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It was a good day to be Mike Stuart, or so he thought as he staggered down the street, a half-empty bottle of vodka in his hand and a half-remembered drinking tune on his lips. Everything was going his way; Profits were up, overhead was down, and he'd just signed a merger deal that was sure to send the company - And himself - Straight to the top. It was only natural that he'd have a few drinks to celebrate.

So maybe he'd taken one too many shots of whiskey. Maybe he lost his phone, watch, and solid gold money clip in a bet over who could swallow the most pool balls. Maybe the bartender confiscated the keys to his Veyron and told him to get some fresh air. Those were all minor setbacks. All he had to do was walk back to his downtown penthouse and sleep it off, then straighten things out in the morning.

Normally, he'd be mortified to be seen in public in such a state, but it was the middle of the night, and he doubted anybody would see. This neighborhood was a lot quieter than the previous one, the all-night pubs and sex shops replaced with dingy apartment blocks. Darker, too - What few streetlights weren't broken were flickering, casting a dull glow across the cracked sidewalk. Maybe he took a wrong turn somewhere? He shook his head and laughed, his voice echoing off the old brick walls. He knew how to get home. He just had to keep going; And with about $500 remaining out of a $1,000 bottle, he had enough fuel to keep going for a long time.

Mike grunted as he glanced over the old brownstones. The night's drinking had finally caught up with him. He groaned, lowering a hand to his fly and clumsily unzipping it. Giving little thought to shame, he tugged his cock out, then ducked into a nearby alleyway. Then, he simply let loose, holding his nose to guard against the ripe stench.

"Hey, that's a nice 'un."

If he weren't so drunk, Mike might have reacted with shock, or even fear, at a mysterious voice in a dark alleyway. But if he weren't so drunk, Mike wouldn't be using an apartment wall as a urinal to begin with. Instead, he waited calmly to finish his business before turning to face the interloper.

"Heh, thanks," He said, turning to face the interloper.

Leaning against the opposite wall was a pig. A fat one, with a smirk stretched across his blubbery face. Clad only in tattered underwear and a stained and worn out undershirt, the pig's body was nevertheless drenched in sweat, from the rings around his armpits to the dark-stained waistband of his boxers.. The yuppie's nose wrinkled; This, then, was the source of the smell.

The pig scratched his belly and let out a small burp, eyeing Mike up and down. He licked his lips, and Mike shivered, a sheen of sweat forming on his brow. Wiping it away, he fumbled for a moment to undo the first button of his collar. Who knew an alleyway could be so... Hot?

"You're a handsome one, eh?" The pig said, rolling his shoulders and causing them to pop as he pushed off the wall. Holding out a hand, he smiled at the businessman, baring every one of his yellowed teeth.

"Name's Pork."

"Mike," The human replied, giving the pig's hoof a firm shake. It wasn't his best, admittedly - Pork's hand was warm and greasy, different from the millionaire executives he was used to making deals with. As he did, his eyes wandered, and he couldn't help but notice a pile of fast food bags on the ground.

In fact, glancing around the alley, he noticed it was surprisingly devoid of the usual trash. No black bags or dumped furniture, just a filthy mattress surrounded by heaps of old food containers. That explained the pig's size, at least. The pig seemed to notice his wandering eyes, and gave him a solid pat on the shoulder.

"Like the place?" Pork chuckled, "Why don't ya stay a while, have a chat?"

Mike smiled. He was a consummate extrovert, and in his drunken state, it seemed only polite. Besides, he felt a small twinge of curiosity about the slovenly, homeless pig. It struck him that this man, this pig, was the precise opposite of everything he was. Fast food instead of haute cuisine, a dirty mattress instead of a top floor penthouse - In the back of his mind, he felt like an explorer, discovering an unknown tribe for the first time.

His fascination overcoming his disgust, he took a knee, while Pork simply flopped down on the ragged mattress that passed for a bed. Sitting down, eye to eye, Mike began prodding the pig with questions, who answered in his own simple, laconic way.

As they spoke, Mike sipped his vodka, then passed it over to Pork. The pig swigged it down greedily, putting more money in his stomach than he'd probably seen in a year. Pork let out a loud belch, setting the bottle down with a clunk, before raising an arm and lazily scratching his pit, then continued talking.

Mike had to admit, the pig's lifestyle was a far cry from his own, yet it still had a certain... Charm. He found himself fascinated by the pig's stories of panhandling, of dumpster diving and living on the street. He'd never really thought about how the other half lived, and this pig had been through it all. As he listened, he couldn't help but notice a particularly acrid scent drifting among the warm odor of the alley. Lifting his muscular arm, he gave a small sniff, his nose wrinkling. He must've forgotten deodorant, not helped by the sweat dripping across his skin.

It felt as if... His coat was stifling him. Undoing the single button, he slid the ten thousand dollar silk jacket off his shoulders, and set it on the ground next to him. Without it, he felt like a new man, or at least one that could actually breathe. Moving from his crouch to a sitting position, he crossed his legs and scooted closer to listen to the pig's fascinating stories.

"All-you-can-eat is a pretty good deal," Pork said, smacking his belly, "You can get a week's worth of food for the cost of a couple burgers. Not that I don't get the burgers anyway!"

The human felt his eyes drawn to Pork's gut, ripples spreading out like waves across a jiggling pink sea. He bit his lip; It was disgusting, by the standards of his social circles. But at the same time, he couldn't help but feel... Allured, in a strange way. He blinked, forcing himself to tear his eyes away. Was he discovering some sort of fetish? High society would never let him live it down if they found out.

On the surface, he knew he should be disgusted, but deep down, he felt something stir. A strange feeling spread throughout his body as his cock beginning to stiffen. His eyes opened wide, and he realized his cock was still danging in the open air.

Pork's eyes followed, widening with dull surprise at the human's growing arousal. This was unexpected, to say the least. The most he was expecting was a short conversation, followed by whatever change the businessman had in his wallet. Assuming he had any, of course, with most wealthy people switching to cards these days.

Though, he wasn't entirely against this turn of events. His eyes followed Mike as he fumbled to cover himself, ten inches of erect meat turning out to be too much for his clumsy hands to handle. Try as he might, no amount of fumbling could stuff the sloshed salaryman's swelling rod back within his trousers. He smiled; If this muscular adonis was attracted to him, well, who was he to say no?

"Noticed the bod, eh?" Pork chuckled.

"Y-yeah," Mike stammered in response, looking up from his impossible task. Gazing at the pig's smile, he couldn't help but feel at ease. The way the edges of his lips pressed into his blobbish cheeks... His own cheeks turned red with blush.

"Y-you're... Amazing," He gasped. His cock twitched, a tiny drop of pre forming at the tip and splashing to the ground.

Pork let out a low whistle, then raised his arm, bending the elbow like a weightlifter, eliciting a jiggle from his flabby bicep. Mike laughed at the sight, but deep down, he felt a certain... Admiration, for the pig. That's what he told himself, anyway, as he wrapped his hand around the pig's arm. The sheer girth of his bicep was comparable to Mike's own, but instead of hard muscle, his fingers sunk easily into the soft flab.

Now it was Pork's turn to blush, as Mike squeezed harder, until his fingers had all but disappeared within the flab. He could get used to this sort of treatment. He flexed his bicep, eliciting a surprised hum from the human as his fingers were forced apart slightly. Pork's eyebrows raised as he flexed harder; He'd never been particularly strong, yet somewhere beneath the layer of fat, there was muscle... Real muscle!

He grunted, brushing away the strange feeling. It was nothing to be alarmed about; He'd probably gained it from dragging his mattress, or from carrying heavy bags of food home every day. Although... He flexed again, watching his arm bulge beneath the hands of the adoring human. He blinked. That wasn't normal.

Pork was distracted from his thoughts when Mike let out a low moan. His hand moved from the pig's thick arm to his waist, and the human began tugging clumsily at his shirt's buttons. Pork's eyes followed, opening wide. The human, drunk as he was, didn't seem to notice anything amiss as he fumbled, apparently not noticing the tautness of the buttons, or the slight bulge beneath them.

The more he watched, the more apparent it was. The human's stomach was clearly bloated, as if he ate a whole family meal, and was dealing with the gas that invariably followed for the gluttonous pig. There was a quiet sputtering sound, and Pork's nose twitched. Maybe he really was.

Finally, the button slid out, causing Mike's belly to move forward another inch. This was clearly more than just gas, yet the yuppie just didn't seem to realize it. Another button, and a slit of smooth, pale flesh was visible, bulging out between the still intact buttons. Despite his confusion, Pork felt his own cock beginning to harden at the sight. Though a glutton, he'd never really had a fat fetish. But this human...

Pork gently moved the human's hands away, unbuttoning the last one himself and allowing his growing gut to flop out. It wasn't overly large, maybe 30 pounds of extra fat at the most, dusted in a light coating of brown hair. Not too fat, but definitely too big for Pork not to have noticed. For that matter, his own gut seemed slightly smaller than usual, and he knew he hadn't been eating less.

He placed a hand on his belly, giving the soft fat a squeeze. It did seem smaller; His shirt hung loosely on him, yet earlier had been wrapped taut around his girth. Thoughts drifted through his head as he stared, about workout routines and diet schedules. He shook his head, but the thoughts didn't go away. If anything, they got stronger. His eyes happened to glance over an old fast food wrapper, but instead of the usual hunger, he felt a mild twinge of disgust.

Rubbing his temples, he tried to clear his head. He had no idea what was going on; The human's gut hung over his waistband like a boulder, the light dusting of hair having transformed into a thick treasure trail stretching up to his belly button. His own belly, meanwhile, was slowly edging away, leaving nothing loose fabric behind.

Mike paid no heed to the pig's distress, if he noticed it at all. Popping the last few buttons on his collar, the shirt fell open, letting his belly flop free. He scratched his chest, the thick fuzz brushing against his fingers; It was nice to let the ol' pecs breathe. He sighed as he looked at the pig, his own chest looking increasingly tight and chiseled, a far cry from the moobs currently sagging over his gut. If only he weren't so chubby...

Chubby? Mike glanced down at the flesh overhanging his waist. It wasn't too bad, a couple inches or so of flab atop his chiseled abs. Abs? He blinked. He couldn't seem to remember when he'd last worked that particular muscle group. In fact, he couldn't quite recall any of his exercise days. Did he exercise at all? He shook his head; He couldn't quite remember.

But then, exercise was overrated. A guy like him didn't need to work out. He squeezed his growing gut, feeling the flab run over his fingers; Similar to Pork, in fact. The pig's armed bulged as he rubbed his head, the muscle of his bicep increasingly visible beneath the thinning layer of meat. Mike's cock twitched, and he lowered a hand to slowly rub the tender rod.

Watching the human as he began to masturbate, Pork was conflicted. Whatever was going on was affecting them but, yet he didn't seem to notice a thing. He knew he had to tell him, to try and get help... But then again... He flexed, watching the muscle bulge. Having had a taste of being a muscular adonis, he no longer wished to be a fat slob. The human, well... He didn't exactly seem to mind...

Pork licked his lips, adrenaline rushing through his system. If they were swapping, he may as well help it along. And if he was going to be a bodybuilder, he may as well look the part.

"You know," He said, eyeing the growing yuppie, "I may be an animal, but you're the real pig here."

"I am?" Mike blinked, a look of dull surprise in his eyes.

"Yes, you are," Pork ceased flexing, much to the chubby human's disappointment. Grabbing his loose shirt by the collar, he yanked it off and offered it to Mike.

"This ought to fit you better."

Mike hesitated for a moment. His thoughts, though addled, were still functioning, and all warning signs told him to run. He knew, instinctively, that no good could come of this situation, yet at the same time... He didn't want to leave. Something about this man, this pig, seemed strangely alluring to the drunken businessman. For a moment, he paused, torn between acceptance and escaping. He scratched his formerly clean shaven chin, not noticing the wiry hair brushing against his fingers.

"Y-you can have mine!" Mike said enthusiastically, hoisting up his belly to fumble with his belt buckle. In the haze of alcohol and cognitive dissonance, it just seemed like the best option.

Pork raised an eyebrow. He hadn't really expected such a response, but given the state of the man's outfit, and the rags that passed for his own wardrobe, he wasn't about to say no. The human's belly was enormous, almost as big as Pork's own once was, while his trousers were packed tight with his meaty thighs. There was no way he'd be buttoning his shirt again, let alone his jacket, while the pig's once-mighty gut was now only a small potbelly, hanging over his waist like the result of a temporarily lapsed diet. He felt a twinge of disgust at the thought - He'd never do something like that, not in his new life!

Finally, Mike's thick fingers managed to wrest the belt through the buckle, allowing his pants to fall around his ankles. Stepping out of them, he also swung the shirt and jacket from his shoulders and handed them over, before bending over to fumble with his shoelaces. Pork's eyes widened at the sight of the man's legs - Thick and hairy, the very definition of thunder thighs. Mike turned slightly to untie his black dress shoes, causing Pork's boner to flourish at the sight of his meaty ass.

The glance was all too short, however, as Mike turned back to the newborn bodybuilder with a pair of black dress shoes in hand.

"Be careful with the suit," Mike slurred as he handed it over, "It's Arman... Arm..."

"Armani," Pork finished for him. He wasn't sure where he knew the name from; It just popped into his head. He glanced at the collar as he put it on. Gucci, of course. He should've known by the cut of the sleeves.

The pants fit perfectly, hardly needing the belt to hold them up, while the shirt sat tight against his slight chub. It wasn't just fat anymore, with indents showing where abs formed beneath his slight chub. He grunted, rolling his shoulders as he pulled on the jacket; The back was a little tight, but a tug on the collar proved it was only a rumble in the fabric. He smiled. It did make him feel important.

The human, meanwhile, had slipped into the shirt and boxers, his growing form filling them perfectly. The tattered shirt barely covered his lower gut, leaving his bushy treasure trail exposed to the air, sweat glistening in the dim light. Tugging his waistband, he tried to pull the boxers up, but the waistband refused to budge. The upper half of his ass was visible, but like the underwear's previous owner, he didn't really mind.

In the back of his mind, Mike wondered what his boss would think when he showed up to work looking like a fat scruff. But then again, he couldn't quite recall where he worked, or even what he did for a living. The thought didn't particularly bother him; If anything, he found it a little funny. Working? Him? Ha! He patted his ass, smiling as it jiggled. He'd be content just sitting around, eating. Where, he wasn't particular about. Glancing around at the scattered food waste in the alley, he smiled. This would do nicely.

Pork snorted, and Mike looked up at him. The muscular pig had a smile on his face as he reached down to unzip his pants, revealing a big, pink cock. To the human's warped mind, this could only mean one thing, and he didn't resist as the pig stepped forward, pressing his dense musculature against the human's flab.

Mike wheezed as the pig leaned against him, pinning him to the wall. He caught a whiff of cologne, which was instantly stifled amidst the sea of his own musk. He tried to move, pressing his weak arms against the wall, but the sheer weight held him in place. A shiver ran down his spine as he did so, feeling the pig's own erect penis press against his blubbery midsection.

"What's the matter?" He asked, "Don't you want a real man?"

Mike nodded limply, all resistance fading away. An indistinct voice in the back of his mind was crying out weakly, insisting that something was wrong, this wasn't right, but he paid it no heed. The homeless slob had more important things to worry about, like the wealthy and muscular businessman whose dick was currently hotdogged by the sheer flab of his stomach.

Up close, Pork could smell the human's foul breath. He probably hadn't brushed in weeks, if not months, judging by the yellowed state of his teeth. His eyes focused on them for a second, subconsciously comparing them to the gleaming white smiles he met with every day in the office. Licking his lips, he leaned in and planted a short kiss on the bum's lips.

Mike's eyes shot open as the pig's lips met his. Electricity shot through his body as the pig shifted, grinding his cock against the human's. He let out a quiet gasp as pre began to drizzle out. Pork seemed to notice, as he placed his hands against the wall to keep himself steady, as he slowly pressed forward, squishing the human's dick against his own belly.

"Ain't I sexy?"

Try as he might, Mike couldn't answer. He could barely breathe, with pecs as big as his head pressing against his chest. With a mighty heave, Pork shifted his entire body, forcing his face directly into the human's fuzzy armpit. Hair dipped into his mouth, but he savored the obese man's musk, giving it a long sniff.

Mike let out a choked moan, as he felt the pig's warm hand wrap around his cock, giving it a slow stroke from the bottom. Pork chuckled, keeping the human pinned against the wall as he pleasured him, barely letting him choke down a breath in between strokes. Mike's hips began to thrust subconsciously, in time with Pork's rhythmic ministrations.

Mike felt a glob of pre ooze out, rolling down and across Pork's meaty hand. The pig hummed, pulling his head back and giving the human another kiss on the lips, tinged with the taste of his own sweaty pits. Pork snorted as pre leaked from his own dick, spreading across the human's fuzzy gut.

Between the stimulation and the thick musk, both of them were lost in a lusty haze. In their stupor, they didn't notice the small changes across their bodies, completing their new personas. The wrinkles and cracks on Pork's face disappeared, the result of a lifetime of spa therapy, while Mike's skin took on the oily, cellulite-pocked texture of a lifelong slob.

Mike moaned, his voice dropping an octave to a gravelly baritone, while Pork's own pleased oink took on the cool, even tone of an experienced businessman. Another thrust between the two, and the human's beard became tangled and greasy, food stains appearing down his slovenly front, while the soft scent of cologne, buried in the human's increasingly potent musk, began wafting from Pork's body.

With one more heady thrust, the stimulation became too much to bear, and Mike came. His body convulsed against the wall, eyes rolling back as ropes of warm, thick cum splattered across Pork's hand and shirt. A fart sputtered out as he lost control, and with it, what was left of his former self. His old job was gone, memories of his penthouse fading away as his life in the alleyway came back to him. He had no home, no job - Just food and alcohol, and the occasional tryst with a horny passerby.

Pork felt similarly, as his own boner erupted within his pants. What few thoughts of poverty and obesity vanished from his mind, turning into so much sticky white paint on the inside of his pants. He grimaced as he felt the human's seed spill across his linen shirt; The trash chute with this one, for sure. If high society ever found out about his fetish, he'd never live it down.

Finally, the human's flow began to subside. Mike slumped back against the wall, sliding down onto the mattress below, while Pork pulled out a handkerchief to wipe the cum stain from his shirt.

"Whew," Pork said, glancing at the soiled rag, "You were pretty backed up there."

Mike simply grunted, laying back on his mattress. His cock lay flaccid, the last inklings of his old life leaking out with the final dregs of sperm.

The businesspig glanced at his watch, then to the sky, where orange streaks were already beginning to mark against the night sky. He looked at the alley which had once been his home. Where would he go now? He thought for a moment, sifting through his new memories. There was a penthouse apartment waiting for him downtown. Smiling, he felt the new key shifting inside his pocket. He didn't know how this happened, but at the same time, he didn't really care.

"Well, it's been... Interesting. But it's time for me to head home. Good luck with..." He glanced down at the homeless man, who was already snoring, his head resting upon a pile of old burger wrappers. He sighed, tucking a few dollar bills into the expansive cleavage of his moobs as payment, and headed down the street, leaving the drunken hobo to snooze.