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Grant scrambled up the loose, rocky soil, cursing his luck for the fiftieth time in the past hour. Why the hell did Boris' directions have to be so vague? 'Up the road some, then take a left after a while, then off road'. Couldn't he have been a little more specific?

Normally, Grant might have enjoyed the wandering hike, despite the scrawniness inherent in IT professionals like him, but the pounding thought of his girlfriend being violated by that disgusting pig weighed on him. Every second he spent looking for the cabin was a second that Hanson might be ruining Amelina's life. What would a rape do to her psyche? Would she recover?

Finally, Grant had to stop to take a breather. His slacks and plaid shirt were both scuffed and sweaty, and there was a small tear on the left knee of his jeans. His chest burned from lack of oxygen, and his mind was hazy. He sat down on the grass and just stared out in front if him.

What if he couldn't do it? What if he was just going to be lost? Amelina would be raped, and it would be Grant's fault for bringing them to the town in the first place. God, if he -

No. Grant's resolve hardened. He wouldn't fall into self pity or self blame. He would get up, man up, and find his woman.

He stood up, recalculated his position, and set off again.

-2-

It wasn't long before he finally found what he was looking for; as it turns out, he was less than a hundred yards from it ever since he got off the road, but it was so perfectly hidden in the cove of dark pine trees that he missed it completely.

Grant approached the cabin quietly and cautiously, eyes picking apart every detail to ensure nothing could surprise him. Surely Hanson had to know that Grant would be coming for his girl, 'legally married' or not. Perhaps he would be lying in wait, or he would have set up traps for Grant to protect him while he ravished Amelina. Either way, Grant knew he couldn't be too cautious.

The cabin was small, no more than fifteen feet long or wide. There was a single door in the front and a single window next to it, cut haphazardly into the dark pine logs that made up the cabin's walls. A pane of thick glass was wedged into the hole, but it was so filthy that it barely let in any light at all. It emenated a deep, musky scent, like a mix between cum and expired food. After some studying, Grant concluded that there was no traps set, and he crawled closer to the cabin, putting his ear up to the door.

Amelina was talking to Hanson, and though the door obscured her words, it was obvious she was pleading with him. Grant took this as a good sign; if she was pleading, then they hadn't fucked yet. After all, wouldn't that be what Amelina would be pleading to stop? He slowly slid along the side of the cabin to the window and peeked in.

It was hard to make out what was going on inside at first. The window he was looking through was the only source of light in the place, and that was mostly obscured by dirt and other filth. Eventually, Grant's eyes adjusted, and he saw a simple, one room shack. There was a couch on the east wall, a dresser on the north, a kitchen set on the west, and just below the window on the south was a single soiled, ratty mattress, where Amelina lay, sprawled out.

His breath caught in his throat. His Amelina, his beautiful Amelina... even if it wasn't her real wedding, she looked ravishing in her wedding dress, brown hair cascading down her shoulders. Hansen stood over her, gesticulating irritatedly as Amelina repeatedly refused his advances. A sense of relief settled over him; he wasn't too late. His girlfriend was still undefiled.

That sense of relief was short lived. In a movement that seemed to fast to be coming from the portly pig, Hanson reached down and grabbed the front of Amelina's dress, tearing it off with one clean motion. It fell away, leaving her completely nude, and giving Grant a beautiful sight to gawk at.

Even sprawled on a filthy mattress, Amelina was the most beautiful woman Grant had ever seen. She was tall and slender, with smooth, pale skin that contrasted her deep brunette curls. Her hips were as wide as her waist was small, and her bust was nearly twice the size of what might be considered 'large' for a woman her size. They were perky, jutting out several inches. There wasn't a hint of hair anywhere below her head. His favorite part, though, was between her legs; her cunt was a delicate thin line, marked more by the darker pink of the skin than any indentation. She was, in a word, ravishing.

Caught up in his appreciation of her body, Grant almost forgot the situation they were in. He looked up, only to gag as he found that Hanson had disrobed, too. His body was the polar opposite of Amelina's. While she was tall and slender, he was short, and chubby would be an understatement. No longer constrained by his overalls, his flabby body hung out for all to see, drooping down and dangling, jiggling with every movement he made. His skin was covered in grease and dirty, giving Grant the impression that he hadn't bathed in... possibly ever. The pig had to lift up his massive belly to pull out his cock which put Grant's to shame. It was nearly a foot long and slathered in a mixture of yellowish grease, brown gunk, and rotten off-white smegma. Veins traced their way up and down the shaft, before eventually disappearing into absolutely massive boar balls, each one the size of a pineapple and just hanging there, taut and virile. Grant shot a self-conscious glance to his own crotch, well aware his junk couldn't match up.

Amelina's panicked scream jerked Grant back to attention. Hanson had grabbed the insides of her supple thighs and forced them open, inspecting her cunt with a snort.

"Fuckin won't take my cock, I reckon. Gonna fix that righ up, I am," Hanson grunted. He squared his knees on Amelina's thighs, pinning them open under his immense weight, and set about fishing for his cock again.

"N-No, no, no! Let me go, let me- fuck, I'll fuckin kill you, my boyfriend will be here, he'll - ohfuckingfuckfffuuuck!" Amelina's anguished pleas devolved into a pained scream as Hanson lined up his thick cock with her cunt and, without any preparation, slammed in. It was like a nail through wood; it would go through, but it was going to fuck up the wood real bad before it did.

Grant stared in horror as Hanson forced his cock into Amelina's cunt. It was such slow going that he could see it push in centimeter by centimeter, first stretching her pussy lips far more than they'd ever been asked to stretch before, then visibly bulging out her groin as inch after inch of sloppy pig cock defiled her. Smegma and grease welled up around her hole; it might have acted as lube, but she was just too tight, and her cunt's lips scraped it all off as the cock entered her. About halfway through, Hanson noticed and chortled, wiping up the buildup and smearing it under her nose. Amelina's slender, clean looking pussy was changing to accommodate the gloriously revolting shaft now inside it. Her cunt became looser and wider, easily accommodating Hanson's cock now, and its labia grew and spread, until after a moment her pussy lips looked more like sloppy roast beef than anything. Finally, the fat in the area swelled to twice its size, cementing her cunt into the dictionary definition of a fupa.

The whole time Amelina screamed and writhed, but by the time his groin pressed against Amelina's, her voice was growing hoarse and tired from all the strenuous activity. Grant noticed that her nipples were rock hard, and... well, larger?

Amelina's screams finally tapered away as she, too, noticed something was off. It wasn't just that the fiery sensation in her womb had nearly entirely left, but that her entire body had stopped hurting. Warm flashes spread across her body, but when she looked down, the small feeling of hope she'd been nourishing was replaced with cold horror.

"W-What, what the fuck? Fuck! What the fuck!" She began to scream anew, scrabbling to pull away from Hanson. She was changing! Her skin, once a beautiful pale masterpiece, was beginning to turn a bright pink. Pig pink, with white splotches here and there. What's more, her breasts were beginning to swell. The once-taut skin turned soft and lumpy as it ballooned out, filling with fat and sagging to the sides.

Though she was only just now realizing her transformation, in truth it had begun the second Hanson slammed into her.

She swelled past her ample D cups into DD and beyond. Her nipples swelled too, transforming from the small nubs set on a tiny pink dot of an areola to thick, meaty poles that drooled yellowish milk, set on massive, dark red areolas that took up the lion's share of her newly engorged breasts. Then, when she thought the worst of it was over, she felt little itching sensations on her chest and belly. Little nipples appeared in rows down her body, new breasts for piglets to suckle. They were flat at first, but grew as rapidly as her first set of breasts did; it wasn't long before her second pair rivaled her first, each one slightly smaller than the one above it, but none of them smaller than a C cup.

While she couldn't see it, Grant could, and she could feel it; she was gaining weight in places other than her breasts as well. Her thighs, rounded but still muscled and slender enough to give her a small thigh gap, bloated out as muscle melted away and fat took its place. They grew wider and wider until each thigh was nearly as thick as her hips, like thick tree trunks attached to her.

Her belly was flat, but for the bulge that Hanson's cock made, but within seconds that bulge grew lesser and lesser until it disappeared. He wasn't pulling out; rather, lard was piling on, adding layer after layer of it until her stomach was so large that it was visible over her breasts. The extra weight pressed down on her diaphragm, making her breathing much harder than she'd ever experienced before.

Even her arms changed; while they had yet to change as rapidly as the rest of her body, the lean muscle she'd spent years building up melted away. At first her arms remained skinny, if flat and untoned, but soon fat began to swell up there, too, quickly transforming her underarms into flabby bingo wings that only the most shameless of overweight women wouldn't mind.

Hanson finally began to pump in and out, and as he did, the changes began to happen more rapidly. Her breasts continued to expand at an even faster rate, and soon her skin was a deep pink and white pattern. Amelina finally put two and two together and renewed her efforts to scrabble away from Hanson. She dug her nails into the fabric of the bed, tearing it in her attempts.

"You, you sick fuck! What are you doing to me?! How is this possible?" Amelina screamed out between the moans that Hanson's massive cock was forcing out of her. The pleasure was just too immense to ignore entirely, but she did manage to resist the temptation to start rubbing her nipples. She had to go. She had to find her boyfriend and leave.

To her surprise, Hanson actually replied between long, drawn out grunts. "I... fuckin... makin you a... proper sow! Gonna... gonna fit righ in, woman."

Amelina couldn't understand how his cock could possibly transform her, but that wasn't exactly a top concern for her at the moment. The changes began to accelerate, and while her belly was no longer any semblance of flat, it ballooned to the point that it rivaled Hanson's. It bloated upwards, spilling down around her and adding a good forty inches to her waistline. Most of this change wasn't fat; it was her stomach expanding, and Amelina could feel a pang of hunger wash over her. As it grew it began to sag like a blanket over her groin, forcing Hanson to lift it up to continue fucking her cunt.

The pig found it easier and easier to reach, no longer forced to crouch somewhat in order to keep his cock level with her ruined pussy. Even he was surprised for a moment, wondering what it could be, but reaching around, he quickly figured it out.

Amelina's ass was growing as rapidly as her breasts and belly was. Grant had always loved her ass; it was round and well toned, but no more than a handful each. Anything more was a waste in his opinion, and so she made certain to keep it that way. Now her body seemed to think otherwise; blubber surged to each cheek, forcing them to swell tremendously. To start it just made her ass wider and droop down lower, but this transformation wasn't going to leave her lacking; layer after layer of blubber caked onto the bottom of her ass, pushing it out from her hips so that it stood out like a shelf. At first the skin remained taut, giving her the impression of a massive, well-toned ass, but soon afterwards the fat began to flood in, lending her ass a texture similar to cottage cheese. She could feel her asshole swelling as well, pushing her cheeks apart as it transformed into a pecker worthy of the nasty pig she was becoming.

Amelina wanted to be disgusted with all the changes, and she was on a logical level, but her body and her primal instincts were enthusiastically embracing everything that was happening. There was no longer pain when Hanson thrust in, and every inch of her newfound skin glowed with pleasure. Her nipples were so sensitive that even the warm air felt erotic, and Amelina struggled to keep a clear mind through it all. Despite the pleasure finally beginning to creep into Amelina's mind, she still screamed, clawing at the mattress for traction so hard that it tore right beneath her fingers.

Finally, Hanson's favorite part about the transformation came. Previous to the transformation, Amelina's body was smooth, hairless; in other words, disgusting as far as Hanson was concerned. Throughout the process her body had kept its hairless state, not even growing the fine hairs that most pigs had on their skin. Finally, that was beginning to change.

It started with her ass. Coarse, wiry black hair began to push through around her asshole, quickly spreading from there. Soon it coated her massive ass and was spreading up her back. It began to make its way around her groin, creeping up her pussy and covering it in curlier pubic hair. Then, it made its way up her belly and continued on from there.

Despite the tingling feeling of all those little hairs pushing up through her skin, Amelina didn't realize what was happening until it started to sprout on her chest, starting at the edges of her areolas and clambering upwards. She let out a yelp of surprise and tried to brush it off, thinking couldn't possibly be hers, only to find that it was astonishingly difficult to lift her arms.

She looked to her side and turned pale. Her long, slender, well-toned arms were gone. In their place were hammocks. Her forearms were so bloated that she wasn't certain any bracelet was large enough to fit around her wrist, and her upper arms were so pudgy that the fat sagged over the elbows, both hiding them and making them more pronounced. To say it jiggled would be an understatement; there was barely a hint of muscle or tone to be seen.

"N-No, no, I can't..." she whimpered, trailing off. What use was it to protest at this point? She was changing, she was losing everything that made her who she was. Her arms were the least of her worries. In fact, she had another, larger worry that had just popped up; she could no longer feel her hands.

What horrible thing could have happened to them? Did they disappear, somehow? Was that what the sick fuck screwing her wanted? Or could they have just gone numb from the immense weight piled on her arms? Amelina closed her eyes and steeled herself, grunting and putting all of her effort into lifting her arms up so she could see her hands.

Her hands were there, but not as she remembered them -- in place of her usual fleshy fingers, she found her hands had transformed into three digit hooves. Despite the events of the last ten minutes, she was still stunned to see such a massive change. She turned them over, studying them and flexing them; they responded to her every movement. They were certainly hers, that was undeniable.

Through all of this, Grant stood watching in stunned silence. It was simply out of this world to believe this could be happening to his wonderful woman, but here it was, right in front of his face. He knew he should be struggling to get in, he should be saving her from the disgusting freak that was fucking her life apart, but he couldn't make himself move. The shock of the depravity he was witness to wouldn't let him. And, to his shame, he felt his cock swell in his pants as Amelina's perfect body swelled into a bloated, disgusting fat mess, throb as her breasts bloated beyond belief.

Amelina was slowly losing her battle with the pleasant haze that was struggling to overtake her when her head lolled back. By chance, she saw Grant in the window, and the realization that her salvation was here sent a shock through her body, reinvigorating her.

"Grant!" she yelled. Her sudden outburst startled Hanson, and she took advantage of the moment to slide out from under him and rush to the window. Grant could only stare in shock as his ruined girlfriend pressed up against the glass pane, her breasts pushed together as she struggled to get out.

"G-Grant! Grant, help m-"

Her eyes flew wide as her plea for aid turned into a long, rude belch, fogging up the window from its heat. For a long moment, Grant couldn't see inside. Then, the fog cleared. Amelina's eyes were empty, and her snout was hanging half-open.

Her snout?

Amelina had grown a snout as she burped, perfectly formed and almost cute on her. She looked fully like a sow now. There was no trace of her former self left, physically.

"F-fuh..." she mumbled, her eyes beginning to focus.

Grant pressed up against the window. "What? What do you want to say?"

"F-fuh.... Fuck me..." she whispered.

Grant pulled back in confusion. "Excuse me?"

"Fuck me," she said again. Then, her eyes cleared and she grinned, running back to Hanson, who was waiting behind her with an indulgent smirk on his face. "Fuck me!" she screamed. "Fuck me, fuck me harder than you ever fucked anyone!"

Hanson wasn't one to make her ask again; he pressed her down on the bed and spread her legs, slamming back into her cunt. Grant stood there, gaping at the sudden reversal of his girlfriend's personality. She was gone mentally now as well.

The hog didn't last long. It was a minute or so before he grunted, gripping onto her massive hips a little harder before exploding inside her, pumping her cunt full of thick, white pig cum. He'd came more than a gallon before pulling out, flopping onto the bed in a sweaty exhaustion. His cock was slathered in Amelina's juices and his own white cum, which dripped down onto his massive balls.

Amelina stood up, and for a moment disappeared from Grant's view. Then, the front door open, and Amelina stepped into the fading daylight, shameless of the nudity and her new, revolting pig body.

"Fuckin perv," she teased Grant as Hanson's cum spilled from her cunt.

Grant shook his head. "A-Amelina, what do you... you're free, we can run, and we can fix you, we can make this all-"

"Get the fuck outta here, ya perv!" Amelina barked at him.

Grant began to back away.

"Yeah, that's right! Fuckin pervert, comin up to married peoples windows and gettin off on them fuckin. What the fuck is wrong with you, ya cuck? Dick get hard at the sight of another man fuckin your girl? Can't get laid, so you gotta watch other people do it?"

"N-no, I-"

"Get outta here. Get! I'll call the fuckin police on ya, perv!"

Grant let out an explosive cry of grieved disbelief, taking one last long look at the love of his life before bolting away, stumbling over the rocky soil.

Amelina watched him in satisfaction until he disappeared over the hill, then turned around and walked back into her house. She flopped down next to her new husband, who was just beginning to dose of.

"I wonder if there's a nice single sow in town to shack that wimp up with?" Amelina mused with a slight grin on her face. "He'd look good with a few hundred extra pounds."