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[b][u][center]The Boss’s Sow 15

For Foogo

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Before she knew it, the weekend was over, and so was the boar’s time with her. Sallie was trying to be happy about that, but something felt…off. Despite all the signs that she should be ecstatic, that she should be planning what she would do with Philip when she saw him again, all she could think about was the warmth between her legs and the emptiness in her gut. One was hot and needy, the other was empty and sad, and both of them demanded attention as she sat beside the boar in the back of his limo.

[i]You are NOT hungry,[/i] she told herself, shaking her head. [i]You’re not…[/i]

And yet, her stomach was telling her that it was. She had eaten breakfast – a banana – and had her coffee. That should have been enough, but after the days of being with the boar and the feeding that she’d forced herself through with her husband, her body was craving more. A lot more. A lot, lot, lot more.

She groaned as she leaned over her stomach, one hand pressed against it. The boar snorted, pushing her up again as he groped her fattened tits.

“Heh, something the matter, sow?”

“Nnngh…nothing…”

“Liar.”

“…”

“But that’s fine. You want to starve, you starve. Not gonna change a damn thing, though.”

She opened her mouth, wanting to say that she hated him, and the words died in her throat. They weren’t quite true any longer. Not the way that she wanted them to be. Not with the venom that she wanted to throw at him.

“How can I change back?” she whispered. “How long…what will you make me do so I can be…human again?”

“Heh…do you really want to be, sow?”

“…”

“Well, guess I can see the appeal. Intellectually, anyway. Ain’t that hot to me, but maybe you think that your husband’s still better than me, wimp that he is.”

“…”

“Heh, I know you don’t. You just aren’t ready to admit it to yourself just yet. But that’s fine, sow, that’s fine. Tell you what. I’m in a generous mood. We’ll make a little game of it.”

“What game?” she whispered.

“You get him to fuck you. If he can make you cum more than I can, then you’ll start going human again. If he can’t, then you’ll start going more sow. More and more like the bitches that I keep.”

Sallie could hardly believe what she was hearing. If it wasn’t for the changes that she had already gone through, if it wasn’t for the various things that had already happened to her, she would have thought that this was nothing but a lie, something that the boar was doing to torment her, torture her, break her. Yet, she had teats now, honest to god teats, and that just didn’t happen normally. There was something, something supernatural, that was turning her into a sow, and if she wanted it to stop, then she needed to follow the rules.

She nodded slowly. The boar chuckled.

“Heh, thought that’d get your attention. Wanna know the other rules, girl?”

“I…had better.”

“That’s right. Now, rule one. No shaving.”

“…Alright.”

“Rule two. No bathing, either.”

“But…but that’s not…”

“Fair?”

“No,” she said, shaking her head. “Why are you sabotaging him like this? He’s…he’s got to have a chance, at least…”

“Sow, if your hubby can’t get it up when you’re a little smelly, then I’m pretty sure that you got bigger problems.”

There was something wrong with that statement, but try as she might, she was too worked up to be able to tell what it was. Sallie lowered her head, sighing under her breath.

“Fine…fine.”

“Good sow. You know what you want, and even better, you know what you need.”

She didn’t agree with him in the slightest, but she knew that she didn’t have a snowball’s chance in hell of fighting him, so she kept quiet. Sallie pulled her arms across her middle – not because of her rumbling stomach, she told herself – and tried to imagine what would happen when they returned her to her husband. The idea of what he’d say…

She hoped that the shirt she wore, loose and baggy, would keep him from noticing all the teats and stuff right away. He would, hopefully, excuse those as more of the folds that she had been developing. That was, unfortunately, the best-case scenario, and one that she imagined would only work out for a little while. If they were going to have sex…

[i]Gods, what if he sees me like this…what if…[/i]

If he saw her like this and hated her, if he decided that she was too ugly for him…

[i]I’ll be stuck like this forever…[/i]

And that was before he would have a chance to see what the pig had done to her pussy. Her clit and her pussy lips had sucked back in a bit, but she was still plump and swollen down there, at least a little gaping, and her pussy lips looked like some beast’s. She was swollen, inflamed, and even now she could feel her panties sliding between the lips, rubbing against her inner walls slightly because of how wide they’d been spread, and –

[i]Stop thinking about that![/i]

Except that it was all but impossible. She had been changed, becoming more and more pig-like the longer that she stayed with the boar, and the more that she changed, the less that she felt she minded. She was still humiliated, still believed that she was ugly, but…but there was a part of her that felt like the boar really liked her this way…that he actually thought that she was pretty hot…

It was a dangerous thought, particularly as she could no longer kill it.

#

The limo dropped her off outside the house just past noon, and she shivered as she stepped out of the car. She could feel every fold, every flabby bit of her body, and it made her feel uglier than she could ever remember feeling in the past. She wanted to hug herself, to hide the way that her shirt still bloated out around her middle, how her sweats and her pits were stained wet with sweat, how her ankles were swollen and overhung over part of her feet. She was a fucking slob, she knew, and she knew that she looked it.

[i]What will Philip say?[/i]

Well, Sallie knew that she’d have the answer to that question in a minute. She looked over her shoulder at the boar for a moment, saw him smirking at her from the car, and then turned back to the door.

[i]Just go…just talk to him…[/i]

Maybe it would go better than she imagined. Maybe there was something to her husband that would still love this ugly little…

[i]Can’t tell him everything,[/i] she thought as she walked up the stairs. [i]Can’t let him know what we did…or what the deal is…not yet…[/i]

Because if he knew, and he started failing, then he would stop trying. She had to keep him trying, keep him doing his best, or he’d just stop and she’d lose everything. The little shit would just let her be the one to take the fall, and hope that was enough to keep the boar from coming after him. Always so selfish, always so –

No, no. Sallie gripped the doorknob, shaking her head as the limo drove off. That wasn’t how she wanted to think of him. She wanted…she wanted to think happy thoughts. There were still happy thoughts, weren’t there? Of her and him?

If there were, they didn’t come. Not then, at least. Sallie sighed, slowly turning the doorknob and stepping inside.

Her husband was waiting in the living room, and Philip didn’t look so drained and drawn as he had when she’d been picked up. She chose to believe that he was more rested, rather than just happier about not dealing with the whole thing. The fact that his face dropped when she rounded the corner and he saw her, however, was not a good sign.

“Dear?” he asked.

“I’m back.”

“What happened to you?”

Her fears that he was referring to all the flab was confirmed when his eyes flicked up and down her body. She rubbed the back of her head.

“He…um…”

[i]What the hell do you say? Say something. Anything.[/i]

“He…didn’t like the weight gain,” she lied.

It was so stupid. He had obviously loved it. Why did she want to lie about that? Philip blinked, looking her up and down.

“Then why…”

“I kept eating. He couldn’t stop me at the restaurants. I wanted to…you know…make a point. Run up his credit card. Make him angry about it, show him that we weren’t just going to roll over and take it.”

[i]That’s another stupid lie. Why are you lying to him this badly?[/i]

She didn’t have an answer…not until her stomach grumbled at her. It begged for food, for something substantial, for something that would make it feel like more than a drop of water had been put in. Sallie groaned as she wrapped her arms around her middle.

“Philip…”

“You…you need [i]more?[/i]”

“Nnngh…I do. W-we do,” she said, all too easily slipping into the lie. “If he hates it, we can…we can keep putting him off. He’s trying to break us, you see? He says that he’ll keep me from shaving or bathing until I stop eating so much. If we can just keep going for longer than he can…”

There. There was the lie. The big lie. And from the look of things, Philip was slowly coming around to it. At the very least, he looked at her like he believed what she said; after all, why would someone who looked like her – who was as fat as her, as slobby as her, as horrible as her – be attractive to anyone?

“…I guess I can make a few things tonight,” Philip said.

“Sooner than that?”

“Um…we can do take-out? I think I have some credits.”

“Please…please…”

“Okay. I’ll get started on –”

“But one more thing first.”

This was the harder part. She had to get him into bed with her, and she had to make sure that he fucked her. Fucked her hard, too, if she was going to cum from it. Much as she wanted to think that she could just lie to the boar and get away with it, Sallie knew that wasn’t going to be so simple. He just seemed to know things, and if he was the one responsible for her transformation, then that meant that he was more than he appeared to be.

She reached out, taking her husband’s hand. He flinched, and she tried to be okay with that. She mostly succeeded.

“I need you…I need to make love with me.” [i]To fuck me.[/i] Words that she couldn’t use with him. Not the same way. It hurt. “I need to feel you for a while.”

“But…now? When you’re so…”

“So what?”

“…Can’t it wait until we can both be clean for it?”

He was trying. Not very well, but he was trying to make it sound like it was more about the pair of them than just him. He was trying to make it sound like he wanted her to be able to feel good and feel sexy, rather than being repulsed by her.

It didn’t really work, but he tried.

She squeezed his hand tighter, shaking her head as she pulled him closer. He fought it, at least a little bit, but not enough to keep from being dragged right against her body. He didn’t whimper, but only because he was too close to be able to hide it if he did. Their eyes met as she looked down at him, and she could tell that he was holding his breath, trying not to smell her. Was it her stink, she wondered, or the smell of the boar that still lingered on her? Either way, he was trying not to smell it, and she doubted that it was working out for him.

“I just spent a weekend with…with him,” she said, the word ‘monster’ failing to come honestly to her lips. “I need to think about something else.”

“But –”

“Please…”

“…Fine. Let me just…let me make sure we still have condoms.”

Condoms. A real man wouldn’t care about those. A real man would have just taken her, glad for the free pussy. He was –

[i]My husband…[/i]

It was a weak argument for his benefit, but it was still something. She shook her head, letting him go, and took herself to the bedroom as well. The last thing she needed was to make him wait and change his mind. She needed to get ready, and that meant picking a position and just the right clothes for the moment. If he saw what else had changed…

Well, suffice to say, she doubted he would fuck her. And then she’d be stuck like this…forever.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Sallie returns home to try and convince her husband to fuck her properly.

Tags: M/F, Off-Screen Sex, Musk, Sweat, Stink, Humiliation, Human, Pig, Boar, Cheating, Cuckolding, Series, Ugly,