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Chapter 1

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Over the day's first sip of java, Jenn looked out over the peaceful countryside from her porch. The dawn threw the shadow of the nearby barn and grain silo over the farmhouse to spill across an empty field. At the far side, the edge of a lush forest surrounding the property.

Before starting work, Jenn liked to dip her head in the woods. Buttoning her jacket against the chilly morning, she crossed the dirt road fronting her house to cross the north field. It didn't contain any crops but she always turned the spigot on for the sake of the wildflowers peppering the grassy square.

The spigot was leaky, keeping the ground under it constantly soggy. Today the muddy patch hosted a cluster of plant growth which must have sprouted overnight. Long thin tendrils similar to bean sprouts but for the fact they ended in tiny, bright green mushroom caps.

Touching the valve revealed a powdery residue, staining her fingers with faint green. She rubbed it off on her jeans figuring it was spores or something, thus the sudden mushrooms.

A dirt trail led up a small incline and into the woods, overhung by a pair of twisted branches locked in a centuries long arm wrestling contest. The trail was straightforward, leading on through the woods for another field's length or so before it ended at the grassy bank of a pond. Clear water was splotched with sunlight where it slipped through the trees.

On the way back, a trail of dust could be seen rising from the dirt road. A trailer packed with gourds and melons bobbed along behind a new but very dusty truck. Jenn waved and the driver slowed to a halt. Strolling up to the window, she bid her closest neighbor good morning.

Racheal looked like her day had started well in advance of Jenns, overalls having collected plenty of dirt already. Her red hair was tied back in a headscarf and her gloves had obviously done some digging. This combined with the empty passenger seat didn't bode well. Her husband was growing distant from their farming endeavors. He spent more and more time farming legendary items these days.

Jenn wasn't going to bring it up but Racheal had some venting to do once their usual morning small talk had passed.

"So yeah, I'm going to the market alone today," Racheal said with a slap of the steering wheel, "Kyle was too busy to come help. He's trying to get the Helm of Blackstone. Jackass bullshit,"

Sympathetic words were offered before Racheal pulled away. Business as usual in the countryside. For the rest of this particular day anyway.

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The next morning Jenn was up at the usual early hour bound for the woods. It had been cloudy yesterday so she wasn't surprised that the green mushrooms had not dried out yet. But as soon as she stepped through the arch at the head of the trail, she halted.

The green mushroom phenomenon had spread, quite widely at that. The fungus was now growing throughout the woods. Maybe they had been there for a while? Those tiny green tendrils under the spigot- those would be easy to miss among the tangle of forest growth.

Now, they had become visibly thicker and sturdier. Maybe a little more so than normal mushrooms. Clusters were growing dense in the shady areas, under leaves or underbrush and tightly packed rings around every tree.

Outside of shade or mud they seemed smaller and more sparse but still had managed to spread right up to the edge of the trail. And the bank of the pond where Jenn ended her hike. A thin ring of moss was creeping out over the water as well.

"I might have to call somebody about this.."

Jenn said it to herself but somebody felt compelled to answer anyway. It was a single, pig-like grunt from the trail just behind her.

She turned around and found a pig standing there. Or a kind of pig- the face was about the only thing it had in common. It stood on two legs, about knee height. Its skin was dark green and long, droopy ears fell from its head. Keeping with porcine fashion, its body was fat and round overall. Short, thick legs supported a round pot belly.

It would have been easier for the creature to roll away. But it only grunted again and trundled off into the fungus.

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Jenn called animal control first. They claimed it was above their heads. But after a brief runaround they yielded a number to some bio-sciences institute.

"This is Professor Mills, how can I help you?"

Now that she had actually gotten ahold of somebody, Jenn didn't even know where to begin. The sheer craziness of what she had to report dawned on her and she froze for a few seconds. Looking out the kitchen's window, she could see a set of fat green cheeks with a corkscrew tail jiggling as the creature rooted through the grass just beyond the dirt road.

"So, this is going to sound insane but...I've got small green two-legged pigs running around my farm,"

"I completely believe you,"

That was somehow harder to process than what was going on outside. Jenn was tongue tied.

"Yes. The creatures you describe are called P'orcs. A new type of fungus that we discovered in a cave down in South America. We brought some specimens back and settled them in the wilderness to study. It was all over the news not too long ago,"

Well truthfully, a new type of fungus wasn't a topic that would have captured Jenn's attention. Nor would she believe it was capable of walking around and grunting.

"A new type of fungus," Jenn repeated slowly, "One that walks around and grunts? And you just dumped them out here?"

"No, no," Mills countered defensively, "It's just that they spread rather quickly. They terraform the environment which, lucky for us, isn't hazardous to Humans or even plants. If anything they enrich the soil further,"

Jenn frowned, feeling as if she had knocked back a bottle of crazy pills.

"I really, really hope you're right about all this. Because it looks like they're spreading over the entire countryside,"

"It'll take some getting used to for sure. But it'll benefit both sides in the end. A greener world is what we'll have before long,"

Chapter 2

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By the end of the week, fungus packed the forest's floor on a lush carpet of blue-green moss. The trail had become merely an indent that her boots had flattened down in passing.

It wasn't just growing larger in area- it had developed a variety of shapes and sizes too. Fields of mottled green caps grew, peppered with shorter but broader puffballs. Tall and skinny stalks supporting cone-shaped caps. Meanwhile from the tree trunks sprouted shelf caps in multiple tiers running up the wood, hazy green dust lingering around the gills. Moss and curling tendrils bulged from fallen logs, cracks in old tree stumps.

Here and there, Jenn spotted mushrooms that towered over the others at nearly two feet tall. These were slimy and their caps mottled with black and fern-green. The soil beneath these "frog-caps" as she called them, was becoming increasingly moist and dark. Mushrooms spilled out into the north field and she had even found one tiny, grass blade sized specimen only steps past the road.

She stood over the pond with hands in pockets. Moss now completely covered the water. One of the P'orcs wandered out of the fungus and decided to perch on a tree stump next to the path.

Jenn smelled it's musky aura before she spotted it. Her eyes narrowed in an annoyed expression but then widened as she took in the details of the creature.

Dangling under the protruding stomach, was a set of enormous green balls. One dipped just below the other, swollen to the size of grapefruits, heavily sagging the wrinkly sack in which they were contained. This was overhung by an equally fat cock, the head arching down on a nearly eight inch shaft that started green and became a lime tone toward the tip.

Jenn couldn't take her eyes off it out of sheer disbelief, finally blinking when the member started to twitch and rise. She realized the creature was staring right back at her the entire time.

Blushing a bit, she tugged her jacket closed and turned her back on the nasty hog.

"Don't you dare think I was interested in that," She muttered as she briskly walked off.

She had seen way more than enough. But she had a sinking feeling that there was a lot more to see in the days ahead.

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The P'orc grunted as it looked up at the barn door and the board set across it in brackets. The creature reached up, stretched itself as much as it could. It only succeeded in nudging the board.

"Hey!"

Turning, the P'orc found a Human man gripping an old double-barrel shotgun. He scratched his scruffy beard, not long before he figured out what was going on here.

With a boom, the P'orc blew apart just as expected when a soggy green mushroom was hit with a shotgun blast. Another standing on top of a hay bale was given the other barrel and met a similar end.

Hank squished the gooey green chunk with his boot as the screen door of the farmhouse clapped closed. A petite lady of chestnut brown hair appeared with concern on her face.

"Those damn pests were trying to get into the barn," He said with a nod toward the door.

"I thought you called somebody about those things," Maria said, looking with disgust down at one of the chunks.

Hank was busy reloading, "I did. Those people don't know their ass from a pothole. Check on the hogs. I'm gonna go nip this in the bud and teach these critters a lesson in manners,"

"I still think you ought to try fungicide," Maria remarked.

"I was going to. They said it was a war crime or some hippie shit like that,"

Hank adjusted his ballcap and marched off toward the forest.

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The woods had essentially become a fungal swamp at this point. The common fungus reached up to knee height while the dark green and black streaked ones stood over Hank's head now.

The bushes shook as the pigs retreated deeper in. He didn't get a clear shot until one of them emerged. It parked its belly right in front of him, gut painted with tribal symbols in black mud.

As it shook a spear at him, he grimaced and raised the shotgun in preparation to give it both barrels. The distraction worked. P'orcs in the fungus behind him took aim with blowguns, their darts aimed at the puffballs growing very near to his head on the trees.

With soft "poofs" the air was filled with a dust that caused the man to sneeze, then choke. And finally he came down like a felled tree with the thunder-stick slipping from his grasp.

Something gurgled, sloshed as it was hauled along in a clay pot. Excited grunting and then the splashing of dark slop tinted with green. It oozed over the Human until he was a mere hill in the mud.

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As Jenn went to cross the road the next morning, she found that the P'orcs had discovered natural earth pigs.

With a spear strapped to its back, one of them passed down the road mounted on a rather skinny hog, embellished with tribal markings splattered over it with mud. The mount wore a crude leather muzzle and harness, but there was something odd about its face that Jenn couldn't quite place. The P'orc riding on the cursed creature's back grunted at Jenn in greeting as it passed and then they were off down the road. The mount had been gelded, but it didn't have a tail either.

Instead of her usual hike, Jenn would have to go let Maria and Hank know one of their hogs was loose.

They didn't seem to be home but the barn door stood ajar. And of course, a few P'orcs rushed out of it even as she watched. Jenn stepped into the barn to see how much havoc the damned things had wrought.

Most of their pigs were still present, luckily. They crowded into their muddy stall at the end of the barn. Food had been provided, recently enough that they were still greedily devouring the potatoes, carrots and other pig cuisine filling their troughs.

Among the crowd of wallowing pigs, there was one rear end that was a little too pale and shapely. It was squeezed tightly between two hogs, a skinny hourglass from hips to shoulders spattered with mud, slop and hog diarrhea. Her hair had been shaved bald. Her butt wasn't big enough to hide her puckering anus and pussy, on display at all times and serving to keep the boars constantly horny.

Further, arms and legs had shortened and morphed into a quadrupedal stance by mutagenic slop. Forcing her to stay well under the haze of constant farting hog asses and humid nutsacks.

Her small breasts had swollen with milk into soft saggy cones ending in long nipples, dripping with the promise of a meal. This was taken up by a normal piglet on one side and a thirsty P'orc on the other, both tugging and kneading greedily on the milk bags as they drank their fill.

Just before Jenn's eyes fell on the face of the unfortunate woman, a couple of massive hogs saw that she was capable of nursing offspring. They became overcome with lust and mounted her from either end. She was obscured just in time by sweaty pumping hog balls. By the end of the day the skinny sow would be rather sore but seeded with her first litter of piglets.

Jenn shrugged, leaving the barn and shutting the door behind her as the sound of wet slapping picked up in pace. As she walked back toward her truck, a couple of the P'orcs were standing nearby grunting at each other. Oblivious to the fact they were discussing her.

"Chief Fat Squealer say brown haired Human too skinny and ugly. So we use her to breed mounts. Let goldie hair go,"

The other P'orc grunted in the affirmative, lowering his blowgun. They simply watched the Human drive away in the strange metal cart.