Not That Kind Of Pig
#8 of Random Transformation
Warning: 18+ Naughty Stuff
The walls of Rob's cell were damp and there wasn't another soul in sight. His scrawny arms shook in fear as the rest of his body shook from the cold, his scrawny body being half naked except for the leather tightly bound around his crotch with buckles and metal buttons, near crushing his shaft and balls. On his hands and feet were strange leather gloves, the ones on his feet only covered his toes while the four rough pointed digits covering his entire hands worked their way into a glove all the way up to his wrist. What frightened the once brash punk the most was the hood over his head. Though it had eye sockets, it was so large that it mostly kept his blue eyes in the dark while completely hiding away the brownish blond hair on his head. Overall it seemed his being an asshole had gotten him into a real bind.
Out of nowhere, they came back. Rob scuffled across the floor as best he could, but as soon as they opened that cell, they were on him. They wore masks, masks with animal heads, and they were big. The tallest of them wore a horse head, his body bulging and completely shaved from his chest all the way down to the leather shorts he was wearing. Rob barely got the chance to notice the crotch of the shorts looked like the sheath of a horse cock, because the other two, wearing a jackal mask and a Rottweiler mask, picked him up and carried him out of the cell. They were so strong that he couldn't even struggle, feeling what felt like paws on his shoulders. He cried out, but the cries were easily muffled by the hood over his head.
After dragging him down a dark, concrete hall, they slammed open a door before tossing him onto a cold, metal table. He struggled to get up again but they were on him in a flash. Frightened, Rob franticly looked about, but he still couldn't see well past the eye sockets of his hood. All he could see was the area around the table and he could smell something burning. Then he heard the sound of metal. Grabbed by the back of the head and neck by the Rottweiler hooded man, he was forced down on the table and forced to turn his head to see the glowing embers of a fire and the horse hooded mountain walking towards him, his oiled body glowing orange of the pit. The red hot brand at the end of the poker in the horse figure's hand made Rob squirm like a fish. He moaned out pleas of no. Turned over so that he could just barely see his right ass cheek, he could see the pleasure in the horse man's big brown eyes, even past the hollow blackness of the mask's sockets. As the brand was pressed into his pale ass cheek, he let out a cry that excited both the other hoods, their nipples starting to throb on either side of their slightly hairy chests. As soon as it was over, Rob's tear filled eyes looked back as best he could, thinking he would see scorched or cooking flesh. Though he could still feel the pain, he was surprised to see only a black mark. This black mark...was in the shape of a pig's face.
All of a sudden Rob's body twitched and his back painfully arched. Crying out with his jaw open as wide as possible, his cries suddenly turned into a high pitch squeal. The three beast men backed away with grins on their long faces beneath the hood, the one with the Rottweiler hood letting his long tongue hang from the mouth of his mask, reaching down to stroke over the knotted red cock hanging out of the slit in his leather pants. The jackal gladly got on his knees and started servicing the Rotty, parting the lips of his leather mask and working the throbbing cock into his mouth, gagging on all ten inches up to the knot.
While the two dogs sucked greedily at each other, the horse man watched as Rob's body contorted. Rob squealed, lifting his hands as he felt them crack and mold. But even through the pain, he was starting to gain the painful desire and need to fuck or be fucked. Rolling to his knees, he started to hump, throwing his hips forward and back, throwing his ass into the air. Snorting, he watched the horseman walk around the table in front of him, drool running down his lip as he scrunched his nose, feeling his face crack as it really started to fill the hood. He whined as his nose scrunched and then stayed that way, the tip flattening out as his nostrils widened. Just as his ears became pointed and were shifting to the top of his head, the horseman reached out with his hoof tipped fingers and grabbed the back of Rob's head, "You want this don't you little hog?" he asked, bouncing the huge horse cock hanging between his legs. Rob squealed and slammed his bulging muscular arms down on the table, humping air because he couldn't control himself anymore, he was just so horny.
The horseman laughed as he reached up with his other hand and tore off the mask, revealing his muscular, toned horse head before slapping his palm on the back of Rob's head, impaling his mouth down onto the throbbing phallus prick. The changing pig-man gorged himself on the rough texture and leathery scent of horse cock, still thrusting his ass up and down, clenching his eyes as he felt muscles ripple down his body. He grunted and gave off a boar cry as he pulled away from the horse's cock, drool running between the horse's shaft and the pig mask as he grinded his shifting pig toes into the table. So hungry for cock, he swallowed the horse whole again, moaning as he felt that huge shaft work half way down his throat. The greedy pig who had never taken cock before, was working his throat muscles around it as if he could not gag, taking more and more until he was lustfully lapping at the horse's big, heavy sac.
As a thing pelt of rich brown fur formed between Rob's shoulder blades, the two dog men got off the floor and climbed on top of the pig, fighting over who was to abuse his ass first. It didn't matter who, because as soon as throbbing dick pierced his ass, Rob squealed, opening his mouth as huge globs of horse jizz flooded his mouth. Like the hungry pig he was, Rob was all too happy to take it both ways.