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Hog Wild Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by JWB

Heavy cracks of thunder rolled across the skies in long, overlapping waves of sound that shook every window in the city below. The clouds had been drizzling for several minutes, but it seemed that some sudden change had forced them to release all of their pent up water at once. The monsoon came down across the city with incredible force. The rain was as loud as an ocean crashing against the shore as the drops pelted everything. The street filled steadily with water as storm drains struggled to cope... and in the midst of it all was one very inconvenienced young man.

Hugo hurried along the store fronts, trying to navigate back to his car. His image reflected on the rain streaked glass he darted along. He was a conservative man in his mid twenties. His brown hair was shorn short, his glasses had nearly invisible frames, and his blue eyes were a perfect match to the royal blue button up shirt he wore, now darkened by the saturating rain. While his black slacks were neatly pressed, his shoes and the lack of a tie hinted at the more business casual side of his office.

The water continued to fall, saturating his socks and shoes. Normally such sudden and complete rain storms burned themselves out in a few moments, but the carbon black clouds seemed to have more in store. Hugo groaned, going through the mental itinerary in his head. The only critical event ahead of him was proof reading a deposition, but he could do that after dinner. As reluctant as he was to consider it, Hugo knew he could wait out the storm for a while without rushing through it.

With the pressures of the evening suddenly easing, Hugo glanced around for an oasis away from the storm. At first he saw a book store and his heart danced with the excited potential of ancient tomes, but the closed sign situated across the entrance soon dashed those hopes. There was no coffee shop, no tech store. It wasn't until then that Hugo realized what kind of neighborhood he had parked in. There were adult shops, motorcycle repair places and a variety of seedy bars. Hugo started to blush a bit before he retraced his footsteps back to the store front with the big windows.

The clothes store had numerous displays set up in the windows, showcasing a few fine suits and a lot of casual wear. Hugo remembered his teenage years when he had walked past such stores, envious of the mannequins wearing the trendiest fashions with unnecessary layers and zippers and belts. He had always wound up with bland polos and slacks. It had been the uniform of a successful young man, one that had helped him work his way up in the world... but it had been boring. Hugo decided if he was going to be stuck in a clothes store, he could at least waste the time by being a little unpractical.

As the front door was opened, a tiny bell jangled and danced around. Hugo kind of wished that his entrance had gone unnoticed, but no sales clerks jumped out at him. Hugo relaxed a bit more and pressed on, navigating the narrow rows of clothes. While the shop had a good diversity, the proportions of clothes seemed skewed for the neighborhood it was situated in. The small number of slacks and suits were situated in a far and remote corner and even the trendy hipster clothes were just along half of one wall. What Hugo was surrounded by were clothes far more rough and tumble than the life he had led.

Hugo wandered slowly through a sea of jeans and denim shorts, pausing briefly to look at a huge display of fire engine red and hot pink pairs of thong underwear before he continued on near the back. The air was thickening a bit with the smell of leather, and the displays were quite abundant. There were leather trench coats, leather jackets, and leather vests. Hugo came to a stop in front of one of the most outlandish vests on display.

The black leather vest seemed weathered to begin with, the gloss worn off in a few spots. While it was a vest in most senses of the word, the fabric extended out over the shoulders as a mounting base for a series of tall metallic spikes. There were pockets, and there was a patch sewn onto the left breast, hot pink thread showing a sort of demonic looking simplified pig face.

Against his better judgment, Hugo reached up and pulled the vest off of the wall and turned it around. The entire back of the leather garment was emblazoned with a massive version of the pink pig face, the boar's mouth opened wide and filled with the words Highway Hogs. Once more Hugo blushed, not even sure why he was holding such a thing... but just as he had when he was young, he started to visualize an alternative life for himself... A life where he'd grown up with more freedom and less responsibility, being wild and unfettered, perhaps not even caring about school... A life that didn't lead to every minute of every day being planned.

A soft, somber smile crossed Hugo's lips. He couldn't change his life, he couldn't re-write history, but he could remember to carve out moments of freedom like the one that had taken him to the shop. As silly as the vest was, as impulsive as the whole idea was, Hugo knew he would need a reminder to not get lost in his work. Hugo brushed his hand across the back of the vest, grinning before he headed for the cash registers.

****

The door to Hugo's apartment clicked and eased open as he returned from work. His feet trudged a bit and his shoulders slumped, the symptoms of a long day of work. Hugo stepped out of his shoes and tugged at the collar of his polo shirt, managing to get the buttons undone before he turned and dropped down onto the couch and laid his head back. With a variable schedule, he enjoyed his early days because it had the promise of an evening at his disposal to do whatever he wanted, but he typically spent those hours recovering from work.

Hugo idly wondered if tonight would be spent with 'just a few emails' giving way to streaming television on the computer until he was too exhausted to do anything but sleep, or if he'd read a book on the couch before inadvertently falling asleep. Hugo shifted a bit on the couch before he froze in place. Hung up in the closet across from the couch was the vest that Hugo had purchased; the vest that was his reminder to live his life, to seize it and never let go. Here he was about to fall into his old ways when he had hours of the evening left before him.

Despite his tired and weary feet, Hugo stood back up and began crossing the room. He slipped off his polo shirt and tossed it to the floor before he reached out and took the vest from his hanger. It was heavy in his hands and the shoulder spikes were unwieldy, but he slipped it around anyhow. His arm slipped through the arm hole with ease, it was immense after all. As the leather draped down on his shoulders though he felt a bit heavier and more compact, as if he was better rooted to the ground. His other arm slid through the far side and the vest was on. Hugo was mildly surprised at the whole experience. It didn't feel as he expected it too. Sure, his arms were a bit cool but the leather jacket was surprisingly warm. The weight to it was the most surprising part of all, but it was a comfortable weight, a weight that gave him a strange sense of confidence.

Hugo grinned a bit and circled his living room, feeling the vest on. It was pretty fucking cool, although his work slacks felt mismatched. He unbuttoned those and waddled out of them on the way to his room, rummaging through drawers before he finally produced a set of jeans. It wasn't long before he tugged the jeans up, hastily buttoned them and nearly forgot to zip.

Returning the living room, Hugo was getting off on the thrill. Between his leather vest and the jeans he felt and looked like more of a bad ass than he'd ever been before in life. This was the kind of guy that made evenings happen, this was the kind of guy that went out and had some fun... and while that was just the sort of thing that Hugo wanted to do, he wasn't sure exactly where it would work out. One didn't show up wearing only a leather vest and jeans to a hamburger chain or swanky night club.

Hugo paused to ponder, slowly moving over to the window, peering out at the city at large. While he was able to afford a rather comfortable apartment, it wasn't located in one o f the better neighborhoods. Hugo's eyes surveyed the street below, looking past the liquor store to the other establishments before his eyes settled on a rather specific sight... A bar, the Heavy Harley. Hugo's grin brightened just a bit more.

****

Old music blasted from the pristine jukebox, filling the establishment. Between the music and the sound of pool balls clacking one against the next, no one batted an eye as Hugo nearly stumbled into the bar. The doors had resisted at first before giving way completely but in came Hugo. His short kept brown hair had been as messed up as a hand could get it, his vest was on squarely and he found some old work shoes that looked as close to boots as possible. He was still rather thin and frail, but wearing that vest gave hi the confidence he needed.

Hugo moved through the establishment, coming up to the bar. He sat himself on one of the stools and waited for the waiter to serve him. Moments passed, then over a minute. It became apparent that his mere presence wasn't enough on its own. Trying to shift tactics, Hugo slammed his hand down on the bar.

"German black beer." He commanded. The barkeep glanced over and peered out from his walrus like sand colored mustache before he fetched a pint glass and filled it with a dark beer. The glass came sliding down to Hugo and he caught it in his hand with ease. A few drops splattered onto his arm, bare as it was.

The young man was left there holding his beer, replaying everything that had happened in his head. It had all worked, and here he was on his evening, having a beer. Hugo eagerly lifted the glass and took a sip, reveling in the flavor just a bit. It was so strong, the bitterness was like the bitterness of life itself. His lips parted and he took down a bigger swig, then another. Golden droplets ran down his chin, clinging to the shortest bits of stubble before eventually letting go and falling to the floor below.

"Shit man..." Hugo murmured to himself. Hugo still couldn't believe where he was. He looked around at the others in the bar, taking in his surroundings. The music felt like it was before his time but there was something classic and homey about it all. The men there didn't hold back in how they lived. Some packed on the pounds, most had let their beards grow. They were wild and free, enjoying life for life's sake... and they were all guys. For a split second that seemed off to Hugo, but the oddity faded as it seemed to be how things were supposed to be. It was a guy's club, a men's party. Women were nothing but a distraction. They lived for the night. Hugo knew he had a lot to learn.

****

Fingers drummed along the desk in ever increasing speed, the percussion rattling the plastic container full of paper clips. For the first time in his life, Hugo wasn't paying any attention to his work docket. His focus was entirely on the clock hung on the wall of his cubicle. Second by second the tiny hand clicked closer to his release but it wasn't coming fast enough. Hugo didn't know whether it was burnout or something else, but he couldn't wait to get out of that chair. As the second hand reached the eleven, Hugo knew he couldn't last a moment longer. He hit the keys to log out of his work station and sprung to his feet.

"Whoa, Hugo, got a jet to catch?" One of his co-workers asked.

"Not feeling well." Hugo replied, though as the words left his lips he felt an oddly wicked idea formulating in his brain. With the seed planted, what if he let it germinate? They already thought he might be sick, what if he simply... didn't come in the next day? A false sick day had never been something Hugo had considered, but this seemed to be a day for changes. Hugo swiped his badge through the time clock on the way out before all but exploding into the afternoon air.

Hugo reached up as he walked away from the building, loosening his tie and unbuttoning the top few buttons. He breathed easier like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He felt lighter, truer, freer... and very, very hungry. His stomach rumbled almost at once, sending quivers of hunger pangs through his body. A hand went to cover his stomach in embarrassment at the gurgling, but realizing no one was around, Hugo lowered it once more.

Having the afternoon and evening off with the perspective of not having to be in the following day due to a scheduled 'illness', Hugo decided it was time to enjoy a meal out. He started walking, as he often did, toward the Pita Pit - a destination that seemed less satisfactory with every step. Hugo was tired of rabbit food. He wanted something he could sink his teeth into, something juicy and fulfilling, something possibly even over the top... Like ribs and mashed potatoes drenched in sauce. A bit of drool leaked from Hugo's lips and rolled down his chin at the mere thought of it. The only thing that would be more perfect was if he didn't half to walk all the way there, but then again that was why god had invented the taxi service

****

Teeth gnashed through the softened, marinated meat with ease, sending chunks and strings in every direction as the grizzled brown sauce dribbled over Hugo's lips, smearing down his chin and raining across his royal blue work shirt. The shirt had been saturated, forever ruined with food juices. It was an unexpected sight, once that had caught waiters off guard... but the spectacle had only lingered as Hugo ordered seconds, thirds, even fourths. He was insatiable.

At one point Hugo had even wondered himself if he should stop, but his body still felt hungry and eating was giving him such a distinct pleasure. He continued to chow down, living for those finite gratifications from one moment to the next. Every so often he would cleanse his palate with a serving of potatoes, the white soft slush melting across his tongue. He even drizzled it with extra butter to make it that much more savory. Hugo knew he was being a slob, but it felt so freeing - just like his vest had been. Embracing the vest had been so important to his life, indulging the food would have to be as well.

"Now that's what I like to see; a real man that knows how to eat." Came a chuckle from a burly guy on his way out with his friends. Hugo looked up, seeing the portly men vacate the building. There was a bit of a lonely pang in his heart, although it could have easily enough been indigestion. He admired their lifestyle and freedom as well, and he certainly was a man that knew what he liked. Still, the moment had passed and he dug back into the net hand full of ribs, getting sauce all over his fingernails and knuckles before his teeth crunched into even more beef.

****

Each trudging step back up to the apartment was a bit of a struggle, but at last Hugo made it onto the landing. He fumbled for his keys and slid them into the lock, having to draw them back out part way and ram them in two or three times to get it to fit right before the lock released. Hugo stumbled into his apartment and let out a bit of a belch before blushing, barely managing to kick the door shut behind him. Grubby fingers tugged the blue shirt off only to reveal an equally stained white t-shirt beneath. Hugo pulled that off as well before unceremoniously dropping both garments to the floor.

The young man reached down and put both hands on his bloated stomach. He'd eaten an insane amount of food, so much that his belly had distended somewhat. In some strange manner though, seeing that rotund ball of flesh sticking out from his abdomen made Hugo proud. He wasn't conforming to societal expectations. He was being his own man. A soft grin crossed his face and, to his own surprise, he went over to the closet and found his leather vest.

Unlike his daily clothes, the vest went on without any effort - and it showed off his barbecue sauce smeared chest and belly. Hugo took the last few steps to get to his recliner before he flopped down. The chair groaned under the sudden weight but Hugo kicked the foot rest up and enjoyed laying back... though it soon became apparent that his swollen belly wasn't the only bulge. Hugo licked his still salty lips a bit and ran his hand over the tent in his pants, fondling his fat cock head a bit.

Hugo grinned a bit to himself, wondering if breaking so many expectations and rules had made him horny. Had he been such a wimp because he just went along? Did guys at the biker bar and at the rib joint just simply have more fun? Hugo grunted as he got the button of his pants to pop. He shoved his underwear out of the way and fished out his manhood, stroking and rubbing it. He let his eyes close and started picturing guys who could do anything they wanted... Bandits, rebels, outlaws, slobs, thieves... He admired them all, but his imagination was taking things a bit too far. He was picturing them without clothes, seeing their naked bodies in all their fleshy glory.

"Am I gay?" Hugo muttered softly to himself. The fact that his cock was only getting harder with each passing moment seemed to provide the answer he sought. A strange, lewd smile crossed his lips. If he was truly gay, if he'd been so sexually repressed all his life that it only came out now, perhaps he'd spend his sick day exploring what it meant to be gay. Hugo leaned back and thought about the burly bearded bikers in the bar as he masturbated, though for added effect he also pictured them eating messy ribs as well. It wasn't long before his hard cock quivered and let out a salty spray of spunk to mix into the left over barbecue sauce all over his belly.

****

Sleep... Sleep was wonderful for Hugo. Before he'd considered it merely an inconvenience keeping him from the next day, something to be done out of necessity, but after a second sick day it was finally his weekend. His time was his. As refreshing and wonderful as sleep was, though, Hugo was feeling somewhat tortured. He'd twisted, turned, rolled, flopped and flipped all night long. He tried rolling over again, only to have his arm caught. Something was constricting against him.

As hard as the man tried to stay asleep, he groaned as he rolled onto his back and flailed his arms like a modern day T-rex. The blanket slowly slid down off the side of the bed as he wiggled. The reason Hugo felt so trapped became apparent. The night shirt he had worn for the last two years was strained impossibly tight across his body. It didn't help that it was partially twisted part way down, spiraling around his body, but even so the fabric was cutting into him.

Hugo took a breath in preparation to straighten it all out, but as he breathed in and his chest rose, the fabric could take no more. The cloth split out with an audible tearing noise before his modest belly and thickening pecs jutted out into view. His nipples got hard upon exposure to the cold air, sending chills through his nerves. The chills were misconstrued by Hugo's groin as his shaft started to fatten and thicken along the leg of his underwear - underwear that felt equally tight, if not even more so.

"Fuck this..." Hugo muttered before he swung his leg out of bed. His leg came down with more weight and power than he had anticipated, his thigh jiggling a little as the foot hit the floor. With a bit of effort, Hugo pushed himself out of bed and peeled the last of his night shirt from himself. He walked across the bedroom slowly, getting used to being awake again. With each step, his fat, thickening cock head began pushing out from the leg of his tight white underwear, snaking its way into the light of day and down his thigh.

The closet doors clattered open as Hugo started rummaging around for replacement garb. His first choice was a bright red t-shirt that he soon brought over his head, though as it slid down over his arms it promptly got stuck around his shoulder blades. Hugo pulled it up and down a few times before giving it up in confusion, tossing it aside. Perhaps it shrunk in the drier. Hugo tried with a green shirt, then a blue, all to the same effect. Before long he'd come to the inescapable conclusion that he couldn't fit in any of his wardrobe anymore.

Hugo grimaced a bit and looked down at himself. He had pigged out a bit the last few days, but was it enough to render his clothes so useless? Hugo rummaged around for anything he could wear long enough to get some more clothes. Finding a button up shirt he normally reserved from work, Hugo figured he could at least leave it unbuttoned. As it came off the hanger, though, it slipped from his fingers and fell to the ground. Hugo grimaced and leaned over to pick it up.

The tilting hips and the flexing ass proved too much. Just like his night shirt, Hugo's underwear tore out as his fat ass cheeks broke into open air. Even his cock flopped about, no longer pinned to his leg. Hugo slowly stood up, reveling in his naked body being exposed. It felt oddly freeing, almost prideful. Hugo had been so nervous and prudish about it his whole life, but even if his body wasn't the ideal... it was his, and he was proud of it. The only problem now was that he needed some new clothes.

****

The Wal-mart fitting rooms were an alien world to Hugo. He had spent all of high school and college simply walking in, finding his 'size' and making his purchase. In all of that time he had not grown taller or wider or thinner or thicker - at least not until now. After a somewhat awkward tour of the store with his unbuttoned shirt, Hugo had picked out a few items that would do well enough for work. He had gone from a size small to an extra large to be comfortable... but that really was the goal, wasn't it? Comfort?

Hugo knew he needed more clothes for home too but that had never been one of his strong areas. Despite the chill weather, Hugo had wanted to try clothes that couldn't possibly constrict him as his night wear had. He had found some nice boxers and shorts, but the coverings for his torso had been more problematic. Hugo had eventually just grabbed a few t-shirts to call it good. Now, preparing to venture back out into the world, Hugo was forced to wear his undersized clothing until he purchased his new acquisitions; his blue button up shirt was left open, revealing his nipples and a dusting of chest hair he wasn't yet familiar with.

Hugo stared at his reflection with a bit of disbelief. Had he grown the hair over night? Had it been there for longer but he simple didn't recognize it? One hand moved up to run through the body hair. As his fingers encountered the oily, slightly bristly forest, he shuddered and his cock quaked to life once more.

Hugo felt embarrassed that he had to buy so many new clothes, but at the same time it felt exciting. Even if he had gotten a little fatter, at least it was a change. There was something in his life other than work. He played with his chest hair a bit more, realizing each scritch and scratch made him hornier. Glancing around, Hugo got a strange smile on his lips. There were no security cameras in view.

With a quick attack on the waistband of his over-stretched sweat pants, Hugo fished out his fattening cock and started to stroke it. He pumped his dick and looked at himself I the narrow mirror. Pump after pump, thrust after thrust - it was so lewd, so odd that he was doing it in public... and that fact exhilarated him. Hugo bit his lip and threw his head back, jerking off faster and harder. His balls dangled and bounced around in the sweat pants without underwear. His pelvis ached, his ass jiggled, even his pecs wee flapping around a bit.

Hugo moaned a bit despite himself as he felt the pleasures rising higher and higher inside him. He shuddered and panted, his chest rising and falling with each breath before he let out a soft shout of joy. The pleasure broiled through his brain and passed downwards through his nerves, swimming up his cock before the urethra spread wide and a jet of milky sperm shot out, splattering across the mirror before him. Hugo continued to pant and snort air as he felt such pleasures. Each breath passed over thickening flesh, the septum broadening in his nose. Even his nostrils seemed wider, the nose tilting somewhat.

As Hugo's flow subsided, the cum still continued to drool. It ran down the length of his shaft and dribbled across his fingers. As the sperm covered the hard keratin coating of his fingernails, the nails started to ever so slightly thicken and harden, taking on the faintest yellow tinge. While it started with only the nails covered in sperm, his other fingernails soon followed suit. They were unnaturally thick, growing just a bit longer, blunting at the tips. Hugo might have noticed if his attention hadn't been sucked away with the blood that left his brain. Whatever was happening to him, Hugo felt good about his life.

****

A cold wind blasted down the streets, washing over everyone unfortunate enough to be out there. A young man bundled in a red and black coat lunged for the door of the apartments and flung himself inside to escape the icy embrace. As the door shut, the sounds of the wind and the cars fell away and Jason could take a few breaths. He reached up to brush flakes of snow off of his bright coppery red hair, his green eyes blinking as they warmed back up. Having thawed out a bit, Jason resumed his brisk pace and he jogged up the stairs.

The red head rounded the corner and came up to Hugo's door, pounding on it a few times with a fist. There was a long silence, one Jason grimaced at before he knocked again - this time louder and longer. On the other side of the door there was a thump, then several thumps before the door clicked, groaned and swung open. Jason nearly stumbled back in surprise when an unexpected figure appeared on the other side of the door, but the figure wasn't completely unfamiliar.

"Hhh... Hugo?" Jason muttered. His doubt and suspicion wasn't completely unfounded. The friend he'd grown up with looked rather different. Hugo's sensible slacks were replaced with denim cut off jeans, wearing a tight pink t-shirt over a somewhat bloated stomach and thicker arms. Hugo's hair was ruffled from sleep and most surprising of all, brand new studs in the tops of his ears glinted in the light.

"Jason, good to see you, come on in!" Hugo said, turning tail and moving back into the apartment as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Jason followed Hugo in but nearly stumbled over some clothes on the floor. He looked down at his feet and saw the torn up shreds, looking around in confusion. There wer e plates and dishes everywhere, not to mention wrappers and papers flung willy nilly.

"Hugo, are you doing okay? I haven't heard from yoi un days." Jason said.

"What? Oh, I'm fine... I mean,w ell, had a few sick days but I wasn't all that sick." Hugo confided in Jason. Jason looked around dubiously. If anything, Hugo had been a bit anal before. For things to slip this far he could only imagine illness.

"And... the piercings, they're new, right?" Jason asked. Hugo stopped and turned.

"What do you mean piercings?" Hugo questioned. Jason blinked a few times.

"The... the piercings, on your ears?" Jason asked. Hugo turned and looked at the mirror above his couch, reaching up tot ouch his ears. It was a complete shock to him, at least until his fingers brushed one of the little pink metal balls. As he felt the metal, he had a fuzzy, hazy remembrance. He'd gone to celebrate after getting clothes and had wound up at a local pub. After what had most likely been too many laggers, he'd stumbled into a piercing parlor... It had been an accident, but the look of the piercing artist with his purple mohawk and his scruffy black goatee had been too much for Hugo. Had he, in a drunken stupor, wanted to impress the guy? Had that been the impotus for such a spontaneous act?

"I mean, it doesn't look bad, but... Hugo, what's going on? Are you really okay?" Jason asked. Hugo' mind flashed across everything that had happened in an effort to get back to the present.

"Y... Yeah, I, well I'm really good. I mean sure, things are changing a bit. I'm figuring out a new perspective on life, but... I haven't felt this good in a while actually." Hugo said. There was something deeply unsettling that about the fact that his friend was concerned, as if it was a sanction against his life. Hugo was just finding fledgling scraps of freedom in his life and it was liberating. He didn't like the idea of things going back to how they had been before.

"Are you sure? I mean, if you need anything buddy, I-" Jason was cut off.

"I think I'm alright, though maybe I am a bit sick after all. Maybe you should... go home before you catch anything." Hugo advised. Jason looked a bit surprised at that before he nodded gently. After his long walk, to be brushed off so soon was a bit of a shock but there wasn't much else he could do.

"Well, if you need anything, you've got my number. Take care buddy." Jason said, turning to head back out of the apartment. Hugo watched him go wordlessly, though as Jason stepped over the pile of clothes Hugo felt himself drawn to watching his friend's hips tilt and shift a bit. Inadvertently, Hugo slowly licked his lips, uncertain why.

****

Two sick days and a weekend had passed for Hugo, but at last he was returning to work... but he wasn't quite the same man he had been when he left. Hugo's steps were a fair big heavier as he moved down the aisle ways toward his cubicle. In four days he had added over sixty pounds. It had been a mad scramble to find a plus size button up shirt but he'd managed to succeed. His weight gain had been surprising, to Hugo especially, but it was strange the way it played out in his head. He wasn't really ashamed of the weight gain. If anything, he was borderline proud. There was more to love, after all, so he hadn't gone to any effort to hide his new girth. In fact, he'd spent the extended weekend getting more and more people to look at him. Part of the effort had come in the form of the two new earrings dangling from his lobes.

Hugo turned and stepped into his cubicle and sat down slowly. The chair hissed as it lowered under his new weight. Hugo shifted from side to side, finding the chair was a bit too uncomfortable for the width of his butt, but he'd find a way to make due. What he hadn't expected, though, was just how much his shirt would ride over his newly pierced nipples. The fabric on those metal points and the fleshy nub was just too much. At once Hugo's pants started to tent. Hugo grunted a bit, nearly snorting as one hand drifted to his chest and the other his groin. He slowly started to tease his left nipple as he palmed his hardening shaft, fondling his own flesh in the work place.

Lust glazed eyes rolled into the back of his head as he indulged, feeling the supreme pleasure of his own form... but his reverie was interrupted as he heard a familiar squeaking growing louder. Hugo snapped his hand back away from his groin and turned, watching as the young intern pushed his mail cart, stopping in front of the storage room.

Kief Samson was eighteen years old and still in high school. As an intern he wasn't held to the same dress code as the other workers. While he wore khaki slacks and a black button up shirt, his hair was distinctly violet purple in contrast with his black stubble. Narrow rectangular glasses rested on the bridge of his elfin face. Kief was quiet in the work place but had made it clear that he was openly gay. It was something that Hugo had always respected, but as he watched the intern prepare to load his cart, Hugo realized he had something more for kief; hunger. The intern unlocked the door to the storage room and moved in, leaving the door open behind himself.

Hugo bit his lip a bit before he stood up, peeking out of his cubicle. After glancing both ways, Hugo bolted across the aisle and into the storage room. The outer walls were lined with cork board and metal frame shelving covered with post it notes, paper, highlighters and staples. There were office supplies galore, but thee in the back corner was Kief, grabbing what he needed.

"Hey there Kief, anything I can help you with?" Hugo offered. Kief turned and looked at the unexpected visitor.

"No, thanks, I got-" Kief hesitated, "Hu-Hugo, did you change your look man?" Kief asked. Hugo flashed a bit of a grin.

"I did actually, new piercings... Decided I wanted to finally start being myself. I can't believe it took me this long." Hugo replied.

"Well that's really cool, man. Nothing more important than being yourself." Kief replied. Hugo moved a bit closer, nodding.

"That's something I've always admired about you... Your style, your openness... You were never afraid to put yourself out there." Hugo said. Kief smiled a bit bashfully at that.

"I don't know if I'd say I was never afraid, I just... It was important to be honest." Kief said, reaching up to brush some of the purple hair out of his face.

"And modest too, that's really... attractive." Hugo said. Kief's eyes widened a bit at that in surprise. The situation he was in was not one he had ever anticipated encountering. He'd worried about work place bigotry, not harassment coming off in a positive way... but it was positive. It had been a compliment from another man, one that seemed to be indicating that he too was gay. Hugo grinned more, seeing the gears turn in Kief's head. He licked his plump lips a bit, "In fact, I want to see if I can get away with dying my hair too, I was thinking maybe a bold color as well. Something that really stands out and makes a statement." Hugo said.

"What sort of statement?" Kief asked softly. Hugo reached down a bit to rub at his nipple.

"That I just want to have a good time... and enjoy the company of other men looking for the same." Hugo whispered. Kief gazed back with doe eyes, hanging in the moment, appearing completely innocent despite the thick stubble he kept. Hugo leaned in, bringing his lips to those of the intern. The two began to kiss greedily and messily. Hugo attacked Kief's mouth like he had his many meals, throwing his tongue around and using ample saliva. Kief moaned softly, though the moans grew louder as Hugo pressed into him, pinning him against the shelves.

Hugo realized somewhere in the back of his mind that his increased girth was proving to be an asset. He could assert more dominance, have more presence, and pin Kief even easier. He grinned at that and started mercilessly humping the intern, grinding against him. Kief moaned even louder, his cock hardening like a stone in his pants. Hugo grinned and moved, licking and biting Kief's ear.

"Squeal for me..." Hugo whispered, reaching down to pinch Kief's firm, healthy ass. Kief gasped and then let out a high pitch moan, shuddering sharply. A wet spot began to form in Kief's khaki pants, spreading outward from his groin. Hugo took a few sniffs of the air, smelling a spicy, salty scent that was distinctly male. It was enough to drive him even further over the edge.

Hugo grabbed Kief by the hips and spun him around before tugging down on his wet pants. Hot pink underwear revealed themselves over those pert cheeks and Hugo grunted in delight. He pulled out on Kief's waistband before letting go, the elastic snapping him audibly. Kief shuddered more, leaning onto stacks of copy paper, giving his ass to the man that had left him so defenseless.

Pawing feverishly at his own groin, Hugo eventually released his masculinity. For a split second he stopped, looking down at himself. His stomach was round. In a few days he'd gotten a gut. It made his cock look shorter in comparison, but on the other hand it seemed wider than it ever had before. Hugo started to process what had happened the last few days, how everything seemed to be snowballing... but then the buttons on his shirt popped and his fattening pectorals jutted into view, the sparkling nipple piercings mesmerizing Hugo once more.

An animalistic grin crossed his face as he grabbed Kief and surged forward. The intern squirmed and moaned as the fat cock wiggled between his cheeks, snaking up and down before it started to push in. Hugo inhaled with every centimeter he pushed into Kief, feeling his virginity slip away - and not in a way he had anticipated. He pushed in more and more, grinding against that ass. He could feel the heat and pressure around it and it felt as if he had been missing the sensation all his life.

Hugo started to pull back before thrusting in again, slamming faster and faster. It took a bit to get his momentum going, but as he picked up speed it was almost as if his belly was helping him swing forward and back. Each thrust of his hips drove him deeper into Kief and the intern writhed and moaned, reaching down to smear his own cum over his cock and bush. Hugo grunted louder, feeling as if he'd claimed ownership of this intern.

Each thrust was more bestial than the last for both men involved. Hugo was becoming more demonstrative, though there was a tenderness and a loving softness for his claimed mate. Kief was becoming more subservient, pushing back into the cock, ignoring all risk and consequence whatsoever - but that was hardly the end of it. Hugo's royal blue eyes were not as they had been days earlier. His heart was racing, his blood pressure was up and more blood pooled into his eyes. They weren't becoming blood shot, but the color of his irises were changing. Bit by bit, they tinted green, brown, red... and then pink.

Hugo let his head fall back and squealed out a bit more as he rammed into Kief. His earrings dangled as he moved, but even his ears had changed. The tips seemed taller and more pointed. Hugo's bottom lip was puffing up and his already prodigious gut was starting to swell again. Deriving mass from the huge breakfast he had consumed before work, Hugo's belly pushed outward and his man tits sagged more. Even his ass was widening. As his butt cheeks engorged, a small lump started to form above his tail bone. It stretched and grew and filled out, new bones growing between the old.

The flesh pushing out above his ass grew like an erection, but as it pushed past three inches it started to twist and turn like a cork screw. More length brought more twists before the growth slowed to a stop. Wiggling above Hugo's fat ass, his new porcine tail had finished its first phase of development. The completion sent a wave of pleasure through Hugo unlike he had ever felt before. He grabbed onto Kief hard, bore his cock down deep and let loose. Hot, thick cum spewed out of his cock, filling Kief's bowels. Kief moaned sharply and let out a few more dribbles of cum onto the cement floor of the store room, shuddering and basking in the glow. Hugo now knew he had one specific sensation that felt more gratifying than eating, and he wanted more...

****

Pleasure had become the sensation at the center of Hugo's world. It was his driving force, his foundational principle, his primary goal. It was, for that reason, a bit odd that Hugo was subjecting himself to the rapid and painful experience of getting a tattoo. Laying back in the chair, Hugo didn't look far out of place. His ears were a bit red from getting seven more colored gem studs in each ear on top of the steel omega ring, but now his left arm was getting its own treatment. He had come a long way from waking up with mods obtained during drunken binges, now each choice was a conscious one.

"And what do you want it to say when it's all done?" The tattoo artist asked.

"Plump Princess..." Hugo replied.

"You don't look like no princess to me..." The artist murmured in surprise. Hugo only chuckled, his pink eyes looking right into the artist's soul.

"Trust me sugar, I'll have you worshipping me like royalty." Hugo said. The artist laughed at that and resumed his work, but for Hugo it hadn't been a joke. He looked at the artist's scruffy beard, his muscles, his sleeves of tattoos. He was as much a work of art as the tattoos he gave. Hugo was fairly certain there was no type of guy he couldn't fall in love with, but he certainly hoped to sample enough of the world to be sure that was the case.

****

The office was full of an overlapping cacophony of telephones ringing off the hook. Employees that normally had nothing to do with customer service were struggling to compensate for the sudden influx - but the calls weren't their only problem. The network had slowed to a crawl, systems were crashing, printers were spitting out junk pages. All in all, it was mass hysteria that would have driven any normal manager mad, but Jackson Yuri was no normal manager.

The door to the manager's office opened and Jackson emerged, his lips set in a narrow, tight grimace. While most of the office wore simple button up shirts and slacks, Jackson went full suit. His hair was thinning and his mustache had never exactly been considered thick. He bypassed employees throwing dozens of questions at him about the current crisis, intent to do what he had set out to do before it all started.

Jackson came to a stop outside of Hugo's cubicle, turned to face it and cleared his throat. Hugo grunted somewhat and turned, looking at his manager. Jackson nearly gagged a bit at what was before him. The promising, hard working employee he had been able to task with such a high workload had become a grubby, dirty, fat slacker... and worse, he violated the dress code. The grey and beige mélange of the cubicle cell was interrupted by the flaming pink hair on top of Hugo's head, freshly dyed.

"Hugo... I'm very disappointed by all of this..." Jackson muttered, "You could have gone places, but all those sick days? Skipping entire work orders? And the filth of this place..." he added, gesturing to the stacks of paper plates and cups and piles of plastic silverware. There was a layer of food wrappers across the carpet like fall leaves on a forest floor.

"What are you trying to say, sir?" Hugo muttered, his pink eyes almost playful. Jackson's lips turned in more disgust.

"Pack up your things and get out of here. You can pick up your last check tomorrow." Jackson said before he turned, glancing around, "Where's Samson?!" Jackson questioned before he stormed away, unheeding of many more employees needing his help. Despite having just gotten fired, Hugo looked oddly pleased with himself. In fact, his eyes slowly rolled into the back of his head and he reclined further in his office chair. As he moaned and groaned, a wet slurping sound came from his groin. A shock of purple hair was visible between his legs as Kief sucked on Hugo's fat cock.

Hugo's chubby fingers slid back down, grabbing Kief's head, holding it to his groin as he had for the last several days. Claiming the intern as his own sex toy had certainly been a job perk. Hugo grunted more and trapped Kief's head where it was as he came, sending spurt after spurt of salty spunky cum down Kief's throat. Kief gulped it down greedily, his own cock leaking as he was rewarded with more of Hugo's seed.

As his orgasm slowly ebbed, Hugo closed his eyes. He was finally free of his job, no longer bound by the constraints of an ordinary society. He'd have to figure a few things out of course, but it felt so liberating. The chain of his life's fate had broken and he could set a new path. The sky was the limit for him now... but there was one last thing to check on. He slowly pulled Kief's head off his cock by the intern's hair, the young man greedily licking and sucking at the cock as it pulled out of his mouth.

"I'm leaving... You wanna come with me?" Hugo asked.

"Oh god yes, please take me with you..." Kief panted, his purple eyes gluttonous for Hugo's presence.

"You like being with this dirty pig?" Hugo asked. As if providing his answer, Kief leaned down to kiss Hugo's cock head, his round belly, his fat sagging pectoral and then his lips. Hugo grabbed a hold of Kief's head and held him in that kiss, enjoying the carnal pleasure - not to mention the left over flavor of the cinnamon rolls the two had shared for breakfast. Life was good, even with a pink slip.

****

The cold of the past several weeks had broken with a warm front moving in from the south. The warmer temperatures had brought everyone out of the woodwork. People were eating on street side cafes, taking walks, lounging in the parks. Hugo strolled down the street, looking around. The old him would have been happy to see everyone enjoying themselves, but the new him... Hugo saw things through different eyes.

Every couple of blocks, Hugo would meet eyes with a man and get a sort of prideful grin on his face. The men would blush or wink as he passed. Hugo looked at the males populating the street as more than just fellow pedestrians. Each new face was an opportunity to revel in the new freedom he had finally allowed himself. From the tattoo artist he'd found for his princess tattoo, to the barber that had colored his pink mohawk, there wasn't a man that couldn't set his lusts into motion... but he did wonder if there was one that could stop it all.

Bikers, mechanics, butchers, gym trainers... Kief had been the start, but he'd been traveling through a buffet of man meat. He'd searched for a stud that could satisfy his insatiable hunger, but each conquest was one more flavor that he craved. It was becoming clear that every moment of every day would be filled with the search for the next man to shag, the next brute to take a ride on his shaft... to help him become the plump princess he was meant to be.

****

The red plastic beads suspended in a curtain clattered sharply as they were disturbed, coming together like a hard waterfall to fill in the void. The hallway beyond was narrow and dimly lit, leading to the room at the back. A soft, barely audible creak sounded as the bedroom door eased open and revealed the space beyond. Red silk scarves hung over the lights to cast a warm glow, counterbalanced by the candles on the clothes dresser and night stands. In the center of the room was a king sized bed, and laying on it was a lithe, barely legal young man with blond hair hanging down over one carefully painted eye, the other peered out from a soft, pale face. His arms and legs were covered in matching striped gloves and socks all the way up to his joints, but the rest of the man's outfit was nothing more than a fish net shirt.

The prostitute's eye widened as the doorway filled with Hugo's full form. Hugo slowly stepped in, standing tall and broad with his pink hair and pink eyes surrounded by purple eye shadow. He sniffed the air a bit before snorting in delight. The prostitute nearly stuttered a bit before he managed to find words.

"D-D-D-did Ian let you up?" He asked uncertainly.

"Oh yes, he let me in over and over again... He was begging for more, but after the third ride I thought I should move on." Hugo replied.

"But Ian isn't one of the boys, he's... not for hire?" The prostitute murmured.

"Yale, honey... Any man can be for hire if you figure out what they want. For Ian it was to be wanted, to be longer for, to be desired. What is it that you want?" Hugo asked as he advanced.

"I just... want a quiet night, I'm not ready for this... Did you even pay?" Yale asked, backing up on the bed gently. Hugo slowly sat down on the end of the bed, his weight causing Yale to be drawn toward him unless he actively dug into the mattress.

"That's not what you want... You want a better life for yourself and you thought this was the quickest way to do it." Hugo said, looking the prostitute over. While his life had changed a lot from his last job, he had sifted through people's personal data on a daily basis. It left him feeling as though he had at least some clue as to what drove people.

"Sure, maybe I do, but I... I mean, Ian found nice guys for me..." Yale hesitated.

"Oh yeah, I'm sure... Rich guys, pretty guys, guys with assets all in the right places, but that isn't what you want. You have to compete with an adonis, you have to strive and struggle. You want someone who wants you simply because you're you. You want someone who you can do anything you want around... You want to be wild and free." Hugo said. Yale slowly leaned forward, looking at the obese man with the odd hair.

"Why are you saying all this?" Yale whispered.

"Because right now I want to fuck you, but there's no reason you can't come out the other side better off yourself." Hugo said. Yale looked at the man, deep into his pink eyes, feeling transfixed and mesmerized. The staring went on for moments, one after another.

"I am so fucking tired of salads..." Yale blurted. Hugo grinned and moved forward, grabbing the blond boy by the shoulders, throwing him down on the bed.

"After this, eat cake..." Hugo grunted. Yale bit his lips and tilted his hips upward slowly.

"No more diet shakes." Yale whispered.

"Big, drippy, juicy hamburgers!" Hugo grunted, pawing at his pants before his cock popped out. Yale gasped in shock.

"It's so thick, my god!" Yale murmured.

"You hungry now?" Hugo asked. Yale didn't lift his head, he kept staring at Hugo's cock before drool ran down over his lips and dripped from his chin. Hugo backed up a little, but Yale came at him, his lips spreading wide before he surged forward. Hugo let out a long and steady groan of surprise. It seemed Yale was well trained. The blond boy's curtain of hair fell over Hugo's groin and the slut worked deeper and deeper until his head was beneath Hugo's belly.

Yale licked and slurped, tasting the spent sex of a previous orgasm, perhaps several that had claimed Ian. He sucked it clean and bobbed his head before he pulled back and slowly reclined on the bed, presenting his ass. Hugo grinned, looking at another conquest before he surged forward. Hugo's hard, wet cock plunged into the slut's pucker, spreading it wide. Yale groaned lewdly, shivering in bliss.

What proceeded next looked like a sumo wrestler fucking a magical fairy. There was no way that Hugo should have fit, let alone avoided crushing the diminutive form beneath him, but in Hugo's head Yale was growing every minute. He loved the idea of a gay hooker giving up the pretty life to stuff his face and grow up big and strong like his liberator. Hugo grinned wider, closing his eyes, pounding Yale's ass. He had claimed another, made another notch in his proverbial belt... and the power was swimming through him.

The ripples of pleasure brought with them ripples of change. Hugo's pointed, pierced ears slowly fanned out away from his head, presenting themselves to the world in a more direct manor. Hugo slammed one hand down on Yale's chest, teasing the boy's nipple that got swollen and puffy beneath his touch. Hugo's hand was tingling all over, growing numb and stiff. As Hugo gripped on to his fuck toy harder, his hand seemed to soften like jelly filling in a doughnut. His fingernails remained firm, but his little finger and ring finger were meshing together, just as his pointer and index finger were.

Hugo thrashed against Yale, pounding into the boy all the way to his prostate. As Yale cried out in bliss, Hugo threw his head back and let out a bestial roar. New pink hairs pushed out of his neck, growing down lower and lower - more like a mane than any hair. Hugo's belly and man boobs wobbled with his efforts, the momentum making the bed lurch back and forth. Hugo leaned down, bringing his exaggerated lips to Yale's.

Without resistance or restraint, Yale melted into the kiss, letting his lips open wide for the fat tongue plunging in. He sucked on that tongue as if it was giving him life, liberty, and happiness. Hugo continued to grope and fondle the slut's body before a devious grin caused him to grab onto Yale's cock with his three fingered hand. Guiding Yale's pecker carefully, as Hugo thrust down into Yale's ass, Yale's cock disappeared into the tight, hot hole of his fucker's belly button.

"Shit!!! YES! Shit, hell, fuck yes!" Yale muttered as he started thrashing and thrusting into that hot, moist hole. Belly fucking the person that was fucking him felt symbiotic, cathartic, amazing and wonderful. Yale only lasted a few more pounds before he writhed and shook and came, filling Hugo's belly full of cum in a very different way. Hugo, though, was far from finished. He was going to use the blond boy for all he was worth.

****

Squeak after squeak came from beneath Hugo's feet as he trudged up the stairs back to his apartment. He fumbled numbly in his pocket for his keys before he pulled them out and jammed them into the lock. Somehow in the back of his mind it felt more difficult than usual but eventually he got everything in place and the door opened. Hugo turned sideways before sidling through his door frame into his apartment, slamming the door behind him. Each step brought a swishing noise from the fabric of the pants he wore, his thighs like tectonic plates rubbing constantly at the edge of their borders.

Hugo snorted a bit at the thought of getting fired before he reached up, running the three fat fingers of his right hand up and down over his chest before he grabbed a hold of his shirt and pulled. The fabric split out around his fat arms and down his spine as hundreds of pounds of hairy pink flesh spilled out free. Hugo threw the scraps down to the floor before he moved back to the closet. He reached out and grabbed his vest and pulled it on, feeling the comfortable weight settle back down on his shoulders.

Turning back toward the mirror over his couch, Hugo came eye to eye with his own reflection and grinned... but the reflection wasn't at all normal. Hugo's pierced ears were too tall and pointed, his double chins had quadrupled, the tail above his ass was wiggling away and his shoes were flopping around messily on his feet and his nose was tilted so far up it was practically already a snout. The changes had been mounting for days, even weeks... but all Hugo could see was his gigantic belly, his fat man boobs, his pink hair and the nose ring resting in his nose. The rest were his new normal.

Hugo tore open his pants unceremoniously and drew out his cock, wrapping his mutated hand around the fat flesh. His three fingered hands were no longer human, but Hugo didn't care. The fattened slob wandered through his apartment in the full act of masturbation as he entered the kitchen. With little effort he threw open the door to the fridge and started rummaging around with his free hand.

The hand groping in the fridge passed over empty cartons, bottles, jars, boxes and bags before finding the last item left behind. Hugo withdrew the whipped cream bottle and snorted as he popped the lid off, tipped his head back and let it spray. Streams of white cream fizzed and sprayed down into his open maw, smearing on his plump lips before he gulped it down. The pleasure of feeding and fucking at the same time sent Hugo over the edge as he stumbled out of the kitchen and into the living room, sending spurts of cum across his carpet and couch, howling in bliss.

Hugo jerked himself off messily and wildly, thrashing and gnashing and gulping. The air passed in and out through his piggish nostrils. With each breath, the snout pushed out further, widened, fattened. It had been animalistic before, but it was clear it would never pass for a human nose again. The snout matched his fat cheeks and chin perfectly now. Hugo's oversized ears finally grew so tall that they crumpled under their own weight, flopping down, hanging and dangling with their piercings still visible.

Every pound Hugo had gained since getting the vest started to double itself. Rolls of fat became mountains and his skin stretched like rubber over the increasing mass. The vest spread wide as his belly grew larger than a keg, a barrel, even another person. It sagged out and down in every direction but his cock was so fat on its own it kept the belly at bay. Hugo's hips rounded and his ass jutted out as the pig's man boobs inflated larger and larger, rounding out and widening.

Hugo surpassed four hundred pounds, then five, finally six. The floor groaned under him but somehow his bones and muscles had strengthened enough to keep the pig standing. His tail quirked, his balls jumped, his cock pulsed and Hugo let out a heavy squeal before a torrent of cum rocketed out of his manhood. The pig continued to squeal and grunt as he drained both his cock and the bottle of whipped cream. As the liquid drained from him, a pressure pushed out from the back of his jaw, scraping along his cheeks before his fat lips were pushed apart and ivory points began emerging. Brand new tusks curved out from the back of his mouth, rising up to frame his porcine nose.

Hugo stood there as his heart pounded in his ears. At some point the empty bottle of cream fell from his hands, but after several minutes his pink eyes slowly fluttered open. Hugo blearily looked around before he saw himself -or what had become of himself- in the mirror. Hugo's heart shuddered off beat for a moment as shock set in. Hugo moved forward slowly, raising one of his three fingered hands to his stubbled face.

"Wh... What's going on here? What happened to me?" He asked, his question ending with a high pitched squeal, "What the hell is wrong with me?" he muttered to himself. Hugo turned and stumbled over to his desk, throwing it open, digging around before he drew out his old ID card. His picture was in a small square in the corner, showing a clean cut brown haired, blue eyed young man with no distinctive features at all. Hugo slowly lifted his head back up and looked at the mirror... at the pink haired, pierced, fat pig in his reflection. A strangely smug grin slowly crossed his face, "Why am I saying all this crap?" he muttered.

Hugo reached down and gathered the slick cum from his cock before he smeared a slick streak across his belly, his boob and then began licking his fingers clean. Once he'd savored his own salty musk he grunted out a few times. Hugo thought about how everything had started with the vest, how gradually he'd disappeared change by change and become something better, something more real. Hugo had gone hog wild - and he loved it. He could live a life of gluttony, of gay sex, of hedonism and pleasure. He'd even gotten a boyfriend out of the deal, but poor Kief was too skinny. Hugo would have to fatten the boy up so they could party in style together. They'd be as happy as pigs in shit, but just maybe they'd bathe in their own cum instead.

****

Raucous laughter filled the Heavy Harley as the burley men celebrated some of their most recent adventures. There were new bikes in the gang, along with new stories of evading the police. They were generally a happy bunch, especially when there was beer to celebrate with. The pints were overflowing, sliding down the bar to their respective patrons when the doors swung open. A few of the men turned, eyes widening as they saw who had just pushed in.

Hugo looked as if he owned the place. His black, studded vest was wild and his jean shorts were well worn. His pink hair was thick in the center and short on the sides, making it almost look like a mohawk. Hugo swaggered into the place like he owned it. He swayed his hips a bit and moved toward the bar.

"Another round for all my friends!" he called out. The bikers gazed at the fat pig in their presence, trying to determine what was out of the ordinary, what felt so off, but the longer they looked at him the more normal it seemed. They cheered in thanks for his kind offer and soon beer was being tipped back across the bar.

Hugo picked up one of the steins and took a swig, letting the yellow liquid pour over his tongue. It was a heady beer, but he needed something more substantial. Hugo put the beer down and grabbed the nearest biker, pulling him into a kiss.

As the bearded biker met the lips of the huge pig, he shuddered like a current of electricity was going through him. His cheeks got rosy beneath the bird, his nipples hardened and his pants tented at once. Hugo grinned wide and flopped down on the end of a table, nearly flipping it. He slowly drew down his fly and let his cock spring out to attention.

"Want a seat, friend?" He asked. The biker nearly drooled, wandering over before his ass came down. Hugo had been surprised at how easy it was, but as he felt that tight hot ass slowly sinking around his cock, he groaned happily and started bouncing.

Somewhere inside of him, a tiny fragment had been romantic about Kief, but this was something else. It was carnal, it was basic. He grunted and snorted and writhed, grinding the cock inside his new friend.

The biker growled and groaned and moaned, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. Somehow, deep down, he was used to riding a deep and powerful hog, just not a living one. He squeezed his legs tighter, wrapped his arms around as much of the girth as he could manage before he moaned louder and louder.

Hugo was pleased, in a way, that he brought the biker such joy but on the other hand he was surprised he cared at all. He was a beast of self pleasure now, and all that mattered was that the human was pleasing him.

Some of the other men had gasped and murmured in surprise at the public display while others were oddly fine with it. Hugo reached out, his pink pig fingernail rubbing the chin of one of the younger gang recruits. He moved forward and Hugo planted a wet, fat kiss on the biker's lips. The biker stood there, in awe as his mouth was invaded. Hugo worked the mouth of the young biker and the ass of the older. Every lewd moment sent waves of pleasure and power through him. His body was rippling, both from impact and from the changes. His belly started to swell more, his legs curved and thickened and there was one more change that Hugo had not anticipated.

Even growing larger, fatter, and messier, Hugo's scent had not changed all that much. The combination of his cleaning products and sweat made a distinct and unique scent, but that was changing. Hugo was souring, becoming spicier and meatier. His porcine scent was becoming more robust from the hair under his arms to the moist cleft between his ass cheeks. As Hugo's scent became more powerful, more and more people seemed interested in having a good time. He started trading off kisser and partners at will, leaving strings of hot musky pig cum between his fat cock and the well spent asses of those getting a ride... but no matter how much Hugo came, his body didn't seem to get any smaller. If anything, it seemed to be quite the opposite.

****

The doors to the Heavy Harley swung open, though as a few people glanced over they did not see what they had expected. Crouching near the front door on all fours was an eighteen year old with purple hair and a short black beard. His ears were stretched out with fresh gauges, lip rings ran along his plump bottom lip and he wasn't wearing much more than a black leather harness and a thong. What was perhaps the most unusual about the kid, though, was how unnaturally upturned his nose was, showing off his nostrils... or how fit his body was for the most part, but how he still had a round beer belly.

The doors behind Kief swung open again as Hugo waddled in, reaching down to reattach the leash to Kief's collar. Hugo strode in like he owned the place, grinning as he gave a few kisses to the men he passed. He even gave a gruff grunt to one of the younger bikers whose ears were now unusually pointed. The bartender quickly set to work at the blender, mixing booze and food into a thick shake. He poured the pitcher into a heavy glass and set it down as Hugo approached.

Hugo sidled up and spread his legs wide around the stool before he sat down, though the stool groaned and wobbled under the duress of his weight. Kief slid up at Hugo's feet, sniffing around before he let out a soft belch and laid down at Hugo's feet. Hugo stretched a bit before letting his cloven hooves rest on his pet's flank.

"I didn't know you were into puppy play Hugo." One of the bikers said. Hugo chuckled at that and reached over to scratch the thick brown beard of the thirty year old biker.

"He's not playing puppy, that's my little piglet right there." Hugo said, causing the other men to burst into laughter. Hugo picked up his shake and tipped it back, letting the slosh pour over his tongue. As he gulped it down and savored the mix of rum, maple bar doughnuts, bacon and an assortment of other foods, there was a clatter behind him.

"Hugo!" Jason called out. Hugo blinked slowly, his purple and pink eye shadow glistening in the light before he looked over his shoulder.

"Jason, darling, why don't you come join me?" Hugo asked.

"We need to leave right now, we need to get you some help." Jason said. He looked tired. His eyes were puffy, his freckles stood out more against his pale skin. Even his hair was a bit disheveled.

"The only help I need is another helping of some good food. Why don't you sit down and we can share a good drink." Hugo replied.

"It's the vest, Hugo... I know it is. I... I've been trying to figure it out, what happened. It's that damn shop, those clothes, they do something to the people." Jason said. Hugo slowly sighed and rolled his eyes before he slid off the stool and patted the cushion. Kief hopped up and grabbed at the shake with pig paws, his hoof hands clutching the glass as he tipped it back and guzzled it down, spilling some into his beard.

"You're right, Jason... It is the clothes, or at least the vest." Hugo said, reaching up to run his fingers over the spikes in the shoulders of the black leather jacket, "Do you know why it is?"

"I... I... Magic?" Jason muttered. Hugo shook his head, reaching out to rest a hand on Jason's shoulder as he met eyes with his former friend.

"It's the first thing that ever really fit me... My body, my soul, the real me. This is me, this is who I was meant to be."

"You're a gay, fat fucking pig... You've got make up on..." Jason muttered. Hugo only grinned.

"Isn't it wonderful? Everyone knows who I am, I can have anything I want, I define the world around me. This is the best life I could have." Hugo replied.

"But... What about the Hugo I knew? The sweet, innocent, guy?" Jason asked softly. Hugo reached to drag a finger down Jason's chest slowly.

"Is that it, you miss me? Well, I'm not innocent anymore, but I can still be sweet. Admit it, you like me... You want a piece of all this." Hugo said. Jason shook his head.

"I just want my friend back." Jason said, nearly in tears.

"Why just be friends when we can be friends... with benefits?" Hugo whispered before he leaned in, giving Jason a tender kiss. Jason's eyes went wide in shock. He was kissing another man, a freak at that... but at the same time it was one of his oldest friends. It was Hugo. They'd grown up together... and if he was kissing anyone, it made sense that it was him. Hugo sucked and slurped on Jason's tongue, smearing the slop from the pitcher across his face before he slowly broke the kiss. A string of saliva connected the two for a moment before it broke. Hugo reached to pet Jason's shock of red hair, "I'm not going back... I don't want that kind of life. Maybe I did change, maybe I am a freak, but I love it like this... I've gone hog wild and got more than I could have dreamed of."

"So it really is better?" Jason whispered. Hugo chuckled at that, reaching down to pinch Jason's muscled ass.

"It is... Everything before was drab and colorless. This is truly a life. No matter how long it lasts, I'll live life to the fullest." Hugo replied.

"Then... I want to try too." Jason said softly.

"Well it's easy to start. Sit down, have a drink, let loose." Hugo said. Jason blushed a bit before he moved up to the bar and took an awkward seat. Hugo chuckled and patted Jason's shoulders.

"I'll have a beer, I guess." Jason said, "And maybe a-UH!" Jason gasped as he felt something press against his lap. He looked down to see Kief's nose smashed against his jeans as he lazily licked at his fly.

"Consider it a perk." Hugo grinned, holding Kief's leash in his hand. Jason blushed even more as he looked at Hugo. As outlandish and absurd as it was, he could see the beauty in the beast. Hugo was so magnificent, so large and in charge. He knew what he wanted and he took it. Maybe in time Jason could be that daring, that bold, that amazing... but for now he'd just stand in Hugo's immense shadow and appreciate the hog for what he truly was.