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It's always kind of been an acknowledged occupational hazard. I knew that, one day, they'd find me. It takes a lot of work to keep yourself hidden from the goon squads, and the job has only gotten harder since civilians started reporting the last of us on sight. I'd managed to get by for quite a while with a few simple disguises, but there's only so far that a fake nose can take you.

I was out trying to pick up some groceries when they caught me. I was just leaving the store, thinking I'd gotten by for another week, when I heard the sirens. I started running, but didn't even get out of the parking lot before the black vans came screeching to a stop all around me and backed me against the wall of the grocery store.

Next thing I knew, a few dozen tall, muscled furs were jumping out of the vans, and one of them had my arms behind my back, my face pressed against the hood of one of the vans. I was yelling something, I can't remember what; probably something about my rights, how I was just a normal citizen. They didn't reply. A heavy, furred hand came around to my face, and easily lifted the fake snout off of my nose. I heard a few gasps from the furs watching on, but didn't get to see their faces. The patrol quickly had me tossed into the back of one of the vans, and then they were speeding away with me in the hold.

The rest was a blur. They drove for a long time, going god knows where. Nobody ever figured out where they performed the Process. They'd been doing it for close to six years, now, and nobody had ever managed to get out in the same shape as they'd gone in.

After what could have been minutes or hours, they opened up the back of the van. I ducked my head away from their vision, still unused to having my human features openly displayed. They felt no such shyness, though, and soon two of them entered, grabbing my arms and hauling me out of the van. We were inside of some sort of a building, and they walked me away from the van to a long corridor. At the end of the hallway, there was a big pair of double doors. Wordlessly, two furs standing on either side of the doors leaned over and opened them, and the two holding me shoved me forward. As I stumbled and fell to the ground, I heard the doors slamming behind me, locking me inside of the room.

I lay there for a few moments, panting. Then, finally, I looked up, and groaned in confusion. The sound echoed back as I stared about me, finding a room full of tall, intimidating, and totally nude bulls. They were all identical, glaring at me from all angles of the massive room. It looked like it must have gone on forever, all of it filled with identical bulls giving me an identically intimidating and belittling look.

The bulls must have seen the fear in my face, as they simultaneously cocked their eyebrows at me, grinning. Then, they opened their mouths as one, but only one voice came out, echoing. “Mirrors, human."

I gaped for a moment, confused. Then, I looked more closely at the bulls. It took a few moments for me to understand; all of the walls in the room were mirrors. The reflections bounced off of each other, making it look as though the room went on forever. Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I focused on the bull directly in front of me, which I assumed was the real one.

After a few moments of silence from me, he said, “Well, I'm glad to see that you've returned to your senses, human. It's so much more fun when I have an active participant as opposed to a stunned, limp victim."

I kept watching the bull, taking in his form. He was well-built, with muscles bulging out from beneath his black fur. He stood on a pair of shiny black hooves, each of which could have easily crushed my chest. He was entirely black, from those hooves up to the tips of his slightly curved horns. The only exceptions were his eyes, which were white, with a tinge of deep, deep brown in their pupils. After much resistance, I finally let my eyes wander down to stare at his massive sheath, the size of the things blowing away even my own great expectations. A pair of baseball-sized orbs hung down beneath the sheath, with a thin tail dangling visible just below. At the worst possible time, I remembered just how long it had been since I'd seen that much bare skin on anybody other than myself.

“I'm glad that you appreciate my body, human." I jumped, blushing as I turned my wide eyes back up to the bull's face. A narrow grin parted his muzzle, and he nodded to me. “I believe we have some business to attend to, though. Such as why there was a renegade human running around my city?"

I shrugged helplessly. "What can I say? After six years, you get damn good at hiding in plain sight."

“Oh?" The bull eyed me for a moment, before his grin widened. “I suppose that explains this, then." Seemingly from nowhere, he produced something in one of his massive hands. I stared at it for a few moments, not recognizing it. “My men said you were wearing it when they found you."

I blushed a bit, quickly understanding what it was. I finally managed to mutter, “So? Had to blend in, didn't I?"

“Yes, I suppose you did. Still, it's an interesting choice, isn't it?" He grinned as he inspected the fake pig's snout, made to blend perfectly with my skin and stick on without the need for a string. I had paid a costume company a pretty penny to get it a year after the furries started showing up and performing the Process on people. I'd known it wouldn't take long for things to go 1984, so I figured it was a sound investment.

“Only thing I could think of at the time that didn't require fur," I replied simply, eying him carefully and wondering what he was getting at.

“Couldn't you have grown a beard? You humans can do that, can't you?" The bull glanced over at me, smirking. I wanted to hit him for acting like he didn't know. Hell, for all I knew, he might have been a human as recently as a few years ago.

My annoyance was interrupted when he crushed the prosthetic snout in his giant hoof-hand. I winced instinctively, thinking about how much money I had spent on it. Then again, considering my current situation, I reflected, it didn't matter all that much anymore. Seeing my flinch, the bull looked over at me and smirked, saying, “Oh, don't worry, human. Soon enough you'll have a real one to replace it with."

“What?" I said, staring at him in surprise. It only took a moment for me to understand, though, as I realized what he meant. I stammered, staring at him, and yelled, “Wait, no, not a pig… you can't!"

“Ah, you silly human, we already did," he laughed, his voice booming off of the mirrors to echo. I suddenly felt warmth spreading through me, and I yelped in discomfort, balling up and holding my slim stomach as it felt for a moment like I was throwing up. “We've been pumping this room with transformative gas since you walked in. We just hadn't decided what to make you into yet. That's been decided now, though."

I bit my lip, looking up to stare at him in horror. I hadn't been expecting it to be like this. I'd expected bizarre machines or terrible, agonizing medical procedures. But just like that?

Abruptly, I felt a heavy pressure on my nose. I gasped, and the air coming through my nose was rough and strangled for a moment. It felt like there was an invisible, painless hook stuck in the top of my nose, pulling upwards gently but insistently. I stared into the mirror for a moment as, before my eyes, my nostrils began turning upwards. I stammered, watching as the top of my nose wrinkled a bit with the changing orientation. Finally, the feeling finished, and it looked as though somebody had taken my nose and squashed it upwards and flat against my face.

I couldn't speak as the bull laughed again, his low voice sending shivers up my spine. I was still staring at my reflection, unable to look away. “Ah, yes, I see you've noticed the reason for our favourite feature in this room. The mirrors force you to watch. No matter where you look, you'll see yourself changing. Isn't it wonderful?"

I looked over at him again, opening my mouth to reply, but the sound cut out into a rough gasp of discomfort as I felt another pang in my gut. I slipped down to my knees, leaning my shaved head against the cool floor to try and clear it. I could hear my own gasps, rough and hoarse through the odd shape of my nose, and the bull's thundering laughter. I wasn't sure what was happening to me, but a moment later, it all became clear as I felt my stomach rumbling, the way it did on the days when I couldn't risk going out for food.

And then, I felt something that filled me with dread. Beneath my hands, I felt my flat, slim stomach beginning to push softly out. Over the past few years, I had lost a lot of weight in hiding, so I'd grown used to being skinny as a rail. However, as I pushed at the my stomach now, I could feel a soft give as it bulked out, my somewhat concave belly pressing out to fill my gasping fingers.

I let out a yelp of terror, the sound amplifying as it came out garbled, and almost like a breathy snort. I glanced up at one of the mirrors again, and saw to my continued disbelief that the slight gain in mass wasn't limited to my stomach; it was spreading across my body, bulging my arms, spreading my thighs, and filling out my hollow cheeks. As I watched, my clothes, which had been purposefully big on me before, became proper sized, showing off my new, modest amount of pudge.

As it kept spreading, though, my attention was diverted away to something more pressing and distracting. Bordering the soft warmth flowing through my body, there was now a rough itchiness spreading across my skin. At first, I ignored it, but within a few moments, it was consuming everything, and growing maddeningly strong. I had no choice but to bite my lip, letting out a soft, high-pitched yelp or two, before I began scratching furiously all across my body, rolling on the floor and rubbing on the cool tiling to try and soothe the sensation. Nothing helped, though, and it kept building, coating me fully.

Eventually, in my thrashing, I ended up rolling myself against one of the walls, my face pressed to the mirror. I stared into it for a moment, looking into my own eyes, half-crazed from the maddening itchiness.

In order to blend in better, I'd kept my head and face closely shaven over the past few years. As such, aside from my eyelashes and brows, my head was more or less hairless. As I watched, though, the few stray hairs on the top of my head simply dropped out, falling to the floor. My eyebrows quickly followed suit, an intense itchiness filling the skin beneath as each individual hair dropped off my face. My entire head was soon left perfectly hairless, and I had to stare at my bare, smooth skin.

I was shocked from my wide-eyed staring when that skin, already beginning to plump out with my increased weight, began changing colour. The itchiness grew stronger, and I whimpered in discomfort as my skin, pale from hiding inside and avoiding open areas, began changing hue, before darkening ever so slightly to a light pink colour. It spread out from the top of my bald head, and swept down, rushing over my upturned nose, and down beneath the collar of my shirt.

Much to my relief, though, as my skin tone changed, the itchiness finally dulled. With much effort, I staggered up to my feet, finding the task much harder now with the added weight draped across my body. Looking at myself now, my clothes were beginning to get small, my waistband already stretching around my prominent gut.

I stared at myself, the body that still undeniably carried my image, but that was beginning to look more porcine with each instant that the pinkness spread and my chubbiness grew more profound. The skin that had before felt hard to the touch with bones and muscle just underneath now looked soft, stretched tight over a layer of nice, cushy fat. With trembling fingers, I reached up a hand, bringing it closer to my stomach, which was still mostly covered by my shirt. The piece of clothing was beginning to ride up, though, revealing the slightly bulging, pink mass.

Suddenly, a black, furred hand came around, and closed around my chubby pink hand. I gasped in surprise as the hand pushed my own down and brushed it against my belly. I tried to groan, but it came out as an odd, high-pitched whine. Not only was my stomach soft, giving way easily to my hand, but the pink skin was much more sensitive. Even through my shirt, it sent thrills of feeling shivering up my spine as the bull guided my hand to stroke over my stomach. It wasn't as good as pleasuring myself, but it was damn lot better than a simple touch like that should have felt.

“Hmm… you're beginning to look very nice, my little human," he drawled into my ear, his low voice making my ear flick in a movement quite alien to me before then. I only half paid attention to his words as he went on, too busy watching my ears in the mirror as they began reaching up into slight points on either side of my head. “That boring, flimsy frame being replaced by something bigger… better… much sexier…"

I was watching my ears slowly migrating up my head when I felt his other hand brush over my thick, soft thigh through my pants. I sucked in a sharp gasps, that high-pitched wail sounding again, though slightly sharper this time. I blinked, then stared at the entire image in the mirror before me in terror. All across my body, my clothes were growing tight, and more and more of my pink skin was showing, stretched over flab. My body was beyond chubby, now, and I had definitely crossed into the realm of being fat. My upturned nose was twitching as my ears finished their migration, ending nearer to the top of my head, perfectly formed into large, flared triangles.

Just as concerning to me, though, was the black bull, his nude body pressed up against my back. His hand was still gliding my hand over my stomach, while the other sat dangerously high on my thigh.

I managed to suck in a breath, the air through my nose sounding increasingly like a snort, and gasped out, “What are you, uh…?"

The bull simply laughed at that, the soft vibrations in his chest transmitting through its contact on my back, and making my fat jiggle a bit before my eyes. That sight itself made my knees weak as the creature went on. “Oh my, still trying to be coy and restrained. That really doesn't suit you anymore, my fine, porcine friend…" He drew out the 'sss' noise in porcine, making my entire body shiver in bizarre need. “Let those inhibitions go… I saw your eyes drinking me in when you walked into this room. When was the last time you fucked? You know you want to, piggy…"

“I'm human!" I whimpered, shaking my head violently. “Stop it, please! I…" I had to pause for a second as he suddenly brought my hand down to brush over the revealed bit of my bulging belly for the first time. The sensations were only stronger, and my skin felt different to the touch; thicker, much more like a hide, now. My entire body shuddered, and my voice choked for a second. Then, I managed to catch my breath again, and finish. “I'm a human, and I can practice basic fucking restraint."

The bull chuckled again, and I almost collapsed with the feeling. He licked over one of my tall, triangular ears, and whispered directly into it. “You are a strong-willed one. However, the gas in the air that's changing you is also removing your inhibitions. Whether you like it or not, you're becoming an animal. Perhaps you would appreciate it more if I… showed you…"

“Showed me?" I murmured in confusion, before my breath cut out into a sharp wail of pleasure as his hoof-tipped fingers closed on the fabric of my shirt, and with a single, sharp tug, he tore it away from my body. As the fabric, already stretched tight with my weight, fell away, my mass was finally allowed free, and my large belly and soft, flabby chest flopped into view. Perfectly smooth and devoid of hair, and all in that beautiful, light pinkish colour.

I didn't offer any resistance as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of my pants, and likewise tore them apart, handling my underwear in the same motion. As the pants and underwear fell to pieces, all of my pubic hair also fell away. The rest of my gut was let free, hanging down in front of me and almost masking my perfectly smooth crotch from view. A pair of equally hairless balls hung down beneath my now-pink shaft, much larger than they had been before.

It took a few moments before I noticed the changes that had overcome my lower legs, so engrossed I was with looking at my altered manhood. My legs had shifted their orientation to stand more on the balls of my feet, giving them a somewhat feral look. Much more shockingly, though, and probably the biggest change yet, were my feet. During the intense itchiness, it seemed that they had shifted from being regular human feet to odd, split hoof-like things, the same pink colour as the rest of me. I balanced carefully on them, and found that aside from a bit of awkwardness, my flabby legs and hoof-like feet could support me.

The bull stepped up behind me again, and I moaned that high-pitched moan openly as I felt his fur on my bare skin. Much more importantly, to my altered senses at least, I felt his heavy, thick sheath, running up along the top of my taint to the small of my back. He bit softly onto the tip of one of my ears, and spoke again.

“Look at you. Look at that body. What do you see?" He was quiet, and I knew he wasn't expecting an answer. I looked, though, and took in my large, fat body, the pinkish skin, the hooves, my upturned nose. I could see my shaft twitching, and beginning to lift up and touch against the base of my belly. Somehow, I instinctively knew that I would soon have a bestial sheath, just like the bull behind me.

It was not the body of a human.

He breathed into my ear, and murmured, “If you're willing to give up on those human inhibitions, we can speed it up. There are ways…" Abruptly, I felt a firm heat spreading from the tip of his sheath up my back, throbbing against my flesh. “Ways that I'm certain you would enjoy… all you have to do is say the word, and give up on that silly humanity you're clutching to… say it…"

I stared at my reflection, shuddering as I considered it. My shuddering only grew stronger as I realized I wanted to see this through to the end. I wanted to see the finished product, to be the beast I'd been running from for the past six years.

So, I took a deep shaking breath, and said it aloud.

“Make me a fat, horny pig."

No sooner had I said the words than he had pushed on my back, sending me falling forward onto my hands and knees in surprise. I started pushing myself up, but suddenly he was over my back, his hot, hard body holding mine down as he lined himself up. I felt that burning warmth that had been on my back a moment before touch against my fat asscheeks. He grabbed them roughly and pried them apart - it had been years since I'd last felt somebody touch me like that, and I instantly enjoyed it. I felt the warm pole slide forward, and finally come to a rest with its tip just touching against my entrance. He paused, then, and whispered to me again, his voice instantly forcing me to obey.

“Look up into your reflection. Watch as the last of your humanity flees you, and you become my little piggy."

I looked up into the mirror. I saw my face; pink, hairless, chubby, with an upturned but flat nose and big, triangular ears at the top. I panted hard, staring at that image.

Then, I felt the two hundred and fifty pounds of muscle above me flex, and my ass was spread for the first time as a pig. I threw my mouth open, and stared as my nose and mouth pushed out into a proper snout in time with the cock surging into my ass. The high-pitched wail I'd been making cracked, and then, for the first time, an ear-splitting pig squeal broke from my lips, echoing through the chamber.

The bull above me was not gentle. Even as I was squealing, he was pulling his mammoth cock back, and slamming it back in. My squeal jumped as I felt it slamming deep inside of me, and I could barely think from the mixed pain and pleasure. Fireworks were going off in my mind as my body went into overdrive, trying to process the incredible length of bullhood drilling into me as my body went through its final stages of transformation.

He rutted me hard, like he would have a cow at pasture, mating me like the animal I'd let him turn me into. For the first couple thrusts, I could feel my own member slapping against my belly with the force of the insertions. As it went on, though, the slapping stopped, and I looked down in a daze to stare as my member was enwrapped in the promised sheath. Instantly, my cock jumped from the tip, bright red and sensitive to the air as it was reborn. I barely had time to process the new colour and length before the bull's hips slammed into my flabby cheeks again, and abruptly the head of my cock twisted into a bestial corkscrew. My balls churned beneath me for a moment on the next thrust, growing slightly larger, and I instinctively knew that I would never be able to sire any human heirs with them now.

This thought sent a thrill of pride running through my piggy body, and I squealed with pleasure as I started rocking back to meet the thrusts, trying to drive the bull's meat deeper inside of myself. I was a beast, now, and every vibration through my fat caused by the bull's hips crashing into my rump sent that message home deeper. Between thrusts, I let out deep grunts and snorts, trying to refill my air for the next squeal.

Abruptly, at the deepest point of one thrust, he stopped, leaning over my ear and panting. Then, he reached a hand forward, and my brain just about exploded as I felt sensation in something that hadn't existed before. It took a moment for me to realize that he had just grabbed my newly-grown, thin, curly tail, and was toying with it between his fingers.

“You know, if I were to go this hard on most males, they'd probably be dead, pig. Fortunately, you've got this nice fat ass here to cushion the blows, so I don't have to hold back!"

With that, he gave a hard yank on my new tail. I arched my back, squealing in delighted discomfort, and then he thrust in again, sublimating my squeal to new levels.

Eventually, it had to end though. Soon, his grunts and roars above me grew more insistent and frenzied. I could feel my own squeals melding into almost a constant, piercing wail. He tugged on my tail again, and slammed in a few more times, growling out, “Test out that corkscrewed cock, pig!" Then, he slammed in one last time, and liquid heat exploded in my ass.

My entire body froze for a moment, my fat quivering as I felt that pleasure rushing through my body, burning its way into every vein. Then, abruptly, my balls jumped, and my hips shook as thick, potent porcine seed blasted from the tip of my corkscrewed member, splattering across the floor beneath me. I squealed as loud as I could, drawing it out longer than I had thought possible as I rode out my first orgasm as a pig. It seemed to go on and on, rushing through my body and taking control of everything.

At long last, it ended, at about the same time as the hot bull cum stopped flooding into my ass. I collapsed down with the bull on top of me, my pig instincts not caring that I was wallowing in a puddle of my own cum. In fact, I felt somewhat comforted by this fact; it was right for me to covered in my own filth. I was a pig, after all.

Some time later, I don't know how long, the bull roused, and pulled himself free. I let out a disappointed grunt as his member slipped free from my ass, letting a splatter of cum out with it. I shivered on the ground a bit more as he stood, staggering a bit with afterglow. He looked down at me, and spoke.

“We actually altered your formula somewhat. You see, we're beginning to run low on human stock, and we need somebody to keep our employees… entertained. So, we slipped an agent into your transformation serum that has upped your sex drive many times over and greatly increased your pleasure sensors."

I rolled over lazily, feeling my heavy body, coated in my own cum, lying on its back as I stared up at him. I wasn't totally sure what he was saying. All I knew was that I was starting to feel horny again. I gave him a coy grin as I reached down and stroked my pink sheath, waiting for him to go on.

He smirked at my actions, and went on. “Of course, there are side effects. It has a tendency to make it hard for the subject to focus on anything other than sex. Are you alright with that?"

I tilted my head at him, not following. I gave a small grunt. “Hmm?"

His smirk widened, and he leaned down in front of me, looking me in the eye. “I asked, do you mind being a stupid slut?"

Oh. That I understood. I returned his smirk. “Of course not."

He dipped one of his thick fingers into my cum on the floor, and held it out to me, just beyond my snout's reach. “And why's that?"

“Because I'm a fat, horny pig," I replied easily. He grinned at me, and pushed the finger forward against my snout. I licked my cum off of it, savouring the taste, and oinked out, “And that's all I ever want to be."