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The Pig Pen Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by P1C0

Friday night... There wasn't anything quite like it, at least for those of legal drinking age in a college town. It was as if the entire universe had opened up to infinite possibilities. The weather posed no obstacle, allowing the students to roam downtown without a care, lit by the ever present orange aura of the streetlights. The more reputable retail establishments had shuttered for the night, but the bars and pubs were open for business and their windows shimmered with the alluring glow of neon.

For some of the students it was completely new, having just turned 21. They were still learning the hard way what they were capable of and what they should avoid. For Jasper, though, it was getting to be a bit old hat. At 23 he'd had some time to explore, to learn, to pick favorites... but he still wanted the thrill of something new. The pub crawl had turned out to be the best option, giving him a buffet of locales with different atmospheres.

Jasper stood on the street corner, waiting for the light to change. He had black hair on the verge of being shaggy. It came down to the nape of his neck and fell across his forehead, but it wasn't unmanageable yet. His turquoise sweatshirt incidentally contrasted with his university's colors, but it was his favorite and it was with him wherever he went. His blue jeans weren't over worn; they were in fairly good shape and complimented the white Nikes on his feet that showed little more than a faint green hue on the soles from walking across the quad as a shortcut.

The crosswalk light snapped, emitting a white glow, beckoning the weary travelers to advance. Jasper crossed, passing through the headlights of a car before reaching the other side. Downtown was fairly beautiful, though a bit dead even early into the night. The street corners were emblazoned with symbols made out of inlay brick, and the crosswalks were red brick too which was a beautiful interruption to the black concrete.

Jasper had already been to three different bars. He'd been to a mostly human one near campus, and one that was aimed at otters - both human and anthro - near the waterfront, but he was interested in trying something different. If he was really going to stick to the pub crawl thing, he actually had to crawl. He looked down at his phone, referencing the app again. A floating bottle danced half way down the street to the left, and he hadn't been that way before. He waited for the next light to change before he ventured across the street and down the sidewalk.

The comfortable orange glow of downtown shifted to a bit harsher yellow as he moved under the sky bridge of the mall. There were narrow alleyways branching off the main road, service entrances he suspected, but before long he reached his destination. Jasper looked up, reading the sign. It was painted onto wood, rather than electric, emblazoned with the words 'The Pig Pen' in pink with a black outline.

Jasper pulled on the door handle and moved in, looking around. The bar itself was poorly lit with tables too close together, the only real point of illumination being on the array of bottles behind the bar - So pretty much like every other pub. There were clearly some large men inside and as Jasper entered; some of them had to move a bit to give him a path. The men were clearly robust, standing at or above six feet tall for most of them. The majority were also rather girthy men, weighing in a few hundred pounds. Many were clad in thick leather jackets or vests, some with spikes and others with straps. There were a few leather hats as well, and a prominence of tusks.

Wide, blunt noses snorted in the air, sniffing as Jasper walked in. They could smell the human on him. Human school, human food. He barely came up to their nipples, but the young man was unafraid. He'd grown up in an integrated community. He walked over to the bar and sat down on a stool with a smile on his face. The bartender was a half breed, part human and part pig. His nose was mostly normal, but two prominent tusks came up from either side of his lower lip, and he had a bushy, five inch long red beard. A short bristly ginger mohawk ran down his head and his pointed ears were stretched with thick plugs.

"What can I get for you?" The bartender asked, wiping out a glass. Jasper considered for a moment.

"What's the house specialty?" He asked with a grin. The bartender snorted a bit of a laugh at that.

"Corn whisky is a fan favorite, and pig swill which is rum, coffee, and a few other drinks mixed in... Mostly whatever bottles haven't been finished off." The bartender said. Jasper considered for a moment before he nodded to himself.

"I think I'll start with the whisky, give it a try." Jasper smiled. The bartender nodded.

"Coming right up." He said, moving to grab a mug. Jasper looked around a bit, appreciating the decor. It wasn't too much of a farm theme... If anything, it seemed more motorcycle oriented. There were pictures of old motorcycles, engine parts, even some of the members of the local chapter of one of the biker gangs. All were large and in charge hogs with beards and bellies, proud of their bikes and their freedoms. Jasper could appreciate that. He'd grown more comfortable in a variety of different crowds. Sure there was some up front hesitation, but people always softened up when they saw someone was just there to enjoy the drinks.

Before long a rather large glass of whisky was slid down to Jasper and he lifted it, sipping from it slowly. He let the flavor play in his mouth before he swallowed it down and felt the heat radiating out from his stomach. As Jasper sampled the drink, there was a bit of movement as a figure sidled up next to him and sat down on the stool. The stool seemed to groan a bit under the weight before finally acquiescing.

The large figure was one of the bar's regular patrons, a hog that had to be at least six foot five and several, several hundred pounds of fat and muscle. His huge pig snout was pierced with a ring, his brown mohawk was down flat down the back of his head, and a huge, bushy bristly beard descended from his face, resting over the gratuitous slope of his immense belly. He had on a black leather vest with patches and emblems and a pair of well worn jeans that looked like it took a miracle to keep them together.

"Haven't seen you around here before." The hog said to Jasper, "You a fan of hogs?" he asked with a bit of a grin, signaling to the bartender for his usual. The bartender started mixing up one of the swill drinks.

"Well, I could say they are growing on me. Did you mean the bikes or the riders?" Jasper asked. The hog gave a chuckle and clapped Jasper over the shoulder.

"Both, I'd hope... Not many young guys are showing an appreciation for the road these days. Not enough wifi I guess." The hog commented.

"Well, I'm sure there are plenty of hot spots..." Jasper said, not exactly sure where his innuendo was coming from. Maybe the whisky was stronger than he thought. Still, his joke had elicited another chuckle from the big hog.

"I like you kid, wish there were more piglets like you out there." He said, signaling for the bartender to buy the kid another drink. The bartender slid it down and Jasper looked at it, blushing a little.

"Uh, thanks man." Jasper said. He'd never had anyone buy drinks for him before. He wondered if it was just because he was good company, or maybe the hog was a generous guy... or maybe something more. Jasper looked around at the bar, realizing there weren't really any ladies, pig or otherwise. That didn't necessarily mean anything, it was a biker bar after all, but... maybe it did. Jasper looked over at the big hog, looking at his large form. He certainly was all there, on display... His big chest, ample nipples, huge belly... He radiated heat and carried a woody musk with him, the scent of masculinity.

"The name's Hank by the way." The hog said, offering his hand. Jasper smiled a bit bashfully and accepted it.

"Jasper." he replied. Hank nodded.

"A good, classic name. Wouldn't be too out of place on a farm." Hank grinned, tipping back his swill. Jasper nodded and took another drink of whisky. He was a bit surprised by the way things were unfolding, but on the other hand it was a lot better than drinking alone. Jasper asked Hank about his motorcycle and got quite the story, learning how it was custom built and powerful, how it had taken him all across the country. Jasper tried to relate by sharing the stories of the few times he had gone out of state, though he felt a bit outmatched.

"How long have you been growing your beard out?" Jasper asked. Hank's eyebrows arched into a look of delight.

"Oh, this?" he asked, running his porcine fingers through the bristly curls, "Since I was about fourteen, though it didn't come in straight away." Hank chuckled. Jasper smirked at that, nodding.

"I know the feeling. I can't grow much of anything." He said. Hank clapped Jasper on the shoulder yet again, enough that the student was certain he'd probably have a bruise the next day.

"Don't worry kid, I think you'll have plenty of growing to look forward to." Hank said. Jasper nodded at that with a smile.

"Yeah, I guess the future really is-" Jasper was interrupted as two thick, large lips pressed against his, wreathed with musky, thick bristles. A fat, wide tongue pushed against his shocked lips and found little resistance before delving in. Jasper's eyes were wide in shock, but there was something about the slickness of the tongue, the hint of rum clinging to it, that made him not want to fight. He welcomed the intruder in, even batted his tongue back a bit in playful protest.

The kiss lingered for what seemed like an eternity before hank pulled back and licked his lips. Jasper was caught off guard by the end of the kiss as much as the start. He slowly licked his lips, not sure what to think. He hadn't found it objectionable. Even Hank's scent was an acquired smell, something that wasn't at all bad after the first impression. If anything, Jasper wasn't sure what he felt about his own sexuality. Jasper felt his ego puff back up, enough that he could joke again.

"Maybe I should try one of those pig swill's, tastes pretty good." Jasper said. Hank let out a chortling laugh at how well his piglet brushed off the kiss.

"A round for everyone on me!" Hank howled out, eliciting cheers from everyone in the bar.

****

Pain sliced through Jasper's sleep like a pick axe, coming in with the sunlight creeping through the blinds and with every sound out in the hall. Even muffled speaking ran around his brain like drums. Jasper groaned and threw his blanket off. He hadn't properly hydrated after drinking that much. He slowly swung his legs off the bed and sat up, bracing his back on the wall. His hangover was intense, but at least he didn't feel like throwing up. That was a blessing. Jasper slid off his bed and stumbled a bit, his legs trying to wake back up.

Jasper made a few wobbly strides past the end of his bed over toward his closet, though something out of the corner of his eye startled him. It was an irrational moment, the only thing between his bed and his closet was the small wall mounted mirror they were afforded with, butt he reflection hadn't quite been what Jasper was expecting. He'd gone to bed wearing all his clothing, but his turquoise sweatshirt had been unzipped, and the t-shirt underneath had ridden up over his now very pronounced, very round stomach. Jasper's jaw dropped.

He reached down and ran his hands over the rotund flesh. It was warm, thick, soft and jiggly. Jasper's skin had enough of its natural vigor left to hoist the mass up away from his waist, but if he put on any more pounds he wouldn't be able to have that same advantage. It was a shocking change to be sure - over night his boyish good looks had been deformed, but at the same time... it felt kind of nice. Warm, oddly firm and yet forgiving. The weight made him feel more grounded.

As Jasper ran his hands across his stomach, he recalled his vague flirting the night before... He HAD said that hogs were growing on him, both the bikes and the riders. He wasn't sure if it had been the whisky, or that sloppy and amazing kiss. As he remembered that snout pressed up against his nose, those rough and tumble lips against his, he moaned softly and his jeans began to tent. One hand continued to massage his belly while the other descended down and groped at his erection. It seemed both mounds of flesh were quite sensitive. In moments he was panting hard and groaning, fumbling with his zipper before he released his cock.

The fat, long slab of meat that landed in his hand had grown too. It was almost twice as wide as Jasper was used to, and two inches longer without even being fully hard. Drool started to escape the corner of his lip as he slid his hand back and forth on the foreign meat jutting out from his belly. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he moaned. Jasper's other hand continued to play with his belly, feeling the roll of it, the heft of it, how it wobbled gently but kept its center of gravity. In moments Jasper was howling out.

His plump balls tugged up, his fat cock throbbed and a spurt of pearl colored cum dribbled out of his cock, landing on the carpet below. There was a moment's pause before a much thicker, stickier, yellower jet of seed sprayed out with the force of a fire hose, splattering on the side of the dresser drawers. The musky scent that erupted into the air was potent. If anything, it smelled like the bar. Jasper nearly fell onto his ass as he stumbled back, groaning with wanton sexual desires. That felt better than anything he had ever experienced in his life.

The moment of pleasure was interrupted by a sudden and intense growling in his stomach. He lurched forward, panting again as the muscles inside his gut contracted, feeling as if they were rippling. His stomach felt so empty that Jasper knew if he didn't eat, he might as well die. Somewhere in the back of his mind he thought this might be a bad sign, but if one night out at the bar had improved his sex life that much? He was ready to eat.

****

The tray hit the table with a heavy thud as Jasper lowered it down, licking his lips as he looked at his haul. He hadn't even bothered to pull his t-shirt down, not that he could. He had wandered to the cafeteria and loaded up on food without any care for what other people thought. Most of the other students were too tired to notice, and breakfast in the cafeteria was run more like a farm with two servers keeping troughs of food full for people to serve themselves. Needless to say, Jasper had made them work a bit harder than they were expecting.

Looking at his spread, Jasper noticed he had gotten a bit of oatmeal on his belly. For some reason that gave his over-sized cock a twinge of excitement. He reached down and slid his finger through the slop before he brought it up to his mouth and licked it clean. Somewhere across the room there was a slight guffaw of disgust, but rather than being embarrassed, Jasper felt emboldened by it. He licked his lips and set to work.

His tray had been loaded down with oatmeal, eggs, bagels, croissants, and three glasses of milk. Jasper dug in, stuffing his face with fork full after fork full. He moaned, he groaned, and he lightly gyrated his hips, rubbing his half hard erection against the underside of the table. As the food was broken down by his teeth and half melted across his tongue, he took greedy swallows and let it sink down into his stomach. It hit those digestive juices, but rather than being broken down slowly, it seemed that whatever had given him his belly wasn't done yet.

With each bite, Jasper's rotund belly was starting to swell. The flesh rounded more, stretching outwards. His belly button seemed to dive deeper into the stomach, almost beckoning with its hidden depth. The black t-shirt that had become little more than a strap across Jasper's pectoral region was straining as well as his nipples bloated wider, thicker and longer. The flesh behind them began to push forward, filling out and rounding. The cotton stretched and strained, starting to get thread bear around the collar.

With little effort, the bowl of oatmeal was emptied and in short order the eggs had been cleaned off the plate, leaving just a slight yellow layer of moisture where the yolks had been. Jasper moved on to the bagels next, smeared thick with peanut butter. As his teeth cut through the creamy layer of brown and dug into the fluffy bagel, he moaned. In moments it was gone, but Jasper followed it up with another - this one coated with orange marmalade.

Just as before, the strange metabolic changes in Jasper's body used the food as instant fuel for his growth, but this time it wasn't going right to his stomach. Ever so slowly, Jasper was rising higher in his seat. At first the cause was unnoticeable, but as the strain of his pants grew ever tighter, the source was obvious. Jasper's butt cheeks were expanding beneath him, filling out with new layers of fat and flesh. They were rounding and plumping, filling out in every direction... and Jasper loved it.

The young man shifted his weight from one side to the other, taking an odd sense of pride in being a bigger boy. All rational thought was blocked by the satisfaction of eating such a big, tasty, and filling meal. A dopey grin was spread across his lips, even as his skin stretched to accommodate a double chin. Beneath him, the chair had started to groan and strain. In minutes Jasper had doubled his body weight. His t-shirt was almost painfully constricting around his chest, and an odd metal popping came as his zipper gave out, the pants splaying open under the table in a feeble attempt to keep the fabric from tearing around his larger ass.

While Jasper couldn't explain the feeling as being satiated, as he licked the last crumbs from his plate and let the last drops of milk fall from the glass onto his tongue, he looked down at the empty tray of food with some small measure of pride. He had accomplished all that eating by himself, and there was even more of his body to love... though it was probably a good idea not to linger in public until he had a better grasp of what was going on.

He tried to get up, though his first effort was in vain. Jasper was too well wedged under the table. With a quick glance to see who was looking, he shoved the table away from himself and sprung up to his feet before the chair could protest too much more. He grabbed his tray, holding it low to block his open fly and moved over to the deposit area. As the tray rumbled away on a rotating wall of caddies, Jasper slipped out into the morning air. It was brisk against his exposed skin, but once more having his belly on display was oddly alluring. He smiled a bit as he started the trek back to his dorm.

****

The mirror in Jasper's room had been insufficient to display himself properly, so instead he'd gone to the communal bathroom. It was still early enough in the day that people weren't coming and going all that much, and the few men that had wandered in had been so focused on their own morning routine that they hadn't given Jasper a second glance, well, a third anyhow. A few had looked the large man over, wondering who he was from the back. Jasper hadn't turned around. He was too transfixed with his own image in the mirror. He looked like himself, but also someone else... With a belly, man boobs, a double chin and a huge ass it was as if he had been leading another life entirely. It looked like it would have been a good life.

Jasper had an admiration for his new attributes, though he felt odd about it. There was something exciting about breaking away from society's stereotypical mold and being a bit of a rebel. It was a body size accomplished with self pleasure and instant gratification, and that too felt good. There was more of himself to love, and certain barriers that he had fought through before had started to crumble. His chest was spread with a darkening of hair for the first time, and his fatter jowls seemed to be dark with the first hints of stubble on the cheeks. He was becoming more of a man.

The young man reached up and traced his fingers across his cheeks, feeling the rough tickle of the ends of the hair and the soft heft of his flesh manipulated beneath his tough. Jasper's rational mind made a concerted effort to return to the forefront, making it clear how much life had changed in just one day. It was exciting but it was also overwhelming. Jasper swallowed a bit nervously and left the bathroom and moved down the hallway. He passed a few open doorways, hoping none of his hall mates noticed him before he made it back to his room.

He slipped through the door and shut it behind himself before he leaned against the side of his closet and sighed, closing his eyes. There was a moment of peace, of contemplation. That moment ended as his stomach growled. Jasper's eyes snapped back open again. He had just eaten, and he had eaten a lot. How was it that he was still hungry? But... it had felt so good to eat. Jasper moved across his dorm and grabbed his emergency snack pack. Before long cheddar crackers with pasty peanut butter were being gnashed by his teeth, crumbs trailing down across his chin. But he murmured softly as the salty, savory treat dissolved on his tongue.

Jasper polished off his raw ramen complete with salt packets, crackers, a tub of peanut butter, a cold can of soup. He gulped it all down, his belly jiggling with glee, but none of it was enough. Nothing was enough. His erection was tight against his pants and he needed more than one kind of release. There was no denying it, no turning back. He closed his eyes and thought of the kiss, of Hank. He let out a soft squeal and a wet spot formed in his pants, letting out a very similar woody musk that he remembered from the bar. There was no turning back... He needed more Hank.

****

The door to the Pig Pen opened up, the light of day spilling into the darkened interior. Jasper stepped through the door, relieved that it wasn't empty. While there weren't as many people as the night before, he did have to squeeze by a few. As their bellies and hips bumped, he felt pleasurable ripples move through his fat. As he made his way to the bar, one of the hogs let out a whistle of appreciation. Jasper blushed a bit, but his ever hard cock seemed to get a bit harder.

"Looking good piglet! You put on some pounds my man. What can I do for you?" the bartender asked, his tusked grin wide as he eyed just how big Jasper had gotten. Jasper panted a bit, trying to balance his weight on the stool.

"Do you know when Hank is going to get in?" Jasper asked desperately. The bartender shrugged a bit.

"He shows up most nights around five or six..." The bartender asked. Jasper looked devastated at that.

"But that's hours from now, it's barely lunch time..." Jasper said softly. As if hearing the word lunch, his stomach rumbled with greedy need. The bartender shook his head.

"You can't wait on an empty stomach my man... You want to try our slop keg? I think you'll like it." He offered. Jasper looked at the bartender, catching a sight of his own reflection in the mirror behind the bottles. In one day he'd packed on hundreds of pounds of fat, grown stubble, and covered himself with remnants of cum and food. He was losing himself in this, becoming one of the others, an anthro. He'd heard of it happening of course, but he never expected it to happen to him... But at the same time it felt so good, so perfect.

"Maybe a little." Jasper said, blushing. The bartender grinned, reaching under the bar to hand him a clear tube. Jasper looked at it in confusion. The bartender mimed putting it in his mouth. Jasper hesitated but did so. The bartender pulled one of the tabs and a thick mixture moved up the tube and poured into Jasper's waiting mouth.

An ambrosia of savory flavors erupted on Jasper's tongue. It clearly wasn't a drink, but instead food. He greedily gulped at it, letting it coat his tongue in flavor before he swallowed it down. The rumbling in his stomach stopped, and the growth resumed. His fat man boobs started to grow again, his belly pushing out rounder and larger, his navel growing deeper. His ass cheeks widened and his legs thickened.

The tiny voice in the back of his head, warning Jasper about what was going on, was growing quieter and quieter with each passing second. The food tasted too good, the bartender was happy to serve him, and in just a few hours Hank would be there... Jasper snorted a bit for air as he gulped down the food, his nipples bloating larger as his clothes failed more and more to contain everything they were trying to hold.

****

The heavy guttural growl of the motorcycles pulling into the parking lot shook the windows and made every glass bottle in the building vibrate. For being as large as they were, Hank and the boys crossed the lot in no time at all and made it into the building. Hank's mohawk was upright, standing tall and proud. He could barely make it through the door with the girth of his belly, but he moved in like he owned the place. Three more hogs followed in, moving to take their usual seats. Hank was about to order his regular when he stopped, a grin crossing his porcine face.

Sitting at the bar, Jasper had gotten quite tubby. His shirt had given out, though his sweatshirt was hanging on for dear life spread over his huge shoulders. His rotund belly and man boobs were on display for all to see and he'd grown a short dark beard in the space of a few hours. Hank moved over, standing before Jasper. Jasper looked up at Hank with a glitter in his eyes.

"You came back." he said eagerly.

"Of course I did piglet, had to make sure you were growing up okay." Hank said, handing the bartender a hundred dollar bill for his troubles. The bartender grinned, pocketing the tip. Hank looked around and then back at Jasper, "You ready to join my gang?"

"Become a biker?" Jasper asked.

"Become a bad ass biker, a road hog, one of my crew." Hank said.

"Hell yes." Jasper replied. Hank chuckled, throwing a few more bills at the bartender before he opened up the back room. Jasper followed after eagerly, not sure what was in store. The back of the Pig Pen was a combination store room and garage. Kegs lined one wall, crates of bottles and imports and food another. There was a huge motorcycle in the center of the room, looking like the engine was nearly done being rebuilt. Jasper looked around in a bit of wonder, but when he heard a strained zipper release and a belt buckle hit the floor, he turned.

Hank was standing there, large and in charge. Hundreds of pounds of porcine fat, tall mohawk, thick beard, nose ring, tattoos. His cock was monstrously thick and pendulously long, pierced as well. Hank opened up his vest and gave one of his nipples a firm tug, feeling them both get erect rather quickly. He reached down and gave his hog cock a slap, letting it firm up and bloat even more.

"Now how do you want to do this? How do you want to go from piglet to hog?" Hank asked. Jasper grinned at that, moving forward slowly.

"Well, I do seem to have an oral fixation." Jasper replied. Hank chortled at that.

"Come here piggy, suck down my pork." Hank oinked. Jasper dropped to his knees and nuzzled in, his tongue sliding all over Hank's rod. It was so big and meaty, salty and musky. Jasper's tongue worked around the foreskin, then the tip. Jasper's mouth opened wide and he started slipping his head down around the meat. Jasper moaned as Hank dragged his thick fingers through his hair. He heard something open, shut, a squirt of liquid, and then felt Hank working something into his hair.

Hank pulled the chemical through Jasper's dark locks, bringing up a tall crest down the center, a thick and proud mohawk. He worked at the edges, made sure it was firm, and then grabbed something off the shelf. A loud buzzing started and Hank brought the clippers along Jasper's head, sheering off the sides of his hair. His skull was larger than before, his scalp glistening as it was newly exposed.

Jasper shuddered, feeling hair cascade down across his shoulders and fall to the floor. His identity was being stripped away, changed, altered. He'd come to the pig pen as a student on a pub crawl, now he was becoming something else, someone else... but it was hard not to like it. Hank put away the clippers and started thrusting harder, really going at it. Jasper relaxed his throat and felt the pork pole slide down his esophagus, reaching half way to his stomach.

Hank was snorting and oinking, looking down at the man before him. Jasper had grown up so much, so big, so fast. That turned Hank on. He moaned, throwing his head back, panting as pre started to gush from his cock. Jasper guzzled it down as well, letting it coat his throat and fill his stomach. A tingling began to spread out from his belly, hitting his nipples before circulating further. The first change was an ache in Jasper's tailbone, one more severe than he'd ever felt before.

The flesh between his bloated ass cheeks got tender and red, inflamed, tight, and then it began to move. His static, tight tail bone began to grow outward, gaining new segments and connections. The tender flesh stretched around it as it curved and curved, then curved some more. A corkscrew tail formed, waggling behind his fat ass. Hank reached down and grabbed Jasper's head, pulling it in close. Jasper's face was smashed against the biker's thick bush over and over, his nose getting squished flat, but even more than that it was tilting up, the nostrils flaring, the flesh bloating. Jasper's fine face was soon dominated by a pig snout.

The former student's ears took on soft points and his lower lip started to swell, stretching outward, widening, making room for something behind it. There was a tickle on his upper lip before the tiny nubs emerged. While they were subtle at first, the tusks were growing in thicker and faster. It felt almost like an erection forming in his jaw as his tusks rose taller, wider and broader. They scraped against Hank's under belly, but Hank didn't mind. If anything, it just made him fuck Jasper's face harder.

Jasper's toes curled and uncurled from the pleasure, but he needed more. He pulled off the cock, revealing his pig snout, letting out a snort before he rolled over, pulling down his pants, showing off his ass to Hank. Hank oinked in response, bringing his saliva covered cock to Jasper's cheeks. He slid them up and down the cheeks before he pivoted and drove his shaft down. Jasper let out a squeal and braced on the floor.

The impact of the thrusts sent Jasper's body wiggling. His belly swayed, his man boobs flopped, if anything he seemed to bloat even more from the attention, but Jasper's eyes were glued to his fingers. His fingernails had never been perfect, but as he watched they got thicker, tougher, and took on a decidedly browner shade. The keratin was toughening up almost like hooves, and what was left of his shoes.

Hank watched the piglet toughen up into a hog with a healthy amount of hair, fat, muscle. He leaned down, nuzzling Jasper's shoulder blades. Jasper humped the ground, horny out of his mind, snorting and oinking as his face tingled and black bristly hairs grew out into a mustache and beard, framing his large face, getting a bit bushy. He threw his head back, his mohawk brushing Hank's. The two hogs were in high heaven. With that embrace, Hank let out a deep squeal and thrust deep, letting out a hot flood of thick pig sperm deep in Jasper's ass. Jasper's body throbbed with heat and vitality, accepting and locking in the change to something else, something Anthro.

"Fuck that's good Hank." Jasper said, his voice deep. Hank grinned, reaching around to caress Jasper's face.

"Hogs love like no other." Hank said, "Now, I think it's about time we celebrate. Their best whisky?"

"Oh hell yes, and after we recover from that tomorrow, you gotta teach me how to ride." Jasper replied. Hank chuckled at that and pointed.

"We gotta finish fixing your bike first." Hank said. Jasper looked up at the bike and shrugged a bit.

"Well, at least we know where to get refreshments while we work on that hog." Jasper chuckled, wriggling his ass playfully, teasing Hank's cock. Hank grunted a bit and started to grind again. It seemed that both pigs had an equal appetite for sex as they did for food.

****

The roar of the motorcycle engines filled the street, echoing twice as loud as they passed under the downtown mall sky bridge. There were five bikes in all, each with a huge hog sitting on top. Hank led the way, his mohawk defying the wind, his nose ring dangling heavy from his pig snout. He was flanked on one side by a shaved head pig, and on the other by Jasper. Jasper's mohawk was just as big as his boyfriend's, and he was newly pierced in his porcine ears and snout as well.

The vibration of the engine shuddered through Jasper's massive pig body, making every nerve ending buzz with pleasure. His nipples and cock were constantly hard and both were practically on display. The jeans Jasper wore were specially designed with a pouch in the front to give more room, and much like the leader of the hogs, he wore a vest with no under shirt, exposing his nipples if the flaps shifted even the slightest.

It had been an exhilarating two weeks with the gang. They had cruised the state, traveling from one end to the other. They had seen the land, felt the sun on their tough hide, and tasted the freedom that any good biker gang promised. They had even escaped the cops after one particularly rowdy escapade. Coming back to the Pig Pen felt like it was meant to be, the perfect full circle moment.

The bikers slowed and pulled into the lot, taking up the reserved parking with their bikes. The roar of the engines died away, replaced by the faint clicks and pops of the engine cooling down and the metal settling. Jasper was a bit surprised how his body felt without the vibration of the engine, almost as if his body had gone to sleep a bit and now it was forced to wake up in the mundane world.

"It'll be okay there bud, that's what the drinks are for." Hank chuckled, recognizing the familiar expression. He swung off his bike and moved over, leaning in to give Jasper a deep kiss. Jasper's eyes slipped shut and their thick, gooey tongues danced between each other's lips as their beards meshed and rubbed together... but Jasper wasn't some doting bitch. He grabbed onto Hank's head and pulled him in for an even deeper, more passionate kiss. They were equals, they were hogs.

Hank snorted into the kiss with pleasure before finally they broke for air. Hank patted Jasper's round, luxurious hip and moved to lead the boys inside. Jasper followed after, but he stopped for a moment just outside to appreciate the evening. It was a bit warmer than most nights, an orange glow filling the heavens. A breeze blew through his beard, cresting around his tall and proud mohawk. His eyes looked out to the street, seeing twenty somethings wandering from bar to bar.

Jasper didn't feel regret or loss at losing his past life... he felt relief. He wasn't a slave to the onward grind of retail economics. He wasn't chained to the boring monotony of being human. He was a thrill seeker, a bastion of freedom, a happy hog with an amazing life. He grinned a bit, running his hooflet tipped fingers through his beard, his nipples getting a bit harder again. Maybe one of the humans would be bold enough to visit the Pig Pen, maybe he'd be the mysterious stranger to sire a new piglet.

He reached down and groped himself, his cock already oozing a bit of pre. It was a delightful dream to be sure, but in the mean time he was missing out on drinks. Jasper opened the door and moved into the bar, hearing the cheers for his name. His belly wobbled as he walked, but the grin on his tusked face grew even bigger as he took his usual seat and grabbed a beer, tipping it back. The amber fluid washed over his fat tongue and he gulped it down. The night was young, and the adventures were waiting.