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"Betty, I need to go to the spa. I fucking look like a pig with how much weight I've gained, I heard they can help with weight problems," Bob explained to his girlfriend over the phone. "You can't stop me now, hun. I'm already on my way." There was a lot of shouting on the other end, but Bob wasn't in the mood for it. "I'm already here I'll talk to you later," he said quickly before snapping his phone shut.

"Girlfriend problems?" a thin man from across from Bob said with a smile revealing yellowing teeth.

"I guess," Bob said as the bus pulled into the parking lot of the spa.

"I'm here for smoking," the thin man said with a wink, "but I guess you could guess that from my teeth. So you're in for your health?" he asked while glancing the heavy man over. "I could see that, but that's nothing on my smoking addiction. My doc said that if I didn't go on this spa trip I'd be dead within a year, and with those kinda odds you don't fuck around. I'm Steve, and you are?" he asked.

"Bob," the heavy man said as the bus slowed down.

The bus stopped in front of the spa that Bob had ordered a week's vacation at where he would get his weight under control, and be completely relaxed by the time he went back home. He had always been self-conscious about his weight, and with how kids compared him to the staypuft marshmallow man, he figured it was about time to start losing some pounds. "Welcome to Dingo's Health Spa we'll help you get your body under control in no time!" a peppy assistant named Tim said with a big smirk.

"My smoking too?" Steve piped up, and with how skinny and pasty white he was it wasn't a huge surprise that he wasn't noticed.

"Yeah," the assistant said as he led the two off of the bus. "Now if you wouldn't mind following me I'll be showing you two how we'll be treating you, and how within a week you two will be two completely different people."

"Sounds good," Bob grunted as he followed behind, and Steve seemed to be fidgeting with his pocket as he followed behind as well.

"Here are the mud baths, these are the main attraction of our spa. You won't be dipping in these until you two are ready to really sink away those habits, and that won't be for a day or two at the very least." Looking at the mud baths neither of the two seemed very attracted, and with how oddly empty the spa seemed it was a surprise to see it so well kept.

"I'm just kicking a smoking habit do I really have to get in those shit baths?" Steven asked with a look of disdain.

"Believe me," the assistant said with a smile, "you'll be a changed man once you leave."

"Uh huh..." Steve murmured in disbelief as he followed behind the assistant.

Bob glanced at the pools and noted how black they appeared, and if he weren't mistaken it smelled more like rubber than mud, but he didn't get a chance to reflect on it long as the other two were already leaving. "This is the food hall," Tim said with a peppy clap.

The smell of food in the air was intoxicating, and suddenly Bob found himself remarkably hungry even though he had eaten two bags of mcdonalds food before getting on the bus. "Wh... when's lunchtime?" he asked while his mouth watered.

"Right after our tour," Tim said with a wink and started down the hall once more leading the smoker and reluctant eater away. "Outside we have a smoking deck, and beyond that is a view of the nearby mud pits. It's where we get all our pristine mud from there, and don't worry before we bring it in we clean it up a bit."

"You clean mud?" Steve asked with a look of skepticism. "How do you clean mud?"

"There's a way," Tim chuckled as he started down the hall once more, but he didn't stop at any of the gyms or anything along the way. "That's all you two need to know about," he said with a grin as they walked right back into the main hall.

The pair looked at one another in disbelief and right back at Tim. "You're kidding me, right?" Bob asked with a quickly reddening face. "I hope you understand that I spent over three hundred bucks on a week here! I want to lose my weight not gain more!"

Bob and Smith didn't notice Tim's eyes turning gold as he turned back towards the hall leading to the kitchen. "Don't worry by the end of this week you're going to be a completely changed man."

"Why do you have a smoking deck?" Steven asked looking irritated as well. "I'm here to stop not so I can do it freely."

"Go ahead and smoke we'll help you with that habit before the end of the week," Tim assured them as they walked towards the kitchen.

The smell of food wafted right into Bob's nose, and he couldn't deny how delicious it smelled. For Smith he couldn't help looking out and seeing the smoking deck, and the pair found themselves being entranced by their vices. "I'll be right back," Smith said in a dazed tone as he walked out towards the deck.

"Sure," Bob said briefly as he walked into the kitchen, and set before him was a smorgasbord of food. He knew that he was on a diet, but... it was so delicious looking... He picked up a piece of chicken and took a small bite, and that was the end of any self-control that he thought he had. Piece after piece quickly flew into his mouth, and the food didn't seem to shrink at all as he ate piece after piece of the delectable meal. Tim walked back with a smile that seemed far too big for his face, and even then it seemed to get bigger as Bob ate a ridiculous amount of food.

Smith on the other hand came very close to having a smoke, and as he stood on the smoking deck he held a cigarette in his hand and very nearly lit it up, but he froze as he thought about why he had come. His doctor had told him that he would die if he smoked anymore, and if he gave in now... The cigarette dropped to the ground and he took a step back from the edge of the deck before digging out his package of smokes. "This is last package I'll ever hold in my hand," Smith promised himself before tossing it over the edge.

A feeling of relief set down on Smith's back as he realized that he meant it this time, and there was nothing that would break his resolve. "Time to start anew..." he muttered, "I bet I could get into a mud bath tomorrow and be gone by tomorrow night!"

Bob couldn't stop eating, and though it had been less than ten minutes he had eaten far more than he could've eaten in four hours. The thought didn't cross his mind though as he was too focused on eating, and he had gained an unhealthy amount of weight in a short amount of time. Tim chuckled to himself as he marked off on a paper that Bob was ready. Smith rushed into the kitchen and gasped as he saw Bob horking down the food. "Bob! Stop it man, you're supposed to be eating healthy and losing that weight!"

Looking shocked Bob dropped the food to the plate and looked at Smith in confusion before looking at his grease covered hands and shivered in fear and sadness. "Damn it... Smith, I was weak," he muttered in horror.

"Don't worry, man. We'll help each other," Smith said with a look of determination. "Shouldn't of Tim been stopping you though?" he asked before facing where Tim had been standing, but the assistant was gone.

"Weird..." Bob muttered before looking down at himself miserably, "I think I'm going to have to work out pretty hard to get this fat off..."

Smith laughed and nodded as he patted his friends now further elongated stomach. "Yeah that sounds good..."

Outside Tim grimaced as he marked on the paper that Smith was not ready yet. "Damn him..." he muttered angrily as he walked away.

***

It was early in the morning when Bob was nudged away. "Huh? Go away I'm trying to sleep..." he muttered in annoyance as he tried to turn over to get some sleep.

"Bob, you get to go into the mud bath. We have one all set up for you." Bob could tell by the voice that it was Tim.

"Why can't it wait until later? It's really fucking early, Tim." Bob was in no way a good morning person, and if the clock was right then it was only five in the morning.

"So you can enjoy it for all its worth," Tim explained simply.

There was a loud sigh as Bob laid there for another minute before he heaved himself up which was much harder after the prior day's eating binge. He pulled on a shirt and a tight pair of shorts and quickly stumbled after Tim. The assistant showed him to a larger looking mud bath that bubbled with the almost tar like substance. "It won't burn me, will it?" Bob asked.

"No it won't burn you, but I can promise that when you leave you're going to be a completely different man," Tim said with a confident grin.

Bob nodded a few times before he started to attempt to lower himself in to test the mud, but there was no choice as he felt a pair of hands place against his back and he was tumbling face first into the muck. Bob choked and gagged on the liquid, and as soon as he tasted it he realized that it tasted like pure rubber. Bob quickly found the floor with his feet and rushed his head above the liquid coughing it out. "T... Tim! What the fuck was that for?!"

Tim had moved a distance away into the shadows and there was a chuckle from him. "If you want to find out why don't you get out fat ass and ask me like a real man?"

He may of been fat, but he wasn't about to be called some sissy. Bob hauled himself out of the liquid with some difficulty, and as he got out he felt so heavy... he didn't notice that his clothes had changed. His shirt had changed from a nice shirt that had some random logo on it into a vest that didn't cover his belly or his nipples that had strangely blackened. His shorts had changed into a tight leather thong that bulged with his large cock in its pouch.

The closer to Tim Bob got the more he realized he had changed, and as he pulled his hand up to his face he realized that it no longer resembled his once human hand but now it carried a black latex sheen. "Wh... what the fuck?!" he shouted in horror as he realized that he had changed from taking a dip in the muck.

A squeal followed by a laugh came from Tim, and Bob couldn't help but look over to see Tim stepping out of the shadows to reveal a giant porker of a boar. His eyes pulsated an odd gold, and from his bulging thong he was anything but flaccid. "Heya Bob, looks to me like you're ready to become a member of the spa."

"What the hell are you?! What the hell are you doing to me?!" Bob asked in fear, and as Tim dug out what looked to be a rubber cigar from his ass he cracked a grin.

"Bob, I made you a promise about being a changed man when you left that bath. Look at you now..." Bob could tell that if Tim's weight were any indicator for how heavy he was now he must've doubled in size.

"Please help me..." Bob begged.

Tim thought about it for a moment before he lit the edge of his cigar and shoved it in his mouth and nodded. "Sure come over here and I can help you."

A flame of hope lit up in Bob's chest as he rushed over, and as he did so he roared in pain as Tim clipped a big nose ring right in his nostrils. "Ow! Why... why would you..." Bob froze as his eyes glazed over for a moment before turning a golden color just like Tim's.

Tim chuckled as he watched Bob become stockstill as the ring took away any will and memories that he had as a human, and admired the other boar's body. "Brian, drop your thong." Bob suddenly became Brian, and as such Brian couldn't deny the command so his thong dropped to reveal an impressive yet flaccid cock.

Tim's own thong was down by this point and he revealed that his cock had a big old piercing in it, and soon Brian had one too as Tim pierced it right through the other man's beefy cock. One moment it hurt like a bitch, and then Brian knew who he was. The nose ring had served as a washer for the new slave, and with the new cock piercing it had implanted the new sexuality of the boar, and with how aroused he was becoming around Tim's sexy ass he had become quite gay. He then dug a hand into his thong like Tim had and took out a cigar before lighting it up and shoving it in his mouth. "Damn good stogie..." he muttered as he blew out a black cloud.

Taking a look in a mirror behind Tim Brian grinned as he looked his hunky self. His hand had changed from a regular brown to a blue mohawk that fit so well with his black porky skin, and with all that sexy fat he couldn't deny that he was a mighty gay stud.

"Looking good there, Brian," Tim said as he groped himself.

"You are too, Terry," Brian said as he fingered his nipples. "I think my nips could do with some piercings too..." Letting out a deep snort he was more interested in his own nipples then Terry as he walked around and tugged at a small tail that had formed above Brian's ass, as he tugged on it the tail grew longer and longer until it was a big boar's tail with a bit of fluff at the end.

Terry snorted in laughter as he patted the other boar on the shoulder. "In due time, but first things first..." he gestured to the floor. "On your knees bitch," and like clockwork Brian was on his knees like a good slave. "Suck my cock you greasy pig," Terry growled in arousal.

Brian's brain had been programed with sexual knowledge, and he quickly picked it up as he started to give the other boar a blowjob. Up and down the shaft he went as he loved the rubbery taste of the latex cock, and how his pre was also a rubber mix. "So... good..." he grunted between breathes.

Terry could last for hours, but this was just a test to see if Brian was under their control, and since he was he quickly came though it was one of his weaker ones. "Brian, let's hop in the mud bath. I can show you a few tricks that I've learned." Brian grinned as he slipped into the mud feeling right at home as more rubber was packed onto his body, and Terry slipped right in next to him.

They no longer needed air as rubber boars, and that made it that much easier for Brian as he felt Terry's hand on his ass, and he lifted his tail naturally as his thong was tugged right off of his legs and left to float in the mix. The feeling of the cock entering Brian's ass was what he'd been waiting for since he felt that ring enter his penis. He shivered in satisfaction as Terry fucked him thus marking him as a slave Boar.

Terry knew that Brian was one of their weaker boars as he gave into his temptation so fast, but that didn't matter much to him as he would teach the boar to be the very peak of what it was to be a rubber boar. Stinky... fat... and gay. This time he didn't hold back on his endurance, and for an entire hour he fucked Brian in several ways using his mouth and ass. Brian kept on cumming, but with each orgasm it became easier to hold back.

By the time the pair climbed out of the pool with thongs back on their crotches they had both had their hunger satiated, and with Brian's lesson he wouldn't cum so easily any longer. "Now Brian, It's time for me to sign you up as one of our workers before we help Steve with his problem."

Brian grinned at Terry and winked. "I call dibs on his ass," and as the pair walked away they snorted with laughter.

***

Smith moaned in relief as he felt a wonderful pair of hands massaging his back. He must've fallen asleep on the massage table, but it didn't matter... the feeling of the well wetted hands and deep movements felt wonderful. He couldn't imagine it getting any better... and then he coughed as a large cloud of smoke was blown right into his mouth and nose. Hacking and coughing Smith tried to push himself up, but he was pinned down by the massaging hands. "W... what the hell?!" he screamed as he struggled to get up, but the hands were far too strong for him.

When he opened his eyes he found himself face to face with what looked to be a pig, and that nearly made him piss himself. "What the hell are you?!"

Brian chuckled as he watched his human friend struggle against the hands of Terry. "Smith, it's me your boar bud Brian. We're here to help you out of that dingy old human body of yours."

Even though his voice had changed a bit, Smith still recognized Bob's voice. "B... Bob?! What the hell happened to yo," but he didn't get to finish as another puff of smoke went right down his throat.

"Just be quiet, Smith. You've already started," Brian said, and what the human didn't realize was that Terry had been rubbing his bare back with the rubber goo, and it was making quick work as it soaked into his flesh and spread out to turn his flesh and organs into a rubber goo.

"Smith, they already fixed my weight problem. I'm happy being fat, gay, and I can't age anymore! Soon you'll be fixed up too, and you can smoke as many cigars as you want," Brian said with a grin as he blew more smoke up Smith's nose.

Where the man had been a stick earlier he was already putting on a lot of weight, and both boars were turned on by that fact as they watched the nasty white skin of the man turn into a much more attractive black luster. Smith's craving for smoking was growing and growing with each puff of the smoke, and as he found tusks growing in his mouth he couldn't deny how good the cigar in Brian's hand looked. "Brian, give me a smoke of that!" HIs hair changed to a blue mohawk just like Brian's as the boar shoved the cigar into his mouth letting him take deep whiffs of the corruptive stick.

Smith winced in pain as Terry moved down with his massage and started to tug around as his asshole spreading in the rubber. "Damn it, let go of me..." he moaned though his body didn't want to listen to his thoughts as it stayed motionless as Terry shoved one of his sausage like fingers into his anus allowing for the liquid to get into his ass. While Smith knew he wasn't gay there was no denying about how good the feeling of having his ass spread was, and at the same time all of his senses were hyper alert with how nervous he had become.

Terry moved back as he handed Brian two rings, and Brian knew exactly where to put them. He slid one right into Smith's nose, and after the initial wince of pain spread across Smith's face he watched as the man's blue eyes turn golden just as his had. "Shawn, get up and let me see that cock of yours."

Shawn quickly climbed to his feet revealing his own new black cock that had a larger girth than Brian's, and while Brian felt a slight jealousy he chuckled to himself knowing that he would be owning the penis soon enough. He piercied the newest boar with the ring, and watched as a series of expressions pass across Shawn's face as his new personality took hold. The boar grinned as he reached down and started to stroke his large cock.

Having not known about all of the fetishes placed into him, Brian was slightly surprised and excited as he noticed how big and slimy that Shawn's feet looked. Terry chuckled as he saw Brian bending over to kiss Shawn's feet. "Have fun boys, but before I go..." he reached over and pulled out Shawn's tail. "After you two sexy beasts are done come out so I can get Shawn signed up too."

The pair snorted in agreement as Shawn started to jack his meat off as Brian spent his time kissing and licking the other boar's feet enjoying both the taste and feeling of it.

***

Appreciating his new nipple piercings, Brian grinned as Shawn his new boyfriend as the boar smoked three cigars at once. "Damn hun, you're a fucking beast with those."

"I know, now why don't you give me a kiss? I have to go greet the new group of customers." The pair kissed for five whole minutes before breaking it off, and they had somehow "ripped" their thongs in the exchange but they just chuckled as Shawn appropriated a human form. "I'll be back as soon as I can," Shawn said before slipping out.

"I'll be waiting, stud," Brian said as he smoked a new cigar. His life couldn't be better with how happy he was to be so damn big and gay. Now if only that woman would stop calling asking for Bob, he didn't know anyone by that name and frankly she sounded like a real nag.

"Brian," Terry's voice came from behind him and as he turned Terry's cock was already throbbing in the open. "While Shawn is doing his job you're going to... help me out with my own problem."

A large smile crossed Brian's face as he stood up his leather thong falling to the floor. "Will do, sir." He quickly got to his knees and started to suck on Terry's cock as a third form stepped out from behind the pair, and though he like them was a rubber boar his eyes shimmered a red color.

"It looks like you two are having fun," his voice rang out in a deep tona.

"Master!" Terry shouted in excitement as Brian yanked his mouth off of Terry's cock and saluted to their master.

The boar was far larger than the pair of them, and with how horny he was looking it didn't look like either of them were going to be leaving without some sore asses. "You two are doing a good job, but..." He looked them over. "You need one more thing..." he pulled out two rings and slid them over the pair's ears, and both boar's groaned as their bodies started to give off an odor that seemed ungodly. The master took in a deep whiff and grinned. "Much better, now come over here and give papa a big suck..." The two slaves quickly got down to business, and as Brian sucked he found himself amazed by the fact that people would ever want another life other than that of enslavement to master...