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From Pervert to Pig

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Tanner

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Marv should have known better than to give in to his urges. But they'd come on so slowly, insidiously, creeping into every part of his life as an adult. Late into the night, he lingered on the computer, his blonde hair greasily swept to the side where he needed a haircut, the kind of man who would not be called a gentleman and did not take care of his hygiene very well. Maybe that was why he couldn't "find himself a girl", though perhaps he should have been looking at women, rather than barely legal eighteen-year-olds on PornCentral and worse.

That was not the end of it, however, the skinny, weedy man dragged before a court of women, thrown on the ground, his glasses broken. For his crimes were many and they were there, at long last, to bring him to justice.

"Order, order in court!"

The judge banged her gavel, a stern-faced woman who had just as much beef with him as others, glasses reflecting the light. But the crowd of women lining the stands would not be sated, hollering and screaming, though every one of them had a more than fair and just reason for loathing every fibre of Marv's body.

"He took photos up my skirt!"

"He ogled me - his aunt!"

"He watched porn at my wedding!"

"He shared photos of my arse!"

"He filmed me without me knowing!"

"He lied about us having sex!"

On and on and on... Oh, how long Marv's list of crimes turned out to be. He held up his hands, stuttering, stumbling over his words, though his lies would only fall on deaf ears.

"I was framed! It wasn't me!"

"A likely story!" Someone from the stands shouted, though it was a wonder that filth was not raining down on him, their hatred of the man before them palatable in the air. "You did it all and you know it too - we have proof!"

Ah, for there would be no trial without proof, his sister up there too, the one that he was counting on to defend him. She would see him right, he was sure of it, for all those women there were surely only just overreacting in the way that women did. He stood up tall, smirking, straightening his cheap suit, though all was, in that moment, as he had expected it to be.

Like with everything else, he'd get away scot-free.

Yet the judge had barely even glanced over the filmed evidence, the paper evidence, even the witnesses and victims crowding forward, too many to count. She did not need to know the truth when the proof of it all was stood there before, all slimy and greasy and deserving of his punishment.

"No, it wasn't me - it was Steve! He's always hacking into my computer, changing things, you're all wrong!"

But the judge was not having any of it.

"Guilty! Sentence...to be a pig, for being a pig!" The judge shook her head distastefully at him. "I am assured that the form is suited to a man like you."

Marv gasped, eyes widening, though the moment was filled with cheers, something feeling very...off in his body. He couldn't explain, not even as he spun, reaching for his sister, Ashton, who had not even had a chance to speak.

"Sis!"

He turned desperately to the one that he had thought would defend him, his body feeling dull and heavy, as if something, something terrible, was becoming him. Ashton stared at him, the female image of him, but far prettier, white in the face. With her blue eyes wide, there was a fresh hatred behind them, though she had not believed the truth before that day.

"You..." She whispered, so quietly that Marv could barely hear her. "You even put a camera in my bedroom..."

His heart pounded. How did she know about that?

"No, no, sis, it's not true, I never put anything in there, you know I'd never do anything like that to you!"

"Liar!"

Fury lined her body as Ashton rounded on the judge, her fist raised.

"Turn him into a hog! That's the least a beast like him deserves! You gross, gross...pig!"

There was no coming back from that for Marv as he fell heavy, panicking, down on all fours, his back rounding, his body becoming thicker and thicker and more unwieldy. He screamed, fighting his transformation, heart pounding, but the bulging out of his thicker, meatier face and snout would not be denied. The crowd cheered, filming him in turn, enjoying his debasement, the man that had sought to use them all finally getting his comeuppance in transforming into nothing more than a swine.

"Pig!"

"Swine!"

"Hog!"

"Pervert!"

Yet a pig, a man's mind trapped in the body, would not be able to be a pervert anymore, not as he squealed, a raspy whine breaking from him. His clothes ripped and split down the seams, hanging from him, his cock aching as it pulled back into his body, for it no longer needed to hang out while soft. His spine ached as something tugged from the base, a curly pig's tail gracing his fat, shapeless back end, his fingers welding together, becoming tiny, little cloven hooves.

No! No, he wasn't a pig, not even as his thoughts turned, no longer the skinny, tall man but a fat pig - or, at least, halfway there. He was a man, really, a man, but all that saw him would only see a pig as he grunted and heaved, the clamour of the courtroom falling away from him.

There was nothing more for him there as his meaty body became fully a pig, layers of fat covering his body as if he was a meat product ready to be sent for processing, his forehead thick and heavy. His ears had flared into odd flaps at the sides of his head, dark, beady eyes seeking out the next meal of slop. Yet even when he was sent to live on the farm, in mud and slippery conditions, Marv could not believe his position, how his bones had cracked to form a new shape and body. Yet it was not him, as he tried to refuse the sloppy food until his body ached with hunger.

And, still, oh... His last words and first squeals had come before Ashton, though his sister too visited him on the farm.

"You look better now, I saw all the videos... You fucking disgust me."

He squealed in return, but he'd been brought a sow, a female pig, though her eyes shone with human intelligence too. That did not mean that his long prick did not slide out, that his body did not quake with need as he mounted her, breeding her, ramming into her with mindless piggy lust. There was only the need to procreate in him, slipping and sliding in the mud, all while his sister laughed at his humiliation, watching on.

No! No, he didn't want to, reeling from what he was doing, mounting her, powering into her, though his climax came quickly at least, the heat of her cunt wrapped around him. The sow shuddered under him, no more able to resist the grossness of their allure than he was, trapped in place. On and on and on, his orgasm went, for a quick blow meant that his seed would come in force for longer than usual, his heavy, disgusting balls wobbling back and forth. He could barely turn to see them, when he was not balls-deep in a sow, but he knew how gross and low-hanging they were, like they were something out of a horror flick, now that they were stuck on his body.

Yet the sex... It was enjoyable too, in a way, even though he did not want to do it, mounting her again, another sow and another. They were all those that had gone through the criminal justice system and been transformed for their crimes, though he was sure too that some used to be men. Even in their squealing, pig language, they could not communicate, barriers drawn between them even then. He was not the first to transform and he would not be the last.

Eventually, however, his time there came to an end. Loaded onto a rattling, metal truck with other pigs, he could not stay there any longer, his hide layered with fat, wobbling and trembling with the heaving weight of it. He was prime to be turned into nothing more than meat, fearing the end but going all the same, for the horror that lay ahead of him was nothing compared to what lay behind.

Maybe he'd be more remorseful if he understood his crimes... Yet a man like that, turned pig, never would see the error of his ways. That was why they'd had to put his body to use in other ways. Just like he'd tried to take away the consent of so many women, using and abusing them, his creepy ways finally, in the end, catching up with him.

Like others sentence to the same fate, Marv would never be seen again.