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[WARNING: This is kind of a nasty story, if that's not your thing just skip over it.]

A Real Pig By Theo Winters

Written for an Acom002

Steven let out a grunt as his foot collided with a package that was tucked up against the door to his apartment. The muscular lion scooped it up from the floor, giving it a curious look before he opened the door and walked into his home. His well built body moved under his tight clothing as he drop the parcel onto the couch.

It had been a good day for him. Three hours working out in the gym building up a good sweat on his fur, and he had gotten the number of a tubby stallion he thought could be bulked up nicely while being fun in bed. He had also managed to snag a used jockstrap on his way out of the locker room. The sweat soaked bundle of fabric was tucked away into his back pocket, and had been teasing him for much of the evening.

Now that he was home he reached into his pocket and pulled the dirty cloth free. He held it up to his wide nose, taking in a deep breath of the musky smell of male sweat. He squeezed his fingers against it, letting out a long purr as he felt his erection stir in his tight jeans. It was one of the best smells he knew.

He allowed the smell to wash over him for a few more moments before he finally pulled the jockstrap away from his face. He walked down the hallway and into his own private workout room, smiling when he saw his reflection in the ceiling to floor mirror. With a grin he struck a pose, thrusting a bit towards the image, his pants still straining with his length. He was handsome and he knew it, with thick arms, tight pecks, a perfect six pack and an ass that put everyone else to shame.

The lion shrugged his shirt off, and then followed that with his pants, leaving him only in his own tightly strained jockstrap. Licking his lips he struck another pose and continued to admire himself. The workout room was pretty much where he lived, working out on his machines and trying to become even more muscled, all while filling the room with the incredible smell of his own musk.

Steven hooked his fingers over his jockstrap and slowly pulled it free, his shaft snapping out to bounce in front of him. He then stepped into the one he had stolen from the gym and pulled it up his legs. It was too tight on his muscled legs and could hardly hold his large cock, but it managed to perfectly cup his heavy balls.

He walked out of the room, rubbing his shaft with his paw as he went. He ignored his bedroom, he only used it to sleep and fuck, and instead walked out into his living room. He turned on his television and started up the familiar workout DVD, watching the stick and oiled male bodies as they moved. It was the sort of porn he loved.

The lion dropped down onto the couch, relaxing back and slowly stroking his cock as he watched the well built men work their muscles. It was a sight to behold, so tight and sexy. He just wanted to shove his muzzle into their crotches and pits, smelling that sweet sweat before riding their asses. Maybe he would even get to slip into their soaked clothing afterwards.

Leaning back, he started to work his cock more, his other hand slipping down to rub his heavy nut sack through the dirty jockstrap. He let out a soft moan, his muscular tail flicking up against his ass and hitting the package that had been left at the door.

That gave the lion pause, and he gave the package a short look cuffing to himself when he saw that it had come from Blair, one of his ex-boyfriends. The thin wolf had been a good fuck and had shared his interest in sweaty men. Sadly he had just lacked the willing to keep his workout going often enough to do justice to his body. He complained about not having enough time in the day to spend the necessary three or four hours in the gym, but the lion simply didn't believe it. Then again, Steven had won the lottery when he was twenty, and with twenty million in the bank he hadn't needed to work in a decade.

A smile crossed over his face as he picked up the package, wondering what it could possibly be. It wasn't like he and Blair had parted on good terms. He had declared the wolf a lazy slob and thrown him out of the apartment, giving him a black eye in the process.

The lion pulled the box into his lap and ripped open one end with his claw. Looking inside he saw something rolled up at the bottom of the box, and a slip of paper resting on top of it. A moment later he smelled the familiar musk of a man, very strong and intense. It ran through his body and making his shaft twitch in excitement.

He pulled the paper out and unfolded it. "Something special, just for you," he read. It was written Blair's flowing hand and followed by his signature. He snorted and threw the paper away and upended the box, the contents of it fell heavily into his paw, a balled up mass of white, grey and brown, the smell of sweat emanating from it.

Unrolling the fabric he was surprised to hear them crackle as they moved. They were a pair of cotton briefs about ten times to large for him. They were white, or at least that's what they had started as. It looked like the man who had owned them had warn them for months but had never washed them. The front was a mess of brown and yellow stains, with dried blotch of cum on the inside. The back of the briefs where covered in streaks of shit that had turned the fabric black and brown. There elastic of the waistband was stretched to the limit, sweat stains covering them all over. The sweat had run down the back of the briefs, spreading the streaks of shit out into a massive stain that covered the whole of the back, outline the shape of a hugely fat ass.

With a grunt, Steven threw them off to the side of the couch. "I may like dirty men, but that's downright disgusting," he said. The scent of dried piss and old cum was starting to fill the air and his nose, almost overwhelming. He reached out to try to push the nasty thing even further away, but he was distracted by the workout DVD showing off the tight ass of one of the body builders. With a sigh he leaned back and returned to stroking his cock, the well built men pushing the nasty briefs out of his head.

It only took a few moments before he felt his balls start to tighten, and with a grunt his cum released, blasting up over his chest and his tight abs. Thick swells of seamen splashed down over his fur and sprayed up nearly to his pecks. It was almost a relief to empty his balls, moaning happily as he shoot out three more heavy streams of seed and soaking the fur on his chest.

Panting happily, the big lion relaxed on the couch, not bothering to clean up his mess just yet. Rolling his head to the side he looked down at the dirty underwear. He kicked them off to the side, trying to get them out of his sight. He could easily imagine what sort of person who had been wearing them, some nasty fat ass of a man who did nothing but swim in his own filth. Not the sort of man he would ever want to know or be around.

With that on his mind he let out a contented sigh and closed his eyes, quickly drifting off into a deep sleep.

* * *

The muscular lion woke up with a snort, his eyes fluttering open in the darkness. The video on the screen was flicking through the menu and providing the only illumination in the room. He sat up and stretched out his arm and tail. His limp shaft hung down over the stolen jockstrap and the fur on his chest was covered with dry cum.

He rubbed his nose, the whole room smelling nice and musky. Turning the television off he gave himself a small smile. "Damn, it has been awhile since I came like that," he said with a smirk, purring loudly to himself as he walked into his bathroom.

Looking at himself in the mirror, he pondered taking a shower before bed, but decided not to bother with it. It wouldn't be the first time he had gone to bed feeling kind of dirty.

Nature was calling, so he kicked off the jockstrap and settled down onto the toilet. As he emptied himself out his belly started to grumble. He thought about it for a few moments and realized he hadn't eaten since early that morning. Once he was done he stood back up and flushed the toilet, absentmindedly forgetting to clean himself in the rush to get something to eat.

Once in the kitchen he made himself a thick chicken sandwich and a half gallon of heavy gainer mix. He used the stuff to help improve his build, drinking it down before he went to the gym, but it would do for now.

He slurped the gritty shake down with only a few short gulps, the sandwich following in a dozen quick bites, leaving quite a bit behind on his muzzle and mane. Even after that his belly was still rather needy, so he pulled out a can of beer from the stock that Blair had left behind. He popped open the top and guzzled it down, letting out a huge belch when he was done.

That seemed to have finally satisfied his belly, at least for the moment, so he headed towards his bedroom. His tail swung happily behind him as he walked, the tight definition that had once ran down the length of it had started to fade away, the muscles vanishing under his fur. Slowly the rest of his body began to follow suit, the muscles bleeding away like they had simply never been there.

Steven didn't notice the changes, or even care if he did. Instead he just crawled into his bed and wrapped the blanket tightly around his body. A moment later he let out a nasty smelling fart that clung to the bedding around him. He snorted happily, enjoying the heavy smell as he drifted back into sleep.

* * *

The rumbling of his belly pulled him awake, followed by the feeling of his chest itching a bit. He scratched at his dirty fur as he untangled himself from the bedding, yawing and stretching out as another heavy fart rumbled out of his ass. He laughed in surprise and wondered into the bathroom, debating what he wanted to do for the day and when he would go to the gym. The clock on the wall said it was late in the afternoon, so he wouldn't make his preferred session. He shrugged it off and looked at himself in the mirror.

He let out a surprised gasp when he saw his reflection. His body was different that it had been the night before. His pecks were nearly flat now, and a small paunch was where his six-pack was supposed to have been! Even worse his arms had started to thin out and his legs, once so thick that they rubbed together when he walked, had lost their tone. He looked like he had never worked out a day in his life.

Steven stood there in horror, starring at himself in the mirror. He had no idea what had happened to him or what had happened to his body, but he knew he couldn't go to the gym looking like this! He scratched at the dried cum on his chest, pulling gently at the fur as he tried to decide what to do. It was an argument that his bladder finally won.

Pulling himself away from his reflection, he turned towards the toilet. Holding his penis in his paw, he let out a stream of piss, purring softly as he heard it splash into the water. Closing his eyes he relaxed as the urine drained from him, for a moment forgetting about the strange changes that had come over him. Once he was empty he let go of himself and walked away without flushing, the last few drops of piss falling onto the fur on his legs. He ignored it.

Walking into his workout room, the lion looked at his reflection in the wall mirror. He could hardly believe what had happened to him. How could this have had happened? He poke at his belly a bit, looking at it with disgust, then turning his attention back to the equipment. He knew he should start working out, trying to stick to his routine in hopes that whatever happened would undo itself... but he just lacked the energy to do it.

The lion let out a grunt of annoyance and turned away from the equipment. He stomped his way to the kitchen, not noticing that his tail was starting to grow shorter, and started to dig around as his belly continued to growl. It didn't take him long to settled on cereal and milk, eating it quickly before making a second bowl, and then a third. By the time he felt sated he had gone through the whole bag and a full gallon of milk. It made his gut bulge out even more.

He followed that up with another beer and relaxed back into his chair. His belly felt tight but still happy with all the food it had to digest. His mind was a wash, spinning around his head as he tried to focus. He knew he couldn't think straight, but he also had no idea what he could do. Idly he started to run his fingers through his mane, finding that it was wet from spilled milk. He then surprised himself be letting out a powerful belch.

Without even thinking about it, he got up and walked over to the couch, feeling heavy as he sank down onto the worn leather. He flipped the TV on, his workout moving coming back onto the menu screen. He started it playing as he felt his cock stir at the image of all the well built men. He leaned back and started to stroke himself, purring happily. It didn't take him very long to realize something was just a bit of sorts, well something else was. Bending down he looked at his erection, and was a bit dismayed to find that it seemed thinner than before, but at the same time his sheath seemed to have gotten fuller.

He frowned in concern, but it only lasted for a few moments before the men on the screen drew his attention again Looking up at the hot men, he let out a long purr. His hand started to work along his shaft, enjoying the changed feeling of it as it teased against his paw.

Steven allowed his masturbation to be slow, using long strokes over his stiff flesh as he watched the toned bodies workout. Clothing was tight over moving muscles, as well as their large packages in their thin shorts. He watched them eagerly, wanting to lick them all clean until their fur gleamed. After an hour of working his shaft, stroking and teasing over the length of it and pointed head, he had worked himself into a heavy sweat. As the video came to an end he let himself slip over the edge. Letting out a guttural howl he snorted and came, blasting a new load over his chest. It was less than the night before, but it still soaked into his fur. He purred and laughed as he lifted his cum covered hand up and licked it clean with a great deal of enjoyment.

The lion relaxed back on the couch as his belly started to rumble again, the hunger coming stronger than before. He pulled himself up to his feet and went into the kitchen, not noticing the skid mark he left on the leather. He searched around for something to eat, but found nothing that got his attention.

He flicked his tail, now half the length it should have been, and picked up the phone. He dialed the number of the local pizza place from memory--which was weird as he had never called them before--and ordered three of their biggest pizzas with everything on them, plus two litters of soda. Once the order was made he felt his gut starting to churn.

Hurrying back to the bathroom, he got there just in time to let out a huge wet fart as he sat down. As he sat there, grunting and letting his bowels empty into the bowl, he realized that his belly had filled out even more. It had become a full on gut that was nearly resting on his legs. He frowned and ran his hand over it, the fur feeling strange against his fingers. When he was finally finished his business he flushed and stood up to look at himself in the mirror.

His frown grew even deeper at what he saw. A layer of fat was starting to cover his body, most of it focused on his belly and ass. "What is going on?" he asked himself, finding the words felt strange in his mouth. Opening his jaw he lifted up his lips and looked into his mouth. The once perfectly white teeth had faded to a light grey with brown lines around the gum line. His fangs looked strange as well, poking out of place.

He fumbled for the toothpaste, but found that his paws didn't want to hold onto his toothbrush. He let out a growl and threw both of them into the sink. "What is wrong with me?" he asked, the question being punctuated by a long hissing fart that slipped out of his ass, his growing ass jiggling from the force of it.

Steven ran his fingers through his mane, working the crumbs and died food out of it. He grunted and looked closer in the mirror, realizing that his mane and hair had lost quite a bit of its luster and was laying limply on his head. It was even looking thinner on the top of his head and under his chin which made his ears look bigger.

The lion forced himself to turn away from the reflection, the scent of his gas filling his nose. Stepping out of the bedroom he looked up at the clock on the wall, it said that there was only a short time before the pizzas would arrive. He went to his dressed and pulled out a pair of gym shorts and tried to put them on, but they stopped half way past his knees and simply refused to go past the growing fat on his legs.

Grunting he pulled them off and threw them to the side, then searched for anything he could wear, finally coming up with an old pair of sweat pants that one of his conquests had left behind and one Blair's old night shirts. He pulled them on, not really enjoying being without any underwear or a jockstrap.

He was just in time as there was a knock at the door. He grabbed his walled then ran down the hallway, finding the short distance was winding him while at the same time his body swayed in ways it shouldn't have. Panting for breath he pulled the door open and looked at the young fox standing outside. The fox looked surprised at the lion, his nose wrinkling at the smell that rolled out of the door. "Your pizzas, sir."

Steven nodded and took the food, paying the pizza boy in cash, including a fairly large tip to go along with it. The fox went away happy, not surprised that the greasy looking over weight lion would want so much food, but the smell was just too much.

With a pleased sigh the lion dropped the pizza boxes onto his kitchen table and opened up the top one. He grabbed the first piece and shoved it into his muzzle, the grease getting all over his face and dripping onto his shirt, but he simply didn't care. The first piece lasted for only a few seconds, and the second slice didn't last much longer. Even worse, it seemed like with each piece he had his belly grumbled even more, his hunger growing as well as his body. His gut was welling out, pushing out the front of his clothing while his ass spread out the back of the sweat pants. His now foot long tail starting to vanish between them.

He finished off the first box and simply threw it onto the floor before digging into the second one. This pizza went just as fast as the first one as thick folds of fat started to swell out under his collar. His mane was starting to fade away, leaving only the thinning hair on his head. By the time the second pizza was gone he had put on almost a hundred pounds, his too small clothing soaked with oil and sweat.

Grunting he picked up the empty box and tossed it to the floor, a small part of his noticing that it landed in a pile of trash that had appeared out of nowhere. In fact trash was all around him, tucked into the corners and under the couch. His meticulously cleaned house fading away along with his body.

The fat lion worked his way through the last pizza, stuffing it into his face two pieces at a time, his short tail wagging happily, quite thin now and covered in coarse brown fur. He let out a belch as he got the very last piece down the stood back up, whipping his hands clean on his now too small shirt.

He walked back to his couch, his body rolling from side to side with the extra weight. He dropped down onto the couch, wiggling into the deep rut left by his fat ass. He could feel his sweat soaked pants squishing against the leather and sticking to his fur. He could feel his heavy gut it as it fell down to rest on top of his fat legs, his pecks hung heavy under his tight shirt, sweat was gather over him from just sitting in place.

Steven reached down and took his shirt in his thick fingers and tried to pull it off, grunting in anger as it caught at the fat around his neck. With a grunt he shook his head and grabbed his shirt ripping open the collar so he could pull it off. As it slid over his head his ears grew out, becoming tall and pointed on top of his thick head.

Panting, he looking down at his belly, the sweat and oil soaked into the fur leaving it looking a dirty brown. He let out a long snort of distaste and licked his lips; his was mouth dry and he was thirsty from his exertion. He leaned back and grabbed his two litter of soda. Pulling the cap off he started to gulp it down, leaning his had back as it poured down his gullet. He wasn't tidy about it, the sticky drink spilling over his sagging cheeks, down his shoulders and even onto the couch, joining in the slowly spreading collection of stains.

He kept gulping at it until the bottle was empty. Throwing it the side he let out a huge belch that made his belly and moobs jiggle all over. "That feels better," he said with a smirk, wiping his muzzle clean on his arm. He leaned back on the couch, rubbing his belly as he turned on the TV, the exercise video returning to the screen.

He looked at it, a mix of emotions running through his head. He wanted to watch them, to watch the well toned sexy men working themselves into a lather... but quite a bit of him felt a great deal of disgust at the images on the screen. "Dumb muscle heads," he finally muttered out, rubbing his sagging gut. With a flash he realized exactly what he had just said. It snapped him out of the strange mood he was in.

Levering himself off the couch, he rushed down the hallway towards his workout room. His whole body was shaking and jiggling as he moved, his ass pulling the sweat pants tighter with each passing moment. As he reached the door a loud ripping sound filled the air as the pants finally gave way and tore around his massive ass.

The fat lion stepped out of the remains of his pants as he walked into the working room, letting out a low moan when he saw it. All the equipment was still there but now I was covered in dust and trash. Empty boxes were stacked against the walls and some of the equipment hadn't even been assembled with some pieces throwing all over the floor. A number of oily stains covered the floor, each one shaped like his huge ass. He backtracked in horror, stopping only when his ass hit the mirror.

Turning around, he looked at his reflection, letting out a snorting yelp at what he saw. He must have weight at least three hundred and fifty pounds. There were folds of fat everywhere on his body: around his hips, under his moobs and even slipping around his arms. His gut was starting to sag low enough to cover his crotch and his legs were pressing together down towards the knee. Dried cum still covered the fur of his belly and he could see brown spots all over in his fur.

"What is going on?" He whimpered, running his fingers over the brown fur, finding it was rather coarse under his fingers. His hands drifted down and grabbed his belly, lifting it up so he could look at his equipment. While his balls were huge now--at least twice their normal size--his shaft was looking very thin, but it was hard to tell with how long his sheath had become. The fat on his crotch had gotten incredibly thick, pushing out around his shaft, making it look shorter.

The changing lion let his gut dropped and closed his eyes, trying to push it all away, trying to go back to what he was supposed to be. He clenched his teeth together and felt something shift in his muzzle, his fangs push sideways and up against his lips. His eyes flashed opened and he leaned into the mirror, looking at his teeth in horror. Everyone of them was stained dark brown with black lines running along the gum line. His fangs hand grown rather larger and were starting to push to the side.

Even worse his face was looking strange as well, his muzzle was thinner and squatter but his nose was larger and flared. Brown fur was spreading out from his nose and up his snout, streaks of it around his eyes. His cheeks were full and sagging now, his eyebrows heavy enough to start to push down over his eyes.

"No, no, this can't be happening," he whimpered out, covering his face with his paws. For a moment he caught the smell of his breath as it gathered around his hands, and took in a deep sniff of it. The smell was terrible and strong enough to stop a bus. He was so enraptured by the nastiness of it he hardly noticed his fingers starting to swell and merge together.

With a snort the lion let felt his belly starting to grumble again. He waddled quickly to the rest room and returned to the toilet, squatting down as he let out a heavy wet fart followed by a thick crap. He rushed down his cheeks to land in the water of the toilet, a second heavy load following a moment later.

He stood there as his belly started to relax but his bladder was beginning to protest. Standing up he turned around and reached under his belly to fish out his shaft, starting to piss. Some of it hit the underside of his belly, soaking into the tan fur, turning it brown. The rest of it just splattered all over the place, landing on everything in sight. He turned away just before he was done, leaving a splattered trail of piss on the floor, and judging from the number of stains it wasn't the first time.

Steven walked into his bedroom and let out another soft cry. The bed was now sitting on the floor, the mattress flattened down in the center. The bedding had become ratty and torn with piss and cum stains everywhere. The floor was covered in dirty clothing and food wrappers but all it was hiding was the heavily stained carpet.

The changing lion spun around and rushed back to the living room, grunting heavily with her step as his fat body jiggled all over, his weight growing with each step. He came to a stop, panting hard as his lungs screamed for air. He stood there, feeling like his chest was about to explode. "Please make it stop," he finally whimpered, rubbing his head with his one of his three fingered hands.

He stood there as the scent of pizza started to waft from the kitchen. It wasn't possible, he had eaten all three boxes, but he could still smell it. It filled his mind and overwhelmed him; he rushed to the large box, throwing it open. He looked down at the extra large pizza, starting to drool heavily at how hungry he was. He took a slice in each hand and shoved them in between his jutting canines, eating as fast as he could. His belly rumbled in excitement as he ate, the brown fur spread across his body, covering his huge sagging gut and massive ass. His gut swelled out, sagging lower and stating to rub his cock, making it twitch.

Letting out a sound that started as a purr but ended as a deep squeal, he reached down under his huge belly and gasped his cock in one greasy hand. He started to stroke along it, feeling it slide out of this sheath. His hand engulfed the girth of it it was so thin now, even so it was now long enough that he could feel the head peeking out from under his belly.

Finishing the last of the pizza, he waddled his huge body back to the couch and sat down in the stained rut, wigging his huge ass to get comfortable. Leaning back he put his feat up on the pile of old pizza boxes as he turned on his movie. No longer was it the body builder video, now it was a video of a number of dirty fat men fucking and sucking each other in a huge mud pit.

He wiggled his toes, not really feeling them as the claws started to grow thicker, beginning to spread out over the digits, engulfing them one at a time. Slowly they turned into large cloven hooves, each one cracked and caked with dirt and mud. He kept stroking his shaft, teasing the pointed head as it thinned out even further, starting to take on a corkscrew like shape. His other hand pressed down between his legs to rub at his gigantic balls, rolling them from side to side.

Panting hard, Steven worked himself with his thick hands, the sweat running down his body soaking the coarse brown fur that now covered every part of him. It gathered in the number of folds, dripping down off him onto the ruined couch. His weight continued to climb as he got closer to his climax, soon passing five hundred and seventy five pounds.

Steven clenched his teeth, his upper fangs vanishing back into the gums as his lower fangs grew outwards and upwards, framing his rough muzzle. Each of the new tusks were as dirty as the rest of the fat man, never having seen a toothbrush.

Closing his eyes tightly, the former muscular lion let out a long squeal and came. His long cock twitched as a blast of watery cum exploded out of his shaft and sprayed over his hug gut. A second one followed, even larger than before. His body shook in pleasure as he came a third and fourth time before it finally seemed to ebb , his whole upper body soaked with the nasty seed.

He let out a long breath and relaxed down into the couch, basking in the afterglow of the orgasm as he felt his heavy gut sinking down onto his shaft. Suddenly his eyes snapped opened and he looked down over his massive body. Letting out a squeal he struggled up from the ruined couch and waddled down the hallway as his weight finally topped six hundred pounds. He had to be careful as he walked as the walls were lined with trash. Empty food boxes and empty soda bottles were everywhere. The center of the hallway was one huge satin, the once white carpet now dark drown.

The former lion pulled himself into what had once had been his workout room, but now seemed to be used for storage of half full trash bags that might have been used as a bed. The mirror was still there, but the reflection was completely different. It wasn't a lion in the mirror, but an incredibly fat boar. His eyes went wide user the low hanging eyebrows, looking over his changed body. From the huge nasty tusks, the huge fold of his sweat matted belly and his oily hair. His fur was pulled tight over his sagging chest and gut, stretch marks growing bright red under the fur.

"No, no, no," he said, his voice cracking and getting deeper as he spoke. Leaning in he looked at his face in the mirror. He could just make out the lion he had been before, but it was lost under the hard features of the boar. He shifted from hoof to hoof as he grabbed his tusks that jutted out from under his lips, trying to pull them free but they didn't move. "No, I don't want to be like this," he said, his works slurring a bit as he felt something dislodging in his muzzle.

He spat out a decayed tooth into his paw, dropping it with a whimper. He probed his mouth his tongue, ever tooth wiggling against it. Pulling his lips back he saw a mouth filled with rotting teeth. Most of them were dark black and they simply looked nasty. He wiggled his jaw and a few more teeth feel out, cascading down his belly. It left him with a huge gaps in his teeth.

Steven whimpered and turned away from the image in the mirror, slowly walking back to the living room, the movie still playing on the screen. The living room was ruined in every way, the furniture was broken and half destroyed and trash covering every surface. There was smell hanging over everything, like a old dumpsters, and he was pretty sure there was a rat running around somewhere.

Then without warning there was a knock at the door.

He rushed to the door and leaned his bulk against it so he could look though the peephole, surprised to see Blair standing on the other side. The slightly chubby wolf had an amused smile on his muzzle. He waved at the door with just his fingers.

The former lion pulled back from the door, looking around the room. He didn't want to see anyone but he felt he had to let Blair in. Spinning around he looked for something to wear, his eyes quickly settling on the pair of nasty briefs that had started it all. He bent down, which was hard enough with his weight, and picked up the horrid things and slowly pulled them up his fat legs until they wrapped around his ass and crotch. Much to his disgust they were a perfect fit.

Waddling to the door, trash crushing under his hooves, he pulled it open and motioned for the wolf to come in.

Blair walked inside the fifthly apartment, his nose wrinkling at the foul smell as he kicked at some of the crap on the floor. "Hello Steven, you've really let this place go since I left."

The boar slammed the door closed and turned around to look his ex-boyfriend. "What have you done to me?" he demanded.

"Holy shit, your breath can curdle milk!" he replied, waving a paw in front of his face. "You look like hell, a big fat pig of a lion! Well, former lion."

He let out a snort and leaned closer, his small tail flicking a bit. "Turn me back! I don't want to be like this!"

The wolf shook his head and stepped back from the boar. "You called me a fat slob for not living up to your standards. Now it looks like you're the fat slob. Look at your underwear, how long have you been wearing those?"

"Five months," he said with a bit of pride, then his face fell. "No... five minutes."

Blair shook his head. "It looks like five months to me, look at all those stains. What do you do, piss right through them? Still, I think it's been even longer since you took a bath. Look at you Steven, you're a waste, a big fat dirty waste!"

All he could do was shake his head, trying to deny it.

"Sit your piggy ass down."

Without a word, the huge man sat down on the couch, relaxing into the well warn ruts on the surface as his belly started to rumble with hunger. Without even thinking about it he reached down and dug through the piles of garbage on the floor. He found a month old pizza box that still had one slice inside, the dried grease holding it to the cardboard. He ripped the piece free and scarfed it down.

The wolf laughed and shook his head. "Now you know what it's really like to be a fat slob. Not much fun is it?"

"No, no it's not. I've learned my lesson, it sucks to be a pig. Now, please, I just want everything to go back to normal," Steven said with a whimper.

Blair licked his lips and gave the boar a knowing smile. "Well then pig, you just have to say the word, and everything will be normal."

His eyes went wide as he looked up at his ex-boyfriend. "Yes, please. I just want to be normal again!"

"Then normal it will be," he said, then reached out to touch the former lion's forehead.

Steven closed his eyes for a moment, then let out a long sigh as he relaxed back onto the couch. He reached into his dirty briefs, adjusting himself against the crusty fabric. Five months in one pair of briefs was a personal record, and he was trying to make it a full year without ever changing them. He ran his paws over his belly and let out a huge belch as he smiled at his ex-boyfriend. "It feels good to be me again," he said, licking his lips and teasing his tusks.

"I bet it does," the wolf replied, pleased at his former lovers new form. "It's a good thing that you own the whole building, no one would rent to you otherwise. "

The boar shrugged and smirked. After he had won the lottery as he wanted to do was sit around and be nasty, and he had succeeded beyond every dream he ever had. "Fuck 'em, if they don't like me so what?" he asked with a broken smile.

Blair grind and stroked one of the long ears. "I think you might have to move to the next place, this one is pretty trashed."

"Not enough," he replied.

"Your right about that. I got to go, I have a cute ass in need of my cock. You keep yourself nasty, alright?"

"Already, hon? Come on, I know an ass you could use," the boar replied as he winked at his ex.

The wolf shook his head. "Nope, I like my boyfriends tight and trim," he said as he took one last look around the apartment, taking in the dump it had become. Junk and garbage covered everything, with only trails cutting through it here and there. From the smell of it the boar didn't always make it to the bathroom. It was the perfect mess for a fat pig like him.

With a smile Blair walked out of the apartment, closing the door behind himself. He took in a deep breath of fresh air, his revenge on the muscle bound jock complete. He walked away, humming happily to himself with each step he took.

Inside the trashed apparent Steven relaxed on the couch, rubbing his long cock though the dirty briefs as he watched another nasty movie. He could remember what he had been before, but he simply didn't care about it anymore. This was normal for him, it was his life for now on.

He ground his ass against the couch, loving the feeling of the nasty briefs as they rubbed up against his crack. As far as he cared, his life was perfect. It was exactly the way he had wanted it to be, and if he could do it over he wouldn't change a thing. It was good to be a pig!

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This story was written and copyright 2013 by Theo Winters, reposting and archiving are allowed as long as this copyright notice and the author's name are not removed. This story cannot be published without permission of the author. Violators will end up as even nastier slobs.