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Lounging back in her chair, the young woman gripped a well-worn controller as she sat focused on the videogame she was playing. With her bedroom window open, allowing in the warm breeze from the countryside, it was almost like any summer evening back when she was a teenager.

Almost. Things had changed in the semester she had been away at college. These days, an incessant oinking and grunting filled the backyard. Walking over to take hold of the window, she saw the sun setting on miles and miles of green mushrooms filling the landscape. She pulled the window down with a thump, shutting out the racket and leaving the small green hogs to mill about their new biomes without intruding on her concentration.

"Hey, Claire!" her mother called from downstairs.

Padding her way downstairs, around the corner and into the kitchen, she found her mother getting ready for another night out. Claire's mom had a different opinion on the P'orcs than most. She welcomed the creatures and sought to fit them in with daily life, even if her new tribal outfit didn't quite fit her curvaceous frame very well. Leather straps were all that contained her thick, well-endowed body. Tightly enough that if one strap were to be plucked, the great heavy assets would jiggle out into the open. Furthermore, tribal markings spiraled over broad, well padded hips. Once she had the same dark-blonde hair that Claire did, which had been shaved now. She sported rings around her neck and slightly smaller hoops weighing upon her ears.

"What's up?" Claire asked.

A series of snorting, grunting sounds issued from her mother's throat as she addressed a couple of P'orcs lingering outside the screen of the back door. They seemed to understand, trundling off into the evening. Then her mother turned to address Claire.

"I'm going to be going out tonight," she said, "There's going to be a big inter-tribal wallow out in the woods,"

"A wallow?" Claire asked, "Actually, nevermind. I don't really want to know,"

Her mother smiled at her, "Something very important to their culture so I want to participate,"

Everything that was "important to their culture" usually involved gang bangs in the mud. Claire said nothing to that, only following her mom into the living room. Already there was grunting and oinking outside the front door as the hogs waited for their "hrog-dur". A term they used to refer to Claire's mother. Some research would reveal that the nickname translated to "breeding sow"

"Anyway, I need you to keep an eye on the runt for the evening,"

"The runt? You mean that-"

Claire left it unsaid under the stern look her mother shot her over a shoulder as she bent over the couch. He was resting there on a bundle of towels, the cursed creature which was technically her brother. Just one of the dozen her mother had birthed so far.

All the same it was a big green dildo that passed for a living creature. "Runt" only applied to the P'orc itself, which was a ball of green pudge that could fit in the palm of her hand. But attached to it was a floppy green penis resting on a set of balls the size of grapefruits, the full sized genitals so much larger than the P'orc itself that the creature was rendered immobile. P'orc biology clearly had its priorities in line.

Her mother gently scooped and cradled the P'orc by his balls- the majority of his mass, letting his body dangle like an afterthought alongside the cock, which was thick enough to hide him behind it. He did get a glimpse of Claire though. The young woman was dressed casually for the evening, in an oversized t-shirt draped over her slender frame, hair pulled back in a messy bun.

The runt reminded her of a pet slug- more tolerable to take off her mother's hands than the veiny green dildo he more closely resembled. With the tinge of a frown flickering past her expression, Claire scooped his body in her hand and let the cock lay quite a distance down her arm- more than halfway to her elbow. It didn't just look slimy either. A warm, viscous goo stuck to her skin. He gave an inquisitive oink as he was handed off but made no further fuss.

From the window she could see her mother's voluptuous rear end parting the underbrush across the road, mostly hiding the leather thong buried somewhere between huge rosy cheeks. She was greeted by a flurry of excited oinking. Shortly before the appearance of the P'orcs, her father's black tar heroin operation had been uncovered by the police so he was in jail at the moment. Her mother must have grown bored living out here by herself, but this wasn't the hobby Claire would have chosen.

Claire huffed a sigh as she made her way upstairs.

"Not like you're going to run off somewhere at least. Thank goodness for small favors,"

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With the runt draped over a spare throw pillow, Claire knelt on the thick carpet and resumed her videogame. Her shape was outlined against the glow of the TV, the bedroom silent save for subtle clicks or clacks of the controller. Folds of thin gray fabric fell lightly over the outswell of her butt and as she became more invested in her gaming, the simple act of leaning forward drew the curtains on the lower limits of a smooth cleft between her set of shapely, round cheeks.

The runt wanted to be between them, to wedge himself in the warm crack. His excited snorting drew her attention after a few moments.

"Huh? What's the problem?" She asked over her shoulder.

The answer flopped down against her back in the same moment. While she wasn't looking, the cock situated behind her had been steadily engorging itself. Stiffening, growing fatter until it was twice as large as it had been in its floppy state. Rising unseen and silently behind her until it flopped forward at present.

"Th-that better not be.."

Even as she said it she knew there wasn't any other explanation. Reaching behind her she found the cock a moment later. Gripping it, she turned around in awe both seeing and feeling the monstrous member. A fat head had emerged from the foreskin and it oozed down onto her hand. She released the cock, reeling back in disbelief. The pulsing head seesawed down over the balls and lifted the P'orc up off the ground.

He caught sight of her, kneeling before him with thighs spread and the tshirt riding high upon them. At this, he released a spurt onto the carpet then continued to leak at a steady pace.

Claire saw a sizeable wet spot forming on the carpet and cursed, rushing to the bathroom for some towels. Only hoping she had enough to deal with the mess he was making. Now aware that the back of her t-shirt had likewise soaked up some of his cum, plastered to the bottom of her butt. A moment later she tossed a towel down, then folded another one to place the runt on.

The head swayed back and forth, uncomfortably close to her face as she got him into place. He continued to stand erect high in the air. A long rope of cum clung to his head, swaying and bouncing like a bungee until it plopped down audibly. Claire leaned back, for a moment unable to take her eyes off the grotesque and oddly impressive member. No wonder her mother was so proud of this runt- he put pretty much any other cock to shame even among the other normal P'orcs Claire had seen.

Wiping her forehead, Claire realized it had become rather warm in her bedroom. With the window closed and the almost tropical climate outside, the smell of P'orc musk was intense.

Leaning on the windowsill, she was aware that her backside was on full display as she gazed out into the night and took a deep breath. With all the mushroom spopres flitting on the breeze, it wasn't quite the same as fresh air. By now, it was just familiar- a scent so subtle that she couldn't even describe it. Mute in comparison to the odor of the hogs themselves. An invisible haze drifting over the landscape. Steadily working on the final part of the terraforming process- modifying her, making her more suitable to propagate the P'orcish population.

Only when her breasts nudged the bottom of the window did she really notice. They had swollen larger, sagging heavily with milk against a frame that was rather small to support such impressive mammaries. The spores changed her body and the musk changed her mind. She licked her lips, glancing back at the hard cock. More cum welling up and oozing down the thick, glistening shaft.

It started wagging at her as he grunted, threatening to fling more cum all over the place. He only calmed down when she stepped over and knelt down. Her thighs closed in, holding him gently in place in a nexus of feminine warmth and scent with only his cock protruding up from between them, curving up and toward her lips. She could feel the steady pulse of the cock.

She had to remove her shirt in order to mop up the cum leaking down on her legs, baring her body now in full. Most men would have to work to get to this point, but the runt had himself a free pass. The air in the bedroom was intoxicating by this point. Claire only scooted forward, until she could feel a snout probing at her from below while the shaft pulsed between her legs.

Rising to all fours, worked up by his snout, she was wet enough to attempt the cock. It wobbled, bouncing between her thighs a couple times before pressing against her wet lips. Taking a breath, she began to lower herself onto it. Toes and fingers gripped the thick carpet as she felt the monster sliding inside. A thin wreath of slime and soft flesh packaged the sheer size and rock-hard state of the shaft, against which her pussy clenched every couple inches.

Sweat beaded on her forehead, limbs trembled and pussy stretched further than she ever imagined it would need to. She spread her thighs out and leaned forward, bearing down the last stretch of P'orc cock until the majority of the runt was buried in her womb and her tongue was hanging out.

His shout wedged in her ass and the balls spilling out from the apex of her thighs. Between her tits she could see the impression of the cock standing from her flat stomach, stretched out. Already it was certain that it would soon swell out with pregnancy. Even before she started bouncing on it, drooling as the musk inside and out took effect.

Maybe there was a reason her mother always wanted her to spend time bonding with the runt. It could have been the case. Claire didn't care too much in the moment, letting the cock slide further out before rockig her ass back to let it come plowing inside to the tune of slick splattering shooting out from her flooded pussy. By now the runt was probably feeling much luckier than the P'orcs wallowing in the backyard down and outside the window.

Flesh clapping and her gasps and moans carried out the open window, where similar sounds were rising up in the night. Some in the woods, others in the farmhouses or barns across the countryside.

Late into the night and the runt's spurts were still coming in powerful and flooding out. Claire's legs and rear were soaked, her womb having been seeded long before the P'orc really started having fun. He was too much for her. His cock remained in the comfortable grip of her fertile womb even after she slumped forward, cheek coming to rest in the wet carpet.