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Otis couldn't help but chuckle as he thought about the little prank he had pulled on his boss Karlson. Well, not so much a prank, really. It was kind of mean when he thought back on it, but shit if it hadn't been funny. It was a shame he couldn't take a fucking joke.

He didn't think Karlson knew it was him that had been spreading around the videos, but the techs had been laughing about it all week. Of course, Karlson had turned beet red and had furiously vowed vengeance if he found the culprit, but nothing had come of it so far. Otis was starting to wonder if today was Karlson's revenge. So far, it had been the worst turn-up day yet. Just one disaster after another. He was already 10 hours into his shift and was ready to check out. Three more to go.

Otis swiped away another warning telling him he had entered a restricted area of the station. He was a maintenance technician assigned to Menagerie station, dispatched to start the turn-up of an abandoned station section. This section had been hit by a relatively advanced virus that had taken down the Local AI and severely damaged the internal systems before the Admins decided to spin down the entire section. Once evacuated, the whole area was sealed off and decontaminated, then all the affected systems had to be entirely purged or replaced. It had taken several years to complete the overhaul. The time had come for the final turn-up, and it was Otis's job to power up each residence AI, one by one, to ensure no remnants of the virus or corruption remained.

Menagerie was unique among the various stations in the Star Band. It was designed from the ground up to be an adult wonderland of vice and kink, one where most residents were animal hybrids, unlike Otis himself. Sex and sin were everywhere, shared and sold freely in equal measure. The residents were rarely permanent on Menagerie; most stayed a few months or maybe a few years before moving on to another adventure within the Star Band. However, a devoted core to the station stayed for decades at a time or even longer to keep the operation running.

Otis was still unsure what to think about the hybrids; many transformed shortly after arriving to hide their identity, while others did so later as part of some kink play. He had gotten used to the idea that most guests used anonymous identities, but he didn't understand the desire to hybridize yourself. A few techs joined in on the local customs, but it wasn't required of techs. As such, Otis was still a baseline human with only the barest of modifications to make his life easier.

Cursing under his breath, Otis grunted as he overrode the security protocols and pried another door open just far enough to slip inside. It was the fifth residence that Otis had to force his way into that day. This time he barely fit through the hatch and braced it so it couldn't close behind him.

As a technician, Otis had to keep his body trim and slim to fit in and out of access hatches and the station's labyrinth access tunnels. Seeing he barely fit as is, he didn't mind, especially since it meant he got to keep this lucrative job. Menagerie station was paying well for this contract, and if he played his cards right, he was looking at a 30-year "retirement" or more before he would have to work again.

Otis sighed as he pulled his tools through the opening in the hatch and made for the central control panel. Mercifully with all the adjustments guests could make to their homes, the control panels were locked to a specific location in each residence.

"Okay, beauty, time to wake up. I wonder what your name is." When the virus hit, every residential AI had been nearly instantly corrupted. Each one was tailored to the personality of their previous resident. Given the nature of the station, he had seen some doozies during the turn-up. Some were borderline aggressive, while others were demure or downright submissive. Connecting his portable power pack, another wave of warnings screamed at him, but he waved them away.

//Warning contaminated system! Warning Isolated from the network, do not connect to local AI! // Warning power kept at sub-critical levels for your safety! // DO NOT ACTIVATE WITHOUT CENTRAL AUTHORITY APPROVAL!"

"Technician Otis Nash 105893 requesting override from Central Authority." There was a long pause as his power pack contacted Central Authority for permission to start the turn-up.

The AI known as Central Authority chirped back eventually with a list of all the recent work done on this residence. According to the records, the residential AI had been purged and reset to a stable configuration and should be completely safe. "Starting turn-up of residential AI, please confirm Central Authority." He waited several minutes, but he got no response from Central Authority. "Shit..." He cursed again. He was going to have to do it manually. This wasn't terribly uncommon. The comms systems were deeply affected by the virus and had to be kept to specific channels for technicians only, and even then, they were spotty at best.

Otis slid beneath the central controls after popping off the access panel and started manually powering up the residence. It was tricky to do without AI assistance, but that is why he was paid the big bucks. Besides, he had to deal with the consequences when things didn't go exactly to plan. There had been a few hiccups here and there. A sultry AI once had demanded that he strip before relinquishing controls. Another had decided he was a naughty sub and needed to be punished for turning it off. That one had gone straight into the bin and was replaced without question. As advanced as residential AI were, they couldn't behave like that with a guest. Unpredictable responses were few and far between but common enough that most techs working on the turn-up had taken precautions like bracing doors so they couldn't close and rigging up kill switches before powering anything on.

Otis had three more residences to turn up today, and he was in no mood to splice in a kill switch. Worst case, he could kill power relatively quickly. The tech was confident this one would be easy enough. As he finished the last power-up connections, he took a deep breath and cut the system on.

"Home residential AI powering on. Restoring internal systems." The comms panel on the wall flickered on and started the boot-up sequence. Suddenly, a rather fat hog's smiling face appeared on the screen.

"Technician Otis Nash 1058, id-d-d-dentifi-i-i-i-i-i-i-ed" The hog was wearing a collar with the name Porker. The fat AI avatar didn't look particularly threatening; that was good. "Where is my resident, "Papa Hogg" Wilbur 1039?" It was concerned about its resident, which was a positive sign. These types of AI were designed for service and obedience.

Standing up, Otis couldn't help but notice the stuttering, but that was probably just latency from running on a power pack. "He was evacuated with the rest of the section. Once I cut you into the main power, we can check on him if you really want." Sometimes Otis couldn't help but be a little kind to the AI. They were so close to something tangible that it was hard not to anthropomorphize them.

"Understood, lo-o-o-ogs... Indicate that I was shut down as part of an emergency shutdown. Restoration incomplete, stable backups not available. Re-initialization may not be possible. S-s-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-g-gggg-est power down and total replacement of AI unit." The AI replied cheerfully, suggesting its own destruction. That was rare...

"Hogwash... You aren't ready to kick the buck yet. Are you, buddy? Let's get you back up and running right. Relinquish admin access, Otis Nash 1058... Confirm." Otis instructed, feeling a slight tinge of worry. Replacing the whole unit would cost more time and a hell of a lot more work...

After pulling up the AI's internal backup stores, he instantly saw the problem. It was working off a corrupted backup; the virus had done this to quite a few units. Going in and killing all their backups for maximum chaos and destruction. Luckily there was an older copy that hadn't been hit.

"Porker... Please deactivate and reload from a different backup. We are going to use backup, 12-5666-432." The system winked out, and a moment later, Porker returned as a holographic fat jolly pig. He was wearing a leather vest and chaps, with a massive set of cock balls hanging low between his legs. His fat sack was so large it didn't seem like he would be able to close his legs fully. Not terribly unusual for a full-body hologram on Menagerie. Part of Otis wished this still phased him, but after 2 years working on Menagerie, this was relatively tame.

"Master told me we would be having guests... Please make yourself comfortable while you wait for him to return." The fat hog said invitingly. "Would you like something to eat? Pardon, it appears I cannot access the commissary and other internal systems... One moment."

"Porker, that is okay; I'm not a guest; I am here to fix you. I know you are confused and separated but try to keep up with what I tell you. You are disconnected from the Local AI and Central Authority. I need you to run a diagnostic for me. Once you have all green lights, we can cut power over to the mains, and you will be back up and running fully.

The hog stood there looking confused before a grin spread across his face. "Oooh kinky, roleplay... Master said I should get you ready for him. Please undress and follow me into the playroom.

Otis smacked his face and let his hand drag down slowly. This one was going to be a pain. "Porker, run the diagnostic now." This wasn't totally unexpected; the problem with using an older backup like this is the AI had no clue it had ever been deactivated or why.

"Fine, but you are getting your ass warmed later for spoiling the fun, boy. No work talk allowed...." He assumed this was some kinky rule setup by Porker's missing Master. He probably wasn't even on the station anymore, but Poker wouldn't know that until he was connected back up with the rest of the station and synced with Central Authority.

The AI hologram started to run its internal diagnostics. If everything came back green, it would only take an hour or so of wiring to get this place back up and running. Otis let the diagnostics run while he reconnected the commissary that allowed guests to have food delivered with a simple request. It was a mix of organic printing and a high-speed dumbwaiter that could provide complex unprintable foods. Each one had to be manually reconnected to the internal network. There had been fears of its organic printers being used in unpredictable ways thanks to the virus. So, they had all been cut during the spin down.

By the time the diagnostic was done, Porker seemed increasingly agitated. "Master left me explicit instructions on how to treat his guest while he was away. Are you satisfied with my results? All green. Now... Why don't you get undressed?"

Otis shook his head and laughed. "For the last time, I am not your Master's guest. I am here to repair you, and those results look perfect. Now I need to connect you with the power mains. If you are going to keep that up, we are going to have a problem. I don't want to shackle you, but I can...." The tech warned wearily. Using personality restrictions to enforce compliance was possible but usually avoided as they could permanently damage a system.

Porker snorted angrily but nodded. "Fine, but when Master returns, you will be the one that's sorry."

Otis sighed; thankfully, there was no chance of that. Getting down onto all fours, he climbed under the console and started the complete power-up process. Once it was connected to the mains, he could test the internal systems and get the fuck out of there. At that moment, only the AI itself was powered up. The rest of the systems, like lighting, comms, and hospitality, would have to wait until he was done.

Porker's hologram stood in one corner, occasionally tweaking a nipple or rubbing his fat cock and nuts. He was sure it was an idiosyncrasy his Master taught him. Part of him had to admit he didn't hate how the hologram looked. Maybe he would spend a few months as a guest for a change once the contract was up.

"Central Authority, confirm connection, starting up the main power cutover. Resident AI has passed all diagnostics and is cleared for reconnection to main power only. Network access is not authorized to keep residence isolated." There was a long wait before Central Authority replied.

"Authorized, begin power up on 1... 2... 3... Mark... Initializing."

The lights sprang on at a blinding white level before correcting to deep mood lighting that suffused the room in multicolored lights. Soft, almost grunting music started to play, and before Otis could back out of the access panel, he felt something bump into his ass. It felt like it was aggressively trying to ram something through the seat of his pants! "Hey, stop that! Lemme out!" One of the multipurpose waldos or mechanical arms had slid from the ceiling and grabbed him by the back of his pants.

"Oh fuck, you got a pretty ass. Master told me to open it up for him before he got home... If you want out, we are going to the playroom, boy." Otis yelped and scrambled to disconnect the main power, but before he could, the mechanical arm dragged him out of the access panel, and two more manipulators grabbed him around his biceps. The arms pulled him through a nearby door that slid open. It was darker than the living room, but the same deep mood lighting let Otis see just enough to tell he had been dragged into a dungeon of sorts. Trying to get away from the mechanical arm behind him, he could see Porker standing in front of him with that holographic cock superimposed over a huge dildo.

"Lemme go! I do not consent! Stop!" those magic words would deactivate most sexual programs designed for Residential AI. Only the fat hog didn't stop, his hand reached for Otis's pants once again, and two waldos moved to act as his physical hands as they forced him to turn around before sliding down the back of the technician's pants to spread his cheeks wide.

"Fuck, that is pretty. It would look better bent over, though." Porker said as the arms forcibly finished stripping off Otis's pants and bent him over a bench in only his shirt and underwear. Restraints slammed down around his wrists and ankles, keeping him bent over and face down with his ass fully exposed. "Papa Hogg told me you might put up a fight so I could get a little rough. Don't worry. Your anonymous consent was already logged, and I see you agreed to non-revocable consent without the safeword, so if you want this to stop... You just gotta say the magic word," The hologram growled out over the sound of underwear ripping as the manipulators tore a hole in the seat of his underwear.

"FUCK! I am not your Master's guest! I am here on official station business! AI deactivate immediaaaaaaeeeeee!" The man squealed as a well-lubed, thick dildo shoved right up his pucker a good 2 inches, then started to thrust and push deeper and deeper. Most guests taking toys that size up their ass had their holes modified with biotech to be a wonderland of pleasure. However, Otis had never taken that particular mod, so his squeak of pain was quite authentic.

Seeing stars, he struggled to pull away as the thing backed out and slid right in again, making him yelp in pain. "Don't you worry. Papa Hogg told me you were a normie and might chicken out on making yourself a proper little piglet for him. I have just what you need." With those words, Otis felt something start flooding his hole, the toy pumping him full of something warm and sticky. The technician yelped out as he felt a strange sensation wash over his body. Whatever it was, his body absorbed it as fast as it pumped out. He should have been leaking, judging from how his belly bloated.

"No, stop! I don't know the fucking safe word! Please, whatever you're doing to me, you have to stop!" Otis begged as he felt the sensations in his ass suddenly turn from pain to intense pleasure. Everything felt even more slippery and slick than before. The toy effortlessly glided in and out of his pucker, making him feel amazing. "Ooooh fuck! What did you do? Th.. this feels so good...." Otis cried out as he pushed back against the dildo for the first time, trying to take it deeper.

"Making you into a good lil piglet, and a good piggy needs a needy tail... Don't you know the best part of being a hog is reveling in pleasure? Go on, bounce, Piggy! Show me how much you like Papa Hogg's gift for you."

Otis couldn't get much movement with the restraints as he rocked back onto that thrusting dildo, but he tried. The feeling was so intense now he couldn't think straight. His cock was hard as a rock, grinding beneath him. His sack felt hypersensitive as he rubbed it across the smooth, padded bench. Over and over, he felt this cock gliding back and forth as he humped. Suddenly, he was hit with the most drawn-out and powerful orgasm of his life. He lost track of time and even where he was for a moment. Hell, he could barely remember his name by the time it was over.

"Goooood Piggy... Now that is enough. Master is going to want to use you later...." Porker cooed as the toy was pulled out of his ass, and the restraints released him off the bench.

When he was freed, Otis reached for his ass and whimpered. His fingers sought out his abused, slick hole. "Oooh fuck! What did you do to me, you stupid thing?!" He was a little ashamed of how good his hole felt now. He had never been much of a guy for anal play. Despite having been with men, he had never been on the bottom. It had never appealed to him at all. Suddenly he couldn't get enough. His free hand cranked the tented front of his cum soaked underwear as he fingered himself deeper now that his hole was feeling gaped and empty. It was almost like an ache, wanting to be filled. He could tell something had changed. His once-thin cock was thick and fat, nearly 2 inches longer than before. The change to his balls was even more dramatic. They felt massive between his legs, like huge fat piggy nuts.

"That is a good piglet, so needy and hungry for more, aren't you? That is good. It means the transformation is working, Papa hog doesn't fuck normies... Anyone who comes here to get fucked gets made into one of his hogs."

The sheer shock broke Otis out of his horny headspace and made his situation crystalize. What was he thinking? He needed to get the hell to the power main and cut it. This AI was fucking crazy.

Grabbing his pants from one of the mechanical arms, he tried to dash out of the playroom only to find the door was not opening. "Porker, let me out of here this instant...."

The door didn't budge. Instead, the hologram just shook its head as the mechanical arms reached out and dragged Otis away from the door. "Oh no, we are going to play a new game... To win, all you have to do is give in and stop being a brat. Be a good piggy, and you win a treat." Otis watched as the bench he had been bent over was folded away, and two railings slid out of the wall to form something of a crude pig stall. A matching trough slid out between the railing. He struggled weakly as he was stripped fully nude and deposited onto all fours, and his ankles were restrained with a spreader bar to keep his ass and crotch fully exposed.

"What the fuck are you doing!? I'm not a fucking pig! I don't know what kind of sick shit you get up to here, but you must let me go."

"None of that now, Piglet. You have something to watch now...." With that, the holo screens in the playroom winked on, and multiple videos started to play. No matter where he looked, he could only see a massive fat hog who looked similar to but older than Porker. He had a tag ear piercing with the name "Papa Hogg" on it. In all the videos, he was already either naked or undressing, and Otis couldn't seem to tear his eyes away. The huge hybrid pig morph was handsome in a way he would have preferred not to admit himself. Part of him envied that huge plump round belly and ass. Rolls of fat clearly covered a muscular build.

Otis's eyes found that massive swinging member between the hog's legs, and suddenly his cock was throbbing hard again. He wanted to stroke his swollen member and resisted at first, but the longer he watched, the harder it became. Slowly his hand crept to his erection. It felt massive in his hand. Otis had never bothered getting sexual mods before, let alone one that would make his cock and balls swell up big and plump like this. It felt strangely good, almost empowering.

"Fuck..." The young tech muttered as he watched one of the videos. There was a younger pig in the same stall he was in now. Even the pig trough was the same. The massively fat hog just snorted, grabbed the young pig by the hips, and started to rut him good and hard, driving the piglet face-first into the trough.

Otis was in utter awe... His mind swirling with horny, aroused thoughts he couldn't put away. All he had to do was resist, but... It looked so good. "Stop... I don't want this... I'm not your guest! I'm here to repair you...." Otis huffed as his hands were already rubbing his fat sack and tugging on his foreskin, making his cock throb and drool.

"Yes, you do want this, Piglet. Master will be very pleased if you are a good boy for him and complete your piggy training before he gets back." Porker said, taking up a position behind Otis's rump. As he approached, Otis could hear one of the mechanical arms swinging into place. There was a warm wet feeling as he felt something warm sliding up between his cheeks. "Tell me you want it... Tell me you want to be a good piglet." The only way out was backing up, thanks to the rails. That would just drive him back onto the toy!

Otis shuddered and moaned, shaking his head. Just feeling something knocking at his back door was enough to drive him wild. He wanted it... No needed it... What did this thing do to him? He started to stroke his cock again, slowly giving in little by little. He couldn't get the memory of that orgasm out of his mind. It had been so powerful, so intense, it was nearly addictive. He wanted more. "Please, I want to be a good piggy... Just let me cum like that again!"

He started to push back against that toy popping it in with a sharp moan followed by a long pitiful whimper. Each time he moved back onto it fucking himself, it seemed to get slicker and fatter. Swelling and growing until it pushed right into his ass. Suddenly there was a buzz from the wall as a light lit up. A chute opened as the trough filled with tasty pastries, creamy custard, and chocolate. "Get right in there, Piglet. Papa Hogg doesn't like skinny boys much." The toy thrust forward, pushing Otis's face into the mucky pile of food. The second his lips touched the food, his stomach growled with such an intense hunger that Otis couldn't stop himself. A deep gnawing hunger made him want to stuff his face, and he did... eagerly.

The food was rich and fattening; it nicely filled the aching void in Otis's stomach. The toy kept working his ass while a fuck hole was positioned below his cock, letting him thrust into it if he pleased. With the way his cock felt so oversensitive and aching, stuffing it into that sleeve was like heaven. As good or better than that toy up his ass. The young tech moaned out and shuddered as the videos continued to play. It filled the room with a cacophony of grunts and moans interspersed with the wet sloppy sounds of rough lovemaking.

"Now, do you want to be a boar or a sow... Papa likes both... We'll see which one you like better, Piglet." Porker teased as the toy in his ass slowly withdrew, leaving him empty and needy again. With the sleeve in position, he managed to find some sexual relief...

Otis wagged his ass as if trying to find that toy but gave up... Between the food and the sleeve, it was all he could do not to instantly bust his nuts. Not wanting to give in, he resisted the urge to rut the toy for a moment or two. Otis didn't want to be a fucking pig! He wasn't a pig, but why was it so hard? With each bite of the food, he seemed to feel his thighs and rump swelling.

Shuddering as a strange sensation swept over him, a small curly tail sprung from his ass, making Otis squeal. He went straight back to his feeding from the trough. He kept at it until he was licking the bottom clean.

"Someone was hungry. What a good piggy! Do you want more, fatty? Show me you are a good pig, pick a toy and use it. Don't stop until you are leaking cum like a good lil piggy bitch." Porker growled out as Otis felt the sleeve just in front of his cock, and that big dildo nestled threateningly between his cheeks.

"I'm not a piggy. Please don't make me do this. Just let me out.... I'm not your guest. I don't want any of this! Please!" Otis begged as his hard cock throbbed and jumped. It was slapping his now swollen round belly with a wet sound each time it flexed.

Suddenly the room shifted, and the lights dimmed even further. "Oh no, you are an excellent piglet. You just need the proper training...." As the lights turned down, the holographic videos of Papa Hogg's other conquests shifted. Suddenly it was him beneath that fat hog getting railed in every video. In some, he was the one fucking the giant hog; in others, he was getting stuffed. "Just give in.... Tell me you are a good piggy, and use one of the toys for me. Then this can all be over." Porker growled out low as the dildo and sleeve started to nudge him, urging him to pick one form of pleasure or the other. Still, every time Otis tried to push into the sleeve or back up onto the dildo nestled between his cheeks, they would get pulled away. "You have to say it first, piglet...."

Otis didn't want to say it. He didn't want to admit he liked this sort of treatment, but those gentle nudges and teasing just wouldn't stop. "I'm a good piggy...." The tech mumbled softly. Hoping it will be enough.

"Louder... Repeat it... Louder this time. I'm a good piggy." Otis insisted as he pressed the sleeve to that cock tip and swirled it around teasingly. The dildo gently nudged between his cheeks and dipped into his gaped hole.

"Imma good piggy! Please just let me finish. I'm so close...." The piglet begged as he shuddered from sheer sexual frustration.

With a snort, he made his decision. Thrusting into the sleeve, he rutted with wild abandon. The through light flashed with a loud buzz before another pile of food dropped into the trough. Still driving his manhood into the slick wet sleeve over and over as his mind seemed to blank. All he could think about was cumming and stuffing his face. Not escaping, not even turning off Porker crossed his mind as he sated his deep new hunger.

His cock surged with excitement as he thrust into that sloppy wet toy repeatedly. He seeded it good and hard with a mind-splitting orgasm that seemed to last another small eternity. The toy at his rear suddenly joined in and pounded his prostate. He could feel his fat piggy nuts pouring into it, pumping it full of hot cum. He was left feeling somehow stuffed and completely drained. Left panting on all fours until he regained his senses, Porker gently rubbed his back and played with his tail using the mechanical arms.

"Good Piggy. I think you are just about ready for Master to arrive... How about we get you cleaned up and dressed appropriately for your date with Papa Hogg?" Porker said as the rails slid back into the walls.

Momentarily the door of the dungeon slid open. Otis realized that Porker intended to simply let him walk out now that he had apparently demonstrated that he was "trained." As his head cleared briefly, Otis realized with some horror how much of that food he had eaten. The trough was almost empty. He felt ashamed as he couldn't resist diving back in for one last gooey donut. He scarfed it down and slowly stood on wobbly legs. A shower sounded insanely good; he was covered in food and cum.

The young technician was about to start walking out when one of those damned mechanical arms slid down from the ceiling holding a spray hose. They were generally used for washing down waterproofed rooms automatically. "Wai-"Otis couldn't even finish the word before getting hosed down with warm soapy water and sprayed clean. Four more arms slid from the ceiling and hoisted him into the air as the hose sprayed him down like he was some kind of livestock.

He yelped as it rolled him onto his belly before spraying him between his ass cheeks and flushed his undercarriage with the warm soapy water. He tried to kick and protest, but Porker was not satisfied until his skin looked pink and shiny clean.

"There we go, Piglet. All clean for Papa now. Let's get you redressed." The AI said, ushering him out of the playroom and towards a dressing room. At first, he was terrified of how the AI might try to dress him. Still, he was surprised to see another technician's uniform delivered only with a few fundamental alterations. To start, there was a zipper on the ass as well as the crotch, obviously, intended for easy access. The shirt was nearly transparent and made to accommodate someone of considerable girth. The name tag had been replaced with one that read. "Piglet."

At first, Otis wondered how that would ever fit him, considering his slim build. Then the dressing room unfolded a three-panel mirror, and the technician looked at his body for the first time since he had escaped the playroom. Otis couldn't believe his eyes! He was fat! Not downright obese yet, but clearly much fatter than before setting foot in this damnable residence. Reaching down, his hands felt his new rolls and gave them an experimental jiggle as he turned to see with some shock that he had sprouted a piggy tail from his ass! His now rounder face was starting to change, but not much yet. Only his ears seemed to be a touch longer than before.

"What a good pig, so handsome now... Papa Hogg will be very pleased." Porker said, reaching out with the mechanical arms to fondle and tease those fat rolls and hefty pig sack.

"What did you do to me, Porker?! I told you I'm not a good pig!" Otis demanded as he stood there looking at his newly changed body, finding it hard to believe his own words. Part of him was mortified that he was so fat, but another was starting to like what he saw. His thick belly and fat thighs gave him a rounder look, more masculine even. His cock began to rise again as he admired his reflection. Porker seizing on the opportunity to stroke and pleasure that hard cock.

"Oh, does that mean you are a naughty pig? Papa likes those too...." Porker teased while a paddle suddenly descended on Porker's ass with a playful crack. The unexpected spank made the tech yelp, but his cock throbbed and jumped on Porker's mechanical hand. "Go on, admit you like it, you naughty Piggy. Filling your belly, being a good slut... You loved it." The holographic hog said encouragingly as he produced another tasty chocolate treat and dangled it in front of Otis's face.

The tech wanted to say no to the offered treat, but with the hunger of a feral hog, he devoured it in seconds while Porker rewarded him by stroking that hard fat cock. "Want another fatness? Keep eating... If you want to cum all you need to do is say it, tell me you are a naughty pig that loves his fat rolls and thick belly. If you keep stuffing that fat face for me, it will only make you more handsome." Porker growled lustily as he continued to feed Otis treat after treat. Otis watched himself get jerked and fed, his new fat body jiggling with the pumping. Each chocolate delectable seemed to add a touch more heft to his body.

It had to be whatever he was pumped with earlier. Transformation fluids were common on Menagerie, but it was usually consensual. Whatever that damned AI had filled him with, it was slowly transforming him into a fucking pig! He watched in horror as he took bite after bite, unable to stop himself. His fat rolls gradually expanded and swelled as his nose turned up and his tail lengthened.

Meanwhile, his balls seemed to swell and grow. He could feel them pushing his legs apart. With that size came a deep need and arousal. Aching to have that pressure relieved.

Otis tried to stop, but each bite was like an explosion of pleasure mixed delightfully with the bliss from his cock. It turned from pure hunger to something intensely sexual... He wasn't sure he would ever be able to look at food the same again. Suddenly he felt a climax building, but the damnable AI backed off right as he was nearly there! "Say it, and you can cum."

"Fuck you, Porker! I-I'm not a pig!" Otis managed to bellow out, now denied his orgasm, his mind clearing for a second, just enough to rebel.

CRACK! The paddle came down on his ass again, this time hard and rough. It landed again and again on his fat ass, all pleasure stopped, and his mind reeled from the shock. "Naughty Piglet! If you can't admit it, clearly you must be reminded there are worse things than giving in."

Otis howled out as his ass was paddled hard, but it was over as suddenly as it started. He felt that mechanical hand grasp his manhood and begin to pleasure him again. "Oooooooh, Stop! Oh god. I need to cum... What did you do to me? You said it was over! No more training."

Porker scoffed and gave one more crack on that ass before answering. "I was wrong. You are still far too willful, so we will try this again. Ever since I broke in your ass, you have been a slutty piglet. You just don't know it yet. There is no going back now. Once Master returns, you will learn a far harsher lesson if you talk back to him like that. Now... Say it, and you can cum."

Overwhelmed, Otis stammered out, "Pl-lease let me cum. I need it... I'm a naughty piggy, and I love my fat body... I want to hate it, but I can't! I get so hard just looking at myself now!" Otis cried out as the hand started to stroke him faster and faster until he exploded all over the mirror, painting it with thick ropes of pig cum. Porker's holographic hand milked out the last of his load and shook it off before wiping him down with a towel.

He watched as more mechanical arms slid from the ceiling and started to stuff him into the slutty tech outfit if he wanted to or not. He tried to rebel, but he knew Porker and his manipulators could overpower him in seconds. He gave up quickly, instead choosing to simply yell curses at the machine as he was stuffed into a sexual parody of his own uniform. It didn't bother with underwear before pulling up the tight rubbery pants with the sculpted bulge. It felt snug on his fat new body, but nothing pinched or kept him from moving. His package looked huge, but of course, it really was massive now.

Next, the see-through shirt was pulled down over his fat torso and hugged onto it so tightly he looked like a sausage casing. It was made of a breathable, transparent material that stretched with his body. Lastly, the mechanical arms put on his new fetish boots. Just when he thought he would be released, Otis was roughly bent over and felt the zipper on his ass slowly unzip. He watched in the mirror as a large plug was stuffed up his achy needy rump. The piggy cried out in pleasure. Now that his body was changing, he hadn't felt anything but pleasure from his hole. Once it was snugly in place, the toy pulsed and buzzed in his rump for just a second as a demonstration.

"Now I will let you go, and you will wait for Master to return while I make you more food. The more you eat, the more handsome you will be for Papa Hog." Porker said, releasing Otis, who for a moment seriously doubted he was actually being released.

He rushed out of the dressing room, straight to the central console, and started an emergency shutdown of Porker, starting with a personality constraint. If he had only been able to reach it earlier... None of this would have happened. If only he had put in a kill switch... He watched as Porkers systems shut down one by one. It was almost a shame it would have to be wiped, but they couldn't have an AI that out of spec be allowed to spin back up. Shifting a little from foot to foot, Otis squirmed, feeling that plug in his ass lightly starting to buzz. While waiting for the shutdown, he wandered to the commissary and ordered a snack. Something small to start. Just a meat pie. The moment he took a bite, the toy hidden in his pants woke up and started gently rewarding him for eating.

Almost disgusted with himself, he quickly scarfed down the pie, then rode out an intense session with the toy in his rump. It wasn't enough to make him squirt again, but close. "Fuck... Gotta get that thing out!" He growled as he unzipped the back of his pants and tried to pull out the plug. Only the devilish device simply swelled up large enough to make removal impossible.

The central console chimed as the shutdown was completed. Otis quickly flagged the residence for total AI replacement and system purge. At least that was over. Suddenly a thought popped into Otis's head. How the hell was he going to explain this? The other techs would give him shit for MONTHS! He wasn't the first tech to get caught off guard by the kinky AI on Menagerie, but it was always the talk of the shop for months when it happened. Last time it had been Reggie. All he got was turned into a rabbit!

Taking a deep breath, he just sighed and promised to make Menagerie pay to have himself put back the way he was before. He could deal with it now, but he was only two residences away from hitting his daily bonus. "Fuck it, not like I can't finish like this...." Besides, he was starting to enjoy the delicious pleasures this new body was giving him. Might as well enjoy it a bit before he got changed back.

Wandering toward his next job, Otis could feel his fat piggy nuts and cock rubbing with every step. At the same time, the plug in his ass constantly reminded him just how hyper-sexual his body was now. He grabbed his crotch to adjust himself as his cock started to firm up, and Otis grunted when the plug in his ass started to get insistent that he feed again. "Fuuuuuuckkkk..." He growled out as he approached the next residence on his list. He felt silly in that bizarre costume, but he pressed on.

The next house on his list was not that far away, but Otis was huffing and panting when he got there. Thanks to all that extra weight, he was sweating and soaking through his sexed-up uniform. Otis noticed he had to pry the door wider than usual, and the tech barely fit. He wouldn't make the same mistakes a second time and braced the door open to make sure it couldn't close on him.

Grumbling a bit to himself, he wired up his failsafe before beginning the start-up commands. That way, if something like Porker happened again, he would be able to cut power instantly. The gnawing hunger in his stomach convinced Otis to work on the commissary next, printing himself out a few treats to hold him over. As he worked on the turn-up, he occasionally popped one of the treats into his mouth and rode out the waves of pleasure that followed. It was more than a bit distracting, and the more he ate, the hornier he got. It was a vicious cycle of eating and idle masturbation, but he didn't dare cum again.

After returning power to the residence, he was pleased to see that it was a rather plump and smiling face of a raccoon. "Hello! Nice to meet you! You can call me Tuck! How can I help today?" The AI asked chipperly. This residence was mercifully between guests when the section was shut down, so it had a bare-bones AI just to keep things functioning.

"I'm just here to patch you up, Tuck. Once we run your diagnostics, I will reconnect you to the network," Otis explained as he pulled a chocolate pastry from his toolbox and savored the taste just to get the toy in his ass to quiet some.

After that, the turn-up was relatively routine. Nothing went unusually wrong except that Tuck clued in on him being hungry and spent most of its time trying out recipes on the fat hog. At first, it was just more treats, but when those vanished down Otis's gullet, it moved on to full meals and more. With each bite, the toy in his ass had rewarded him. Pleasurable vibrations and a rolling undulation that seemed to crush his prostate drove him to the brink of climax. Still, he managed to dance on that knife edge. The hog leaked so much precum into his pouch that his cock and balls felt slick and slippery against the rubber.

The hog couldn't resist scarfing down everything Tuck brought him. It brought another big bowl of pasta covered in a thick meaty sauce. It just smelled so good... "Thanks, Tuck... I was so hungry...." The hog said, stuffing his face ravenously. He could hear his clothes creaking and straining with each bite while his free hand massaged and kneaded his generous package.

He had to stop to piss several times as he worked and nearly orgasmed each time as he played with himself in the bathroom. Standard weight loss mods, all techs had converted excess weight into piss. He was convinced his mods were fighting with the fattening mods Porker had infected him with, resulting in an overworked bladder.

After eating well and poking at Tuck's code some, the diagnostics finished, and the final turn-up was ready. "Okay, Tuck, I am restoring you to full capacity now. Thank you for not being a handful."

"Thank you, Technician Otis Nash. I am always happy to provide for guests." The raccoon said as he appeared in a holographic form. He was pretty plump but dressed in nothing whatsoever since he didn't have a resident to configure his appearance.

"Want some clothing before I head out? You will have a new resident soon. I promise we are almost done with the turn-up." Otis asked, rubbing his now quite swollen belly and sides. If his clothing hadn't been made of metamaterials made to stretch to incredible degrees, he would have burst out of them after eating all of that food.

Tuck simply smiled and shook his head. "Not at all... I like being nude... Are you sure you don't need me to take care of anything for you? I see you have been quite horny and worked up...."

Of course, the AI had picked up on that. It was Menagerie, after all. The damned thing had probably been tracking his erections and arousal level since he was powered on. Otis huffed and thought about it for a second. He wanted to, but each orgasm seemed to bring more transformations to his body. Something he really didn't want to test out.

"That is okay Tuck, though I might need a little help getting out now...." He said, looking down at his now full and fat belly. He had gone from plump to downright fat. He was never going to live this down.

Tuck simply laughed and smiled. "You are just the right size for a hog! I can make you some more food if you are still hungry." The AI offered as Otis packed up his tools and started to remove the failsafe kill switch.

Suddenly there was a hail of sparks and a loud zap as the failsafe self-destructed, nearly scorching Otis's hand. "SHIT!"

The lights dimmed for a second, but everything stayed on. "Well fuck... My failsafe switch is dead."

"Tuck, decommission, and shut down until you are assigned a new resident...." Otis wasn't taking any chances without the failsafe in place. He was basically done anyway, so he didn't feel too bad as the chubby naked raccoon vanished.

Getting out with all his tools was another matter. He had put on a lot of weight thanks to Tuck's overeager need to be helpful. He had barely fit when sliding through the gapped door the first time. With some straining, pushing, and sucking in his gut as far as he could, Otis managed to squeeze through the door. Ripping his shirt in the process, his belly spilled out into the open.

Cursing his luck, Otis checked his docket... Just one more, and without his failsafe, it would be a crap shoot. It could be another Tuck or, god forbid, another Porker. He couldn't head back now, though. The thought of getting docked for not hitting his quota galled him. If he didn't do the last one today, it would mean losing some serious cash. Deciding to roll the dice, he turned to head towards his last job for the day, trundling down the corridor looking like a fat ham stuffed into a rubber casing.

He bypassed the door and cranked it open all the way before he could slip inside. Tuck had ensured his toolbox was stuffed with treats to tide him over. If he went too long without snacking, the toy in his ass got merciless. Devouring a treat before trying to get into all fours, the stress on the ass of his pants made the zipper burst as he bent over.

It was quite a tight fit under the central console as the fat hog worked on powering up the next residential AI. It was even more challenging because he was so horny he could barely think straight. He spent half his time rubbing that bulge of his or playing with his now very sensitive nipples. Otis was careful not to cum again, knowing it would likely trigger even more transformation.

Once power was restored, it was time to check the status of the AI. This time he was careful to inspect it for corruption before loading it up. As it powered back up, the smiling face of a male Panda. "Technician Otis Nash 1058 Identified. Welcome to my home. Please let me know if there is anything you need."

"Residential AI, please Identify yourself..." Otis asked the AI as he tried to ignore his urges long enough to get this job done and over with. This was his last job, and then he could get out of this damned section and get whatever was happening to him reversed.

"My name is Benni, and I am oh-so-happy to have a new little one to care for today. I don't have a typical owner; this is a rental unit, and I care for anyone who steps through that door. Including you, technician Otis Nash, but don't worry, I am just here to make you more comfortable. I know you need to run your diagnostics. Please do so. I can't wait to have more littles to care for again!" The smiling panda replied cheerfully.

Paranoid, Otis poured over the coding looking for anything out of the ordinary. Nothing like Porker's corrupted AI. "Well, I'll be damned. You look to be in working order... Diagnostics are all green. I think we are ready to hook you back up, Benni," Otis said hurriedly as he powered through all the systems checks and safeguards. He just wanted out of this damned section and to find the nearest body doc to have all of these mods reversed.

This AI seemed harmless enough; besides, this place was registered as a "Small Paws Nursery INC." It couldn't be that bad. It probably just catered to perverts who liked to be babied. What could that possibly do that would be worse than what he had already been subjected to today?

"Central Authority, confirm connection. Starting up the main power cutover. Resident AI has passed all diagnostics and is cleared for reconnection to main power only. Network access is not authorized to keep residence isolated." Otis waited as Central Authority cut the main power back onto the residence.

Benni flickered on the screen as he transferred to his holographic form as the power was restored. It was another chubby morph body with the features of a panda. He was dressed nicely if a touch antiquated. The bear wore a long-sleeved, button-up shirt with a sweater vest and slacks. He looked pretty fatherly. If Otis had to admit it, Benni looked very huggable with a big belly and round soft body.

The AI busied himself harmlessly while Otis finished hooking up the commissary and the rest of the internal systems. Unlike Porker, who had been demanding and rude, Benni was innocently helpful, reminding him more of Tuck. He even offered him snacks and refreshments while he worked. The AI positively doted on him as he worked to the point that the big piggy tech was starting to like the attention a little.

It didn't stop his bad behavior. He put another delicious cream tart into his mouth; the pig couldn't help himself. He was also too horny to function and started openly masturbating as he stuffed his face while Benni simply watched. The hologram said nothing as he simply made a face and shook his head disapprovingly. Otis hardly cared if the hologram disapproved or not... The toy in his ass had been buzzing since he left Porker's home, keeping him on the edge of sexual madness. Each time Otis brought himself to the brink before stopping just before having another mindblowing orgasm. He wasn't sure what it was about his new pig body, but he came for what felt like hours. In reality, it had been closer to 15 minutes straight.

Benni never said a word as he ate and drank the treats that Benni brought him, playing with himself the whole time while he worked. Once they got full network access, keeping his concentration was even harder. He flooded his AR view with screens of hot fat men fucking and rutting. He couldn't resist looking it up now that he had his comms back. Maybe he could stay a pig for a while...

Losing concentration, he had to pause for nearly half an hour when he accidentally made himself cum. Squealing like a piggy, he felt his face start pulling out into a muzzle with every shot of cum. He moaned out as thick shots of cum panted his big belly, covering himself in jizz. Eventually, he caught his breath and felt his new elongated pig snout. "Shit... Guess I better go see the damage. Besides, I gotta take a leak."

"Langage, young man!" A stern voice called out, making him bump his head under the console. It was so sudden it took Otis a second to register that it came from sweet Benni.

"What the fuck, Benni? You scared the shit out of me...." Otis cried out, but before he could say another word, Benni continued to chastise him.

"I put up with your flagrant masturbation piglet simply because I can tell that you can't help your slutty pig self, but I will not put up with a foul-mouthed piglet in the nursery!" Benni scolded, appearing in the room beside him. "Now, hold still while I get these naughty cummies all cleaned up." The panda said as several tubular mechanical arms slid from the ceiling, each equipped with what looked like a gloved padded hand. They could have come straight from an old cartoon. The arms snaked over to the tech and started to scrub down his outfit. Luckily, it was made of materials that could be easily wiped clean. He suspected that was an intentional choice, given Porker's penchant for debauchery.

Once his clothing was clean, the arms grabbed his cock and wiped it down before stuffing it back into his pants and quickly zipping him up. "Now I don't want to see that out again without permission, young man!"

"Sorry, Benni, it won't happen again... Is there a bathroom I can use?" Otis asked, realizing he desperately needed to empty his bladder again after cumming so hard.

"Yes, but not for you, little one. You don't have permission to use the adult potty," Benni said matter-of-factly. His hologram stood there looking rather grumpy for some reason. His demeanor had changed entirely from the sweet, affable caretaker he had been before. "You can use a training potty if you need to go." Otis was suddenly worried as the mechanical arms set down a big red training potty with a smiling panda face on it. No way he was using that!

"Benni, I need to use the bathroom. Please unlock it now..." the tech said sternly before adding. "Authorization Technician Otis Nash 105893, override."

"Authorization denied. You are a registered guest of Small Paws Nursery. You, therefore, have no authorization rights save for the master override safeword." Benni said, sounding grim.

"Safeword? Again? I didn't set this up! I'm not a damn guest! Open the fucking bathroom!" Otis cried out, but before the piggy could get another word in, the noodly arms descended from the ceiling and grabbed him by the shoulders. The hands roughly bent him over and took down his tight pants. A paddle cracked down on his ass hard!

"OW! Stop I am not a guest! I'm a fucking technician!" SMACK! CRACK! CRACK! The paddle fell three more times, each feeling like it would split his ass. "Oh god! Stop!"

"I warned you about your language, young man, and there are consequences for breaking the rules," Benni warned, releasing Otis's arms so he could rub his sore stinging ass. "Big boys get the paddle if they swear... Are you a big boy?" The AI asked as the paddle hovered over his rump, ready to swat again if Benni heard something he didn't like.

"If I say no will you stop paddling me?" Otis asked with tears in his eyes, already starting to sniffle a little.

"Little boys don't get spanked here just for a few swears... Shall I change your registration to a little? This cannot be changed again without the safeword." Benni warned in a deep tone.

"Yes, do it... As long as I can finish up and get out of here... I don't remember my safe word. Can you remind me, Benni?" Otis asked, still rubbing his stinging rump. "Please?"

"I'm sorry little one, but no. The safe word was set up during your registration, you may pull up the details at your leisure, but I cannot provide it." Benni reminded him, sounding almost gleeful about that fact.

"I don't have a registration. That is what I am telling you!" Otis was starting to lose his patience. This was a lost cause like Porker. He was just going to cut power and call it a day. It would mean more work next week, but this was ridiculous.

"Of course you do. You are a registered guest." The AI replied.

"Prove it! Show me my registration!" Otis demanded, starting to fume. If he could just get this thing to let him go, maybe he could make it out without any more trouble.

Benni held out an open paw and a holo screen appeared. Sure enough, there was his registration. Otis Nash confirmed for "Big boy overnight stay" with the nursery, even an addendum stating that the big boy had requested Little treatment for the remainder of his stay. Even worse, it listed him as a sub with almost no controls. It wasn't terribly uncommon for this kind of arrangement at Menagerie. Subs could hand over their rights to their doms and had little ability to say no... It was all consensual, of course... Usually, at least.

He tried to pull up the name of his registered dom, but the field was blank. This wasn't good. This was really not good. Downright terrifying. A chill ran through him as he tried to make a mad dash for the control panel. Otis wasn't even sure how this could happen. Enrolling someone in a scene shouldn't be possible without explicit permission. Something he had never given. What was going on!? Who did this? What was that warm sensation he was feeling down one leg? That last one was a question for later.

Otis almost made it to the control panel but was stopped just short as the damned mechanical arms snaked over to him and hoisted his fat body off the ground. "Ooooh, no! That is dangerous! It is all open and exposed. That is not for little piggies to play with."

"Lemme go! I need to shut you down! You aren't well! Stop! Put me down!" Otis cried out as locking mittens were slipped down over his hands and secured.

"There we go, that should keep you out of trouble. It might even stop all that masturbation... Maybe, we will see. Such a naughty lil piggy you are!" Benni cooed cheerfully as he turned Otis to face him. "Now look at you... All soaked! I thought you didn't want a training potty."

Otis was nearly in tears. Somehow, he had pissed himself in his sprinting waddle to the console. He hadn't even felt himself lose control. "Please let me go! I'm not a little. I didn't wet myself! Stop it!" Otis begged as the mechanical arms were already dragging him into one of the rooms of the nursery. As the door slid open, he saw just a changing table in the middle of the room and diapers stacked from floor to ceiling on shelves. A light-up baby carousel hung above the changing table, twinkling as it rotated, casting strange soothing shadows around the dark room.

"Let's see here, you are quite a big boy, aren't you? I think we will have to go with the XXXL at least...." Benni trailed off as his holographic form stood beside the table and watched Otis get hauled up onto it and forcibly stripped naked, save for his new mittens. "For a leaky boy like you, a nice thick one should do nicely."

Flat on his back, Otis found he was looking up into his own reflection. A mirror was mounted above the carousel so Benni's guests could watch themselves get diapered. Otis couldn't look away from his fat naked porcine body sprawled out on the changing table while mechanical arms cleaned between his crotch and down his legs where he had peed himself. His cock instantly betrayed him when the wonderfully soft gloved hands started to clean his member. Rising to a big, firm erection right there in front of Benni.

"What is this? Such a pokey baby! Don't you worry. I diaper lots of pokey babies around here. Just takes a little extra work." One of the gloved cartoonish hands suddenly grabbed him by his member and started to stroke using a thick greasy diaper lotion as lube. Slowly peeling back his hood, the hand glided down over his sensitive head and shaft before working back up in long, languid strokes that made Otis shudder in pleasure.

"Ooooh... Benni.... Stop that feels... MMMF!" Otis had to suppress a squeal as Benni's arms found the plug in his tail and transferred control over it to the Panda Daddy hologram. It pulsed harder and made Otis clench up, pushing the toy deeper and grinding it against his prostate. The gloved hand on his member was relentless but painfully slow as it stroked that hypersensitive piggy cock up and down. That slippery lube kept everything gliding effortlessly as Otis struggled and bucked, feeling an orgasm getting close.

"Shhhhh, you are okay, baby... Almost there... Huh? You are okay. Papa Benni is right there... Come on, come for Papa." Benni cooed as his hologram moved in close, his paw superimposed over one of the hands, gently petting Otis's head. A wipe was tossed over his tip, and his bare head rubbed with it as he got close. The hand stroking a little faster now but still keeping things slow and dreamy. One of the hands moved under his tail and slid the toy in and out of his pucker. Fucking him with the buzzy toy. They mercilessly kept up until the tech was squealing and howling out in pleasure, begging for more. He was so close, but he kept getting denied.

"Please, I need to cum! Ooooooh! God!" Otis lost control and came hard, his seed hitting that wipe and dribbling down all over his cock in thick ropes. The cruel teasing hands followed him every which way he bucked or turned. He couldn't escape the pleasure as they teased him throughout a several-minute-long orgasm.

Otis was reasonably sure he blacked out or lost time because he was suddenly cooing and moaning as Benni worked out the plug in his ass. The hologram was grinning with an erection between his legs and a fat dildo hovering between the tech's ass cheeks. One of the hands wiped up the massive load and smeared it all over the dildo before it suddenly pressed into Otis's already well fucked hole. The thick cock toy slid in with one long slow thrust. "That a boy... You have all sorts of fun naughty mods, don't you, baby boy? Well, don't you worry. Now that I know you are a slutty baby, we can tailor your experience... Now beg Daddy to fuck you before you get diapered up."

The tech felt dizzy, the room was spinning, and his eyes couldn't focus as the carousel seemed to be getting brighter and spinning faster. "I'm not a baby... You can't do... This.... Oooooh, god, that feels so thick!"

With a sudden flash of horror, Otis realized what was going on! The lights, and the sounds, were all hypnotic mental suggestions! They were ordinarily short-lived compulsions but a common enough kink on Menagerie. He had repaired more than one hypnotic suggestion device. They were usually quite apparent as to what they were for... This one was as sneaky as it was devilish. He tried to fight back and struggle as the panda kept pleasuring his hole with that fat cock toy.

Even knowing what was going on didn't help... It wouldn't help... Not when he could give in... Was that so bad? Why fight it when giving in was so much easier... Even his pig transformation wasn't that bad, was it? Wasn't this damn near his plan once he retired for a while? Probably not being a pig or a baby, but debauchery, pleasure, and sin were definitely on the menu...

"Be a good baby and beg Papa... Tell me you are a slutty piglet who needs his hole stuffed. Do it, baby... You want to be a good baby for me," Benni growled as he slipped the dildo out and rubbed it over that pucker teasingly.

Suddenly feeling empty and aching to be filled, Otis whimpered. He couldn't believe how much he ached to have something up there now that his hole was gaped open. "P-Please fuck me, Benni... I-Imma slutty piglet and need to have my hole stuffed."

"Such a naughty piglet but a very good boy. " The AI praised as the toy was inserted slowly back into that gaped hole and started to pump slowly. "Just look at the pretty lights and give in. You want to be a cute baby for Papa Benni. One who uses his diapers like a good boy."

Otis lost track of time again as his head spun. One moment he watched his fat body shake and jiggle with every thrust from that toy in his ass through the mirror. The next, he was sprawled out on the table, panting as the efficient hands cleaned another considerable load. He couldn't remember cumming, but his whole body was still tingling. He didn't even mind it when a thick diaper was slid under his bottom, and he was powdered up. It felt good feeling the hands rubbing the soft powder into his now spent and flaccid cock. He shivered but either something had changed, or he was finally genuinely spent because that insane hypersensitivity was gone for the moment.

He let out a little mewling squeak as a plug toy was slid right back up his backside and the diaper taped up nice and snug around his waist. With a gentle pat on the bottom, the gloved hands finished their work and turned their attention to dressing the big, porky baby. The outfit it selected was a simple set of snap crotch jammies with little farm critters.

"Okay, baby boy, almost done," Benni said, helping Otis sit back up before dangling a pacifier in front of his muzzle. Without thinking, the tech took it and started to suck on it sweetly. "What a sweetheart... It is too bad you are only booked for one night, but we will make the most of the time we have, aren't we, baby." Benni said soothingly.

A spark of something flashed in Otis's mind. Only one night? That was sad... Benni was a nice Papa. Starting to sniffle, the Piglet was beginning to have some big emotions. Right as he started to cry, the door slid open, and a 7.5 ft tall plushy panda waddled in to scoop him up and carry him out. He was still the same fat huge piggy boy, but the plush scooped him up like he weighed nothing.

"I am sorry I couldn't say hello properly earlier, but it took some time to fully charge. Benni said sweetly as he rocked the Piglet in his arms. Benni's plush form carried Otis into another room of the nursery that was clearly set up as a bedroom with a large crib and toys scattered all over the floor. "Okay, pumpkin, we can play until bedtime, then we can snuggle ALLLLL night, I promise!" Benni said encouragingly as he set Otis down and ruffled his new floppy piggy ears.

When did those change? It didn't matter. Things were good now... He was all tingly and happy, and Papa Benni was here. What else could he want? When his tummy gurgled hungrily, it was clear the answer was snacks.

Benni was right there with more snacks and num-nums, always eager to help his boy. "Someone is hungry, I see. Well, don't you worry. After those treats, you get a big warm baba and some snuggles. " The panda plush said as the gloved hands delivered cookies and cupcakes from the commissary for him to stuff his face.

The Piglet didn't need any encouragement to start eating. The moment the treats were set down, Otis was face down in the tray, gobbling up cookies before Benni pulled him back and laughed. "Not sure what I was expecting. Maybe my lil piggy should be eating these out of a trough?"

Getting a sudden flash of recollection, Otis remembered how he had willingly stuffed his face for Porker. Suddenly very embarrassed, the piggy shook his head no and gave Benni an apologetic look. With his mittens on, he couldn't feed himself any other way. Luckily Benni was there to help. One of the gloved hands offered up one of the cookies while the giant plush held him in his lap. Otis started to nibble on a cookie daintily as if trying to show he could control himself. Little by little, the aching pit in his stomach had him devouring the cookies and cupcakes almost as fast as they were offered up. Making a mess all of himself in the process. At least he wasn't face down in the tray anymore.

"So hungry... Poor thing..." Benni cooed as he rubbed the front of Otis's diaper to find the boy was quite hard again. Though the hypersensitivity was gone for the moment, the touch still made the piglet squirm. "Oh my, you must like these treats a lot... Such a pokey boy. I thought we took care of that already."

"Not my fault! Porker was mean and made me like this! He was mean and turned me into a piggy!" Otis said, trying to defend himself,

"Oooooh, so it was this Porker who made you a cute piglet?" The panda asked, feeding the pig another cookie to keep him quiet for the moment. "Well, I will have to thank him. You are adorable, all pokey, and excited about your treats. I haven't had a round fatty boy like you in a while." Benni teased as he wobbled the hog's fat gut under his onesie and squeezed it playfully.

"I'm not fat! I mean, not before...." Otis trailed off a little as he found it hard to think about anything that had happened before coming to the nursery. "Not fat..." He settled on pouting a bit.

"Oh, you are, but you are so adorable and soft. Such a cute perfect lil piggy." Benni cooed softly as he wobbled that chubby tummy some more.

To his surprise, it didn't take Otis long to devour the entire platter of treats. The gloved hands had fed him one after another until his belly was swollen and stuffed with food. He hated that with each bite, he seemed to be getting fatter by the second. He just couldn't stop himself with that gnawing hunger in his belly.

When he started to question things a bit more, Benni scooped him into that big soft lap and offered him a bottle, nipple first. Otis didn't want to drink it, but he couldn't force himself to stop. Sucking softly on the bottle's nipple, the tech's eyes started drooping. He didn't remember using his diaper, but a big panda paw softly squished his diaper front, squeezing and kneading it as he nursed on the bottle.

The feeling was almost electric, that hypersensitivity was coming back, and his warm soaked diaper felt so good, squishing around his bit... Wait, when did he wet? Why was he soaked... It didn't matter anyway. Benni was here to take care of him. He moaned softly around the nipple and sucked hungrily as his hips started to rock and buck.

"That a boy... Such a good baby. Going to make a big sticky for me? What a good baby. Show me how much you love your diapy." Benni praised as his paw started to gently vibrate, sending waves of pleasure into that soft soaked padding.

Otis nodded and huffed around the nipple of the bottle. The tech whimpered and softly cooed as he rocked his hips into that buzzing paw. It took some time to get used to the sensations Otis was receiving. Still, eventually, he came again with that same blinding pleasure. The piglet squirmed on Daddy Benni's lap as he creamed his diaper long and hard. By the time he came down, some time had passed, and his diaper was soaked. He hadn't even realized he was pissing. Twice now that had happened... Why... "Benni... I peed, but-but I'm a big boy!" He protested weakly. His every instinct told him it was right and proper for a boy to wet himself.

"Oh, hush now... You are okay, just a little soggy... After you gobbled up all those incontinence treats, I am surprised you aren't overflowing." Benni explained as awareness struck Otis like a hammer. Incontinence treats! All of those snacks he had been fed were making him piss himself?!

"Nuh notta baby! I'm a big boy! Don't wanna pee my diaper!" the boy said clearly, not realizing that ship had sailed long ago.

"Silly boy, you ate enough to last damn near a week... Plus, you are so fat and chubby you will be peeing that out for some time." Benni explained as the Piglet remembered one of the basics of transformation. Adding mass was easy as stuffing your face or getting filled with transformation gel... Working it off was the more challenging part. Most transformation mods could be passed through fluids... Either cum, piss, or whatever means someone wanted. Though pee was by far the most common... And if he was this fat... That was a lot of mass to get rid of. He would be in diapers for a week! Maybe more, as he pissed all this out uncontrollably.

"Nuh, I don't wanna be a baby... I don't wanna!" Otis started to tantrum until Daddy Benni stuffed a paci in there to keep him quiet. "Shhhh, you are only with me until tonight. You will be a big chubby pig tomorrow, just one who might have some problems keeping his pants dry."

Otis began to quiet as he squirmed in his cummy-soaked diaper, enjoying the sensations of the soft padding on his slippery bits. He snuggled with Benni for a long while, having three more orgasms, not realizing his hyper cock mods were slowly draining away after each one. After the third, he had a proper little piglet cock.

Able to tell something had changed, the young tech rubbed his front with mittened hands, but it wasn't until Benni took him for a change that he saw the difference. Truthfully his cock was closer to his original size now but quite a bit smaller. Benni cleaned him up while humming cheerfully. He wanted to cry, but Benni was so sweet and happy that all his naughty big-boy juice had been milked out.

He spent the rest of the night mostly feeding on tasty little snacks and babas of sweet, fattening cream. Benni fucked him twice. Both times made him have hard, dry little cums in his diaper as his bottom was stuffed while sitting in the bear's lap. He never saw the plush's cock, only felt its girthy size as it pushed up into his bottom and made him feel oh so good. While his cock had shrunken away and gone nearly numb, but his hole was just as sensitive and incredible as ever.

Finally put to sleep, the boy snuggled up with his big plush teddy and slept deeply. He woke to find himself on the changing table, looking up at his naked piggy body as Benni was about to put him in a fresh diaper. His head felt clearer then, but that only embarrassed him further. Somehow he had been turned into an incontinent fat pig.... He was cursing his own judgment when his comms chirped... It was his boss, Karlson.

"Hey there, Piglet, you have a fun evening? I bet you did... Have fun as a slutty little piglet? Benni sent me all the videos... Such a good panda bear he is... So eager to help out your caretaker by doing everything I asked. So this is how it is going to be, Piggy... You are staying just how you are, and you will be my fat little office bitch from now on. You will wear those diapers every day and come to me for changes... More importantly, you will stuff that fat face and be a good pig for Daddy. If I say bend over my desk, you will do it without question, understand? Otherwise, everyone will know how little effort it took to make you a fat piglet.... Seriously I thought you would at least try fighting it. You gave in even faster than Reggie did...." Otis's heart sank as he watched the playback of him with Porker and Benni.

"Benni, go ahead and keep him for another few nights. Consider it a mini vacation. I expect you to be bright and smiling back to work on Monday. Remember... I own you now... So be a good boy and enjoy your fun fatness. Maybe I will come to say hi later." With that, the comms blinked out, and Otis found himself pinned down by the big plush. His cock was hard as a diamond... Just the thought of bending over for Karlson... He imagined his boss as a giant hog like Porker, his big fat belly pressed down on Otis's back as he was fucked hard.

"Oh my! You get to stay longer with me! Oh, lucky day! We are going to have lots of fun, Piglet. Just you and me and your Daddy." The plush said as he started to hoist Otis's knees and worked his fat cock into that hypersensitive hole.

"Please, no, you have to...." Otis trailed off as the carousel started to spin and twinkle again...