Porked!
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Porked!
By William W. Kelso
I pulled over by the side of the road and rested my forehead on the top of the wheel. How the hell can it be overheated, I thought angrily, it's only six months old! AND a Mercedes! German engineering my ASS! Probably made in Taiwan or something. With a resigned sigh I opened the door and got out, and staggered from the heat, my God, it must be 105 degrees! And my $500 business suit and leather Italian shoes were not made for hiking down the side of the road. I thought I'd save time taking a shortcut, but guess again Einstein. I kicked a tire; ouch, stupid car! I tried my phone again, but no bars of course. Hell, I didn't even have a hat! I was so going to be sunburned, and I burn like a lobster.
The man put down his binoculars and smiled; looked like another opportunity was presenting itself. That auto-overheat spell was paying off. He pulled out his phone and pressed the intercom button,
"Mike, we got another one, I'm going to pick him up. Be back soon."
"OK Pa, I'll get ready."
God it is fucking HOT, I thought, as I started walking down the side of the road. I'd left my coat in the piece of shit called a car, and already my silk shirt was drenched in sweat, its' ruined, I thought. Damn shirt cost $125.00 too. I looked up and down the road and nothing, the only sign of life I could see were some large metal looking buildings in the near distance, but I did see a dust cloud heading my way from the same location, and as I watched a pickup turned onto the blacktop.
He pulled over and looked at the man standing by the side of the road. City feller he thought, no one else in their right mind would wear those kind of clothes even driving around out here. Meant he was probably from far away, which was good. He lowered the window, and said,
"Hey Mister, need some help?"
Der, I thought, of course I needed some help! "Yeah, car overheated, I replied, can I borrow your phone to call for a tow?"
"Wouldn't do no good, can't get a signal way out here, the man said, why don't you come up to the house and you can call on the landline?"
Great, I thought, but it's not like I had a choice. "Yeah, OK, better than nothing. Thanks." And hopped in the truck, it was nasty, but at least it had AC.
He pulled up in front of the main house, and invited his 'guest' to have a seat on the porch in one of the lawn chairs while he went to 'get the phone'. Didn't invite him inside because of the dogs, "Don't want to get hair all over those pretty pants now, do we?"
I leaned back in the chair and tried to calm down. If I was late for the meeting it would blow the whole deal, and I'd lose my commission, a cool 1.5 million. Damn it. The firm had bought out a floundering factory, and that was my part of the bonuses from the sale. We were shutting the place down and cashing in the assets and retirement accounts. If it worked out I might still have time to get there if I could get a rental in the next couple of hours. And where the HELL was Farmer Boob anyway? How long did it take to get a phone for Christ sake?? Oh, here he comes now.
He mixed up the tea, adding a special ingredient to his 'guests', and stirred it in thoroughly. It would make the tea a little sweeter, but not much. Otherwise it was impossible to detect. They were getting low though; have to send to Circe for some more.
"Sorry Mister, he said, my boy's got the handset with him, but he's bringing it right now. I made up some iced tea for us; it's a real scorcher today."
Oh fucking great, I thought. And tea? What, no beer? What a dump. But at least it was cold. I drank half of it in one gulp, and held the water beaded glass to my forehead. Man that felt good.
The man smiled, it was always so easy. Not long now.
Suddenly I felt my guts heave, and leaned forward and burped. "Excuse me!" I said in embarrassment; that was nasty! They heaved again and I moaned, man that hurt!
"Finish your tea Mister, the man said, that might help, you might be getting heat stroke."
Yeah, maybe, I thought, certainly was hot enough, even in the shade, I had sweat pouring off of me. I tilted my head back and drank the rest of the sweet cold tea, and as I lowered my head another convulsion hit my guts and I fell off the chair with a moan.
"Good boy, the man said, drinking all of it will make it quicker and less painful. Now let's make you a little more comfortable." He got up and bent over the helplessly writhing man and started stripping him.
"What, what the hell are you doing??" I moaned as the man started taking off my clothes. He took off my shoes and socks first, and while I struggled feebly he pulled off my pants, then my boxers and shirt leaving me naked. "Stop it! I moaned, call a doctor, I'm sick!"
"No you ain't, the man said, it's just the spell, you'll feel pretty bad until it's over I'm afraid, but don't take long. Just lie easy and it will be less painful, fighting it just makes it take longer and hurt more."
Spell, what the fuck is he babbling about? I thought, the fucker must have put something in that tea! Oh my God, he poisoned me! "Please, I gasped, I've got money, get me a doctor! I'll make it worth your while!"
"Sorry Mister, not interested, the man said, besides, too late for that. Now just take it easy."
The pain had moved from my guts into my whole body now, my arms and legs started cramping horribly. My legs were the worst, I could feel my muscles bunching and convulsing, and with a moan I tried to sit up to massage them, and then just stared in confusion. My legs were cramping all right, I could literally see the muscles as they twisted and twitched like cords under my skin, but my legs were changing shape too! They were pulling up and shortening, and my toes were growing together, the nails thickening and turning black! What the fucking HELL???
"What the FUCK is happening!" I screamed.
"Now, now, don't get all riled up, the man said, just let it take its course."
As I stared with my eyes bugging out in disbelief other changes became rapidly apparent, for one thing my cock and balls were disappearing, being pulled into my body. My balls sank into my crotch, and my penis soon followed. Whimpering I felt the now slick bare spot where they'd been, and then suddenly it swelled into a mound and a slit opened in the center, then parted to reveal dark pink slick...lips. And my breasts were growing, had now become fairly large, and nice, tits, with huge nipples. And itching and tingling on my stomach announced the formation of more breasts as large nipples pushed out and started growing as they swelled. In horror I rubbed my crotch, and gave a moan of pleasure. Oh shit, that's a, a PUSSY! I have a pussy and TITS, EIGHT of them!! And, and HOOVES!! Which had grown to replace my feet while I'd been staring at my new sexual organ.
"AAAAAHHHHHH!! I screamed, what the FUCK!!!"
"Yep, that's a nice juicy twat you got there, Old Gus will love that." the man said, sitting back in his chair and drinking his tea.
Something was wrong with my face now, and reaching up I could feel my jaws and nose pushing out into a flat...snout. I looked at the man in horror, and said,
"What the FUCK is happening to meeeee? What did you do to meee, squueee, you sick FUCK!"
"Now, now, mind the language, the man scolded, don't want to make your new owner mad now, do we? As to what I did, I cast a spell on you. You're turning into a pig, a sow I'm afraid, don't need any more boars right now. It's what we do here, breed pigs and we always need new stock."
I looked at my hands in horror, my fingers were going the same way as my feet and becoming hoofs, my arms cramping horribly as they changed shape. My vagina had gotten larger and slowly moved out of sight as it slid farther down and onto my rear, and my tits had become large floppy dugs with thumb sized rubbery nipples. I could see my snout now, short tusks jutting up from my lips.
"Pleezzzzz, I moaned, sqquuweeee, make it ssstop, pleeezzzz. I have, sq uweee, money, I'm, snort, rich!"
"Sorry, the man said, can't be stopped. And you ain't rich no more; you're just a pig now, a sow. At least you will be soon."
He got up and squatted down by the weakly struggling animal, and reaching down began inspecting her. Nice full dugs, big pussy, strong back. Yep, prime breeding stock. Time for the last step.
"But, squuweeee, why???" I squealed, weakly kicking my legs, all four of them. I felt my skull suddenly shift, change shape, My body swelled and became rounder, and it was over. "Nuuu, Snort, squuweeeee, snort!!"
"Nothing personal, the man said, but this here is a pig farm, and we need pigs, especially sows. Now hold still, this will hurt a bit."
The man took a small brand from his pocket, and speaking as short spell waited until it was glowing white hot, the pressed it to the squealing pigs flank with a hiss of burning flesh.
"With this brand do I lock the spell, and make thee my obedient slave." He intoned. "There, all done! Now we'll give you a few minutes to rest while my boy gets a place ready for you in the barn."
This, this isn't happening! I thought as I rested, my sides heaving as I breathed in the hot air. And the sick bastard had burned me on my rear, it hurt like an SOB.
The man answered his phone as it beeped, and listened. "Stall No. 6 is ready Pa, his boy said, should I get Old Gus ready?"
"Yep, I'll bring her up directly." The man replied.
He got up and slipped a collar and lead rope over the new sow's neck, and tugged on it until the dazed animal scrambled to her feet. "Come on girl." He said, as the pig docilely followed him, she had no choice.
I couldn't do anything as he put a collar on me, and getting to my feet I followed him in a numb daze. My damn tits were so big they almost dragged on the ground, and I could feel them swaying and jiggling as I walked, and it felt good. I was also aware of a pleasant warmth on my rear, and could feel fluids dripping down my ass. I wanted, needed, something. This is impossible, this kind of thing can't happen! I thought as I trotted after the man, my hooves tapping on the concrete. I'm, I'm not an animal! I'm rich, important!
The man led the pig to one of the several large tin barns behind the main house, and as he did other pigs in pens looked up with sad eyes, blue, green, brown, grey, as the eyes were the only thing that didn't change. Some grunted in sympathy for the newest sow, remembering they too had once been something else. He could smell the new sow's estrus, she was ripe for breeding. The spell had also included a fertility addition, she would be in heat constantly, all the sows were. They were kept pregnant and at full production as they were for breeding, not eating, and most were nursing piglets.
"Don't worry girl, he said, we'll take good care of you. No cares or worries, all you got to do is eat, sleep, and make piglets. Yessir, be a nice easy life." The man said.
I just followed, not paying much attention as he rambled, still not believing what had happened to me. I'm a pig, I thought, a pig! A GIRL pig! This CAN'T be real!! He led me into a large metal building and my hooves started clattering on a concrete floor, and at least it was a little bit cooler. I followed as he led me to a stall and tied the lead rope to a metal bar. The stall was very narrow, and the rope was tied so short I could barely move around. The floor was soft though, and covered in fresh hay. I raised my head and looked at him, pleading with my eyes. Please, help me! This is so wrong!
The man finished securing the sow in the breeding pen, and looked up as his son entered through another door. He was leading another pig, but this one was much larger and was a boar. A very aroused boar; and he grinned as Old Gus threw his head up and lipped the air with an eager snort.
I smelled the boar before I saw or heard him, and suddenly realized what the itching tingling need in my rear was. I could smell his lust, for ME! Oh God NO! With a squeal I started trying to get loose from the pen, but the lead rope and narrow sides made that impossible as I bucked and squealed. Oh God NO!
"Eager are you? The man laughed, yep, Old Gus is one randy stud, dang old boar is near insatiable, course he's got a spell on him to make him that way. He can service half a dozen sows in a day; several times each, but you're in luck, he's all yours for awhile. And here he is, rampant and ready! Time for the honeymoon, hee, heee!"
NOOO!, "Sqwweeeee!" I squealed desperately as the boar sniffed my rear. Please don't let him do this! I'm a MAN, not a PIG! I....oh GOD NOOOOO!! "Squuweeeeeee!" I screamed as I felt his weight slide onto my back, and something slick and huge slide into my dripping swollen sex, stretching it wide. Oh God, it hurt so gooooodddddd! He lunged into me, grasping me with his front legs, and I squealed and squealed in horrified ecstasy as the boar started fucking me. "Ugggggh, squweeeeee!" NOOOO, Oh, it felt so GOOD! Oh God, please make him stooooppp!!
The man watched affectionately as the boar mounted the squealing sow, and he gave the boar's heaving thrusting hindquarters an affectionate pat on the old faded brand. Old Gus was one of their first changelings, and one of the best boars. He could never get enough of the sows. He waited until Gus hilted, and then slid a bar behind his rump so he wouldn't be able to dismount even if he wanted to. The pen was designed that way to make sure the sow was thoroughly serviced and impregnated, no quickies, and he'd stay hard as long as he was in the sow, having numerous orgasms. He figured about two hours out to do the job. He squatted down and looked at the sow's snout as she squealed, her eyes rolling in horror and pleasure.
"Yep, Old Gus is quite the stud, ain't he? You two are going to get to be good friends over the next few hours. He's good for about a half dozen orgasms before he'll be finished. Now I'll give the two of you some privacy, I'd like to stay and watch, but it's too damned hot. I'll be back to give you two a break in a couple of hours, then put him back in with you again."
Please, I begged with my eyes, please make him stop! Oh God, this can't be happening! NOOO! Don't leave me, please! I thought. But the man stood up and left the barn as the boar kept fucking me with rapid powerful thrusts. And damn it, it felt GOOD! I'd never felt such pleasure, it was horrible and wonderful at the same time, and so very wrong. Suddenly he gave a deep grunting squeal and I felt something hot explode deep inside of me and it triggered my own orgasm, and I squealed in agonizing ecstasy. He rested for a few minutes, then with a grunt started fucking me again. Oh no, please, ohhh, please, make...him....stop! "Squee, squee, squeeeeee!!"
That was several months ago, and I raised my head as the man led a new sow towards the breeding barn, the confused and terrified animal following docilely, she had no choice. I wondered in she'd been a man or woman. Then I laid my head back down, my piglets eagerly sucking on my swollen sensitive dugs, and their little sucking mouths felt so good on my aching nipples. My swollen belly squirmed again, and I knew I'd be taken to the birthing barn again soon, and then the boar would be brought. I felt my aching needy sex get even wetter at that thought. I so love being bred, love the boar's weight on my back and his hardness inside my body. The ecstasy. I could hardly wait.
The End
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