Smoked Pork

"Come on dude, you know I don't like surprises, Eric." I smiled as James opened the box.

"Yeah, but I found an, interesting new site bo- er, dude." Had to catch myself there. This new bod comes with some pretty intense instincts and one can fall into them if you're not watching yerself, ahem, yourself.

Of course, the skinny black-haired boy I call a friend doesn't notice anything different. Part of the spell you see.

"Huh, an actual corncob pipe, all natural too. Briar, right? Wow, looks old. This an antique dude? And whoa, some very good tobacco." His eyes widened slightly as he takes a sniff at the 'bacco while I put my bulky arm around his shoulder. I'm positive he felt a difference; his eyes glazed over slightly as a smirk came to my snout.

"'Course I got you the good stuff, ummm, dude. We're bros." Have been for years and hopefully for years to come. It's why I'm letting him use my "special" new pipe.

Me and James met at college, bumming cigs off each other. We always we big fans of tobacco and pipes but while the boy was straight as an arrow, I always fancied myself growing up to be a daddy.

Now fast forward to about a week ago when I found the most interesting of sites on the net. Sold honest to god cursed items, including, ahem, said new pipe. Now I'm not going to spoil all the surprises, but you might be able to at least figure what it made me, and unless you're privy to the curse, you kind of forget you were anything else. Normal people just see us as we wish, which meant James saw me how I used to appear.

Shrugging off my arm, he didn't even wait as he moved to sit on the leather recliner of our apartment.

I sat in the sofa across from him, keeping a poker face. The boy knows me well and I didn't want to seem too over eager.

"You know, babes prefer dude who smoke a pipe. Makes them think you're much more sophisticated and stuff." I chuckled as he added the "and stuff." He gave me a conspiratorial wink as if he was imparting the wisdom on the cosmos on me. Yeah, well, after a few fine puffs, your thoughts on that might change, "dude."

I was also a mite proud to watch James pack the pipe correctly. Not too tight on these things, you want to give the tobacco some room to get a nice smoke on. Hmm, although he is making a mistake.

"James. Hold up a bit." I stop him as he grips his lighter. Pulling out a pack of matches from my pocket, I throw them to him.

"Pipes need a better light. Gotta treat 'em right." I grumble, sitting back down a bit more tenderly. Heh, this body does have a few more aches at this age.

"Always heard it doesn't matter but hey, it's your present, dude." James raised an eyebrow at me as I leaned back in my seat, watching him light the match, slowly bringing it to the pipe, setting the tobacco to a nice slow burn. While the dried stuff was always smelled good, it didn't really show its true self 'till you get it lit, and boy I almost wanted to snatch the pipe back for myself.

"Mm, that sure smells like some good stuff I bought ya..." And it did, making my snout water for a good smoke myself, but he gave me another eyebrow raise as he stopped just before taking his first puff.

"How the hell do you smell it from over there." Damn this sniffer.

"Just really good, you know." Just shrug it off, Eric.

"This isn't some joke powder in here, going to blow up on me if I smoke it?" My eyes opened wide as a hint of anger tried to creep into my voice. I was a bit of a prankster in my younger days... well, last week, but I'd never play with a good pipe.

"Come on bo- bro. I wouldn't do it to yer first smoke. If ya want, I'll take a few puffs." I put my hands up innocently. Well, it was the good stuff, ya know.

My dark-haired friend glared at me for a few as the cinders of the tobacco went out without him providing any air. Luckily, he sighed, giving me a dirty look before relighting it once more. I waited with bated breath as I watched him bring the stem to his mouth. Just one puff was all it took.

There it was. He did a good job, too. Took it nice and slow, savoring the flavor, puffing but not inhaling it.

I smiled and sat back. While I wasn't able to have the pleasure of watching myself change - we don't have a big enough mirror - I sure as hell was going to enjoy James's transformation.

"Mmm, whoa, this stuff is the shit, dude..." His eyes seemed to glaze over a bit as he fell back into the rich leather of the recliner, softly smoking the pipe in his mouth.

It was the nose. If you didn't know my friend as well as I had, you wouldn't have seen much of a difference but it was there. The slight upturning of the sniffer, the enlarging of the boy's nostrils. Well, I can honestly say I licked my chops in anticipation.

"I mean seriously bro, did you cut this with something because it's making me a hella mellow." A lazy smile spread across James's face as he spread his legs wide, his free hand scratching his belly.

"Nah, you know, that's just what happens when you get some really good tobacco matched with a damn good pipe." I grinned as I noticed the top of his ears coming to a small point.

I soon had to place a pillow between my legs at that moment to hide my own growing erection. Trust me, I wanted to take the boy there and then, but I knew he had quite a bit of changing left.

The transformation was progressing at a slow and steady rate, nothing too fast. I wondered if it was intentional, matching the changes with the speed the man was smoking . And by god was the boy enjoying it.

As a dense five o'clock shadow slowly descended around his face, that's when I began noticing other changes.

His body was putting on some much-needed meat. James wasn't exactly a scrawny twig before or anything, but there was certainly some growing muscle under those clothes, probably soon to be matched by equal parts bulk.

In fact, his t-shirt was also starting to ride up slightly, both from the added weight as well as from his constant itching, and I could see why. The beard wasn't the only body hair James had been growing. It seems a pelt was spreading down his body but I knew it wasn't even his real hair yet, just the thick, dark over coat.

"Heh, you do seem to be enjoying it, think you'd be up for a brew? And the good stuff this time, none of that crap you like to drink." I made a point of that as I headed to the fridge. He gave a halfhearted shrug. I don't think he cared at this point, as I saw him slide a hand down his pants.

I made sure not to lollygag much too much in the kitchen, grabbing the six pack quickly so I can take my seat back and enjoy the show. Heh, wow, lollygag really? Damn, that spell musta changed my vocabulary more than I thought.

I grinned and popped open two brews before coming back, handing one to James before sitting down. I left the rest of the pack right next to him because I know I was hella thirsty during my change.

After watching him take another, much deeper puff, my smile grew as he took a draught of the beer, letting out a large belch.

"Ugh dude, that was a good one eh Bubba? Hmm?" James game me a large grin, patting his much larger and more solid gut as I caught the glint of some white in his closed smile.

There we go, the start of some real tusks, but what'd he call me? Bubba? Eh, why not. I tipped my own brew to him before he went back for another puff.

"Geeze, feet are just sore today though dude... gotta get these clodhoppers off you know?" I smirk. His choice of words seem to be changing, never heard him use that expression before as I watched him lazily kicking off his shoes and socks, having a little problem thanks to his growing gut.

"There we go." As he moved his larger and more bulbous hairy arm away, I got a good view of his feet. His toes were already thickening, merging into two thick-nailed trotters as a nice dusting of brown furred hide began working its way up James's more muscular thighs.

Downing the rest of the ale my buddy let loose another impressive belch before sticking his hand back down the front of his pants. God damn it, why the hell do you've got to tease me so much. I don't know if the changes have even made you interested in me, besides, I don't wanna start anything 'till they're all done anyways. I really hated how he was making me feel all hot and bothered.

Luckily for me, my concentration was broken as I heard the first sounds of fabric starting to tear. It was probably the seam of his ass, filling my mind with quite a few lewd images. His thighs were already straining before, so those were the next to start tearing apart, the frayed cloth revealing thick, chocolate hide. My eyes moved up to the growing bulge in his crotch, my snout once again salivating.

Interestingly, James was ignoring the fact that he was bursting out of his clothes. I wasn't sure if he just didn't care or if it was part of the pipe's spell, but he seemed oddly all right with it.

He was groping himself constantly now. His voice boomed as it grew deeper; he continued to take long slow puffs from his pipe.

"Fuck Bubba, urrrp, this is the life you know. Just hanging out with your brothers, being real men. Heh, you know, I'm not even sure we need chicks sometimes." He slaps his belly as the thick brown hide begins to cover the exposed beer gut, the darker hair above looking even thicker as it forms a treasure trail.

I have to move my eyes back up to his face now, otherwise I'd be concentrating straight on his crotch and damn it, he's still not even close to done yet.

The tusks are much more prominent now, which were causing their own issues. While the pipe seemed to fit perfectly, beer was spilling down the sides of his lips, making the man use the back of his hairy arm to wipe away the liquid.

"Heh, damn, must have a drinking problem eh?" He let out a snort, and I mean a real one. Not some pansy human noise. Talking about a full on manly boar snort, and damn if that didn't keep my rudder going strong. Had to replace the pillow because I was sure even with the haze of the change and the curse, my boy would have noticed that tent.

The beard had fully gown in at this point, short and relatively well kept. It covered some of his cheeks and flowed down to his chin, making a cute little tuft. It was at this point that I noticed his face had begun to press out, the nose turning upwards further finally forming a proper snout.

His ears had long since migrated to the top of his head, sticking straight up. They didn't flop over like some common pigs - no, them were some real boar ears.

Oh yeah. And if I hadn't already been riled as it was, James took a deep puff and I watched a few thick lines of smoke lazily flow out of his enlarged nostrils and around the sturdy white tusks expanding on both sides of his snout.

It was at this point he decided to take a nice long stretch, which was the undoing of the rest of his clothes. His new muscled arms moved up; the back of his shirt gave way with a rather loud rip, exposing his thick pet over his heavy chest and ample belly. His pants similarly were in tatters, giving in and simply fell apart leaving a massive, full anthro hog before me. Leaning back, he gave me a good view of the new him as he gave his growing gut a good scratch.

The changes weren't quite over yet, though. While I gained a few years myself to about thirty-five, it seemed the pipe had other ideas for James.

He was aging rapidly before me. That clean chocolate beard was starting to show flecks and streaks of grey, while those vicious-looking tusks began to yellow slightly with age. Strangely enough it only made the massive boar in front of me even larger, as more muscle and fat seemed to pile onto his body evenly.

There was one thing that did seem to be to be dwindling, however. My boy's - well, can't really call him a boy anymore can I - Jimmy's hair was starting to vanish.

The full head of hair that he had just a few minutes ago, was slowly thinning before my eyes as the hefty man continued to grope himself. Soon enough the luxurious dark hair he was proud of in his youth had been reduced to a salt and pepper horseshoe fringe encircling his head. Luckily there was that furry pelt underneath but then again, I'm not sure Jimmy cared anymore.

As the changes slowed, I finally felt it was time to look down at what my new boar was packing and I was not disappointed. I licked my lips, seeing the boar rub two round orange-sized orbs in his hand.

"Heh, boy, likein' whut yo' see?" I saw his yellowish tusks bite a bit harder onto the pipe's bit. He must of decided then to spread his legs to allow me to get a nicer view of his thick member. His voice boomed now, full of gravel from what was most likely years of smoking at this point.

"Quite a bit... dude." I had to get that last dig in. Either he ignored it or just didn't get the idea anymore because my pal didn't seem quite as intelligent as before. Even his eyes appeared a bit dimmer as he patted the seat next to him.

"Well then getcher ass on over hyar. This hyar bacon need some lovin'." There was no need to ask me twice as I got up, my back cracking a bit for my own age. God damn I was in love with this new accent my boar was spouting.

As if I wasn't already leaking into my pants enough, as soon as I got next to the big boar, who promptly put his large arm around me, it was the smell. That glorious combination of odors that my own snout should have caught long before, unless they hadn't of started until now.

How would one describe it? Well there's certainly the spicy musk of a boar in there. Those balls put out a nice deal of testosterone and hormones, ya know? Then there's the potent yet sweet scent that only a pipe smoker can exude. And certainly, the smell of good ol' fashioned ale on his breath. There was also something else, but I just couldn't quite put my digit on it.

"Urrrp. Wal now, hyar we are, all nice an' comfy together eh boy?" Jimmy let out a room shaking belch, giving his pot belly a nice slap.

Boy? Well, guess he is older than me now. Jimmy gave me a perverted grin as he slid his beefy arm out from behind me and slowly down the front of my pants.

I let out a deep snort, not intentionally mind ya. Didn't quite expect that, but I spread my own legs wide for him. Better access, you know?

"Ugh, pa, you know how to, urnk, know how to make a big man feel welcome. Just wish I could join ya in a smoke." My own hands were in need of something to do so they began to stroke the thick pelt of salt and pepper chest hair Jimmy had, stroking it down around that gloriously ample belly as he continued to roll my family jewels around like billiard balls. Ugh, I was just imagining what it be like to get this good of a massage if I had my own pipe.

"Whut in tarnation is yo' talkin' about. Yo' knows ah keep mah colleckshun in arm's reach fo' when I have visitors, boy." I took a look and realized the apartment had changed. There was a lot of older furniture around now, and an antique coffee table filled with a large pipe holder in right there in front of me. Seems like the pipe's changing a few other details before all is said and done. Didn't do it with me, but maybe it's because I got ta keep my memories. Still, I don't mind one bit. Fits Jimmy here fine it does.

I don't even think, lazily gripping one of the better pipes that were within reach. Groping inside my back pocket I quickly pull out my own tobacco and matches, filling the bowl and packing it down as Jimmy continues to rub my nethers. That's when I realized something.

It was about the smell that I just couldn't quite place before but it was quickly becoming clear. The new Jimmy might be older and gruffer, but he was fawning over me and my balls like he probably eyes a turkey dinner. He's greedy, hungry, and I think that my new "Pa" might just prefer playing catcher if you know what I mean.

I lean back, shifting a bit to test it out and sure enough, the big older boar scrunches in closer as I start puffing away.

"Heh, can't git away from me that easily boy. Hey thar, reckon yo' kin give Pa a nice long kiss?" That confirmed it as I got a needy look in the older man's face.

"Eh sure, why not? But you know what, how about after words you and me go to the bar and..." I didn't even finish as I felt the bigger boar drop his weight on me. Our snouts pushed together as his tongue entered my mouth, tasting my own beefy tusks. The sweet taste of pipe smoke, beer, and ash on his breath only served to further my own lust.

We stayed like that for a while, writhing, snorting, grunting in pleasure, the cinders in our pipes going dark as we gave into our own animalistic desires until I decided that was enough, well for now anyways.

Pushing back Jimmy I, gave him a grin.

"As I was saying Pa. How about you and I go down to the local bar and initiate some new boys into our little group. And bring your new pipe. I'm sure a few of them want to try a few puffs. But first, we got to get some clothes on ya." As much as I enjoyed looking at all that man before me, people would still see a naked husky man walking down the street, so we had to have some decency. At least till we got to the bar.

So I took one last look of that ample boar ass as he hefted his bulk up to his room, his tail waving back and forth. Oh yeah, me and Pa are going to have our own sty before this day's done.