“Would they open the doors already? It’s cold out here!” Gladys snapped, looking furiously around at her cohorts. The other two women wore equal expressions of annoyance, pissed off over the perceived slight. The fact that it had only been five minutes meant little to them, nor the fact that they were being offered a free meal. It was the principle of the thing, and left the three feeling their threats of poor reviews were warranted. Never mind the fact that it was a tactic they had employed at almost every establishment in town. Gladys, along with Cathy, was here at Cynthia’s behest, as they often were for such endeavors. And all three were about to once more reap the rewards!

In truth, Cynthia really did make some ad revenue in her capacity as an online food critic. It was her rather overt attitude that gathered views, though often the comments were lobbed in jest at her. She had long since let it wash over her back, used to being teased for her rather portly frame. So what if people insulted her for being a Karen? She was still making money off them, winning in the end. And more often than not, her antics led to her and her friends getting a free meal through threats or promises of a particularly nasty review. All worth it, in her opinion. 

Still, of all the free services her tricks had earned them, nothing could compare to the offer of a free restaurant dinner after hours, with them being the only customers. It was somewhat unorthodox, and the trio was somewhat skeptical of a potential trap. But with Cynthia’s social media sphere all alerted about their visit, she was sure no one would dare threaten them. And it was not simply a choice meal they were being offered, but the chance to sample a variety of menu items. It seemed the restaurant hadn’t been making much business and was happy for the publicity. Cynthia had it in mind that she was doing them a favor and not the other way around!

Soon, the door opened, and the manager ushered them inside, apologizing profusely for the cold. Snubbing her, the trio walked past, at least thankful the restaurant was clean. It was far from how they had remembered it on their last visit in the middle of a dinner rush. The service had been slow, the staff was lax in cleaning the tables afterward, and one had even spilled wine over Cathy’s dress. Worse, the food was cold, prompting them to request additional dishes, under the threat of walking out. Even the manager was barely able to stifle their ire, especially as Cynthia showed off her credentials as a food critic. So what if it was a busy Friday night? It wasn’t their fault that the staff was woefully underprepared to provide the perfect dining experience!

“I’ve brought down better places than this before!” Cynthia had snorted, which wasn’t entirely untrue. Still, she was careful to dole out her one-star reviews lest she lose followers for such a predictable result. 

“I hope we’re able to make amends,” Heather, the manager, said politely, before ducking back to grab them the menus. The three portly women looked to each other, grins on their faces. The food hadn’t been the best that night, in truth. But the offer of an exclusive dining experience with several different samplers was too good to pass up! Cynthia figured she would give the place a one-star review either way, but there was no point looking a gift horse in the mouth, so to speak. 

Moments later, Heather returned with a tray of drinks, setting each gently on the table. “We have a delightful array of our finest dishes for you tonight. I hope you’re able to find something to your liking. I’ll be back soon with appetizers,” she said, smiling before ducking back into the kitchen. 

With that, Gladys raised her glass to her friends, smug in the confidence they had won. Yet, the moment the drink hit their lips, they spat it out, the fluid sour and thick. “What the hell are they trying to poison us with?!” Cathy called out, not caring that it was loud enough for the kitchen staff to hear. 

“This is unacceptable!” Gladys chimed in, and Cynthia immediately moved to open her phone. “Well, five minutes in, and I’m all but guaranteeing a one-star review. If they call this wine,” she started before she was caught up in a coughing fit. It seemed the others were just as irritated as they looked around for water to soothe their throats. For a moment, they each wondered if they really were being poisoned. Yet, the irritation soon passed, and they were able to compose themselves, ready to chew out the staff for nearly killing them. Free food or not, this was unacceptable!

To their surprise, the scent of the food hit them before it was in view, and the odor was almost enough to make Cynthia retch. “What do you think you’re doing by feeding us…” she started before a cart was wheeled out. The fact that they had not ordered yet aside, what looked no better than slop or waste awaited them on each plate. It was almost enough that Cathy threw up right there, though Gladys found herself staring with some fascination. 

“This is unacceptable! What do you think-” Cynthia called out before an audible snort caught her ears. Looking over, Gladys had reached out to grab one of the plates, raising it to her nose. Without hesitating, she threw her face in it, chomping and licking and swallowing without even chewing. The sight was disgusting, Cathy pulling back and trying to keep her bile down. Yet, drool started playing down her own lips, and with only a moment of hesitation, she reached for her own plate, snorting as she did so.

Cynthia’s face was scrunched in disgust before something changed about the smell, causing her stomach to rumble. As repulsed as she was by the dinner, the need to eat was almost all-consuming, and before she knew what she was doing, she was moving for her own plate. Shoving it in face first, the feeling of slop falling down her chest was largely ignored. It tasted repugnant and took all Cynthia had to keep it down. Yet, her stomach was screaming for food, and the more she ate, the less her disgust seemed to bother her. She had quickly finished one plate, licking and grunting and snorting all the while. 

So focused on eating, the changes went unnoticed at first. It was a tightness in her ass that caused Cynthia concern, and a stray hand reached down to touch it. While her weight was always an issue, Cynthia had the funds for form-fitting dresses, even if this one was now stained beyond repair. Yet, her plump ass was steadily pulling at the material, and the flesh felt flabbier than she was expecting. Worse, the more she ate, the more her backside seemed to grow, ripping at the seams and exposing her bare skin to the air. It was enough to send a shiver down her spine, unable to rationalize what she was doing or why all three of them were unable to stop!

Fear finally caused her to stand up, trying to spit up the mouthful of food she had. The stench was repulsive, as was the sight of her friends making pigs of themselves. Hell, it really did seem like they were acting more like animals, and it took all she had not to jump back in there and rejoin them! She wanted to yell at them, though a series of gruff coughs was all she could manage. Still, she backed up as far as she could, not wanting to be tempted further by the food. Tripping over her shoes, Cynthia fell on her flabby ass, hating the sensation of the cold floor under her. 

Figuring she was safer on the floor, Cynthia continued to watch her friends with a mixture of horror and repulsion. Much to her alarm, the same swelling in their asses pushed them precariously tight against their clothing. Pants were pulled up, and shirts looked like they might tear from their backs at any moment. While Cynthia was aware of her own added girth, it seemed her friends were packing on pounds much more rapidly, to the detriment of their wardrobes. Small tears rang in her ears as her friends ate themselves sick, yet neither seemed able to pull away. And worst of all, Cynthia’s resistance seemed only to slow the changes, not stop them entirely. 

Unable to look away at the disgusting display, a strange warmth started to swell in her cunt, causing her to grunt uncharacteristically. To her disgust, Cynthia’s hand was already rubbing her panties before she realized what she was doing. It was disgusting that she could find the grotesque display turning her on, yet there was no denying the intensity of the urge. Unlike the bizarre hunger, she was unable to resist playing her hand over her aching groin. The moist, damp aroma was better even than the food, and even doing so in public was not enough to shame her into stopping. It seemed she wasn’t the only one experiencing the bizarre arousal. Gladys and Cathy were each reaching with one free hand to grope their groins. Animalist grunts escaped their lips, desperate for whatever modicum of pleasure they could discover. 

Much too soon, Cynthia felt herself going into orgasm, squealing in a decidedly inhuman way. Fluid soaked through her panties, getting on her hands and making them somewhat sticky. With the pungent scent of release in the air, Cynthia didn’t even need to look to know her friends had reached their own climax as well. Their orgasms seemed to follow on the heels of pants and panties parting, filling the air with their musky fluids. And that was hardly the worst part, a strange pressure within prompting Cynthia to keep pleasuring herself. It was almost like her ovaries were being gripped by a vice, enlarging and moving within her to be repurposed. But that was impossible, wasn’t it?

The sounds of another cart approaching made Cynthia perk up her ears, almost wondering if someone was coming to save them. Yet, the two men ignored them, rather parking it in front of the feasting women. Cathy and Gladys grabbed plate after plate, shoving their faces in before throwing them to the sides, as food fell down their already stained clothes. In some cases, they didn’t even bother to finish one meal before devouring the next. Worse was that their fingers never quite left their loins, fluids soaking over their pubes as the stench of sex wafted through the air. It was almost overpowering, yet for some reason turned all three of them on beyond what they could have expected.

As the cart was wheeled away, it was all Cynthia had not to call them to bring it back. Yet, as she did, a strange squeal escaped her lips, familiar yet bizarre all the same. In the heat of the moment, she was simply thankful she couldn’t ask for more food lest she damn herself. The smells, much to her chagrin, only grew more alluring, both those of food and of sex. And she couldn’t resist the urge to play with her pussy, whining and grunting as conflicting thoughts of terror and desire flooded her mind. 

Pulling her tight panties down, Cynthia was hit with a pungent wave of musk, almost enough to make her cum once more. Yet, as her eyes focused on her sex, a shiver of fear raced through her, unable to believe what she was seeing. Her clit had begun to push out, forming a strange point that seemed to swell the longer she watched. It was bizarre, almost heavy on her groin as its pink, somewhat pointed tip seemed to reach toward her mouth. The end glistened as a hollow sheath of skin hitched it toward her abdomen. Even as large as her belly was becoming, she was still able to see it, lengthening and throbbing and almost begging to be touched. Against her better inclinations, the musky stench drew her hand, causing her to squeal.

The moment her hand brushed against her strange growth, a shiver of lust ran through her being. The touch seemed to spur its development, and there was no denying its resemblance to a penis. Yet, it didn’t matter what she was growing down there if it felt so good, and all Cynthia could do was groan from the pleasure as she mashed her fingers against it. Even her added weight could not deter her masturbation, Cynthia’s eager hands playing over a slimy cock that sent shivers through her newly developed prostate. 

The sound of a squeal was just enough to catch Cynthia’s attention, and she looked to see Cathy rubbing her own penis-like growth. It seemed she was getting just as much pleasure from masturbation as she was from stuffing her face. Yet, she seemed to be struggling, as though her arms were shorter, and indulging in both delights was becoming impossible. It was made worse by an apparent stiffness in her fingers, and her lack of success caused her to squeal her frustration. Cynthia couldn’t help but watch as two of the fingers swelled, pushing the rest to the sides. Her thumbs seemed to be tugged upward along her fattening wrists, and her once-manicured nails were starting to thicken, turning a disgusting, bruised shade as she frantically tried to masturbate with them. “WWWRRREEEETTTT!” She tried to squeal her frustrations, though she could do little to stem the changes.

The sharp sound of a fart drew Cynthia’s attention to Gladys, a horrid stink causing her to stop and blush. It reeked like a pig pen and drew the reality of their situation to them. As much as Gladys tried to move away from it, more rank flatulence burned into her nostrils. It was almost enough to distract from the overwhelming lust, though much to their disgust, it seemed to send a further surge of arousal through their beings. It was obvious they all had long, thin cocks, like nothing a human man would ever sport, more in line with the pigs they were acting like. And as they continued to shove food into their faces and jerk off, it seemed likely a bestial fate would be the outcome!

The force of swelling porcine asses was too much for panties and dresses as they tore outward, bringing with them more unwanted flatulence. Cynthia squealed as her puckered anus rubbed against the fabric before her widening hips did away with it. Kissing the air brought its own bestial stink, and Cynthia was only thankful she didn’t shit herself. Yet, the reality was not much better as her spine pushed outward, forming a noticeable lump above her repositioned anus. As much as she needed to jerk off, Cynthia was able to work a hand back to rub at it in curiosity. Accidentally brushing over her anus, her seeking fingers soon discovered a curly growth, one that was able to wag if she focused on it. It was a sign of how far she had fallen to possess a pig’s tail, and it was likely to get worse if they didn’t stop!

Yet, it seemed such self-control was beyond them, even if Cynthia was able to resist the urge to reach the food trays once more. Masturbating all the while, Cynthia became aware of the discomfort of her ovaries swelling against her insides. The pressure soon came to a head as Cynthia spared a hand to rub lower, desperate to stem the ache. Yet, she was not expecting her oozing cunt lips to open or a fleshy sack to be born from her folds. The new orbs were so large that it felt as though they were being squeezed by her insides, and Cynthia did her best to readjust her porcine body for their ease. However, they could not be contained for long as the skin parted and their weight hung down from her body. All she could do was squeal her discomfort, rubbing herself in an effort to pleasure herself over the pain. Much to her chagrin, it seemed her new testicles had much further to grow, making her adjust herself to all fours. Fattening hips pushed to the sides to allow her girthy boar balls to sit just below her puckered anus. Another fart caused her to feel ill, though with her back turned, Cynthia was just thankful that it was harder to touch herself. 

Soon, the other two pudgy women had cleared the food from their trays, getting down on all fours and eating what had fallen on the floor. Dresses were torn up, and flabby chins and breasts rubbed against the floor as they struggled with their heft. Altering hands were in use to hold themselves up, and they were eating with their mouths, all semblance of modesty evaporated. While shame flooded their faces, there was obviously little they could do with the urges cascading through their minds. Things soon became worse as Gladys’s fingers twitched, changing the same way as Cathy’s had. As two of them stiffened, thickening to take over the entirety of her wrists, it was obvious she would no longer be able to touch herself. Still, she was remiss to care, focusing on feeding and thankful for the shift in her stance. Cathy had lost her fingers already, hands becoming trotters with two nails reoriented to become nubs behind her wrists. No sign of thumbs remained, yet any terror in their features from the loss was soon overridden by hunger. 

Yet, voracious as their maws were, the former women were soon without food. Sniffing for scraps, the two called out in unison, with a pig’s squeal of,  “Wrrereeeetttt!” followed by snorts and grunts. Gladys found herself moving toward Cathy’s backside, as though following another alluring odor. Rather than be disgusted by Cathy’s anus, she seemed to sniff at it vigorously, enraptured by the pig’s redolence. Her true goal was made obvious as she began sniffing Cathy’s testicles while the pig woman adjusted her stance. Bobbing cock leaking with its new supply, the scent was enough for Gladys to lick her human lips. While a disgusted look crossed her face, there was no denying her attraction to it. It was made especially worse as her nose began to scrunch, widening as she opened her mouth in a pig squeal. 

As obvious as her intentions were, Cynthia was still disgusted when Gladys opened her mouth and started to lick the porcine cock head within. As ravenous as she had been to eat, Gladys was surprisingly gentle as she sucked her friend off. While shocked at first, Cathy’s eyes rolled back from the pleasure, thankful as she was unable to touch herself. Much to Cynthia’s horror, the impromptu blow job caused her body to swell, fat tearing away at the remnants of her clothes. While their bodies stank, they seemed unable to sweat any longer, as though their skin had altered into porcine flesh, requiring mud or water to cool. But Cathy seemed to be into it, grunting and snorting and grinding her hips to make Gladys’s job easier. 

Despite her obvious disgust, Cynthia couldn’t help but feel the lust flushing through her once more. She wasn’t gay, nor did the idea of male-on-male sexual activity do anything for her. But there was no denying her body’s reaction, almost as strong as her need to feed. Reaching to touch herself, Cynthia was disgusted to discover her belly had grown far too fat to reach. All she could do was struggle, feeling her body bulging up all over and her hips altering in a way that made it impossible to stand. Not that she could balance with her new weight, forced to watch the horrific changes, and know she was not that much further behind her friends!

Panic flooded her as locks of hair fell from her head, tickling the bare skin and making her squeal in panic. Her friends had already lost their own, bulking up past human proportions as Gladys sucked Cathy off. There was so little left of their humanity, body proportions looking all wrong as they performed their depravity. Yet, the more they grew, the more the shapes started to make sense from the standpoint that they were becoming swine. Thighs were fat, anuses were on display, and shoulders and bellies were pushed somewhat forward. Their heads remained somewhat human, eyes showing off their panic as well as their lust. But with flabby chins and necks, the end goal seemed rather obvious, as much as it should have been detestable. 

All Cynthia could do was grunt and drool in her desperation to get off to the sight. Yet, another alluring scent caught her nose, and she looked up in desperation to see one of the wait staff with another cart full of food. Instinctively, she tried to back away, though her hips didn’t work the way she was used to. “Now, don’t be shy! There’s plenty for you to try!” The man sneered, and it was all she could do not to shove her face into the plates. The succulent scents of food made her stomach rumble to the point that Cynthia felt ill. It was not from the gross food itself, but rather that she had not eaten enough to support the massive amount of weight she had added on. And the only thing to make her feel better was right in front of her…

Reaching with a still-human hand, Cynthia pulled her plate forward, throwing it in her face as she opened her mouth to try to catch as much as possible. Slop ran down her chins and her chubby chest, but she was remiss to care. All she could do was chew as fast as possible and swallow before reaching for another plate. The ache in her belly was being stoked, though it was far from sufficient as she devoured plate after plate of slop. It was disgusting, barely edible scraps with gristle that would have made her human self ill. But for the pig she was becoming, it was the perfect feast, and there was more than enough in front of her to satisfy even her hunger!

Of course, the food caused her body to swell, clothes popping away as her fat ass hung in the air. A rancid fart hit widening nostrils, though it was not enough to deter her hunger. Her body was overheated, though she could not sweat anymore, pig hide not equipped for such. The idea of a nice muddy pool appealed to her, though in her feeding frenzy, it was hard to hold onto the image for very long. Even the fact that her organs were shifting, her body enlarging, and her testicles hanging heavily under her could not help muster any resistance. If it satisfied her so much to eat…could she really find fault in the changes?

The sound of a desperate squeal was followed by an acrid scent in the air, one her altered nose was amenable to. Cynthia was sure her friend had cum, filling Gladys’s lips with pig seed. The long red penis flopped out of her muzzle, its shape oddly twisted around itself like a corkscrew. What really surprised Cynthia was that it still seemed erect, as though Cathy had more to give. She was squealing, humping the air as though still trying to get off. Much to Cynthia’s disgust, there seemed to be more semen oozing from her cock, as though there was a bulge within that she was trying to expel. Her still-human face was twisted in an expression of pleasure, as though release was the best thing imaginable.

The sound of rapid footsteps caused her to look up at the familiar face of the manager, leering down at them in distress and amusement. “Look, it barely took you any time at all to give in!” Heather sneered. Though lost in her feeding frenzy, Cynthia could barely think to reply. Her shame was not enough to save her from her fate, and on some level, she felt she deserved this humiliation. 

“I like to fit actions to form, and the three of you certainly made pigs of yourselves,” Heather explained, moving toward Cynthia and slapping her on the ass. “But I think I certainly hit your true form on the nose! I don’t expect you to understand my husband’s work, not that it matters. You’ll be stupid, horny, fat pigs for life now, so you might as well enjoy it!”

As ashamed as Cynthia was, she could barely keep her head up long enough to beg for reprieve. Her mouth was dripping food, and all she could think to do was stick her head back in the plates and dig at more. She was starving, getting fatter all the while as she pulled in plate after plate to feast. Soon, her hands were functionally useless, fingers unable to feel with the nails that had grown over them. But it was hardly a deterrent, especially as Heather set down several more plates on the floor for her inspection. Sniffing intently, Cynthia could not resist the urge to shove her face in one after another, lost in the frenzied feeding. 

The rancid stench of pig feces hit her nose just then, and Cynthia felt a deep shame washing over her. She hadn’t even realized she was defecating until it had piled up behind her, made worse in that she had no control over the act. Yet, the most disturbing part was that her body felt the action was natural. As she continued to raise her tail and void her bowels, Cynthia couldn’t be bothered to move from the spot. There was so much food in front of her, and even the stench of her waste didn’t quell her hunger!

“Disgusting pig! You know, I think the best part of the change is that you keep your minds. It won’t stop you from acting like the animals you are, mind. Not only are you going to stink for the rest of your lives, but you’re going to love it! Dirty pigs!” Heather sneered, and what human skin remained around Cynthia’s face blushed at the insult. Yet, no amount of self-restraint could bring her to stop debasing herself!

While her changes were behind her two friends, Cynthia’s feeding frenzy was quick to cause her to catch up. Her porking figure was close to 800 pounds of virile boar. A stiffening in her fingers left her to struggle, their tips numb and unable to feel even the floor underneath her. The same was happening to her feet, ankles thinner as her shoes slid off with the remnants of her clothing. She was sure she couldn’t stand, even if her ham hocks could hold up her girth. Pig hide bristled with sparse hairs, though it was left largely bare and off-pink shaded. All that remained human was her head, though a pressure in her jaw made her sure that was soon to change, and she would be a pig in full. Yet, the more she ate, the harder a time she had to find fault with that…

As little as Cynthia was aware of the room around her, she noticed Cathy had started eating again, her body still shivering in orgasm. Her face was largely porcine, pushed out with layers of fat bobbing from her chin. Her nose was massive and flared, taking up the top of her mouth as she grunted through her meal. As her ears flopped over and her body defecated of its own accord, it was obvious there was little left of her humanity. Yet, some fear persisted in her beady eyes, as though she was aware of what she was doing and unable to stop it. 

That was hardly the worst of it, however, as Cynthia was soon to understand. Enraptured by her feeding frenzy, Cynthia had lost track of her other friend before it was too late. Gladys had moved behind her, and even a pungent fart was not enough to deter her interest in Cynthia’s ass. Even though her features were scrunched up in an expression of disgust, Gladys forced her face into Cynthia’s rear, inhaling deeply. Her own corkscrew cock was extended from her sheath, bobbing its intention. As much as she had changed already, there was still some humanity left, enough to be fucked away in a moment of bestial passion. Yet, Cynthia’s squeal of protest was not enough as Gladys’s fat body reared up to fuck her, sealing their fates. 

“Just let it happen like the dirty gay animal you are. You’re going to love it anyway, so why not give in?” Heather taunted, having stood back to avoid the stench of pig. All Cynthia could do was look helplessly at her with increasingly beady eyes as the boar’s corkscrew cock worked its way into her stained asshole. 

Much to her chagrin, Cynthia was amenable to the fucking, her own cock still throbbing underneath her. She was fine to eat while being fucked, the twin pleasures serving to remove the humanity from her face. Her hair had fallen away already, and nothing about her fat body carried any semblance of its former womanly contours. Breasts had been engulfed by fat, though new visible nipples ran down the length of her flabby belly. Her hog’s tail wriggled from her backside before Gladys’s weight crushed it down. Hips had already flattened, putting her on all fours forever as massive boar balls jiggled underneath. And all that remained of her humanity was her head, though as her eyes turned black and beady, that was soon to alter as well. 

Gladys, too, was rapidly losing her body to a boar. Grunting vigorously, her lips parted from the force of a pair of teeth expanding. Soon, her new tusks sat curved in front of her muzzle, which was extending outward with each pump. She was getting heavier all the while, even pinning Cynthia down with her girth. Snorting and grunting, she seemed eager to allow her face to push out, crunching with the growth of bone and muscle. She was drooling, tongue panting as her hips thrust forward at a steady pace. Any thread of resistance was lost in the heat of the moment, and she allowed her head to change all the way, damning her to become a pig as well. 

All Cynthia could do was squeal, not simply from the pain or fear of changes. As much as she hated to admit it, the sensation of a corkscrew penis within her bowels actually felt exquisite. It filled her so completely, thrusting in and out and pounding pressure on her new prostate. Better was feeling the boar’s testicles slapping against her own, building up her pleasure as she felt her penis grinding against the floor and her belly. Every sensation of her new body was dialed up: her taste buds, her anus, and her skin. And as her former friend continued to screw her, all she could do was allow herself to fall over the edge and let herself go. 

Squealing in a higher-pitched tone, the pressure within her testicles reached the breaking point, and she went into a sudden but welcome release. Unlike her female equivalent, the pleasure that rushed through her loins was all centered on her prick, causing her to writhe from the overstimulation. It almost hurt to have her sperm forced from her corkscrew penis, though so much was released she could perceive its warmth against her flabby belly. Shivers continued to play over her body, the prostate pounding seeming to prompt more boar semen to eject from her balls. And it was just the tip of the iceberg of what she recalled from Cathy’s own release. Part of her could already perceive a sperm plug building up, and the pressure was enough to extend her orgasm well beyond any human equivalent. 

In her post-orgasmic haze, it was hard to focus on the final changes to her visage until a wet crack forced her muzzle in front of her view. Much to her chagrin, beady eyes were somewhat reduced in scope, Cynthia finding it harder to see compared to what she had known all her life. However, her sense of smell had exploded, finding nuance even in their feces and flatulence. The odor of their porcine bodies was surprisingly arousing, and Cynthia almost welcomed her nose flaring and flattened on her features as she breathed in. Ears had crawled up the sides of her head, flopping over and taking in their heavy breathing and frantic heartbeats. She could twitch them just slightly, though barely thought to do so in the heat of orgasm. Tongue fat in her mouth, a part of her thought to reach down for whatever scraps or morsels she could find. Boar tusks pushed their way out of her lips, and the rest of her teeth altered to better chew through whatever was in reach. Yet, she would not move beyond the boar above her, even if she could crawl out from under her girth. She wanted to be fucked, to allow Gladys the same release she was still drowning in. 

Even grunting as she was, Cynthia was largely ignorant of Gladys’s orgasm as her thrusts grew more frantic. Yet, the warm sensation of pig cum filling her bowels was a sign of her release, and Cynthia relished the persistent sensation as her prostate was perfectly pounded. Gladys was writhing in her own orgasm, and her bulk was perfect to provide pressure against her penis. It was likely she wouldn’t be getting off her back anytime soon if Gladys’s release was to go on as long as her own. But in the heat of the moment, Cynthia found it hard to find fault with that truth. 

Their porcine orgasms lasted far longer than any could have anticipated, giving time for their fat bodies to cement themselves. While they could not talk, the expressions on their faces betrayed their desires. And in their post-orgasmic haze, any thoughts of disgust were left by the wayside. It should have repulsed them to be pigs, to be surrounded by filth and food scraps. To be massive, fat meat animals desperate for cock. And yet, it had all been so satisfying, to eat, to fuck, to act as animals with no care. Perhaps it was their tormentor’s wish for them to give in and live like the animals they were viewed as. But the truth of the matter was they were more content than they might have imagined. Like literal pigs in shit, they were in their element…

With offerings of food, it was easy to lure the boars to a truck and to their eventual pig pen. Despite their fear for their fates, the scent of food was not something that could be ignored. Brief flashes of human intelligence worried for their future, especially as boars with little use other than to be sent to slaughter. As though reading their minds, however, Heather was quick to assure them they would be kept alive for research purposes. Such was hardly the best news, given they would likely remain fat, horny boars for the rest of their lives. It was depressing, given how it was clear they would never be located or recognized as the humans they once were.

Even life in a reeking pig pen was hardly a deterrent for their hungers, both physical and sexual. While they could not speak to each other, there was no denying the satisfaction of feeling cooling mud over their fat bodies, the mess hardly a deterrent. They were free to eat as much as they wanted, and their puckered anuses were eager to take each other’s cocks whenever they were horny. And in a bizarre sort of way, it was a life of ease and content they had never known, as disgusting as it was to their former human sensibilities. 

While they could not speak to them, they could still understand human speech, and the researchers seemed to take an odd sort of pride in watching them feeding and fucking. What was most shocking was that they weren’t the first batch of bad clients to be changed in such a way.. If the restaurant staff had been able to change people without being caught, then there was no telling how many lives would be reduced to mere breeding animals. And worst of all, from the way their caretakers were talking with each other, it was just the beginning of their experiments…