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Chapter 3

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The backyard was a new landscape now. The grass had been replaced with bright green blades curling up in corkscrew shapes that bounced and swayed in the breeze. The corkscrew plains were a new sort of "biome" that filled some of the clearings in the woods too.

Racheal's sandals squelched in the dark soil as she stepped over to the lush garden she kept back here.

Hands on hips, she stood in classic farmgirl fashion for this lazy saturday. The knot where her shirt was tied rested in a generous show of cleavage peppered with freckles near the top. Down her midriff, hips were ridden by denim shorts ripped shorter until they were nearly a bikini bottom.

A sexy, scantily clad redhead would turn heads. Kyle on the other hand, hadn't even looked up from his game and eternal quest for the Helm of Blackstone. Not so much as a glance in her direction.

There was one particular P'orc who did notice and appreciate this. He was old, green skin wrinkly and stomach sagging under its own weight. One ear was chewed ragged from an encounter with a house cat.

He stared through a hole in the fence. Up atop the long legs were breeding loins, with barely enough denim to cover them. Entranced, he began cramming his own pudge through a gap in the fence. One that Racheal had asked Kyle to fix, but the Blackstone Helm took prirority of course.

The garden was bordered now by mushrooms but the veggies were undisturbed. Kneeling down, she found a carrot that looked ripe. She pulled it up..and up. The soil yielded a large, thick tuber. Crisp and fresh, with a slight corkscrew curve in its length.

Racheal frowned when she spotted it. A bright green mushroom protruding from the foliage of the watermelon vines.

"Ah, no you don't,"

Racheal declared as she reached to pluck it. Her hand closed on something very un-mushroom like. It was warm, stiff and slick. It twitched and hardened under her fingers. As the leaves parted she caught sight of what it was attached to.

One of the P'orcs sat there on a stone, looking quite pleased with itself. The prospect of a attractive redhead Human kneeling before it with its thick chode in her hand.

The P'orc grunted with excitement as its cock grew, the head slipping past her fingers. Racheal had time to process what she was looking at by now. Instinctively she squeezed to keep the hog cock at bay.

"Hey!"

She released it and leaned back, looking with disgust at the warm white goop oozing between her fingers. With a high pitched squeal, it stood on tiptoes as it thrust a swollen cock forward. The member stiffly bobbed with each vulgar gesture it made. Its snout moved toward the set of breasts presented before it, nose wishing to explore the soft mounds bundled in the fabric.

She slapped a hand against its forehead to keep it from spilling off the edge of the garden bed and into her lap. Her fingers felt like the feathers of an angel, soft silky skin against his wrinkly, sweaty hide. His cock reached and strained across the distance, only inches from her belly button.

The nexus of wrinkles that passed for the P'orc's testicles suddenly drew up for the most important task of their lives. They unloaded in thick bursts against Racheal's stomach. It felt like she was being sprayed in the stomach with bursts from a garden hose, but rather than cool water she found thick, steaming P'orc seed oozing down her stomach and flooding her belly button.

He unloaded a viscous soup into her lap, soaking the denim shorts. Only when his balls were drained did he lose strength, falling as she shoved him back onto his ass.

Standing up, looking none too pleased, she watched the disgusting creature wallow for a moment. He was still grunting and thrusting, whipping strings of jizz around. Unable to control the mating instinct.

The old P'orc didn't know what an "axe-handle" was or why she promised to return with one, but that didn't matter for the time. He had already won.

Chapter 4

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Over the next week there was steadily more activity in the woods and the P'orcs became a ubiquitous sight around the countryside. They milled around the woods grunting to one another. Though Jenn noticed the conversations muted whenever she drew near, as they preferred to gawk at her instead.

As the fungus spread further over the north field, the pigs wandered closer to the farmhouse. They seemed more comfortable with mud and mushrooms under their feet but a couple times she had spotted them bobbing over the dirt road hauling crops back toward their territory.

The pond was a whole other matter entirely. The moss had absorbed the water and then broken down into soggy soil. She was now looking over a meadow of dark black mud laced with yellow and orange flowers with fanning triangular petals. On the other side, one of the frog-caps stood at the size of a small tree.

A stone was being carved at the opposite side of the former pond. A rocky throne of some kind, draped with cloth and leather padding it out. And an arching wood gazebo over it. This was to be the seat of their chief, or king or whatever they had.

"Yeah, one hell of a fungus," Jenn remarked at the P'orcish craftsmanship.

She ran into Racheal later that day, down at the post office in town. The redhead was clad in a simple sundress, shuffling through her PO box.

"Hey, haven't seen you around," Jenn called to her.

"Hey girl,"

Racheal turned her head and managed a small grin but didn't look to be in a great mood. She lifted one letter.

"My test results. About damn time,"

"Oh? Everything okay?"

Racheal closed the box and turned around, causing Jenn to gasp. It hadn't been more than a month since the last time Jenn had seen her and now Racheal sported a pregnant belly that looked to be in her third trimester.

"Oh my god! You and Kyle..?"

Racheal shook her head.

"I don't think so. Not unless he thought that goddamned Helm of whatever was up my britches,"

The incident was relayed to Jenn as the two stopped at a diner just outside town. Pushing her tray of hashbrowns away, Racheal brought out the letter.

Ms. Racheal Watterson

Your tests returned positive for pregnancy. The offspring you carry has been confirmed to be fathered by a P'orc. This is expected, as the P'orcs have been found to be extremely potent. The pregnancy should progress over a term of one month.

On the bright side, P'orcs do not experience a childhood phase. Once you give birth, the resulting P'orc will be fully grown already and require no further care. It can be released into the wilds to join up with its tribe.

Good luck and Congratulations!

Yours truly,

-the staff at Bio-Sciences Institute

"Congrats?!...Those clueless hacks have some nerve,"

Racheal crumbled the paper up and tossed it into the remnants of lunch. Her stewing was interrupted when she grimaced and touched a hand to her stomach.

"Wait..they said the pregnancy took a month?"

That explained some things. "Some things" being the onset of contractions and breaking water.

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Jenn stood by Racheal through the delivery and the chaotic hospital room. Racheal's grip squeezed harder briefly and then a waterfall splattered out on the floor, driving the nurses into retreat momentarily.

Checking Racheal's cell phone, still no word back from Kyle. Jenn determined to chew him out herself the next time she saw him. Unlikely as that was, maybe talking to Racheal was a better option. Either way, now was simply not the time.

Again Jenn endured a vicelike grasp as Racheal pushed at the behest of the nurse coaching her from the other side of the bed. Her offspring began to emerge, heralded by the shocked reactions of the staff.

Jenn averted her eyes as it started to sound more like a scene from some alien movie than a delivery.

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It was done. Hours later, the room was quiet. Jenn had fallen into the chair by the bed as Racheal recovered, showered and changed into a hospital gown by now.

Somebody burst into the room, causing both women to look up in unison.

"Kyle!?"

Racheal would have called his name at a demonic decibel if only she had the strength. The man was at her side, falling down to a knee as he grasped her hand.

"Babe- Please hear me out," He pleaded under the glare of both women.

A pause, a sigh.

"I finally got it. The Helm of Blackstone,"

From their expressions he knew that he had to explain quickly.

"I got the Helm. I always thought this thing wasn't just an item in a videogame, but a legacy. And once I had it...it was really just a slap in the face. Kind of a dog that caught the car tire situation, you know? I realized how little it really matters. I'm ready to be there, if...if I can get the chance to be,"

He stood up, hung his head as he let her hand slip out of his. Only momentarily. Her warmth returned.

About that time the door opened again as a pair of nurses filed into the room bearing a stretcher. They hovered over it with a quiet conversation passing between downturned heads.

"Are we sure we don't have a pet carrier or something?"

"Nothing. Just, uh..wrap it up in these,"

They approached Racheal with pleasant expressions tenuously plastered on their faces, thinly covering pure horrified shell shock.

"Uh..Congrats?" One of them spoke, "It's a-"

The bundle of cloth in her arms was grunting. It shifted and from below, a set of gigantic green testicles plopped down. Wrinkly and smelly, the orbs swayed and dispersed the humid musk about the room in no time.

Racheal reluctantly accepted the bundle. The P'orc nosed its snout into her cleavage where it latched on and its nose kneaded her soft flesh, squishing in and pulling back, pumping her breast manually in its thirst for milk.

Racheal looked up at Kyle.

"Well hun, I think this change of attitude of yours came at just the right time. I don't think these critters are monogamous, so somebody's got to help me around the house now. That is if they want to keep a roof over their head,"

"Eh..heh, of course dear,"

Chapter 5

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Structures started to rise in the north field. All very primitive huts, wood glued together with mud and some sporting conical tent rooftops. Even with all that going on the barn still needed a good cleaning and so Jenn set out to work.

Chasing the chickens out was easy enough but soon she halted as she noticed an overturned bucket moving on its own. Lifting the bucket of course revealed a slightly disoriented P'orc, plopping on its back as its pudge spread out of containement.

The creature's cock was rising already as he became enamored with her. Just laying there, on display as if she was supposed to strip and sit on his chode just because he was waving it around.

"I can't believe this is what's taking over the place," She remarked, placing the bucket back over him.

Walking out the back of the barn, Jenn halted and looked over a radically different landscape that had now taken over the fields to the south. From the woods on the horizon all the way down to her boots where they trampled the fungal lawn. She stood tall over the odd green world.

Stood out, more like.

Boots and socks plopped down on an upturned bucket. She waded barefoot through the mushrooms, not destroying them. Black mud squelched up through her toes.

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A shadow fell over the P'orc and he craned his neck up at the golden haired Human. His gaze wandered further up her imposing height, he didn't want to stop looking until he tumbled over backwards. He landed with a splat among the fungus where he was content to lay, not taking his gaze off her.

Most of the mushrooms were now waist height as the terraformed landscape reached maturity. It wasn't chilly in the morning anymore, as the fungus seemed to make the environment somewhat tropical. Jenn had been going around in nothing but overalls and still found herself sweaty. The boob sweat really attracted them.

Now barefoot as well, she walked her usual morning route through a bustling P'orcish village. The mud pit had grown into a dense field of orange and yellow Hogflowers. They parted once she stopped over the bank.

Jenn looked down as yet another suitor approached her. The P'orc reached up, offering one of the hogflowers.

"Oh?" Her eyebrow rose, "Finally some effort, huh? You must be the Romeo around here,"

Her remark was lost on the creature. She took the offering and tucked it into her hair. Meanwhile it stood proud of the cock hardening and emerging from beneath its belly. Oblivious to how far out of its league she was.

The pig must have actually had some charisma. Maybe a little help from the spores in the air. Jenn didn't know exactly. But from what happened to Racheal, she figured the answer didn't really matter. The small, smelly hogs were going to get what they wanted. So..what the hell? Might as well enjoy the process.

Jenn unclipped her overalls and let the arms fall away from her plump breasts. The garment needed some help to slip past her wide hips. The P'orc managed to make it's grunt sound like a question upon seeing this.

The blonde smiled and flipped her hair as she stood naked before the P'orc.

Her toes squished into the hogflower meadow's mud as she sat down on the grassy bank. The pig needed no encouragement to clamber up and join her. Soon it was resting in her lap, snout bumping the bottom of her breasts and snorting up between them.

The pig was surprisingly warm, soft where the plump green belly pressed against her body. A thin layer of sweat covered it, which made a subtle sound whenever their skin peeled away from contact. His touch transferred a film of muddy grime on her soft, fair skin.

She gave him a pat on the head, nose twitching with the scent of his musk- much stronger from up close, though she had caught a whiff here and there so was somewhat inoculated. Puckered up, her lips pressed down on the smooth head- the bigger one, not the one that was nudging her stomach.

His cock was leaking over her stomach already, the thick seed oozing over her mound. She gasped at the sensation. Racheal had been wearing clothing when it happened to her. So it was probably already a done deal for Jenn.

She could feel his balls, resting warm in her lap. Right where their contents were glazing over her slit. They plopped further down as she spread her legs for him. Her pussy only soaked itself further as she felt his girth rubbing up and down her labia. Thighs squeezed at the pile of warm pudge.

Raising his head, he squealed to the woods declaring that he alone had seduced the golden haired Human with his chode.

Mud squished between fingers and toes alike as Jenn backed her mud-smeared ass toward the bank of the mud pit. Connected to the ledge only by his tiptoes, the P'orc wrapped himself as closely to the rosy set of cheeks as he could. She released a quiet breath when his swollen chode ventured between them.

His cock slid along a soft, heat flushed route toward the Human's soaked pussy. The wistful, distant look on her face had grounded itself a bit as his girth and hardness pressed inside.

Despite being the much larger creature, the Human female was being rocked back and forth from the strong, swift, urgent thrusts he was slamming into her. Nature told him it was of upmost importance to fertilize this well endowed blonde, and he couldn't disagree if he wanted to.

The side of Jenn's face and her tits pressed into the meadow as she was moaning into the slop. Her rear raised but the P'orc remained clinging to it. His body was convulsively thrusting, cockhead massaged by a fertile womb encouraging it to dump its seed.

Riding high on the backside of the female, he flooded her with his seed. Thick beads of gloop pattered down, soaked quickly in the mud right next to Jenn's ecstatic, mud spattered face.

A roll in the mud. A perfect start to the day and new life as a P'orcish breeding sow.