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Marcus checked his watch to see how much time he’d spent hiking. It felt like it had been hours since he’d set off on the nondescript path through a small forest to clear his troubled mind. Somehow his watch was showing only an hour had gone by which didn’t seem right. So he tried his phone instead but he had no signal of any kind.

“I had wanted to get lost but not this kind of lost.” Marcus sighed to himself. He tried to peer up through the forested canopy above him. But he couldn’t see exactly where the sun was, much less any cardinal direction.

The path had appeared to circle back to where he had parked his rental car which presented an issue now that Marcus was wanting to get back to his rental car. His brain told him to go back while instinct told him forward. For most of his life it was the brain that he relied on for decisions, but doing that had led to his current soul searching and aimless life. That’s why today Marcus chose to listen to his gut.

Aged thirty-three, Marcus was a couple inches over six feet with broad shoulders and broad build in general. Marcus had green eyes, a beard of stubble, and a short brown crop of hair. He wasn’t conventionally fat but with years working long hours at a desk job as a programmer he was definitely out of shape. The physical toll was not as bad as what all those years did to his mental state. The enthusiastic person up until his early twenties was a distant memory of a person he couldn’t remember how to be. Made him question whether anything he’d done had mattered or been the right choice if it led him to quitting his well-paying job without notice. Also what led to him going on a vacation whose only real goal was getting away from it all. This led him to Europe and the past weeks driving around without any destination in mind but a propensity to be as far away from other people as he could get.

That day he’d spotted signs for a nature walk. Being such a lovely day Marcus couldn’t resist checking it out. It wasn’t much of a path at first but as it dipped into the forest and gradually plunged deeper he fell in love with the peaceful environment. A feeling that hadn’t faded when he decided to go forward; walking slowly to let himself soak in the surroundings.

The trail headed up a hillside that was littered with boulders, fir and pine trees, and the occasional bird. At the top of the hill was a rocky outcrop with a break in the trees around it. From here Marcus could sort of see where the path was leading. Much of it appeared to be more thick forest but he spied a few cleared acres ringed by a wooden fence. A sure enough sign that he was at least near human civilization. Further spotting a curl of smoke that you’d expect from a chimney.

With some encouragement fueling him, Marcus set off down the path in the hopes that it drew close to what he assumed was a farm. Farm meant people and if Marcus was lucky, someone that spoke English and knew the way back to his car. He reached the bottom of the hill and knew he was going in the right direction when he smelled fresh baked cookies wafting through the air. Soon the path curled towards the field he had seen from above to run parallel with it. Inside of the field were a pair of horses and a pair of donkeys from what he could tell. Then he saw the wood barn attached to the field and beyond that a log cabin. Marcus didn’t feel as lost as he did before.

The cabin and barn were built from materials from the forest and though they occupied a clearing they complimented rather than intruded upon the environment. The cabin in particular had a cozy, rustic look to it that Marcus felt pulled from some Medieval fantasy. Spying a cobbled pathway led Marcus to stray from the forest trail and towards the cabin with a red painted door. There were well cared for flower beds, vegetable and herb gardens, handmade wicker scarecrows, and the sounds of more than a few animals. Clucking chickens, oinking pigs, and the nicker of horses were also in the air. A bray in particular caught Marcus off guard as he noticed that a pair of donkeys he’d seen in the field wandered to the nearby fence to ogle the man.

Marcus waved at the donkeys while heading to the front door. He tried to glimpse inside through the windows but they were too covered in flower boxes to see much. So he hoped whoever lived here was a friendly sort that could speak a little English when he knocked at the front door. When he got no answer he knocked again, waited, and tried a third time. Still nothing.

“Guess no one is home. Weird,” Marcus figured with a shrug as he turned and headed back down the path. He didn’t notice the figure coming around the house towards him until he heard her voice.

“Can I help you stranger?” asked the bright eyed blonde woman as she plucked off her dirty work gloves. Her English was remarkably perfect to Marcus’s ear with just a slightly Bavarian accent.

“Oh hello! So there is someone that lives here. I hope I’m not trespassing but I’ve gotten a little, well…”

“Lost?” she offered with a strangely knowing smirk.

“Heh, yeah, you could say that. I hope I’m not trespassing or anything. I was just hoping for some directions if you happen to know the way back to the main road?” Marcus asked the woman, who looked no older than him, politely.

As he spoke the dauntless woman walked right up to Marcus. Herself just a few inches shorter than him with a muscled farmer’s body, hazel eyes, pale freckled, light sun kissed skin, and leather dirndl over a white cotton dress. She smelled of sweat and walnuts and appeared to be sizing him up before giving her reply. “I should be able to help you find your way. Hope you don’t mind if we continue this inside. Need to wash up a little myself. You look in need of a rest yourself,” she suggested.

“Guess I have been on my feet all morning so a cushioned seat would be nice,” Marcus said.

“Then follow me, dear. I’ve got plenty of room here for you. Don’t mind the clutter, I'm a bit of an unorganized mess,” chuckled the woman while waving for him to follow to the front door.

“I’m kinda the same way, honestly. My house is a total pig sty so no judgment from me,” he promised in his most congenial voice. “I’m Marcus, by the way. Thanks again for this.”

“Pleased to meet your acquaintance, Marcus. I’m Runeal and it’s no trouble. I don’t get guests very often in my neck of the woods. Been almost four years since the last one that strolled my way so I hope my manners haven’t rusted since then,” remarked the woman.

“Oh? That path not very popular or not many get this badly lost?” Marcus asked sarcastically as Runeal opened the front door.

“Both I think. Hardly a well traveled route, the one that leads to my front door. To reach it requires one being lost in life well before they even tread a foot into the forest,” Runeal ambiguously suggested. “But you’re lost no more, Marcus. Because I know where you are,” she winked.

Marcus didn’t get Runeal’s meaning and then became distracted by her cabin’s interior to ask about it. The room he found himself in was part foyer, part den, part kitchen, part office, and part sunroom. There were lots of boxes, crates, wicker baskets, jars ranging in size from mason to gallon jugs, tons of books, unfinished birdhouses, and occasionally a chair or two. The fireplace, stove, and kitchen was set against the far wall while the one to his right was mostly shelving nooks built around a bottle covered desk. Filling the shelves in their entirety were all manner of plants, antlers, and curious substances in finely labeled flasks.

All this stuff added up to a very chaotic first impression to Marcus. He followed Runeal meandering path through it all to a kitchen table that had been hidden beneath the mess. Runeal cleared some space by moving some sewing materials and grabbing the books out of one of the chairs.

“Please, have a seat,” invited Runeal.

“Thank you. I really mean that,” Marcus obliged. The wooden chair was hand made right down to the knit cushions which turned out more comfortable than the man had guessed.

Runeal smiled. “Don’t mention it, Marcus. I had a conversation not a week ago with someone about just that. How lovely that you would come by just a few days later. Would you like anything to drink? To eat?” she offered with one foot in the kitchen.

“Something to drink would be nice if you have it. I am a little famished but I’ll live,” he told her, not wanting to lean on her hospitality.

“Nonsense! When was the last time you ate?”

“I had a coffee and danish for breakfast but nothing since. But really, you don’t have to try and feed me. Just something to drink will be fine,” he said smiling.

“If you insist, Marcus. My offer stands though. Big fellas like you can’t function on an empty stomach in my experience. Now to drink I have water, tea, lemonade, prune juice, or milk. What’s your preference?”

“Water or lemonade sound best. Thank you.”

“Lemonade then. Just a moment!” Runeal’s movements fetching a glass and the pitcher were graceful considering her size and how little room to move there was.

“So you really don’t get a lot of folks out this way? Not even the mail or friends? You said you talked with someone last week so I imagine you must have some visitors occasionally,” suggested Marcus.

Runeal finished pouring and handed the cold glass of lemonade to him. Turning her back to him to wash her hands, she replied as she dipped her hands into a water basin. “When I said I haven’t gotten many visitors I should have been clearer. I don’t get many human visitors out this way. Others do occasionally come by but never unexpectedly. When they do it’s always people of your sort. The lost, the directionless, those searching for something they know not what,” explained Runeal with more of her odd speak. “And I was talking last week with Rosie who is most certainly not a person,” she snickered.

“Who is she then? Don’t tell me it’s one of the scarecrows I saw,” Marcus joked.

The woman laughed. “Rosie is one of my pigs and always up for a chat. I guess to someone from your side of things that might sound rather odd.”

“I’ve heard of farmers and pet owners doing that so it’s not too weird. So long as she isn’t talking back I think that’s normal behavior for most people,” he assured.

“Only oinks and the like from Rosie these days. Bet they’ll be a lot more once she learns we had a visitor. Farm is always abuzz when another wandering soul finds its way here,” noted Runeal casually while drying off her clean hands and forearms.

Marcus took a small sip of the lemonade to test and, finding it delicious, drank most of it. “That’s probably the best lemonade I’ve ever had. Homemade?”

“Of course! Glad you like it,” grinned his host. “So what brought you out here, Marcus?”

“Well, uhh, I was sort of lost on the trail and I happened to see to your fields and-”

“Sorry, no. I don’t mean that. I’m asking what brought you to take the trail in the first place? You’re not local. You’re not a hunter. You’re not a simple tourist. You’re something else and I’m curious what is,” admitted Runeal after interrupting as kindly as she could.

“Oh, that’s, ummm, that’s a more tricky thing to answer,” a wary Marcus said, his eyes drifting down to his feet.

“Answer as truthfully as your heart allows. I’m not the judgmental type. I promise,” Runeal told the man earnestly while leaning against the kitchen table right beside him.

His brain told him not to divulge too much to the woman he’d only just met. But when he looked up to answer the tranquility and warmth of her gaze Marcus couldn’t hold back. “I guess I’m just lost in life in general. With who I am, what I’m doing with my life, and all that. I’ve had success but it never gave me any real satisfaction. I dunno what to call it. I didn’t like my job, my house, my neighbors, friends, the person in the mirror, or any of it. So I quit my job and traveled hoping to have some epiphany or whatever to help put things in perspective. So that’s what brought me to your neck of the woods. More or less,” he said in what felt to him like one breath. He took a few more and added, “I’m searching for a purpose I guess. Literally and metaphorically since I feel like something is missing in my life.”

After listening intently Runeal put her hand over Marcus’s and squeezed. “I understand, dear. I know the sentiment very, very well.”

“Is it something you’ve personally struggled with?”

“Me personally? No. Not that I don’t have some problems of my own but I know who I am and what I want from my future. My experience is with others who told me similar stories of purposeless existences, unfulfilled lives, and no dreams to look forward to. They also never set out to find their way here but something inexorably pulls them here to my humble abode. Maybe because my heart sings for such wayward souls that draws them to me on some subconscious level. If that is the case for you then you should take heart,” Runeal said tenderly. “It means you were never truly lost. Just, confused.”

Marcus felt disarmed by her frank, heartfelt words. Even if he didn’t quite understand what she was getting at. “Didn’t know farmers out in the forest could be so…”

“Perceptive? Truth be told, Marcus, I’m not some simple recluse farmer. I’m what you’d call a witch. Not the sinister sort but solitary and preferring the company of animals to humankind. No offense intended to you,” she giggled.

“None taken. Most people are assholes. No argument there,” Marcus agreed. “So like, what sort of witch? Like with crystals and potions?”

“More of the nature magic variety of witch. Using real magic over the placebo effect,” a chatty Runeal told her guest.

“Real magic, huh? Know any spells that will tell me if I need a career change or find the love of my life? Or just eternal happiness if you have an elixir for that?” Marcus facetiously requested.

“In a manner of speaking, yes. I don’t have spells that could do that for every type of person, unfortunately, but for those who find their way to me? Like you? I do have magic for that. Does that prospect, intrigue you? And before you say it, yes, I know humans aren’t accustomed to believing in magic. Answer like you believe magic is real. Would you want purpose, love, and happiness if magic could do it?”

“If magic were real? And it could do all that without any ill effects or curses? Sure. Yeah, I would. I’d settle for just ‘purpose’ but if you’re offering a hat trick then definitely. I would be stupid to say no. I think most people would even if they did have it all figured out,” he assumed as he answered what he felt was a hypothetical question.

Pleased by what she knew was honesty, Runeal stood up full of energy. “I thought that’s what you’d say. I can’t speak to every person but I think everyone other man and woman who has found themselves in that chair would say the same.”

“And do you know if those people ever found it? You give them some sage words of advice and then send them out into the world with renewed spirits?” he asked with restrained hope.

Runeal nodded. “So many have. Clara, Blake, David, Janelle, Trent, June, Rosie…” she listed as her eyes drifted to the window. “I helped them all and don’t have to guess to know they’re all loving their lives. I’ve got a real knack for helping the lost, Marcus. It’s no coincidence you came knocking at my door. Call it fate or destiny but it’s not chance that has you exactly where you need to be.”

“I’m not sure I’m following you, Runeal. I’m not much one for destiny. I’d rather choose myself,” he told her in a shaky, uncertain voice.

Turning, Runeal was unconvinced. “A destiny can still have a choice, Marcus. Sometimes you must simply surrender to the current and let it take you where you need to go. There’s no use fighting. Nature knows best, as do I. When the time comes you’ll have choices to make and by then you’ll know what to do. I promise. Now, can I get you another glass of lemonade? Could I tempt you with some oatmeal cookies? Made them this morning so they’re fresh as can be.”

“Uhhh, sure. I could eat some cookies. Milk might go better with that then lemonade,” he suggested while trying to process the rest.

“Not a problem. Let me just take that empty glass and I’ll be right back,” she smiled with the man’s glass in hand already. She took it to the basin, washed it out, and set it in a drying rack before grabbing a mug from the cupboard. Next she left the kitchen briefly, disappearing from sight around a few large shelves. Runeal wasn’t gone long, returning with a plate of the cookies Marcus had smelled all the way from the forest. Distracting him from the small vial palmed in her other hand. “Have as many as you like. I always make too much anyway. Just need to pour your drink.”

“Thanks again, Runeal,” acknowledged Marcus as he took a bite. “Dang. These are really good. Starting to wonder if there is anything you can’t do.”

“I’ve never been much of a dancer,” Runeal shared while she poured.

“I wouldn’t sweat it. You’ve got other great talents to fall back on,” he affirmed, going for another cookie. “Also, did I hear you correctly before when you said you helped someone named Rosie? Isn’t that the name of the pig you talk to?”

“It is, Marcus. Can’t get anything by you,” she shrugged off as she gave Marcus his drink. “Here’s your milk, dear. With it I’ve got another important question for you.”

“Uhh, sure. Go right ahead.” He grabbed another cookie along with the milk. It wasn’t until he drank some of the milk that Runeal asked her question.

Runeal sat on the edge of the table this time, crossing her arms as she posed a most unforeseen offer. “Would you be interested in a position on my farm? The fact that you found me here at all tells me you would fit in well.”

The question made Marcus cough up his cookie. “Wait, what? Are you offering me a… job?”

“That’s one way to look at it. A job, a place to stay, company, romance, and most importantly for you, a purpose. Everything you were searching for right here at my farm. What do you say to that, Marcus?”

“That’s really, really nice of you, Runeal. Really. But a farm? Me? I’m not really cut out for that. I also can’t just move in with you or anything for lots of reasons. One being that I’d eat out of house and home if the rest of your cooking is like this,” he complimented to try and soften the blow.

“On the contrary, I think you’d fit right in after a short adjustment period,” assured the witch. “You wouldn’t be staying with me anyways. I would put you someplace with a lot more room than here I can promise. With more than enough food for a big fella like yourself. Don’t doubt yourself so much, Marcus. The others were reluctant at first too when I offered but they all understood in time. They often just need a little push to get there. You’re not much different, Marcus. I can show you,” Runeal offered tenderly to a thoroughly perplexed man.

“You’ve gotta be joking, right? Right?” Marcus asked in disbelief but she was serious. “Okay, you’ve been very nice and very welcoming, Runeal, but you seem to be taking this all in a… weird direction. I’m not knocking your way of life or anything, it's just, ummm, it’s just not really my, uhhh, my thing. Damn, is it hot in here or is that just me?” stuttered the man as a flush came over him. Which misattributed to the rising tension.

“Just you, dear,” she told him.

In a matter of a couple minutes the conversation went from warm to heated like Marcus himself had. He stood up but had to sit back down when dizziness spread from a tingling around his ears. “Woah, I feel strange all of a sudden. I think I have to, umm, go, Runeal. Sorry but I don’t think I’m the person you’re talking about. I’m not a farm person or, or, ugh. I think I’m coming down with something.”

“In a way you are, Marcus. That something was my doing, I admit, but with good intentions. It won’t kill you but you’re about to get that little push from me I was talking about. Your purpose is on its way, Marcus. I’ll be with you all the way. Promise,” Runeal happily reassured.

Marcus couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Y-You poisoned me? Are you, ack! Are you nuts?” coughed the man whose whole ears were aching now.

“Poison? Hardly. Merely a bit of herbal alchemy by a seasoned practitioner. You couldn’t even taste it in the milk,” revealed an unashamed Runeal. Her upbeat tone contrasted with his panic.

The feeling of crawling flesh spread over Marcus’s ears. A tingling sensation followed by a stretching around the sides as the cartridge altered the shape of ears in a painless yet abnormal way. Marcus could feel tips of his elongated ears get sharper while the edges curled. He hurried, took his phone from his pocket and turned on the front facing camera not expecting to see himself sporting ears fit for a pig. Something that became only more apparent at the tops of the ears flopped down and they rotated to face more forward. A lot like a Yorkshire pig.

Dropping the phone out of shock Marcus jumped back in his chair looking scared out of his wits. “What the hell? My ears, they’re… wrong! What did… you do to, to… to me?” he fearfully asked the witch while trying to back away from her.

“I gave you the push you needed, Marcus. You wouldn’t have honestly been able to consider my offer otherwise. I assure you what’s coming will be a pleasant experience, Marcus. You’re not the first person I’ve changed into a pig after all,” Runeal blithely explained with a savvy wink.

“P-P-Pig? No, that’s not… that can’t… I…” Words began to fail Marcus as the tingling left his ears only to spread elsewhere through him. His legs went weak at the same time he needed them to work. He tried anyway to make for the door but a tightness in Marcus’s pants that wasn’t there before caused him to trip into a thankfully clear part of the floor.

Runeal came over to the man to offer assistance. “There’s no more running from your problems, Marcus. Your feet already took you where you needed to be so there’s no need for this. Come on, let’s get you up and out to the barn,” she told him as she helped Marcus to his feet.

Scrambling up, Marcus pulled away from Runeal. “Keep away from me! You don’t know me! You’re a, a, a monster!” declared the man. His jeans were snugger than ever with a tingling at the base of his spine had Marcus scared for his life and running for the door. Every other step he tripped into something or knocked a basket over. When he reached the door he crashed into it panting from the heavy sweat he’d worked up. “Have to get out of here. I’m burning up.”

That skin crawling sensation flared up hard at the base of his spine. Within a few seconds it grew into something wriggling around in the seat of his jeans. Marcus did his best to ignore it but Runeal eyed the bulge in the back. She had a good view of his widening ass too which was encouraging in her eyes.

“You’re frightened, I get that. This is a potent transformation, Marcus, one that’s meant to help you. It won’t hurt, becoming a hog. Come now, try to calm down. I’m not your enemy,” Runeal avowed.

“Just, keep away from me!” Marcus finally got the door open and rushed outside. He didn’t get very far though when he tumbled down into a flower bed, getting dirt all over himself. “Fuck!” he groused, spitting out soil and stems.

“This is silly, Marcus. This isn’t the bad thing you think it is. The transformation can take an hour or two depending on how you act. After that you’ll have three days to see how a pig lives. After which time I promise you’ll turn back into the man you were if you choose it. But it’s happening, Marcus. You’re going to be a pig and whether you know it yet or not, you’ll love it,” the witch guaranteed from the doorway.

“Like I could trust any promise from you!” spat Marcus in addition to more dirt. He got up to his hands and knees which caused the seam in the back of his pants to rip open. Revealing his white undies and a curl of pig tail. Marcus’s eyes went wide as dinner plates at the sight of that tail. They got wider as twitching around his nostrils swelled to throbbing of his entire nose. Causing it to protrude more from his face while getting more rounded and wide. It took barely thirty seconds for it to look and snort like a pig’s. “My face! Please no! I don’t want… this to, to, to happen. Not to meeeEEEEEERT!”

The inhuman squeal was caused by Runeal’s gentle tugging of his newly sprouted tail. “It’s going to be an adjustment, Marcus, and you may not think it now but you’ll understand soon,” she assured as she knelt next to him. “If it’s your brain you’re worried about, don't. I’m going to leave that intact. You’ll still be Marcus in mind and soul. It’s the rest that I’m tending to. Sorry that I had to take matters into my own hands for this but mine are really the best you could hope for.”

“Best? My b-b-best isn’t being a, a, a, a pig, lady! I don’t wanna be an animal, please,” begged Marcus who couldn’t bring himself to believe it. The loose hoodie he had on was getting tight across his chest and stomach. He didn’t know if he could stand and was sure he couldn’t run. Everything Runeal was saying was getting through to Marcus and he couldn’t see himself ever being fine with it.

“It’s nothing foul about being an animal on my farm, Marcus. You’ll be taken care of, loved, fed, you won’t have responsibilities or bills or anything of those human troubles,” explained Runeal as she sat down in the grass next to Marcus. She continued in a soothing voice, “The other animals you’ve seen, my donkeys, my horses, the chickens, all were like you, Marcus. Wandering without purpose until finding my little corner of the world. Like you they were caught off guard by my offer and the sudden onset of my magic. Rosie, my sow, worried about the same things as you when her ears changed and that tail was poking from her backside. She ran and fell like you, except she did it where I’m sitting instead of one of my flowerbeds. We had a chat like this and within the first couple of hours she understood what I had been talking about. She, like the others, chose to stay animals, their minds intact, and has had a sty all to herself- until today. Would you like to meet her, Marcus?”

Marcus tried to answer but was afraid to open his mouth on account of several of his bottom front teeth getting bigger. The lumps behind his lips were easy for the witch to see.

“There’s no reason to hide anything, Marcus. There’s nothing to be ashamed or afraid of. Do I sound like I’m lying to you now?” Runeal earnestly asked the distressed man.

A desperate part of Marcus wanted to believe her. Staring down at his pig nose it was hard to admit anything the witch was saying had merit. He had no aversion to pigs but only saw them as dirty, smelly, and low. Much as he loathed being tricked, Marcus didn’t feel that Runeal was still misleading him. So he gulped down the lump in his throat and let his mouth fall open. Oversized incisors from his bottom gums well on their way to tusks. “I didn’t mean to, to fall in your garden. I’m just… scared,” admitted Marcus in a weak voice.

“It’s all right, Marcus. Nothing that can’t be fixed,” she smiled as she stood up and offered her hand to him. “Had you fallen the other way you’d fallen into my roses so I’m glad you didn’t get cut up.”

Putting his hand into hers he forced himself to stand. As fat as his waist, thighs, and ass had gotten, the actual length of either leg had shrunk so it was not easy. Runeal did most of the lifting and let him lean against her, head on her shoulders, as he gathered himself. “I’m still not, ugh, fine with what you did. But… I don’t think I have a choice but to go with you.”

“Every choice from here on out is yours to make, Marcus. You can choose to not believe me and you can choose, in three days, to go back to being a guy if that’s what you wish. I don’t think that will happen but there’s only so much words can do. You have to experience it to truly understand,” Runeal elaborated with a thoughtful wiping some drool on the man’s chin. “Nice and easy now. It’s just a short walk around the house to the barn.”

With the thought of belonging in a barn hard to take, Marcus said nothing and just nodded.

The pair made their way slowly toward the barn which was partially built into a hill. On the way they passed the vegetable gardens, a hen house, and headed up a ramp into the barn. Marcus’s shoes fell off his shrinking feet. Socks followed when he was forced to talk on his toes. Runeal made sure he stayed upright and always moving forward. Inside the barn was surprisingly cozy with a lived in feel. There were stalls, piles of hay, buckets of water, harnesses, and on the right a fenced in pen. It's there that the witch led her newest guest. The dirt floor of the pen was padded down and otherwise clean. It soothed Marcus seeing that while she sat him down against the knee high wood fence.

“Here we are. A much more proper place. Those clothes will have to come off, Marcus. You’ll be a lot more comfortable without them going forward. I can help,” offered Runeal who was already undoing his belt.

“O-Okay. I think I might be a little, uhhhh, ummmm,” Marcus stammered and snorted as he watched the woman working at his crotch. For the first time since things had started he was aware of the large bulge he had going. The more his fear and anxiety faded Marcus realized he was somehow aroused. He was less aware how much he was drooling as Runeal tugged off his pants.

“There we are. I bet that feels a lot better, doesn’t it?” Runeal asked while folding his torn jeans.

“Y-Yeah,” he said with a flush in his cheeks. He looked at a softball sized bulge in his underwear that had to be balls. At five times as big it was impossible not to notice. The sight stirred further arousal that had his unseen dick hard.

“The briefs are next. You’ll feel even better then. I take it you're experiencing some of the more pleasurable aspects of the change?” Runeal casually probed as she grabbed hold of his undies.

“I think so,” Marcus answered. Oinks already slipping into his speech.

The underwear had to be peeled off thanks to both Marcus’s fattened ass and the hefty set of pig testicles he now had. They bobbled for a moment then dropped down to the floor. His normal human endowment was erect and still human for the most part. Pink rolls of massing flesh at the base had created the beginnings of a sheath. It was surreal for Marcus to see it while intimately feeling it. Seeing how much pre-cum was oozing out the top triggered more snorts of embarrassment.

Runeal gave a short laugh. “There’s nothing to be ashamed about, dear. The magic is just squeezing out all of the human fluids so there will be plenty of room for hog seed. I want to get that cardigan off you along with the rest before you blow so hold still, Marcus. If you can try to raise your arms up for me.” The witch was straddling him and was just about ready to strip the last of his clothing away.

“I’ll try but, snort, you’ll have to, snort, have to be quick. It’s gonna, gonna…” He did what he could to raise his shrinking, plumping arms but could lift either arm higher than his shoulders. Things had shifted too much in his posture and frame to do much else.

Despite the man’s growing limitations Runeal made it look effortless as she removed hoodie and his undershirt in one motion. No sooner did she step away than Marcus’s orgasm hit.

“Ohhh, wreeeEEEEET! WREEET!” Marcus squealed in delight. He lurched forward all the way down to his stubby, fat hands where he landed with a heavy thud. Moving to all fours without thinking as the intense release kept coming. The man himself descended in fevered snort and squeals without thought to how loud he was.

“That’s it, Marcus. Let it out. Enjoy yourself. Forget about shame or not acting on instinct. Leaning into the hog, dear. It helps the magic work through you. Eases you further along towards that purpose I promised,” remarked the jolly witch. Who took the man’s possessions and put them in a wicker basket which she left next to the pen’s entrance.

In the twenty minutes that had seamlessly passed since unwittingly drinking his charmed pig’s milk Marcus had gone from fearful skepticism to surreal acceptance of at least a brief stay at the farm. The weirdness from the start hadn’t entirely been dispelled- watching his fingers merge one after the other until left with two hardening trotters was a hard thing to adjust to- but he was less afraid of what he was becoming. He’d never seen himself as a hog but it felt more right on him as he took on the shape. And the weight.

As he squirted out the last of his old semen Marcus arms and legs were near their final lengths and alignments. His torso was pudgy but his ribs and spine were getting more focus. Underdeveloped rows of teats grew in pairs up from his waist while his stretching rib cage moved down. Marcus’s skin was taking on a light pink complexion but it covered only half his body but was working to cover the rest of him. This left his face markedly between man and pig but the short pig’s snout had fully impeded his speech. More snorts and oinks were certainly slipping out.

“I thought this was a potent mix for you but you’re speeding through this, Marcus my boy. Can’t all be me though. Is someone warming up to their new position?” Runeal surmised easily as she stood in front of him.

Lifting his head was hard due to the human elements of his skull and neck but could still look up at her. “It’s not as, snort, bad of a thing. It’s only for, snort, a few days, right?”

“If you want it to be,” she maintained. Runeal motioned with her hand to follow as she moved to unlatch the pen door. “I’ll tell you this now so if you need to say something you still can. So listen carefully. As I said, in about seventy-two hours the enchantment on you will fade and you’ll be back to your old self. However, if you want to extend that time and take up the farm’s opening for a hog, you will need to do one thing.”

“What’s, oink, that?” he asked, following her to the door but hesitating to go in.

“You know how I said your mind stays intact with this spell? It’s true that it does but you must understand that it’s still subject to some instinctive feelings passed on by their body. Nothing that would override who Marcus was but would help you find appeal in a bucket of scraps, no shame in relieving yourself in the same place you wallow, which means a more porcine tuned senses. It will also alter your sexual nature; making a sow a more lovely prospect than say, me. All of that for me to say you will turn back into a man unless you have intercourse with our lone, and lonely, sow, Roise,” she confided as she led him into the pen.

“Wait, are you, oink, serious? I’m gonna, snort, wanna fuck a sow?” a flustered and fattening Marcus asked the witch.

“I wouldn’t put it exactly like that. You certainly don’t have to have it. You’ll have your wits to bury such notions if you want. You’ll just see a sow’s cunt, her dirty rear, and the rest of her and think she’s a supermodel. It’s subtle when the switch happens but you’ll know when you see her what I mean.” She knelt in front of Marcus to brush his old hair that had gradually fallen off then continued, “I’ll warn you that Rosie, in her six years here, hasn't had a partner since my last hog left for another farm a couple years ago. She never asked for one since and was happy to have the sty all to herself. The last few weeks have seen her interested in having some company. And here you come not long after and the same week Rosie’s been dealing with her own heat. If you catch my drift. I did tell her not to pressure you to do it that first time since I want you to make the decision. If you pop that cork I can almost assure you she won’t be so subtle.”

“Oh. Ohhhhh. Snort,” huffed Marcus when it sank in.

“I’m glad you understand, dear. If you are sure of your humanity as you said then you’ve got nothing to worry about,” promised Runeal as she stood up. After brushing dirt from her overalls the witch made her way out of the pen. Locking the door as Marcus waddled over behind her.

“Can I ask, snort, how many, oink, people have chosen not to stay, snort snort, on your farm?” Marcus asked in a ragged, deeper voice. Stiffness in his fattening neck made it hard to look up.

Runeal locked the latch shut then smiled down at him. “Zero.”

“Z-Zero?” he snorted. “None? Really?”

“Really. I told you that back in the house too. No one ends up on my farm that wasn’t meant to. It’s hard to accept at first that an animal’s life can be a fulfilling purpose to a person. That’s why the only way to know for sure is to take the plunge. They all are very helpful. I gave them the same push I’m giving you, Marcus. You’re going to do so well here,” she insisted affectionately.

There wasn’t anything Marcus felt comfortable speaking as he grappled internally with a pig’s future. “You’re not, snort, leaving mrreEEEEEEEEEEET- snort snort, leaving me? Right?” he oinked instead.

“I’m not leaving you, dear. Just want to put your basket of clothes on the shelf with the others,” Runeal explained with the basket in her arms.

“The, snort, others?”

From his limited view Marcus could still see the witch as she walked carefully to the rear of the barn where supplies were kept. On the back wall were three deep shelves with four baskets on the top two and three on the bottom. It’s made an even dozen when Runeal placed Marcus’s basket on that bottom row. Rather than return directly she meandered around grabbing a couple of metal pails and going to start filling them with water. With her taking her time the man’s transformation was hard as work.

“Never thought I’d, snort oink oink, I’d look so good, snort, chubby,” observed Marcus, his speech really starting to fail him. Soon as his ribs and spine were adjusted there was only his skull and neck to finish transfiguring.

Over the next ten minutes Marcus watched his snout pull further from his face. In the process spreading his eyes apart, sloping his brow and forehead down to be in line with the rest. All his teeth were changing just as his gums and tongue got the pig treatment. The stubblely beard was replaced with bristles on parts of his cheeks and near his nostrils. Marcus did his best to take it all in. Not easy when his eyes were being re-positioned too. Lots of drool, snorts, and oinks but no words. He tried to speak after the ten had passed but it was not going to happen. A high pitched, half-hearted squeal was his best effort now.

Runeal returned the pen carrying four filled metal pails, two with water in her left and two with feed on the right, without Marcus noticing. He became distracted when his arousal flared up just before she arrived thanks to catching a whiff of something titillatingly juicy in the air. On all fours he couldn’t see what had become of his genitals. Prompting him to gingerly flop on his side to where he twisted his head enough to watch his new twisted hog cock emerge from its sheath. The flesh had stitched it way up from his hefty balls to waistline. Getting it all out had Marcus dipping into those instincts whole he sniffed for that sexy smell in the air. Eventually over sixteen inches of porcine penis right to the spiraled tip. For a man that had never so much as looked at a pig’s genitals before Marcus was instantly enamored with himself.

“Things are coming right along for you, Marcus. I’m so proud to see it. I really am,” Runeael gushed having put down all the buckets just outside the pen. “A little more weight and a little more pig skin and you’ll be in the right size of Yorkshire to compliment Rosie. Speak of the devil, I think she’s got your scent, dear, and she likes it,” the witch insinuated while motioning to the side of the pen shared with the wall.

In the rush of transformation Marcus had never noticed the door built into the wall. Behind the simple latch door he could see shadows of another pig pacing back and forth. A whiff of the air from that direction was soaked with that hot, rousing smell that had first got his hog parts going. So he rocked and squirmed to get back on all fours but had grown longer and fatter than he’d realized. He assumed he was over three hundred pounds when a scale would have told him he was four-hundred twenty-five and rising. Proving more than he could handle.

Before frustration set in, Runeal was back in the pen with Marcus. With a few heave-hos the hog was back on his trotters. He spared no time tottering over to the wall that smelled so good. It brought his snout right up to the wood while on the opposite side he could see the sow, who had to be Rosie, doing the same.

“I hadn’t been intending to introduce you two so soon. But who am I to keep you pigs apart,” shrugged Runeal as she went to unlock the door. When she had the bolt ready to unlock, she gave Marcus a final reminder. “You barely lasted an hour, dear. That resistance faded from you faster than most. You’ve really taken to that form and want to see what it can do, I know. Just remember that it’s your choice to accept this position permanently, Marcus. Resist for three days and you’ll leave with your clothes on your back. I’ll even mend them. If you find this life, this place, this purpose to be that thing you’ve long searched for, just see Rosie. In my heavily biased opinion, you couldn’t ask for a better partner in pigdom.”

The moment Runeal slid the bolt back the doors swung into Marcus’s snout before he had a chance to back up. He squealed and reeled back, stumbling onto his butt. In trotted a muck-splattered sow with a full head of steam. She had pale, pink skin where it could be seen as well as an ample size not far from his own weight. The sow greeted the hog with a bumping of snout followed by a thorough sniffing over of the male. Unsure what to do, Marcus just stood there and let work- stealing sniffs of her backside when the opportunity arose.

“Marcus, may I formally introduce you to my farm’s resident philosopher pig and porcine bachelorette, Rosie. Rosie, this is Marcus. He found his way here early in search of purpose, meaning, and perhaps romance. Help him settle in and feel welcome. He'll need a few more minutes to finish filling out but after that? You two can handle that," stressed Runeal, having already existed and locked the pen behind her. "I'll leave you two alone for a few hours while I see to some other chores. I left some food and water over here in case either of you are running on empty. I should be back by supper. In the meantime, Marcus, enjoy yourself. And Rosie, watch your manners. He's a guest... until he isn't," tittered the witch. A quick wave goodbye and Runeal strolled out of the barn in the direction of the cabin.

In those final few minutes of the change packed on its final thirty pounds in addition to shout to trotter all being wrapped in spongy pig skin. Marcus hardly noticed it happen. His eyes and mind were never off Rosie. He did know it was over because that tingling weirdness that had first started in his ears was nowhere to be found. No more dizziness or tension. Like Runeal had promised his mind was still his own. Those instincts she mentioned were present in the back of his mind but they clearly had the effect the witch wanted. Since the swollen, dripping cunt of the sow, stained browns of dubious origins was turning him on like nothing else he'd ever known. It told his reasoning to act on it while not forcing it either.

'I have a choice,' Marcus remembered. 'She's real pretty and cute but not too pushy. Seems to have taken a shine to me too. Gotta remember she's a person in there too. I can see it behind her eyes,' he thought to himself.

Somehow Rosie sensed Marcus was done changing as she skipped and jumped around the pen like she'd just won the lottery. Once she calmed down she oinked for him to follow her outside. He understood her meaning somehow and knew to give a brisk nod. She squealed delightfully then skipped back out through the wall with Marcus trying to keep up. When he reached the door he paused to marvel at the muck covered sty that was three times the space of the indoor pen. A sweet, stagnant, sometimes putrid stench greeted Marcus's nose where it was welcome.

Rosie was right at home in the goopy mess. Her skipping and various dances were never slowed by the muck. She did throw herself into it where she'd wallow and wiggle her body. All while squealing like a very happy pig. The sow was inviting the reluctant hog to join her in the simple pleasures of a pig.

'Oh what the hell. I am a pig, so why not see how the life is. Rosie sure doesn't mind,' he thought as he trotters wadded into the mess.

Any trepidation, nerves, or fear Marcus was still holding onto were forgotten after just a few minutes of playful wallowing with Rosie. Minutes turned into hours of getting to know the other through play, muck, eating, drinking, and resting side-by-side. When resting Rosie set her head on him; her eyes lost in his. They had an unspoken dialogue going where oinks and snorts somehow relayed their thoughts. Rosie told Marcus how happy she was to have him there and that he truly belonged. He shared a fear of losing himself in this farm, in that body. That a pig's life may be unfulfilling if he made a rash decision. In response, the sow moved to lay beside him, snout-to-snout, and conveyed the message he needed.

'For the first time in your life, you're not lost. You're exactly where you need to be. And you know exactly what you want. You have a direction, a purpose, and more. You have me,' Marcus heard clearly in a caring voice that had to be Rosie's.

As the sun was setting Runeal made her way back to the sty. She looked for them outside first but not seeing either she checked the barn. Sure enough they had moved indoors but not to eat or drink. There was Marcus the hog mounted over top the plump and eager backside of Rosie. Coming around the pen she took the lack of thrusting and either pigs satisfied, drooling grins that the deed was done or in progress. A little wiggle and thrust from Marcus meant he was enjoying the extended orgasm afforded to hogs like himself. Runeal had to noisily remove the empty feed pales in order to draw their attention.

Rosie looked at the witch, smiled, and went right back to relishing being bred. Marcus was surprised to see Runeal, wiggling his tail and snorting in her direction.

"So great to see you two bonding. I had a feeling that you two would hit it off but I didn't want to jinx it," Runeal stated as she went about her work. "Marcus, for the first time today you look like a man that knows what he wants. I can't tell you how happy I am to have you here. Welcome to the family, dear. We'll do formal introductions with the others tomorrow morning. That'll give you two lovely animals all night to... enjoy each other's company."

Runeal left them twenty minutes later with Marcus still mounted on Rosie enjoying the moment. She wished them a good, productive night then left them with their troughs refilled with food and water. It was a few minutes after the witch left that Marcus could bring himself to truly finish. It had actually been their second round of pig sex after Marcus decided this was a life he could lead and find fulfillment. Sex, wallowing in sty muck, gorging on food, relieving himself, all felt too good to give up on. Rosie played the biggest role in his final decision to stay. She'd been lost like him and now, as a sow, Rosie was happy and content, without sacrificing her reason or personality for it. Shedding her body had worked out for her and Marcus could feel it already working on him.

Sleep that night came after a third round of sex outside under the stars. That's where they chose to rest for the night. Flopping down stomach to stomach soon as both had their fill. Rosie nuzzled her snout into Marcus's chest where she soon fell asleep. Her position meant he could lay his head over her neck, bringing them intimately close.

Marcus drifted off that night ruminating on the wild day he'd had and whether it was all fate like Runeal said. Could he have done anything different or would he have always wound up cuddling with a sow, in a sty, with a hog's body. With his eyes struggling to stay open he decided that it didn't make a difference. He was here now, he was a pig, and he had no regrets about falling head over trotters for Rosie. Marcus fell asleep easily for the first time in years now that he had not just a purpose, but a place where he fulfilled it. In peace.