, it compressed his stomach enough for him to let out a long, low fart, much to his distress. As the changed man continued to blink the rest of the crud out of his eye and take stock of his situation, he by chance caught his reflection in a mirror, slightly hidden behind a cache of empty food receptacles and beer cans.

"Of course I'm a fuckin hog," he grumbled, eyes narrowing as a slight snort escaped his new snout, a free hand scratching his itchy gut. He actually meant to curse this time, much to his annoyance, as the usually clean serpent preferred much more intelligent language. That would not be the case moving forward. Hopefully that makes the sudden shift to crudeness in our tale understandable, readers. "Hog" was both an accurate, yet woefully understating description of the man that our protagonist had become. The young porcine student was taking up two seats on what seemed to be a nicer leather couch at present, which seemed to match the other new furnishings and tech, including a massive television now in the center of the room. Of course, the new decor seemed much more sturdy than the previous furniture, although slightly trashed thanks to all the garbage that had seemingly piled up around it.

Riz's eyes tried to take in as much of the changes as possible, mainly to keep from discovering exactly what else had occurred to him, but there was only so much he could do to prolong the inevitable.

With a deep, resigned sigh, the hog man hefted himself up and slowly walked to the equally-as-trashed bathroom. Grunting with each heavy step, Riz was both aghast at what he saw and unsurprised.

He was certainly more pig then snake now. Even his once-proud tail had shrunken and curled up, although it was almost hidden by the immense posterior he was now lugging around, bouncing with each lumbering step. That didn't even match the way his massive beer gut had begun to sag near the bottom. It was large, rounded and itchy from both thick body hair and bristles. A mountainous pair of moobs sat just upon it, although a landslide seemed much more of an apt term for them with how they drooped upon his body. Hair covered the backs of his thick, lard covered arms, and probably his similarly large ham hocks, though he could barely see beneath that bountiful belly. His face, well, that corpulent familiar porcine snozz was framed by bloated stubble-filled cheeks, a thick brutish-looking brow, and surrounded by a spare tile of chins. A slightly buzzed hairstyle sat upon his rounded head and his new actual floppy ears made the ex-serpent feel silly, while the new thick and slightly yellowed tusks were not helping with the excess saliva he was producing.

He luckily had some clothes on that fit him, but that was not saying a lot. A tight t-shirt from one of the more notable party frats clung tight to his upper body, stained with sweat under those pits and an unknown amount of food. It barely covered his gluttonous gut, even as he tried to pull it down. Worse, it emphasized his much larger, and as he soon found, more sensitive nipples.

His old underwear was seemingly replaced with a tight jockstrap, made to fit his gigantic boar balls and similarly sized cock, although the size was somewhat shortened thanks to a thick fat pad. Sure, both the strap and the sweatpants covering it were similarly stained with sweat, but they were also moist from all the excess pre the now slightly lusty man was producing.

Letting out a snort as he scratched his large ass, Riz made a realization as he noticed the one thing that hadn't really changed. There, sat on his large lard-laden arm, was that thick watch. Of course he attempted to take it off with his sausage sized hoof fingers, but it was no use. The spell was not yet complete. Besides, that would have been a horrible way to close this story.

As the pig's thick hooves clicked on the floor while the massive man panted in vain and struggled to remove the obvious cause of his dilemma, he heard a large and deep grunt from outside the restroom.

"Duhh, fuck pa, where'd ya go!" Riz paled at the voice, as well as the moniker. He knew for a fact that he and Sykes were the same age, for now, but the rat tended to call him... no. He'd wait to think about that, because that much deeper voice had to have meant that his lover had to have transformed much further as well. Riz was almost terrified to see what happened to the man. Terrified and immensely turned on, but he didn't want to admit it to himself. I suppose that's why I'm here telling the story.

Slowly waddling outside and carrying his heft with him, Riz spied a massive hunched boar from behind. Massive might not have been the right word for him, however. When people describe hitting the broadside of a barn, the new Sykes would have been a great example of said side. The lumbering hairy beast was almost nude, as Riz watched a thick muscle-bloated arm scratch his mammoth bountiful buttocks and hit the strap of an enormous jockstrap. Wide, toned legs and calves held up this beast, and the mass kept coming as his lover turned around and displayed a simply enormous overfed beer gut. A thick pair of rounded moobs sat upon that belly, fat-covered muscles which looked all the larger with that excess mass. God, that face. While it had to be Sykes, there was no more intelligence in those beady eyes hidden beneath a dense, dark brow. Oddly, that porcine face seemed familiar to Riz.

"Hurr, dere you are pa! Were we playing hide n' seek?" The massive beast snorted, rolling around a hooved finger deep into his belly button before taking a sniff. This caused the boar's massive snout to open slightly as drool dripped out around those jagged, yellowed and sharpened tusks.

"What, hell no boy! I want to know what the fuck you did to me...us!" Riz's member instantly snapped to attention at seeing what had become of his once almost feminine lover, betraying his feelings. This boar was a real man, and something told him that the smaller yet fatter hog was in charge of this well marbled side of pork.

Still, he was feeling... tired. Even more so then before. While he had been on his hooves for a while, he hadn't yet realized his browned bristles and body hair was starting to grey.

"Durr, what cha mean pops?" Sykes looked at him blankly. This was going to go nowhere. The boar was just far too dumb now. Riz was going to say something, but the massive beast continued. "Hurr, you smell good tho pa." An idiotic grin cracked across the brutish face as the massive beast quickly hurried the flabbier hog back to the couch, where the younger boar suddenly pressed his hoggish snout into the older porker's sweaty, hairy pit.

"Ga...Gah..." Riz was almost tackled onto the large sofa he had just previously escaped from. Happily, at the very least, it seemed reinforced enough to hold both men's newfound girth. Worse, he found he was enjoying his boy's...boyfriend's, he had to mentally correct himself, newfound shape, lust, and enthusiasm. As much as he hated it, it felt amazing.

"Duh, snort, pa you smell good." The aging hog wondered if Sykes knew he was repeating himself, then remembered the once-intelligent rat probably couldn't read much anymore. Riz brought his hand up and started to down a beer that seemingly had appeared there. Belching, he began to lay back. There was nothing he could do now. No way to stop the changes. He let loose a rather rank fart which confused the brawny hog rooting around his pit for a second. That watch now clung tightly against his bloated, hairy, sweat stained arm.

As clumps of his greying hair began to recede, the almost forty-year-old hog let out a belch. If he was going to have to live like this, at least he was going to have some enjoyment.

"Ugh, fucking Hell. Alright. Boy, pa need's his dick sucked something, snort, bad. And get me a burger." Riz's eyes shot out wide as the moment he said the word, a massive, greasy dripping burger was shoved into his snout while he felt his boar's maw exploring his heavy, sweaty, damp balls. Sykes started to lap at the leaky faucet the ageing boar's cock had become, sniffing and snorting as he rooted around the musk-heavy fupa. "Ah shit." The former snake snorted as he continued to messily eat the burger, downing almost half a can of beer after every few bites. Oh, this wasn't bad. It was not exactly what he wanted, but it appeared he was at least financially secure and there were...worst things. "URRRRRP, boy. Turn the fuck arround, Pa need yer..." The elder hog almost finished instantly as he let out a squeal. The moment he said turn, the dumb muscle boar hidden beneathe his immence, sagging gut hastily turned arround and impaled himself on the pig's rock hard, drool-stained member.

The now fifty-year-old pig finished the burger fast as he gripped the cushions. He hadn't needed to thrust at all, because his boar was jackhammering his tight bubble butt right into his hard member. It was all he could do to hold off exploding instantly because he wanted to hold off for as long as he could.

It turned out not to last long, because soon enough both hogs let out massive grunts, unloading their yellowed, chunky seed. Riz filled his brute son while Sykes drenched the hardwood floor with a river of cum. Thanks to their new balls, both orgasims lasted minutes, ending with a massive sweaty older hog on the couch and the big dumb brute face first and rear on the floor, tongue hanging out of his maw.

It was at this point that the watch decided to unhook itself from Riz's wrist. The older pig composed himself and saw the cause of his new form to finally be gone, he rolled his eyes. "Fuck it." Grabbing another burger, he decided how long it would be until Sykes came back around. He was horny once more.

My friends, thus they lived happy endings ever after.