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The Wallowing Way

Written by Leo_Todrius

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The sound of rain was usually relaxing; a gentle pitter pat, a speckling on the cement... but this was no ordinary rain. It came down in drops so big and so heavy it sounded like hail on the windshield of the truck, and even louder pinging against the metal shell. The gutters had become raging rivers, water rushing down towards overloaded storm drains turning street corners into lakes. Most of the city was asleep and would wake to see the aftermath the next morning, but that was hours away and Jake was miles from home.

It had been almost forty minutes since the truck had broken down, but only a few since Jake realized there was no hope in reviving his vehicle. It had been pushed too far, too hard and too long. It needed a mechanic. Hell, it needed a miracle... but there were no miracles tonight. Jake sat, peering out. He'd gotten as far as a gas station, but it was closed. Only the neon lights behind the plastic facade kept the structure illuminated. Most of downtown was dark, shut down for the night.

Jake looked at himself in the mirror; twenty-eight, a five o'clock shadow, short buzzed brown hair, rectangular frame glasses. He hadn't been prepared for the storm. He wasn't really prepared for anything. He'd made it out of college without finding a real career afterwards. He'd done retail, he'd done yard maintenance, he'd done odd jobs. Nothing felt like a right fit, nothing felt like him. Part of it came from the fact that he hid the largest part of himself from the world. But there was no hiding now, and he couldn't just sit in a gas station parking lot all night.

The truck door creaked as it opened and Jake dropped out, his sneakers instantly getting soaked in the sheet of water running across the parking lot. Jake shivered, feeling the water saturate his black t-shirt and blue jeans in moments. It wasn't quite as cold as he'd expected, but it was cold enough and it wouldn't take long to sap what body heat he had. He tried to lock the truck up before he started moving down the street, headed toward home.

It was weird how the town he grew up in seemed so big growing up, but now it just seemed like a reflection of himself. It meandered, it wasn't as developed as it could be. It was so different at night without people and without lights. The apartments were dark, the shops quiet... all except one spot down the street. The burgundy canopy glowed like a beacon, the lights beneath lit up. Pink Christmas lights framed the windows, but the windows were blacked out. With every step closer, Jake could hear a bit more of music faintly filtering out from within the building.

At first Jake just wanted to get to the canopy to get out of the rain, but as he got closer he realized the possibilities... This place was open in the middle of the night. That meant people, a phone. Maybe someone would take pity on him and help him, even if it was just a ride home... A faint smile started to cross his lips. He reached the canopy and stepped out of the rain. His glasses were covered with raindrops, his clothes were soaked, but it still felt better.

The door to the building was old, wood with an iron handle and no window, though there was a mail slot. A carefully etched wooden sign had been attached to the door, proclaiming that the establishment was called the Wallowing Way. Jake racked his brain, trying to remember. Was it a club? A bar? A karaoke joint? When had it been built? Still, anything was better than the storm.

With a firm grip on the old handle, Jake opened the door. His first observation was that it was crowded, very crowded. His second observation was that they were all men, handsome men... and his last revelation was that the dress code seemed to be some combination of leather and an absence of any other clothing at all. There were harnesses, chaps, leather biker outfits, leather thongs, and one man clearly wearing nothing but a collar. They ranged in age, some looking barely legal to drink, others having several decades under their belt. Some were thin, some were thick, all looked eager - and many now looked directly at Jake.

Jake was frozen on the threshold, trapped as if he had just swung a door open and peered in on his innermost secrets, repressed and hidden from the world. How... were there this many people interested in leather in his hometown? How were they awake at that hour? How did he not know? Who DID he know? Now that they saw him, did they know? Jake felt icy cold from the rain and boiling hot from the embarrassment, but there was no turning back. If he let the door shut, there'd be more questions... so he stepped in.

While he had expected some music-stopping cantina scene where the whole place stopped to look at him, life seemed to go back to normal as soon as he stepped in. The air thumped with beats, the air was rich with the aroma of food and beer, an ocean of conversation ebbed and flowed. A few eyes looked Jake over in his wet t-shirt and jeans, some studying his contours. Most went about their business. Jake stopped next to the bar, looking over at a man in his forties, his head shaved and his cheeks adorned with two burly thick sets of golden-red mutton chops. Two thick gold earrings dangled from his ears and one hung from his nose.

"Do you have a pay phone?" Jake asked. The bartender's brow quirked a bit before he cracked a grin.

"Nope, I think they took out the last one about twenty years ago... You can use my cell phone if you need." he offered. Jake's brain was buzzing with overstimulation as he looked around, spotting someone he'd gone to middle school with - only now his classmate had his face buried in the leather jockstrap of a muscle gutted man who had his legs spread at one of the booths. Jake looked back at the bartender.

"Maybe I'll wash up first... That storm is killer." Jake said before excusing himself, moving past a dancing pair of men who were writhing and pressing against one another. As he squeezed past, he got a good whiff of their scent - sweat, sex, just a bit of aftershave. Jake was blushing beet red by the time he made it into the bathroom. The heavy door swung open and nearly slammed shut behind him, heavy enough to muffle the music to a dull echo. Jake panted softly, moving to the farthest end of the bathroom, sliding into the stall before he locked it tight and dropped down on the toilet.

Even sequestered, he could hear the music on the other side of the door, he could smell the scent of men that filled the restroom. What was he doing here? Where had his life taken him? He was tired... tired of wallowing. The door had stated it perfectly. He had been miserable with his life, miserable hiding who he was. He'd tried so hard and for so long and he still wound up stranded in a gas station in the middle of the night. What... was the point of fighting who he was? Maybe this had been a sign, maybe this was the first step... Exhaling slowly, Jake resolved that he'd hit a certain point and he couldn't push on any further. His life had to change.

A strange scraping sound startled Jake. He wasn't sure where it was coming from at first until he saw movement that shouldn't have been there, movement coming from the stall wall. There was a hole that hadn't been there before, then something squirming... a tongue. Jake froze, feeling his heart skip a beat. He knew what it was, he'd seen porn... But he'd never been next to a glory hole before, he'd never done anything sexual. It had all been in his mind.

"Daddy, I'm hungry..." Came a moan from the next stall over. Once again, Jake was beside himself. He looked down and saw nondescript leather boots below and bare ankles. Not exactly his look, but he could understand it. Maybe the kid was confused? Maybe he had a date with someone else? Or maybe the little twink was just as hungry as he said... Somehow in the back of Jake's mind, it all seemed to make perfect sense. He'd been wallowing his life away, wishing for what wasn't and then he just wandered right into his hidden secret. This place was an embodiment of what he longed and lusted for. He couldn't turn away from destiny.

The hungry twink heard a belt clasp, a zipper, then the soft thunk of pants hitting the floor. He squirmed with eagerness, coming up to the glory hole just as Jake waddled up. He'd never done anything like this, but the premise was simple enough. He lined himself up and leaned forward, sliding his shaft through the hole. It was a bigger gap than he expected, and well finished with the edges beveled to keep it from being uncomfortable. Jake's member was met with a few tender kisses, then an eager tongue. Jake's eyes squeezed shut as he moaned, his hand bracing on the cool metal partition between the stalls.

Jake's eyes rolled around in his head as that slathering, greedy tongue traced the underside of his cock, then the top, then the sides. It raced eerie contour before the lips began to enclose around the tip of his shaft. Jake shivered, the hair on the back of his neck standing up as this mysterious stranger began to suck and suck, a soft pop sound coming as he got the cock head in, then started avancing on the shaft.

The weary traveler leaned against the stall before he pressed himself up tight. The hole was big enough that his bush framed his manhood, but soon the hungry twink on the other side nuzzled deeper and deeper until Jake felt his nose rooting around against it. Jake was almost on his tip toes, too enthralled, and that was just from going into that hungry maw... as the twink pulled back, it was like being torn from heaven. Hot became cold, but at least that thick, sticky saliva was there, coating his cock... and it had just been the opening salvo.

What had started as a presentation of his meat became more of a dance. The twink started taking the shaft again, and this time Jake thrust in with it. He knew he wasn't any porn star with his stubble and his buzzed head, wearing a wet stained t-shirt, pants around his ankle, but this wasn't about that. This was carnal, this was pure, this was animal, this was... good. He grunted harder, thrusting back and forth, slamming into the stall, shaking the whole thing, but he didn't care. This was a leather bar and he wanted to be one of the guys.

The grunts and snorts came from both of them, the stall shaking as Jake went at it, thrusting in and out. His cock was covered in spit, but it was so thick it seemed to cling to it like some sort of clear slime. The twink on the other side pressed deeper and deeper, nuzzling into Jake's bush, pressing into the base until, to Jake's surprise, he didn't pull back - he went deeper instead. Jake's eyes snapped open as he felt an esophagus wrap around his cock, pulling it deeper, undulating and pulsing along his length.

Jake stood there, his head burning with heat, his head pounding with his heartbeat. He felt an orgasm building unlike anything he'd ever had before, coming from his brain and his balls and his prostate all at the same time, but to his shock, the twink began sucking again, drawing again, bobbing back and forth, impaling himself on Jake's member. Pleasure became a stinging pain, his cock burning, uncomfortable and yet exhilarating at the same time. The stinging traveled up through his loins, his spine, reaching his mind until it exploded in a completely different way.

A howl escaped Jake's lips as he came, his cum spraying down the throat of the hungry twink, but that was nothing. His whole cock felt like it was on fire, and yet strangely aroused still. He gave the twink every drop he had until he stumbled backward, nearly falling over the pants around his ankles, slamming into the stall behind him. Jake looked down at the cock that rose from his groin, but it wasn't the cock he knew, at least not anymore...

The pillar of flesh had to be at least thirteen inches long, the mushroom shaped tip stretched out to a point... but as he watched, it was still changing. The meat began to twist and coil, creating a sort of spiral effect, solid at the core but complex and hypnotic, stretching outwards. As he gazed at it, he could feel his balls swelling and growing, dropping, dangling before him as his balls stretched from the size of kiwis to oranges, the flesh distending to make up for the mammoth testicles.

Jake gasped and panted, torn between wanting to look away and being glued to watching his humanity warped and perverted into something else, something wicked, something inhuman. His heart sped up, sweat erupted across his forehead. As the adrenaline hit overdrive, he kicked off his pants, threw open the stall door and ran past the other stall, not even bothering to look back at the twink that had just taken his load and his innocence. Jake threw the door open to the bar, ready to make a break for it, but what he saw froze him in his tracks once more.

The leather pigs he'd pushed past to get to the bathroom... were literal pigs, or at least pig-human hybrids. They still had on their leather harnesses and jockstraps and chaps and hats, or not much at all, but they weren't human anymore, not entirely. Corkscrew tails bobbed above meaty asses, boots had been kicked off to reveal cloven hooves, the cocks on display were as alien and huge as his own, even bigger in a few cases. Even those that had been sporting nose rings now had the jewelry hanging down from snouts... and yet, somehow, they all seemed just as handsome as before.

Jake stood there, heaving breath, looking out. There were bald, bearded pigs, pigs with just a bit of scruff, young pigs, old pigs, fit slim pigs, fat, thick pigs... and they were all there having a good time. Beer was being served by the pitcher, food by the bowl. There was a haze in the air as a few of the men had lit up cigars, most certainly against city ordinance. Jake looked out at them, reeling from the surprise, from the change, from his own feelings.

"Excuse me." came a soft sound from behind him. Jake nearly jumped at the hand on his shoulder as a lanky pig passed by, wearing nothing but a smile on his lips as he moved back into the crowd, a few hands reaching out to caress his firm ass as he passed by.

"Whoo, will you look what the new initiate is sporting? You're going to be big, ain't you hoss?" One of the patrons said, grinning from behind his hulihee beard, the mustache and mutton chops combined in a rather extravagant display beneath his pig snout. The hair on his head was a bit of chestnut brown shag, more unkempt than most of the guests. He took a draw on his fat, long cigar, the end glowing bright before he exhaled a few puffs of smoke.

"What did you do to me?" Jake asked. There was a general chuckle from several of the patrons. The bartender shook his head, his thick earrings now dangling from pointed pig ears.

"You better sit down." He said, filling a pitcher with frosty beer. The head bubbled up, forming just a thin layer at the top before he put it down. Jake looked around before he moved over to the bar, looking at the well worn seat. The bartender smirked, "It isn't going to bite you."

"Is that what happened?" Jake asked.

"Nothing DID this to you, you did this to you." Another of the patrons said, a twenty four year old with a stubble beard, leather harness and a hat. He grinned slowly, "You're like us, except it took you a while to find us." he grinned.

"You're saying what? This was in me? It was hiding?" Jake asked.

"On the contrary, my friend, I bet it was trying constantly to break out." The bearded hog said, "You ever think to yourself how nice it'd be to be pinned beneath a big, sweaty, stinky man? All hair and grit and meat? Ever find yourself fighting to keep your impulses in check?" he asked. Jake looked around a bit bashfully. With his wet t-shirt on, he was more dressed than many of them. He shook his head.

"People just don't become pigs." Jake said weakly. The bartender laughed.

"Happened to me at prom... I snuck away from my date to get a drink, found the boy I had a real crush on. We started making out in the coat room, then more than making out... We pigged out right then and there." The bartender said. Jake's jaw dropped a bit.

"No..." He whispered.

"Happened to me at my first job, working at the state fair... Long nights, working up a sweat, mucking the stalls... Turns out my foreman knew what kind of man I really was." The cap wearing pig said. Jake looked around at that.

"And you still have lives?" he asked. Once more laughter burst out.

"We're good ol' American pigs, what do you think? People can't tell about us most of the time. The real thing is we can enjoy ourselves when the time is right." another said.

"You all enjoy yourselves?" Jake asked. The bearded pig sighed.

"Poor piglet is in shock, it's a lot to adjust to... How about we make a deal. We'll get you back home and fixed up. Sleep on it... Think about the kind of man you really want to be. You turn away from this, you go back to your original life. This was all a fever dream. You come back, you get to see how pigs party and become the beast you were meant to be." he offered, taking one more puff of his cigar, "What do you say, hoss?"

****

Late afternoon light filtered through the vinetian blinds, casting lines of light across the carpet. Jake stood in the doorway to his bathroom, still a bit uncertain. He'd woken back up at his apartment, his truck in the driveway. Everything he'd experienced had been just like they said - a fever dream, but the heat still burned in him. He didn't want it to be over, not yet, not before he'd been true to himself.

Jake stepped halfway back into the bathroom, looking at his reflection. He'd found a black mesh short sleeve shirt and left it open, showing off his chest. He'd opted for some black underwear and tight black jeans. It wasn't exactly the uniform of the Wallowing Way, but he didn't own any leather. Still, the dress code seemed pretty open. Still, there was one last finishing touch...

The small bathroom filled with the sound of clippers, but this time Jake wasn't using it on his stubble. He carefully ran it down the side of his head, around the ears, then around the back. He then mirrored it on the other side until only a rectangular strip of hair ran down the center of his scalp, a mohawk in the making. Jake set the clippers down and reached up, running his fingers down across his stubble. It wasn't much, but it was a start. Every adventure started with a single step and it was time to be who he was meant to be.

****

Compared to the storms of the previous night, this night was warm and clear. The stars sparkled, the harvest moon was full and eerily yellow. The shops had closed up and the traffic had faded away until the downtown area was deserted... except for Jake. He'd made the walk without spotting anyone else, feeling as if he was in a ghost town. It had been one last chance to reconsider, to rethink, to change his mind - but he didn't. He'd been doubting himself his whole life and that strange night had delivered his destiny to him like a meal on a platter.

As he approached, he could feel the vibrations of the bass leaking out of the club. The awning glowed like some spectral carnival, alone in the night. Jake stepped under the overhang, took a long breath, grabbed the old door handle and swung the door open. Everything inside was just as carnal and hedonistic as he had been expecting - perhaps even a little more so. A small smile played across Jake's lips as he stepped over the threshold into the Wallowing Way.

Every part of the club spoke to Jake's unrealized desires. It smelled of smoke and beer, musk and sweat and cum and men. It was warm, humid, and yet comfortable. There were men of every shape and size, from twinks and twunks to bears and beasts, and yet... he knew what they shared in common, what they all shared.

"I knew you'd be back, Hoss." a booming shout came, a grin crossing the hulihee bearded man's face as he moved over. His chestnut brown hair was as wild as ever, matching his over the top beard. He sported a leather vest and a rather overstuffed black jockstrap that glistened in the light. He took a long draw on his cigar before letting the smoke emanate from his lips, following the contours and curls of his mustache and mutton chops as he grinned. Jake gave a shy grin back.

"I guess you were right... You gave me every opportunity to pick my fate, and here I am." Jake said, licking his lip, "I... didn't catch your name last time."

"Boys around here call me Brewer. It's more interesting than my real name." he smirked. Jake grinned a bit more.

"Brewer it is, I'm Jake." he replied. Brewer grinned wider, gesturing to the bar.

"Our host is the ever present Harley, the rather hungry piglet you met last night is Issac, and I'm sure you'll get to know the others in time." Brewer said. Jake nodded a bit, welcoming the information but still a bit concerned.

"So how... exactly... do we pig out?" Jake asked. Brewer chuckled at that, clapping Jake on the back. Harley smirked as well, setting a pitcher down.

"If you want to pig out, you just have to be yourself... Seek the pleasures the Wallowing Way has to offer, and don't hold anything back." The bartender said. Jake looked around at that, seeing the men smoking and drinking, dancing, humping, grinding, even one couple that might have been fucking in a booth already. It felt like he'd stumbled off the beaten path and found the spot where all the bad boys lived, and he didn't want to go back.

****

A warm glow filled the Wallowing Way, the artificial lights filtering through the golden ale filling the mugs as well as glistening off of the warm sweaty bodies in the rainbow of hues that made up the human race - or at least partially human race. Harley was having to work double time to keep up with demand, refilling pitchers as swiftly as they were placed on the bar. The music had been turned up, bodies were pressing closer and the air was getting hazy with smoke. In the midst of it all, Jake was feeling more alive than he ever had before.

It was strange, feeling all of his restraint slipping away. It wasn't just a sense of relief, it was mixed with elation, curiosity, fascination and delight. He'd had more than a few hands squeeze his butt, even one slide up his shirt to tweak a nipple, and gotten a few kisses on the cheek. All these men were just living their lives, enjoying themselves, being themselves. Jake's heart raced as he contemplated his future as one of them.

It had to be close to two in the morning when he saw the first snout... One of the men was pigging out on snacks, gorging himself, laughing and talking with his two best friends. Snouts, cloven hooves, swelling bellies... Brewer had been next. As he puffed on his cigar, long tusks began to climb from the corners of his mouth, his unusual beard flaring out as his ears pointed. Even Issac's slutty ass was topped by a curly tail wriggling around. Jake looked at them. He wanted it, all of it.

"Top me off, Harley." Jake said. The bartender grinned, although his smile was curling beneath a snout now. He filled one pitcher to the brim and slid it over. Jake hoisted the heavy glass up and tipped it back, opening wide. The earthy, yeasty ale spilled over his tongue, the foam collecting on his upper lip as he gulped and gulped. Some of it ran down his chin, his throat, washing over the beads of sweat on his chest. He felt the cool ale fill his belly, and yet he was still thirsty.

"Chug, chug, chug!" Issac said with glee, watching Jake go for it. Jake lost himself in the moment, hearing more people cheering for him. He took it all down before letting out a belch, almost apologizing before he restrained himself. That wasn't their way. He just flashed a rin, feeling a tingling spreading outward from his belly and his face. His ears burned with excitement, although it could have been the fact that they were pushing up into points. Others cheered, a few clapped him on the ass, glad to see he was celebrating himself.

"Good to see ya enjoying yourself, hoss." Brewer said, moving over. Jake grinned.

"It's all thanks to you, big guy." Jake said.

"Shall we see just how big you get?" Brewer asked, pulling out a fat, long stogie. He clipped one end before offering it up to Jake. Jake blushed a little, finding it very easy to get his heart rate going. He'd never smoked before, at least nothing like that. Still, in for a penny, in for a pound. Jake bowed his head and accepted it, bringing it between his lips. Brewer produced a lighter and drew it back and forth, the flame igniting the tip of the stogie. Jake pensively drew in, puffing a bit before the tip began to really glow.

Jake's mouth filled with the rich and sultry smoke of the stogie. There were hints of fruit, of hay, of being out on the farm... The cigar was almost comically big, so thick and long it was phallic. Maybe that's why he liked the idea of it, why Brewer did too. Jake held the smoke for a while, savoring the flavor, but his lungs started to pound. He'd gone too long without air. He had to breathe, but what to do with the smoke? The natural expectation was to exhale, but in a moment of panic, Jake redirected the smoke up and out through his nostrils.

Two plumes of smoke erupted from his nose, blasting outward. It stung and burned, not just from the snoke, but by the effects on his already vulnerable body. His nostrils flared wider, his nose stretching out, the nostrils tipping upward. The smoke billowed and curled around him, clinging on to his skin, tickling across his stubble... though it wasn't just stubble anymore. With Jake's buzzed head, it only took a few moments for his stubble to push out longer than his hair was, bringing everyone's attention to his growing beard.

"That's it, Hoss... Embrace the new you, be the beast you were born to be." Brewer said, reaching to slip Jake's shirt off so he was just in his jeans. Issac grinned and lipped up close, batting his eyes at Jake before he latched onto one of his nipples. Jake shuddered at that, moaning as his erection began to harden. Issac reached out, rubbing at the crotch of Jake's jeans, feeling the fabric swell and distend.

Between the smoke of the cigar and the blood heading everywhere but his brain, Jake was feeling dizzy... but it was a good kind of dizzy. It was like he was floating, feeling all the good parts of his body. His ears were on fire, his face was tingling, and his cock... it felt like it was just taking more and more blood, growing fatter and plumper, fuller and longer until it almost hurt. There was no more room, he had to get out, he had to release the pressure!

Jake reached down, but his fingers felt numb and odd. He looked down, realizing that his five fingers were trying to become three. The sweaty skin had gotten sticky, knitting together as his fingernails darkened from ivory to brown. He couldn't quite get his zipper to cooperate, fumbling for it and moaning. He almost lost his cigar and had to use his other hand to steady it, taking another long draw.

Once more the smoke blasted through his changing nose. It swelled outward, grew upward, tilted and extended. His entire upper lip seemed to reshape, redefining how it connected to his snout. Jake's ears grew taller, thicker and fatter, gaining enough mass that the tips of his ears slowly sagged down, folding over themselves. He grunted and moaned, his stomach gurgling with what he could only assume was hunger, his face growing darker as the beard that had been stubble moments earlier thickened enough to simulate a few months of growth. The mustache was long enough to start dipping down over his upper lip, the base of the beard threatening to hide his Adam's apple.

"I know you had it in you..." Brewer said, "What a handsome boar." he whispered, admiring Jake. Jake was about to speak when he felt the sudden relief from his lap he had been craving. Issac had gotten needy and opened his fly, being rewarded with pre soaked underwear. It was tented painfully, stretched out so far that the thick, twisted, fat base of his mutating cock could be seen against his groin.

Issac took a few quick licks of the wet fabric, smelling the salty brine of his crush's delicious cock. It had grown so much since the glory hole, but he wanted it all. Issac reached down to his boot, pulled out a switchblade and made a quick swipe. The underwear snapped and fifteen inches of fat, spiral pig meat was unveiled, flinging an arc of pre across the well stained floor.

"I'm so hungry, daddy!" Issac moaned, closing his knife and letting out a soft squeal before he plunged his gluttonous lips around Jake's hog cock. He began to bob his head back and forth, rising up and down. Jake's eyes fluttered halfway shut as one pig hand grabbed the twink's head by the hair, guiding him in that rhythmic movement, arching his own back as he felt the supreme delight. It took a few moments to compose himself, but soon Jake was puffing on his cigar with one hand, holding the twink with the other. Brewer grinned at that, proud of how far his protege had come.

"The next round is on me!" He bellowed, eliciting cheers and squeals. As Jake fucked the mouth of his hungry partner, he began to shudder, his cock rewarding his partner with gob after gob of cum, a sort of rapid fire orgasm that stimulated Jake's brain into a passionate frenzy. His skin glistened with sweat, his feet ached as his toes fused and knit together. His snout plumped, his beard thickened, and even the base of his spine began to throb.

With a bit of motion from his hips, Jake encouraged the push and pull, picking up the pace. Every time he thrust forward, he felt like his spine cooled a little, but when he thrust back it felt as if the pressure decreased. He pumped his hips, and almost as if he was pumping himself, a little nub pushed out from the nape of his ass cheeks, pushing out longer and longer. The new flesh was reinforced by a bit of muscle and a light dusting of hair, coming out at just a slight angle. As the new hog went at it, the nub continued to push out, rotating as it grew, taking on a spiral.

Jake was an animal, lost in his physical nirvana. His body was warping to match his hedonism. His arms thickened, new hair sprouting across them. His legs got meatier, his ass fuller. He had started to feel his age in a body that still seemed young, but now he was virile and in charge of himself. A groaning came - not from Jake or Issac, but from Jake's shoes. The well worn material began to stretch and splay before stitches began to pop, sounding like a round of fireworks before the right shoe gave way. A huge hoof erupted, his toes having fused and been covered over with the keratin coating of his porcine brothers. The left shoe came next, splintering as the next hoof came out.

"Any bets as to how long he'll last?" one of the boars asked.

"It's his first time, I'm sure he'll be blowing any second." Another chortled.

"He's been holding back so long, I give him two minutes." Another said.

"You're on." the first grinned, placing down some stakes. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Jake could hear the bets about him, but he couldn't be bothered. His body was on fire, but he liked the heat. His fat pig snout blasted more smoke, his beard grew thicker and fuller, his corkscrew tail twitching. He murmured, his nipples spreading wider on his pecs - pecs that were getting a bit meatier by the second. His stomach was pushing out a little too, giving him a bit more to be loved.

"Come on Hoss..." Brewer murmured, putting down a few dollars on the bet, watching. The pigs were almost breathless, watching Jake's frame slowly ease a bit taller, a bit wider. His ass cheeks pushed apart even as they filled out, making more room for his porcine tail. The cigar burned bright red at the tip, almost white as Jake inhaled, filtering all his air through the stogie. His belly rose as his lungs filled behind it, and then he let out a long, low moan.

Issac buried his face as deep in Jake's groin as he could, but it wasn't enough. His mouth filled with the salty swill of Jake's first porcine orgasm. He gulped it down greedily, trying to satiate his never ending hunger... And if anyone could, it might have been Jake. Issac's gulps were so loud and so lewd that everyone could hear them, but it still wasn't enough. The cum filled Issac's cheeks before bursting from his lips, dribbling down Jake's immense member, running down to roll over his fat, full, swelling balls. In the midst of everything else, they had grown to the size of oranges.

Groans and cheers erupted from the pigs that had taken bets, their winnings divided while the others nursed their losses. Hoss merely grinned, looking on at Jake, at the new hog in town, at his new friend. He was sure they'd have plenty of fun together. Jake shuddered, his whole body glowing with the aftermath of the most mind blowing orgasm of his life, and the awakening to a brand new one. His days of wallowing were over... His days of being a pig were just beginning.