Dirty Thoughts, Dirty Body
The house was empty, for once, as Vincent came in from his work in the barn. He had mucked out all the stalls and even scrubbed two down with a stiff bristled brush and sprayed it down with a hose. It was dirty hard work, but he and his brothers always rotated. He hated when his name came up, and as he walked into the house he grumbled to himself and sniffed at his clothes before wrinkling his nose. The horses weren't bad to work with, but the goats and pigs, ugh. He smelled horrible. He kicked his boots off and peeled off his socks before shrugging out of his coat. A glance at the clock told him he'd beat his old record. He'd managed to get his chores done before 10 in the morning. Better then his older brother by half an hour.
Ugh.. three more days and then Tommy can deal with this mess.. He growled to himself and made his way through the kitchen.
A note on the counter gave him the answer as to where his brothers and father were. They'd gone out hunting this morning without him. He grimaced a bit. He hadn't had a chance at a deer all season, and his younger brother had managed to bag a rather respectable eight point a couple of weeks ago. Still, he'd have his chance soon enough. He went to open up the fridge to snag a drink when he realized the house wasn't quite as empty as he'd thought. As he yanked the door open he heard the sudden splash of water from the room above him. Well, his mother was home and likely his grandmother were home at least. He pulled out a coke and cracked it open as he sighed. That meant his own shower would have to wait. The old farm house had one huge fault, the lack of bathrooms in it.
He sipped his coke and debated going back outside and saddling up his little mare for a good ride to pass time before he could get a shower. It wasn't a bad idea. Spook hadn't been out in days and was starting to get restless, especially since she'd come into heat. His lips twitched up a little bit as he recalled the stallion peering at her longingly as he walked her down the aisle. Soon enough the stallion would get his bit of tail, but that meant he spent his time currently peering at her and calling at the mare hopefully. The memory of the stallion made his mind turn towards one particular thought that was on par with the sound of his mother showering. His cheeks flushed hotly and the nineteen year old bit his lower lip at the unnatural urge that stirred inside of him. He set his coke down and drew a shivering breath.
It wasn't the first time he'd thought about his mother in a way that no son should. He was embarrassed by it, but at the same time, he couldn't help himself. His mother was a short, curvy red headed woman with an expressive smile and still retained the appeal she had had when she was younger. As he'd grown, he'd started to look at her and feel his loins stir whenever he peered at her. Only recently he had started to do more then just imagine her when he gripped his cock in the palm of his hand. Lately, he had started to find places in the old house where he could see more then her clothed body. Such as when she was taking a shower or a bath or getting ready for the day. By now he had seen every inch of her nude body, and he still wanted to see more. Sometimes he even teased himself with doing more then watching.
With a grin, he pushed away from the counter and padded out of the kitchen and towards the stairs. It wouldn't hurt to spend some time enjoying the view, after all. His grandmother was an early riser and if she wasn't in the living room, she was probably out and about doing errands in town. He moved his hands down and unsnapped the top of his jeans before bolting up the stairs two at a time. This was going to be the perfect way to unwind after being forced to clean up all that filth.
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It didn't take much time for Vincent to find a good position in a small linen closet that opened up between the hall way and the inside of the bathroom. It was meant to make it easy to store towels and the like, but moving aside one the shelves it made the perfect place for his lean short form to tuck down and watch the bathroom. He'd popped the door open just a crack and leaned back against the closet wall so he had the perfect view of his mother. The glass shower door didn't hide anything from his peeping eyes so he could see his mother nude and glistening with water and thick soap that ran down along her heavy soft breasts. Her nipples were hardened from the water as her hands glided over her body to clean herself.
Nnf, I should just go all the way in there, pin her up against the wall... The thought made him squirm as he slipped his hand into his spread pants.
His cock was hard, so incredibly hard as it dribbled a little precum against the palm of his hand. He gave it a gentle squeeze and spread the wetness up and down his girth as he followed his mother's hands as they glided over her breasts and beneath them. The gentle pads of the fingers swirled over her nipples almost sensuously. He squeezed his fingers around his cock tip and muffled a soft whimper. It was like she knew he was watching and wanted to give him a show. Not even having three children had ruined her form and her fingers moved the sponge over herself ever so slowly. He often imagined what it would be like to lick the rivulets of water from her soft inner thighs, how he would nibble upwards as she held his shoulders and moaned for him to take-
"You filthy little pig!" An enraged hiss made him come to a halt and yanked his hand out of his pants as the door that led to the hall was violently open.
"Gramma!" He yelped out and she reached in to catch his ear as if he had been a little child and yanked hard enough that he stumbled and fell from his perch.
"You disgusting little pig! What on earth do you think you're doing?" His five foot tall grandmother bristled as he clambered and struggled up to his feet. His eyes flashed wildly as he yanked his pants up to cover himself.
"I.. n-nothing.." He stumbled and his cheeks burned hotter as she leveled a cold gaze at him. It was all he could do to try and keep his expression innocent.
"I saw you, I saw what you were-" His grandmother started, but was cut off.
"Mom? Is that you? What on earth is going on out there?!" The water shut off and panic welled up inside Vincent. Oh god, she was going to find out. He stared frantically at his grandmother who released his ear.
"Nothing, just Vincent getting into trouble." The reply nearly made him weak kneed with relief, but the look his grandmother gave him made the relief feel premature. "Get to your room, filthy boy! If I see you around today, I'll-"
"Sorry.. I'm sorry.." He mumbled and bolted while the bolting was good. He ducked past her and darted to the safety of his room. His mood was entirely ruined, there was no saving it at this point!
His grandmother watched him with angry narrowed eyes. This hadn't been the first time he'd watched his mother. She'd suspected for a while now that he'd been up to something like this, but this was the first time she'd caught him. She needed to nip this in the bud before it got much worse. Thankfully she had an idea in mind fordoing just that.
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Vincent was obscenely grateful that nothing seemed to come from getting caught except for the fact his grandmother was a bit standoffish. He had dinner with his family and could barely look at his mother as they ate. His father and brothers were thankfully loud and rowdy enough that they covered up his silence and off mood. Nothing came from it the next day or the next day. He could easily avoid his grandmother and his parents were pretty wrapped up in the running of the farm. His own duties for the week kept him busy and he felt pretty good that he'd managed to get away with getting caught without anything more. His grandmother was probably just as embarrassed and definitely wouldn't bring it up. That made him relax and life went back to normal.
Except, for one night his mother had commented on how quiet he was and pulled him into the family room to talk. He tried to deny anything was bothering him, but she kept pushing for it. In the end he'd managed to evade the questioning by asking after a few of the new pigs that they'd brought in. Talk of the farm always distracted his mother. It wasn't until his grandmother had come into the room and glared at him that he had gone back to being nervous and quiet. How could he know the old woman had plans? Or had set things into motion to make sure he paid the price for his perverse thoughts?
By the time his week to do stall duty came around again he was ready for the distraction. The morning he went to out to the stall he wriggled into his jeans, and found that they weren't quite fitting right. He frowned a little and had to lay down on the bed to pull them up and over the spread of his hips. By the time he'd pulled them on he'd been puffing and had to suck in his stomach to button them. Normally his pants were a little tight, but not like this. His shirt was a bit snug as well and he grinned down at himself before patting his slightly softened belly.
Heh, damn. I better stop eating seconds at dinner. He shook his head and put it out of his mind before going down to the barn and started on his chores.
He'd definitely managed to gain a bit of weight, but it wasn't too terribly troublesome. Only annoying as he could feel his thighs brushing against each other as he went about mucking out the worst of the stalls and prepared several to get scrubbed down. The work was harder too. He wasn't able to just push through it as quick as he normally did. He was always able to be done within a few hours, but this time, he was puffing and straining to get the barrows filled up at a reasonable pace. The tightness of his pants made it worse as he felt the band cutting against his waist and just made it awkward when he had to bend over. He finally pulled his shirt off and grimaced a little at the slight edge of lovehandles on either side of his waist.
It certainly wasn't something he'd expected to see. He hadn't been this large when he'd gone to bed! Not even close to it! He flicked his hair back as he shoved up the last of the muck and leaned over the edge of the stall door. He rubbed the sweat from his face and realized that it was already well past noon. He'd never taken this long trying to do chores. To make it worse, he was finally spraying down the stalls that he'd scrubbed down when his brothers came in from their ride. The sound of clopping hooves and rough laughter made him wince and glanced around for his shirt.
"Good god, Vincent?" His younger brother, Tommy, led his little gelding into the barn and grinned. "You're turning into a porker!"
"Hmm?" His older brother, Jeffry, stopped and then snickered. "Jesus, you're getting chubby. Are you JUST finishing up? That's horrible! Even Gramma could muck out stalls faster then that."
"Oh shut it, I'm just having an off morning. I finished up faster then you last time I worked the stalls." He glared at them and his cheeks flushed hot red at their teasing.
"Yeah, but looks like you're setting a whole new low today." Tommy gave his head a shake as he turned his mount loose in the stall. "Better talk to Mom about getting new pants. Looks like you're barely squeezing into those."
"Probably into the pig slop, they looked hungry when we came in." Jeffry patted his little mare before turning away and moved towards the door.
"DAMNIT!" Vincent yelped and started to coil up the hose. "I forgot."
"Yeaaaah sure you did." His older brother teased him and he glared.
They spent a bit longer ribbing and teasing him about his weight gain. It was all he could do to keep himself from getting angry enough that he got into a fight. In the end they left to go up to the house while he went to pick up the pig food. His mother always had the buckets set out in the kitchen. They called it slop, but it wasn't really trash. It was fruit that was bruised or going a bit off, veggies and bits of bread, sometimes there were sweets as well, and pasta. All of it was mixed together with a thick protein rich grain that would help them keep their weight and build muscle. He had to trot up to the house and winced at the soft feel of his thighs rubbing together as he picked up the buckets and went down to the pig pen. The large black and white beasts snorted and snuffled at him hopefully as they saw the breakfast they'd missed out on.
"Yeah yeah, sorry fellas.." He moved over to the gate and fumbled with the metal loop before he could swing it open. "I got your food."
It was hard to press through the massive bodies that crowded him. Most of the pigs came up to his waist and they were heavy bodied. Thankfully, they'd been raised around humans all their lives and weren't dangerous. A sow could be dangerous if they had piglets and the boars were always a bit more rough and tumble, but he was able to shoo them away with a few shoves of his legs as he went over to the feed bins. It didn't take them long to forget about the irritation once he poured the mixture out into the bins. They darted forward and shoved their snouts into the mix with happy snorts and grunts of pleasure. He laughed softly and gave one a light pat as he moved towards the fence. That took care of that.
He swung the bucket over the fence before clambering up to the top rung. It was easier to climb over than push through the large bodies to get to the gate again. He perched at the top for a moment, when a hand suddenly touched the small of his bare back. He stiffened and turned around to snap at his brothers before they could pitch him in as a joke. Instead, he found himself staring at his grandmother's angry eyes and something snapped around his neck. Metal clacked into place and he yelped out before lifting his hands to grip at the ring that had affixed itself to him.
"It took me long enough, but it's time to punish you for behaving like an animal." Her voice was firm as she gave a sudden shove against his back.
His hands were wrapped around the metal ring, NOT bracing himself. He tumbled forward without being able to stop his fall. He hit the mud with a wet squelching noise. He stumbled upwards, but the collar was heating up around his neck and sent a sudden electric shock that ran down his spine. He dropped back down into the mud as his plump thighs started to strain against the fabric. He let out a short whimpering cry as he tried to pull himself up the fence. His grandmother peered down at him as if there was nothing wrong with the fact he was struggling through the muck and mud. His hands sank into the mire as the heat flowed down them while he was left crying out softly. It hurt, his bones seemed to shift and slide beneath his skin.
He lifted one of his hands up to grip against the lower rung of the fence, but as it touched the wood his fingers started to draw together. Two to either side, as the nails thickened and grew heavier. The nail rolled downwards and stiffened his joints while his thumb pulled backwards and towards his wrist. He cried out at the sight and looked down to see his other hand similarly changing. He was losing feeling in his finger tips. He didn't know what was going on, all he knew was that the thick fingers were turning into rough stiff hooves. The tips grew slightly pointed as his wrist stiffened and his lower arm began to change as well. And through it all, his grandmother just peered down and watched him impartially. She didn't even respond to his whimper for help.
His pants finally split along the seams as his legs changed and upper thighs thickened. His joints suddenly cracked and they changed direction as the lower legs started to grow shorter. The tattered denim fell down into the mud as he lost his hold on the fence and dropped down on the piggish hooves. His legs were changing into something that had no business being on a human. The crowning glory was a moment of pressure before a curly tufted tail pushed itself up right above his ass. He stumbled forward and his feet popped out of his shoes and socks as his toes had changed into thick hooves to match what had happened to his hands. His arms were even growing shorter so his body leveled out as he stood on all fours shaking and trembling. The flesh thickened along his upper arms before a splash of black appeared over the pink.
Oh god.. like one of the pigs.. He thought frantically and stumbled backwards on his awkwardly shaped legs.
"HELP ME!" He tried to ask his grandmother, but the only thing that came out was a high pitched squeal that a human had no business making. It was piggish, not human.
"Oh dear, now you have a body that matches your actions." His grandmother grinned down at him and she leaned over the top rung. "I think, that I'm going to leave you to get used to your new station in life. And if you take your punishment like a man... ahem.. boar, then maybe you can go back to your life without behaving like a pig."
"But.." The word came out as a rough grunting oink and his cheeks flushed a deep hot red.
"Oh don't worry, no one will see who you are. They'll just see a pig in with the rest." She stepped away from the fence and gave a flick of her fingers. "Enjoy your punishment, lad."
Vincent was lift on all fours, in the mud, with the snorting and grunting of the eating hogs coming from behind him. He whimpered softly and stared down at his piggish front legs. It wasn't fair!
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Vincent was left along for the entire day, avoiding the rest of the pigs as much as he could and huddling inside of the shelter that they used to make sure they didn't get sun burnt during the hotter months. He was given ample time to consider his station as he watched the wallowing creatures settle down on the firmer ground as well as in the muddy muck for the day. Their large ears flicked and they didn't seem to care about him in the least little bit. They only peered at him a few times when they came near the shelter. They didn't even act like he was the human they knew. They didn't give way to him and one of the big boars even shoved him away from his corner to take it over. He was left on some old hay and miserably closed his eyes as he tried to count on someone realizing that he was missing. Somehow his grandmother had made this happen.
I didn't do anything THAT wrong, I mean.. it wasn't like I was doing anything to my Mom.. He thought angrily as the day wore on and the sun started to sink down towards the horizon. It's not fair...
It was made worse by the fact he was left entirely naked in the middle of the sty. He couldn't even piece together what was left of his pants to cover himself up. His ass was entirely bare with his plump rump cheeks and it's curly tail wagging back and forth as it tried to cover him. His cock and balls hung down in plain view no matter how hard he tried to keep them covered. Several times his father came into the barn, and his brothers, and each time he'd flushed with humiliation as saw them glance over the pigs, and himself, and he tried to lay down to hide his nudity. Not that it helped. Laying down meant his cock was scraped and rubbed against the rough hay. Just another humiliation added to his problems.
When night came and the lights were turned on at the main house he peered miserably at them. He could see people through the windows moving around the kitchen, but that only made him aware of the fact that his stomach was achingly empty. He hadn't eaten since this morning, and even then he'd only picked up an apple since he'd been worried about his weight. He cast about the shelter and there was nothing to eat. The pigs rarely left anything about edible after their meal. He could go out to the food trough, but he didn't want to end up snuffling around with the pigs. And he certainly didn't want to eat whatever had been left behind. The thought was repulsive. He'd just have to suffer through an empty belly.
He'd come to that realization just as the door to the house opened up and he saw someone was coming down from the house. He perked up a little at the sight of his bent grandmother and felt a moment of relief. She was coming to get him. She must have finally realized he'd suffered enough in the pen all day and would take him back up to the house. He pushed up onto his hooves and forced himself to walk out of the little shelter. The rest of the hogs perked up as well and a few started to wander towards the gate. They were probably anticipating feeding time, but his grandmother didn't feed the pigs. They couldn't know she was coming down to change him back into a human. He pushed past them as they jostled his nude body, and realized that there were two people approaching the gate. His grandmother and his younger brother.
"Get back you!" Tommy gripped the fence and dropped the bucket down. "They're probably starving. I can't believe Vincent bolted."
"I didn't know, Tommy, I really am sorry." His grandmother leaned forward over the edge of the fence. "When he said he wanted to go off for the weekend I thought he was free of chores. I must be getting old."
"Aww not your gramma, he just didn't do anything he was supposed to do." Tommy pulled the fence open and shoved a foot against the hogs.
Vincent let out a squeal as a foot pushed against his shoulder and he was forced backwards. His grandmother was telling people he'd left? Then she wasn't here for him to go home. Tommy walked through the assembled hogs without any problems. The bucket was swinging over them as the pigs started to crowd towards the feeding bins. He was pushed along with them, pushing through the muck and wincing as he felt his cock swinging back and forth beneath his belly. He splayed his legs wide to keep his cock tip from slapping against them. At least it was mostly dark, they probably couldn't see his naked ass too much. He held back from the rest and lowered his head a little bit as he heard the slop filling the trough.
The pigs behaved as they always did. They pushed and bullied at each other as they dove into the food offered. They gulped it up rapidly and snorted their pleasure at their meal. Vincent's stomach cramped slightly and he stared at the filthy pigs and the unappetizing food and just stepped back away from them with a sigh. Damnit.
"Tommy, this one doesn't look like he's getting any. Poor fellow." He jerked a bit as his grandmother spoke up and looked back at her.
"Oh, poor guy.." Tommy looked over at him and leaned over the trough. "Damn, big fella isn't he? Did Dad pick up a new boar?"
"No, I think he's been about for a while. You know, him and that brown fellow are the main breeders. He must have been brought in here in the hopes that he'll find a lady." His grandmother grinned a little bit as he glared over at her.
"Here ya go, old son." Tommy dropped the bucket down in front of him and he wrinkled his nose as he looked at the leafy carrot tops and soggy bread. Ugh! "Guess I do, I don't really work with the pigs."
"Yes yes, you were breeding the cows. Vincent always worked better with the pigs. How is that coming along-"
They started to talk above his head as he stared down at the unappetizing food. His curly tail twitched a little bit as Tommy remained standing in front of him to make sure that the others didn't disturb him. He peered backwards to see his grandmother looking at him as she and his brother talked with each other. The look was enough. He was supposed to eat. He didn't want to. It's the last thing he wanted to do. In fact, he wanted to storm away in disgust, but if he did... He was supposed to behave, or at least take his punishment as a man. With a whimper his stomach took that moment to rumble in protest to him and he stepped towards the bucket.
He didn't have hands, he couldn't pick out anything to hold and eat, instead he was reduced to lowering his head. The food was cold and mixed all together with the thick grain pellets, the mashed tomatoes had leaked into things right along with some bruised peaches. He swallowed and forced himself to take a bite of the mixture. It was disgusting, just as disgusting as he thought it would be. The taste was foul, but his stomach was so empty. His cheeks burned hotly as he swallowed and scooped up another mouthful with as much dignity as he could manage. It was humiliating and it was horrible tasting, but once he started to eat he couldn't help himself. He was so hungry. The collar pulsed around his neck and tightened slightly as he lowered his head again.
His dignity faded away as he started to gulped up food as fast as he could manage. It was nasty, but it didn't matter. He grunted softly to himself as he pushed his lips down further while he chewed another mouthful and then gulped down a few bruised grapes. The pellets weren't soggy, they were hard and he crunched them up even as he struggled to stop himself. His burning cheeks pulsed with his heart beat as he let out a soft whimper and then sob. He didn't want to do this, he didn't want to behave like a pig! Before he could stop himself, a wet humiliated tear rolled down his cheek and then another. He could hear his soft grunts as he ate, just another pig in the sty.
"Come along, Tommy. Vincent won't be back tomorrow I'm afraid." His grandmother gave a slow smile, "I think he keeps his books up at the house. He'll probably have written down what he planned on doing in the log book your father keeps."
"Yeah, I'll look it over. He's so taking my week doing stalls next week." Tommy growls as he left the pen and locked the gate behind him.
Vincent stared at their retreating backs as he lifted his head out of the bucket and tried to shake the crumbs of food off of his maw. He hadn't written anything down...
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The next day he was woken up bright and early by Tommy cursing and working inside the barn to muck out and clean the stalls. Normally Tommy was just fine doing the work. After all, it was just another part of farm life, but he was certainly in a mood that the grunt work had fallen on him because his brother had supposedly taken off. Vincent stumbled out of the shelter and winced at the mud that had gotten caked along one side of his nude body. He dropped his head a little bit in humiliation and waddled towards one of the less crowded areas of the pen while he listened to his brother finishing up his chores. It was late morning when his grandmother came down with a familiar book tucked under her arm.
Their father had a long standing rule that anything to do with the animals was logged in a family book. They all oversaw various parts of farm life from the cows to the horses to the goats to the pigs and his father wanted to know it all. That way, even though he was the one that maintained the pig herd, the rest of the family knew when a sow was due or when there was an issue with one of them or if they needed to move out one of the girls when they were coming into heat. He and his brothers were hard wired to keep notations in there, but there hadn't been anything of note except for moving a sow into a stall in the barn since she went into season. She went into the barn, and started talking, but he couldn't really hear what was being said. At least not until they came out.
"I hope I can leave it up to you?" His grandmother glanced over at Vincent and he flushed hotly. He no longer had the dark night to hide the fact he was nude. "Your father could handle it if you-"
"Nah, I got it. Black and white boar, I'll take care of it." Tommy gave a grin to their grandmother. "You aren't normally this into the farm work, Gramma."
"Yeah, well, I'm feeling a bit guilty that you're having to do so much work." The old woman patted his arm. "Good luck, let me know if you need anything. I hope not, he looks like a fine boar, doesn't he?"
Vincent took a step back at the piercing gaze and tried to hide behind the rest of the herd. His grandmother didn't make a move to pursue him, instead she patted Tommy again and turned back up to the house carrying the book with him. What on earth had she put in there? His brother didn't give him any hints, instead he went and walked into the barn again to continue where he'd left off. And that left Vincent staring at their grandmother's retreating back. She glanced back once with a grin on her face and made a small gesture with her fingers while he stared at her. The collar clamped down hard around his neck and pulsed with a rush of heat.
He let out a grunting noise and he stumbled backwards. His hooves squelched in the mud as the heat rolled down the line of his spine and trailed all the way to his inside thighs. The tingling sparks made the muscles started to twitch slightly as he twisted around awkwardly on his changed legs. He twisted his head downwards and tried to stare beneath his body. It was awkward and he had to lift one of his forelegs to do it, but he managed to peer down along the line of his naked chest to where his flaccid cock was hanging down. He managed it just in time to watch as his orbs started to swell and grow heavier and heavier. The weight made him jerk and he squealed out as they ballooned out in a way that was positively obscene!
Normally his balls were quite a bit smaller then his closed fist, but they soon reached the size of peaches, and just continued to grow. They hung down so heavily that the skin was drawn taut and strained to hold the growing testicles. They were unnatural looking! It was nothing that should have ever appear on a human. He shifted his legs and they bumped against his inner thighs as they jutted out even behind them. PIG testicles. They weren't human! Even as he came to that realization, his cock started to pull upwards towards his body. He squealed out, the porcine sound erupted past his lips before he could stop it!
His cock tip started to grow slender as the skin rolled up around the base as a heavy sheath. It flowed forward as his cock started to lengthen and change as it went. The cock tip grew narrower and suddenly he felt a pressure growing. The tip twisted and curled about, once, twice, three times and more. It corkscrewed and changed his cock shape entirely. It was all twisting and coiling about as it was drawn up into the sheath. The humanity lost as the hefty pouch hung beneath him in mockery of what he used to possess. He squealed out roughly a final time and tears rolled down his cheeks. He was human damnit! He was human!
"Move on, spot, let's get going.." Tommy's voice roused him to the fact Vincent had been so horrified by what was going on, that he'd missed the gate being opened.
A sharp push hit his shoulder and the crack of electricity shocked him forward as the prod jabbed at him roughly. He stumbled away from it only to feel it hit right against his haunches with a sharp crack that had him trotting forward and right out of the open gate. He twisted around and glared at his brother who looked impatient as he stepped through the gate and closed it behind him before locking it with a clatter. Vincent stumbled forward and his hooves clattered against the stone while his curly tail twitched back and forth along his haunches. He grunted back slightly, but wasn't given any chance to get away before the electric prod hit him again. This time it was more forceful and he could almost feel it burning his hide as he was pushed into the barn.
It was awkward going, not only because he was being shocked whenever he slowed or tried to make a turn, but because of the size and shape of his massive orbs. They swayed between his legs and brushed either side of his thighs. He had to walk a bit splay legged to keep them from juggling about as he was forced past the horse stalls and towards one of the large loose boxes that they kept near the back. Even his cock was hard to move about as it swayed back and forth beneath his belly so it tugged against the skin along his belly. He wasn't even really concentrating too hard on what was going on, at least not at first. Not until he stepped past his mare's stall where she was kept safely away from the stallions. He twitched his nose a little bit and then realized just WHERE he was being led.
No... no... Grandma wouldn't do this... She wouldn't! She can't!!! He thought furiously only to have the prod hit him again.
"Jesus, you'd think you'd behave better since you're getting some." Tommy muttered and flung open the stall door he was dreading.
It was the scent that hit him first as he was nudged and shoved into the broad stall. It was the scent that made his nostrils flare and he jerked his head backwards to stare up at Tommy wild eyed. His brother couldn't do this! He couldn't just leave him here! He tried to protest with squeals, but the door shut and he turned his head towards the denizen he had placed in the stall two days ago. A big spotted sow that had gone into heat and he'd wanted her separated from the rest of the herd and the boars they had. The males would near kill each other if a female in heat was left alone with them. And now he was panting in short shallow breaths as the hot scent of estrus flooded his nose. Sharp and poignant where he'd never been able to scent it before.
The pig stared at him and flicked her ears lightly back and forth before her stub nose gave a few snorting snuffs in the air. Her tail twitched back and forth while he tried to ignore the scents that assaulted him. The heavy sway of his sheath started to react, even if he didn't want to. It was a scent that some part of his mind understood and knew. His breath came in short pants as he backed away until he was pushed right up against the stall door. His heavy balls were smooshed back against them as he felt his body flushing a bit, especially along his loins. The cork screwed tip started to push outwards from his sheath, gleaming as he twisted around and nudged against the door roughly. He needed to get out of here before he did something he'd regret!
The sow seemed to get over her confusion at seeing the boar enter the stall. Her ears were perked up as she stepped forward while he was turned around and pushed roughly against the curve of his haunch. He swung around and she snorted a bit and snuffled at him messily. No no no, he wasn't going to do this, he so wasn't going to do this. The straw scuffled up around his hooves as she leaned in against him and his nose was practically shoved right up against her side. The scents hit him, hard and hot so that his stomach tightened slightly with a need he'd never experienced before. It was almost like what he felt when he looked at his mother, but a hundred times stronger. His breath came in short pants as a few more inches of his twisted cock pushed outwards and dribbled out a viscous spill of precum.
He wanted to smell more. Vincent needed to smell more. He wanted to suck up that scent and draw it into his lungs. He trembled slightly and he let out a soft noise in his throat, a near groan. He needed to smell more. I..it couldn't hurt to take a closer scent of her. His loins, his balls were aching as the big sow shifted against him and bumped roughly along his side so that she was almost grinding up against him. His breath panted softly as he shifted and stepped forward with his human nose twitching. God that scent. He took another step, and another, his body shaking a little as he snuffled right against her haunches. Another coiled inch of his cock slipped out and dribbled precum against the ground as he swung his body around to snuffle at the base of her tail.
Her folds were swollen with her heat, standing out plainly beneath her tail while he drew in breath after rough breath. His eyes widened a little bit as he saw a gleaming edge forming along them while the sow flicked her tail up for him. God, it was a fucking pig. He wasn't going to do this. He wasn't, he couldn't. He stumbled backwards a little bit, one foot and then the other, nearly pushing back against the wall to get away from her. The pig didn't give him a chance to escape her, she stepped right back against him with that hot fertile scent flooding his lungs as her wet folds pushed right up against his nose while he let out a series of short hard grunts at the scent.
"God, I wonder if they even make gay pigs." Tommy's voice was disgusted and it nearly unfroze Vincent. His brother was watching this?!
It might have helped calm him down, but gods that scent. He wanted it, he needed it. His balls were nearly aching with need. With a groan he pushed his head up and tried to shift his body against the ground. His hooves clattered and as she took another step up he let her push right against his chest and then beneath him. His hooves scrabbled against her sides as his cock started to push outwards a bit more and he was pushing all the way up along the line of her heavy back. Tears welled up in his eyes as he couldn't stop himself from doing this. His body was flushed with desire, his heart pounding against his chest as he pranced on his hind legs and swung his hips forward a little bit so that his coiled cock tip pushed outwards and probed right between the sow's thighs.
Vincent squeezed his eyes shut and started to choke out a sob as he wanted this so badly, even as it was humiliating him to the point that he could barely think. He shifted his hips, he'd seen this done a hundred times and now under the gaze of his brother he moved his pointed cock tip downwards. It dribbled a trail of wet precum along the edges of the estrus swollen folds and probed along the edges of them messily. The sow's own wetness coated against him as he jerked forward in the instinctive drive to claim her. His hind legs shoved him forward, but his cock suddenly pushed upwards and rubbed messily along the porcine haunches before he shifted backwards with a groan. He couldn't believe how badly he needed this, he felt as if he would burst unless he got some relief.
He pulled back and jabbed forward again, his twisted cock shifting forward roughly as he jabbed at the folds over and over again. His desperation grew as he tried to find the mark. His breath came in short puffs and grunts as his pointed cock jabbed and shoved roughly right against the estrus swollen mound and suddenly slipped between the heated cheeks. He let out a squealing cry as he lunged forward and his spiraled cock suddenly drove into the passage. The outer lips spread open wider and wider as he let out a groaning cry at the feverish satiny heat that wrapped around his spiraled girth. The walls clamped down tightly as his precum dribbled into the passage and oozed inwards to help ease him inwards. The sow grunted and pushed back against him as he rolled his hips a bit more firmly to sink another inch into straining passage.
"Tommy, I brought you down a snack since Vincent left you in a lurch." His mother's voice hit his ears as he tugged his hips back against the clenching muscles and then launched forward again with a squeal.
"In here, Mom, just watching two of the pigs go at it. Don't want the boar to savage the sow." Tommy called back.
Vincent lifted his head a little bit as he saw his mother coming to the front of the stall door and glanced into the stall curiously as he plunged inwards and then pulled back slowly. The dribble of wetness coated along his cock and drooled outwards around him messily. He couldn't stop himself, not once he was pushed inside of her. He could no more stop then he could change back into being completely human. He was too far gone, the need overran everything as he gave another thrust and yanked the sow back against him. He could almost feel his mother and brother watching him, and the thought of his mother. His lovely, beautiful mother, only flared the lust further so his next thrust strained her passage open and jammed his cock tip right up against her cervix.
The sow let out a squeal and wriggled under him, but he pushed his tip up hard with the instinctive need to get deeper. His massive balls swayed beneath his legs heavily as he pulled back against her haunches and tried to impale her further despite her struggles. His breath came in hot rough pants while he squeezed his eyes shut and stifled a groan deep in his throat. He rolled his hips and pushed back in with a wet squelch as obscene amounts of precum drooled out of his tip and coated along her inner passages. The milking walls pulsed around him, so incredibly hot, so gripping when he plunged forward and pushed himself up against her cervix.
"Jesus, it's not like the bulls.." Tommy laughed a little, high pitched and nervous. "I bet the old fellow hasn't had any in a while for him to act like that."
"He certainly does have her pinned." His mother wasn't leaving, god they were just watching him fuck an animal! They didn't even know it.
His eyes teared up as he drove in sharper thrusts that pushed his slender spiraled tip up against the cervix. The sow's estrus had opened it, just enough that each push wedged his tip inwards as his cock naturally began to curl inside of her. He rested his human head against her shoulders as his short groans turned in porcine grunts and snorts as he wedged his cock inwards. His balls pulled up tight between his legs with almost painful pressure, but he could cum. He couldn't, gods he wanted too, but he couldn't. He only knew one need, and that was he needed to tie with the sow and make sure that no other boar could claim her.
He rolled his hips forward again, this time hard enough that his tapered tip started to push and curl inside of her passage. He could feel the walls contracting around him as he huffed and snorted hotly against her neck. Her cervix formed a perfect spiral for his cork screwed tip. It locked around him as inch by inch he wedged inwards and his heavy sheath shoved right up against her outer lips so the wetness was oozing down over his bare skin. He panted out shallowly before giving a final short lunge and his tail jerked behind him. The walls suddenly clamped down so incredibly tight that he squealed out. It was almost painful! He tried pulling back to thrust again, but his tip was screwed in tight in her cervix as it started to pulse and the veins along it stood up.
The massive balls drew up and pulsed between his legs as his cock jerked within the slippery hot passage. He shuddered as the first rush of pleasure washed over him and another tear rolled down his cheek in utter humiliation as a hot burst of porcine semen erupted from his cock tip. It plunged through the heat ridden sow's cervix in watery dribbles that splashed ever deeper into her body. He shuddered and gave a few more rolling thrusts, not that he could pull out of her even if he wanted to. It only served to milk the pulsing semen out of his cock as it sprayed inside of her. His hooves scraped against her side as he trembled and realized that his sperm was flooding her body. It was being forced ever deeper into her vulnerable womb, and he couldn't do anything to stop it. He was breeding the animal. Impregnating her.
"Jesus, ain't he done yet." Tommy whistled a bit as the sow moved forward and the steps tugged at Vincent's sensitive cock so he was forced to awkwardly follow behind on his hind legs. He squealed in protest and she finally stopped as another hot spill filled her.
God I wish I could get off... He thought to himself and his cheeks burned in humiliated despair as his balls kept expelling more of his virile seed.
"You should hang out with your brother more. They're a bit like dogs. His tip locks in her cervix, it'll be an half hour or so. Maybe longer." His mother pushed away from the door. "I mean, look at how big his testicles are, it'll take a while to even come close to draining them."
"Well, learn something new every day." Tommy laughed softly and shook his head a little bit.
Vincent tried to block out the voices as they continued to talk about him and watch. They just watched him as if he was some sort of show that was supposed to be enjoyed. His cock continued to pulse and spill out watery dribbles of seed through the gripping cervix. He couldn't seem to stop himself, though the rush of his orgasm had slowly passed. He let out a shuddering breath and just tried to keep his stance above the sow. He was humiliated and ashamed of himself, how could he give in like this? How could he act like a dumb beast and fuck another animal. It was disgusting! It was horrifying and it made his stomach turn as he tried his best to ignore the comments above his head.
He couldn't even pull out. That was the worst part. He was red faced and over the first rush of need, but he was forced to walk above the sow as she cast about and found the water trough to suck great lungfuls of water down. He did his best to tug backwards, but when he did she squealed and he felt a sharp pain as he tried to dislodge himself. Instead, he was forced to remain in his position as the watery seed spilled into the passage and slowly started to thicken up. The pulses became slower and fewer as thick, near glue like, gel oozed out into her cervix and spilled inwards. He squeezed his eyes shut as his balls worked to build up a thick gel plug that would seal all of his rich sperm inside of her. He knew what was happening, but it didn't make it any less horrifying.
In the end, a thick cream colored gel plug locked her filled with nearly a cup of his seed and he pulled backwards. His softening tip yanked backwards and withdrew slowly and messily from the passage. He slid off her back so all four of his hooves hit the ground and his cock finally pulled free with a messy wet noise. He scrambled away from her and trembled as it pulled back up into his sheath. He was left staring at her glistening haunches where his precum and her arousal had been forced out by the thickness of his girth. He drew in a trembling breath and tucked his head down. Oh gods, how could he have done that! How could he have acted like some filthy beast.
"C'mon, spot. Your done with your girlfriend." Tommy's voice was filled with laughter as the electric prod jabbed right against his haunch and made him squeal out.
He didn't even fight it as he left the stall and passed by his mother with his head hanging low. He couldn't look at her, not knowing that she'd watched him breeding one of their animals like that. Not knowing that her presence had only spurred him on rather than acted as any sort of deterrent against doing what had come oh so naturally. He was almost relieved to go into the pig pen and huddle in the shed. Almost a relief, that is, if it hadn't been for the scent of sow that was still lingering on him and made him wrinkle his nose up in disgust. He knew what he'd done.
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It was dark. The crickets were chirping and the house was dark. It had been dark for hours. Vincent had eaten his slop without any enthusiasm. The last of his pride seemed scrubbed away as he was forced to jostle and push against the other pigs just for a fair share of the filthy mixture that was dumped into the trough for them to gobble up. It was cold enough that the herd was sheltered inside of the little lean to leaving him to either pile in with the rest of them, and the uncomfortable snuffles of the other boars, or go and sleep in the thick muck that made up the worst of the pen. He ended up wallowed in it and trying his best to sleep when he was woken up by the soft laughter of his grandmother.
"My oh my, I didn't expect you to enjoy your punishment quite so much." Her voice drawled out of the darkness like some horrible curse.
Vincent lifted his head and glared at her while heaving himself up to all fours. The mud clung to his side messily, even on his newly enlarged balls. He flushed hotly and tried his best to look as if he were repentant.
"You know, your great-uncle was just like you." The old woman peered down at him and frowned. "That's who you remind me of. You even look like him a little bit, you know that?"
Vincent snorted and looked away before letting out a short sharp grunt. He didn't want to hear a story, he wanted to be changed back. His grandmother didn't seem to hear him, instead she was staring out past the pen and continued to talk.
"He was the same way. He looked at me and my sister while we were growing up, he'd even stared at my mother the same way." Her voice went a bit soft and she snorted. "My grandmother wouldn't hear anything against him. She wouldn't believe that he could ever do anything wrong. Instead, so when she was watching us, he'd always come and visit. And there was always some excuse to do something like swimming or going to the creek or somehow we got our clothes muddy."
Vincent glared a little and then twitched a bit as he realized she wasn't really paying attention to him at all. She was somewhere else entirely. Somewhen else.
"Then one day, he got me alone. I didn't know what to do, hell I was only a little girl, I didn't know I could say no. " Her voice hardened. "And he continued his little game for years with us, years until he was caught. Only then did my mother tell us and try to sympathize. He had done the same to her. She'd tried to protect us, but her mother wouldn't believe her and what she said. Oh no, not Uncle Robse, he was perfect."
Vincent swallowed and his glare faded as he realized exactly what his grandmother must have been thinking finding him spying on his mother like she had. He backed up a little bit and she moved her angry gaze down at him. He backed up a bit more and tried to move into the shadows to escape the rage on her face.
"And so, you are just like your Uncle. I wonder, how long before you tried to rape your mother. Or would you simply wait for one of your brothers to have little girls? When would it stop? Your disgusting and unnatural desires have to be stopped." The old woman leaned over the gate. "And they will be stopped, one way or another."
Vincent scrambled backwards until he was nearly half way across the pen, but the old woman lifted up one of her hands and gave a little flexing of her fingers. The collar suddenly clamped down around his neck and made him gag out as it cut off his airflow and he stopped his attempts to run away. Instead she crooked her finger and he stumbled forward. He moved slowly, so slowly, his legs trembled with the need to run away from the anger in her voice, her eyes, her bearing. Nothing good could come of this! He was forced to walk all the way back to the fence as she leaned over it with a grace that belied her age. She strained forward and touched the tip of his nose with one finger.
"I think you will learn the lesson about feeling helpless at the hands of something you hate as thoroughly as I wished my Uncle had learned it." Vincent swallowed as the finger pressed firmly against his nose tip and suddenly heat hit him.
With a squeal the former boy scrambled backwards and shook his head back and forth to try and clear the cobwebs. His body tensed around him as he stared at the look on his grandmother's face. It chilled him down to the bone as her expression hardened into one of vindictive joy that was out of character for the gentle woman he had always known. He tried to open his lips to promise he would never be like the great uncle he had never met, but a groan was the only thing that spilled out. He sagged backwards and felt a rush of heat rolling down along his chest. He blinked his eyes a few times and tilted his head down in time to see that his body was changing again. And this time, it was a change that went against every single thing that he was.
The shadows and darkness didn't hide what was going on. The light on top of the barn showed perfectly that his bare nipples were starting to thicken and swell outwards. They grew harder and thicker as he let out a squeal. Another set started to form just below them, pushing outwards as he felt slight sparks and tingles where they became more sensitive. And another below it, followed by another set. They thickened and hung downwards. They felt so swollen and hot, he was breathing in short soft puffs of air while his nostrils flared open wide. His legs trembled and he felt the slight swell of flesh around the nipples forming so that they looked puffy and couldn't be missed. Like a show that had been bred several times over.
"I think... you understand the true nature of your punishment now." His grandmother's voice was cold and hard as she stepped away from the fence.
Vincent didn't have time to do anything but cry out as he watched the sheath he had so hated and despise start to fade away. The thing that he had railed against and felt nothing but shame, suddenly was something he desperately tried to stop from disappearing. His balls shrank and pulled up between his legs. A sow, she was going to turn him into a sow!
_Oh god.. please no.. _