FSE

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Picture it. High up in the crisp, clean country air away from the smog of city pollution. Shades and hues of green land of varying growths and crops checker their differences over the landscape. Bright, growing yellow green of plants from above filled in one corner of the expanse stretching out in front. It broke where a single, thin gray rod broke it off from a deepening shade of green that melded naturally into clumps of trees just speckling and texturizing the distance.

More squares and plots of different hues, adding more white and paling the green into a mere smear of coloring over otherwise sandy plain dirt. Far off, letting the thin path of the road guide up through more plots, more shades is a clump of buildings. Blocky, squat structures of a small town. Closer up, the familiar names on aged signs over doors read like the middle of a small-town movie: "Bob's Bait and Tackle: I won't bite, but the fish will!;" "Mick's General Store: All You Need and More;" or "Mamma Gene's Tavern and Hair Salon: Clip and Sip!"

Then, the larger structure of a single screen movie theater flicked down from the corner. It's now showing sign only half lit up any more, with naked bulbs dull around its rim. A spattering of stalls at a market populated the corner of a parking lot off from the single pathed road, but the rest of the buildings were nondescript; some tidy and some aging and crumbling. Then, the road branched into dirt and packed down earth the further and further from town.

Off, back towards the splotches of green, there's another mark on the land. Instead of the town, this break in the smooth flow of green came in the clump of buildings of a farm house. The large, peak of the house sat beside the squatter side of the barn in aged, but simple red barn beside a pale yellow house with a stretching porch that curled around the front and side.

Inside the walls of the house, down into the hallways of the family home was a closed door. Just within, on the bed splayed with an expression of late morning laziness, laid Terenz. His eyes were closed, basking in the morning sunlight streaming into through the window and the knowledge that without school today he had time to avoid his morning chores for a few extra hours of sleep and lounging. His arm stretched up, draped up over top of the pillow and exposing his tanned, strong biceps from hours out in the sun- a classic requirement of any farmer's son in the area. The strip where his t-shirt ended on his arm and the sun couldn't reach up any further showed in his shirtless, half-asleep state. Short hair was mussed across his forehead as his mind wandered madly still in the airy space when one isn't awake enough to face reality yet, but awake enough to remember what it had once been like.

Slowly through his mind, he saw a floating, beautiful vision of Janice. Janice, the adorable girl next door at the farm house just up the dirt path. He could remember walking up the path, sun bright blazing above his head when the corn went far above his head as a little boy, then it all blurred as the corn sat at his nose, then at his chest now when he strolled down towards the quaint farm house, much like his but in a sheer, tidy white instead of yellow.

His eyes closed, he pictured her lying across a horizontal bale of hay all hazy in the background. She wore braids, loosely tied together to keep her hair from flying into her face as she worked or rode. The rusty, mixed blonde of her hair caught the sun and glinted beneath its glow. Her eyebrows were raised, suggestive or playful? Usually, in the captivity of reality they'd be playful. She'd be waiting for him, with eyebrows raised in a challenge, "Did you crawl here?" she'd tease if he'd been late, which he often was when chores held him back at his own home, but she'd have been up early enough to finish, flawlessly working while finishing still looking amazing.

But in the holds of a half-dream, her eyebrows were suggestive. They wondered, "Do you like what you see?" One arm, tanned to a warm golden shade from her time outside, tucked beneath her head before her shirt began, a pale purple flannel top that was unbuttoned on top so that it spilled open just enough to show a glimpse of her cleavage all warmed and tanned so that the peaks of her breasts were toasted, like caramel had been poured over the vanilla peaks of her creamy skin. Down, at her waist, the shirt rode up and showed a glimpse of her bare skin just above her low slung jeans before they covered down to her boots and hugged around all her curves in worn, well-loved denim.

He sighed, staring at the mental image of the girl, "She's so hot... I can't believe she's my girlfriend now." Finally, after years of crushing and hoping, he'd been able to rope the girl into a date. First, she'd begrudgingly been his 'date' to the local rodeo since, as she said with a smirk, "I'm going anyways, you might as well pay for me!" But then, slowly, he'd gotten to take her to the small town cinema to watch the one, second-rate film the theater could rangle onto their screen, then later, she'd gone to the farmer's market with him to try fresh pears and honey sticks while they strolled through the stalls and dusty streets hand in hand. Over time, their tentative dates had faded into dating.

"She's even mentioned marriage..." he remembered, lazily amazed at this reminder. The idea of the girl, vibrant and fit wanting to stay with him sounded plenty good to Terenz.

"Though, her mom hates my guts-" He knew it to be true that Janice's mother did not approve of her daughter's choice. At first, he'd assumed it was mere maternal protectiveness when she lurked in the curtain's shadow of the kitchen's window, glaring out with sharp eyes when he snuck a parting kiss. But then, he started to notice her eyes narrowed when he arrived unannounced or joined for dinner. At the mention of their future together, over casual dinners, the woman's entire expression would deflate with her eyes even widening while her mouth exhaled a long sigh.

"Ah, but she's so freakin' pretty..."

Across the hall, in another bedroom of the same house, another mind echoed the exact same thought; and under further investigation, the image revealed the same dusty blonde hair, high cheekbones and playful, smirk lips of the same neighbor girl: Janice. Terenz's younger brother, Jordan, happened to be hopelessly crushing for the same girl.

"She's so beautiful!" he sighed out to himself, rolling his eyes up before they flickered open. "Why'd my brother have to start dating her of all people! She shouldn't even be with him! He's cheating on her!" The kid shifted in bed, waking up and firing up in one sweep of emotion and awareness.

"How could he do that to her? Go behind her back like that! It's terrible! I can't even stand knowing! I've known for three weeks! Three weeks! And it's driving me nuts! How long has he been doing it? How could he!?" The kid exhaled a long, sputtering breath before he paused, stilling.

"Today though, that's going to end..."

Suddenly, downstairs, commotion began to send noise through the house. The clunking and shake of pans coming down from their hanging positions or slipping down out of cabinets while mother and daughter, the youngest of the siblings, worked side by side in the classic bustle of a Saturday morning breakfast. The heat of the fired up stove top began to flood through the house. It rose up, adding to the warming toasting sensation of the sunshine streaming into all the windows.

The two women, the large and the small version, both with their sunshiney caramel hair that glowed underneath all the morning rays. Toast, thick slabs of 'Texas" style soaked through with cinnamon spiced eggs and flopped over into a hot pan. Bacon began to sizzle, letting its rich fat escape down the pan and add more flavor and richness. The scent of the bacon, mixing with the butter of the morning biscuits starting to rise up in the oven quickly began to flood through the house.

The boys, upstairs in their beds, began to sniff and twitch their noses on instinct as the distinct potion of a mother's cooking summoning them out of bed. Eagerly awaiting breakfast, they filed through the morning routine of showering and dressing before escaping out to finish their chores before the food hit the table out of the kitchen.

Piece by piece, pancakes were flipped onto plates and the regular toast was buttered, french toast powered with sugar. Fruit was washed, wet still as it was sliced into bowls that splayed the table in an array of welcoming food. Then, with a clunk, the door opened to reveal Janice stopping in as she did often. "Where's Terenz?" Behind her, tailing more casually behind, was her mother, Edith, wearing apron much like this home's leader. "We want to invite him for breakfast!"

His mother looked up, adding syrup to the table before she wiped her hands onto an apron. "He must still be doing the chores" she shrugged casually.

"Let's go look for him, sweetie." Janice's mother murmured.

Side by side, they wandered out towards the barn before the heard a faint noise. "Ah, he must be at the shed, probably returning his supplies-" The elder realized, gesturing towards the source of the sound and the small shred behind their barn before they rounded around to see Ternez's back. Janice started to run forward to wrap her arms around him from behind in a surprise hug, but before she could, an unfamiliar hand extended out over the male's shoulder with the nails a bright, glossy red.

"Mmm, baby~" The mystery woman crooned, whimpering out a happy sigh.

A jumble of unintelligible whispers followed before Terenz's voice broke out clearly: "No, no. You're the only girl for me."

"Terenz?" she cried, shock freezing her into place. Her face instantly wilted at the sight of Ternez locking lips with someone else, especially as they rolled and pressed into the wall for a second more before her word caught him and broke his focus on the girl he otherwise was fiercely making out with.

"Janice?" He asked, suddenly dumbfounded at the sight of his girlfriend, mother, and mistress all standing in one corner of earth. Janice's face had scrunched up while her eyes started to sparkle with building tears. Her mother, on the other hand, started to harden her expression while her eyebrows turned forward into a sharp glare all too familiar to the boy already. Then, the girl against the wall of the shed just stared around at everyone, looking confused with her mouth hanging open a bit, lipstick smeared out of its bounds.

Terenz flicked his eyes from one female to the next, trying to figure out who to address first.

"Janice- Janice, I'm so sorry."

He went to move, picking the sobbing Janice as the most important, but when he went to step towards her, the mother's wrist gave a single, fluid flick and then he couldn't move. He strained, flexing against nothing, confusing the mistress so that she tried to push him, only finding that she too was frozen into place!

"What the 'H'?" she yelled, eyes flaring out with panic. Her body writhed inside the frozen prison, finding that the command to move did nothing down all of her limbs.

Terenz took another look at her mother. "What's going on?" he demanded, going quickly from shocked to scared. "Seriously, just what is happening? What's doing this?" The fear flashed in his eyes, almost childlike in the purity of the exploding dart of fright through his expression with eyes wide and breath hitching. Then, he quickly realized the mother's motion perfectly aligned with it. "Did you do this? How could you? What are you doing?" he shouted, growing more fierce. She merely fixed a steady, dead mom-eye onto him before she ssshed the pair.

"Be quiet and let me think about what to do with you two." The command, said in the calm, quiet, yet somehow massively amplified voice of a pissed-off mother, made the pair freeze more than they already were.

"Now... for you..." She turned to Terenz's lover with her focused eyes and gestured once. Slowly, in front of the frozen Terenz, he watched as the mother's power seeped into the girl's pores.

For moments, nothing happened and the brunette girl with a thin body and skimpy clothes on top stayed perfectly normal, but then her skin began to look different? A blurr, a fuzz began to show on her chin, spreading up onto her cheeks like a quick rash while it prickled and itched over her flesh.

"What's happening?" she tried to shriek, but all that escaped was a low groan instead. She shifted, stumbling forward suddenly as her feet seemed to completely disappear out from her as her legs buckled. She pitched forward until her elbows hit the dirt while her legs began to shrink and pop into their new structure. She scrabbled against the earth, kicking up puffs of dust and dirt before she looked up plaintively towards Terenz. His eyes were as huge as hers, baffled by the scene he was witnessing.

"What the hell?" he demanded, head seeming to shiver and shake while his eyes jittered in his skull, frantically trying to understand and cope with this at it occurred.

She let out another panicked sound from low in her throat before her entire body began to rapidly change. Her stomach began to inflate, like a balloon widening and sinking forward where it slunk against the ground. Where her feet lay quickly were replaced with heavy, rounded hooves that burst through the formation of her shoes, breaking through the seams of the soles and letting the hoof escape. Her hair began to fall off in chunks, instead letting flicking, cupped ears grow out from her head instead. The fuzz on her face, the rippling flash of spreading white, began to reach far out from just her face but down her chest and streaking hurriedly towards her new hooves. The white filled in, quickly blanketing all of her before black began to appear, only speckled throughout her form.

Before Terenz's eyes, the girl who had before been a lean, attractive human female standing on her two, long legs and rolling against him and the barn door, transformed into a four-legged, hefty black-spotted cow. Her stomach hung low, dragging against the ground until the legs had grown enough to lift her up from the dirt though the white fur stayed scuffed and sloppy. Once her stomach hung in the air, heavy and swinging, an udder began to swell between her back legs. With each change she went through, Terenz's eyes seemed to get wider and wider. He couldn't believe what was happening.

"A perfect addition to the farm-" Janice's mother muttered, flashing a brief half smile as the transformation completed leaving the lover completely changed. For a second, Edith's attention fell entirely on this poor, unfortunate young heifer. She stepped close, scooping a hand beneath the girl's heavy snouth. Big, doleful sad brown eyes stared up at her, but Edith just gave her nose a pat.

"That's what you get for swinging the barn doors open before you should be harvesting any of your crops-" she said with a little scoff before she bent and grabbed for the girl's heavy udder. Her judgement was obvious in her gaze, steely towards the neighbor boy's lover. She squeezed at one of the sensitive teats, giving it a tug hard enough that a spray of milk escaped. Then, her fingers continued to work and massage at it for a bit longer, miming what the cow would wake up to every morning of her life indefinitely now. "If you're a good milk cow, I might consider changing you back-"

Hope filled into the brown pools, making them glimmer.

"-After five or six years-"

And like that, the sparkle flickered out.

Then, she turned her eyes to Terenz. "Now, let's see...." She looked him up and down, extra slow. He felt his skin practically crawling, as though he could feel her scouring him. Then, her lips curled in a grin. "Ah, a nice breeding bull to compliment her-" she mused, starting to draw her hand up into a motion, but her voice was suddenly cut short.

"No!" The hoarse, sobbing cry of Janice's voice interrupted. "He's a pig! A dirty, stinking, cheating pig!" Her voice, thick with tears and snot, echoed out in Terenz's ears.

For a second, he felt a rush around him and expected with a frightened jolt that he'd suddenly undergo the same change as his lover had, but instead after a few seconds nothing seemed to happen. He shifted his weight, instinctively moving towards the pair again and this time finding that he could move. But, his legs felt wobbly. When he tried a full step, the motion simply didn't work. He wobbled. He felt a whoosh as though he was mid-trip, before he teetered onto two feet and started to stumbling towards the dirt. "Hey now! Now listen! This isn't what it's like! Let me explain-" He planned in his head, before he tried to say them aloud but instead of the words all that escaped was a grunting then a harsh squeal.

His eyes popped open wide and his entire head jolted back. "What the fuck?" he said, but again, the only sound was a single, harsh squawk of another squeal escaping him. His eyes darted from Janice to her mother beside her, searching for some sort of response.

The older woman laughed, amused and delighted at his building confusion and distress. "You see, Terenz... To the rest of the world now, you're just a pig." She paused a moment, fixing that unwavering and calculated stare onto his form and drawing it down the entire length of him, judging. "A big, chubby, beefy, slab of pig no less. While you appear as a pig to everyone, slowly, you'll also begin to change into one to fit the image everyone else always already sees."

She clicked her tongue once. "Now, walk in front of us to the pig sty." She paused a moment, letting him feel how his legs instantly started to jolt forward towards the direction of their families pig sty just across the road, already partially visible from here.

"You know where it is then, don't you?" she chuckled, flashing him a sly smirk. The way she looked at him, staring down towards him instantly struck Terenz. This woman, while she'd never really liked him, she'd never had this heft of power. She wasn't glaring anymore either, instead she smirked. She was amused at him. Terenz tried to fight back, to say something to her, but all that escaped was another low squeal.

"God! Why can't I talk!" he cried out, inside this time. He felt frustration building, wanting to do something, anything to stop this. He tried to dig his feet into the dirt, to react, but instead his limbs just kept trotting forward, ignoring his mind's command and following her instead.

As they walked, they breezed right past the back door of his own farmhouse. The smell of breakfast wafted out through the screen on the door, the richness of the buttery breakfast food he could have been eating, the thick, pungent wafting scent of bacon in the pan.

At first, his nose flared instinctively for the smell before suddenly the irony of the moment hit him and he felt a gurgling illness in his gut at the thought. "You're just a pig." His mind repeated, echoed. The juxtaposition of the echoing voice in his head, the voice reminding him of his fate with the smell of what cooked in his own home. His eyes turned up towards the window, hoping his mom might look out with some instinct he needed her. He strained to hear her voice, to send some silent message, but instead he only saw her through the window, sliding into her chair at the table, assuming completely that her son had joined his girlfriend for breakfast.

Then, he found himself at the pig sty. He could see in through the slatted wood slots to the thick, mucky slop of the insides of the pen. The mother opened up the little gate before she rolled her hand back, dropping the palm into a hard whack on the boy's ass to send him forward into the pen. "In you go!" she chirped while Terenz still reeled from the radiating intensity of the swat that met his ass. The knowledge that Janice, his girlfriend, just watched him get smacked like that made his entire face heat up with embarrassment.

He wondered, did Janice already see him as a pig? Did she see pinky, shiny flesh ripple beneath her mother's hand or did she still see him like he was- flushed and confused by this?

He stumbled forward into the pen, feeling the mud squish up into his toes and up the length of his calves. His eyes swam over, trying to see Janice, but she was already turning away. "Goodnight!" they waved and chirped while his girlfriend's eyes were distant, already thinking up what she would do with him in the morning.

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Clunk! Clatter! Bang!

Terenz groaned and slowly flickered his eyes open to the rude explosion of noise. "Jeez, keep it down-" he thought, swatting towards the side where his alarm clock usually sat, but instead he felt the wet slap of mud instead.

Eyes popping open, it rushed over him again. Everything that had happened yesterday in a blurred montage. "I'm a pig?" he asked himself, looking down, but finding that he still had his same human form. "This can't be a real thing. It's some mind trick-" he complained, rationalized to himself, but at the same time he saw the image of his lover from yesterday who now was somewhere out in a field chewing cud. "She turned her into a cow... so...." He couldn't even think the rest: "so I must really be turning into a pig."

The sound had come from Janice at the entrance of the stall. He watched her balancing a stack of containers, sloshing and clinking with the sound of pig feed inside of them. His eyes stared towards her, plaintively hoping that she'd meet his eyes with remorse and sudden realization. He imagined her meeting his gaze, her face softening, and then she'd say, "I'm sure you've learned your lesson."

"No, no-" he interrupted himself.

"I'm so sorry I over-reacted" she'd say. Then, her mother would change him back. Everything would go back to normal. He'd apologize. They'd go back to normal, back to comfortable and stable where he knew he had a date for Friday and someone to turn to when he forgot the homework.

And that would all start with her soft, regretful glance.

Dropping a bucket to the dirt floor of the stall, Janice turned her gaze towards Terenz with a single, steely second. Her eyes were cold and hard as iron before she clicked her tongue at him, gesturing towards an adjourning stall. "Go-"

He blinked, confused. The clatter and rush of the pig feed emptying out into the large trough filled the air; and then the splishing and squelching of the other pigs moving towards their breakfast followed, but Terenz struggled to hear something he'd missed. "Did she say sorry? Did she say, "it was all a mistake?' Surely, she did" he thought, though a tickle of doubt started to itch inside his mind. He'd woken up and convinced himself it was all ending, but he refused to believe that perhaps this was only the start.

"Come on-" Janice snapped, suddenly at his side with all his daydreaming. Her hand swatted at his rump again, sending him stepping forward hurriedly into a special paddock attached to the main pig stall. He felt the same bite of her fingertips as yesterday. The same echo of heat washed over his flesh. "At least it's a little padded" he thought sheepishly, thankful he hadn't watched his own clothes wash away into nothing like he'd watched his lovers' do when she'd changed.

As though reading his mind though, Janice gave a little shake of her head as she looked him over. "You know, it's really not right for you to be wearing clothes while you change. Let's speed up this transformation a little bit, huh? No piggie is going to need clothes!"

"What? No!" Terenz thought, feeling a hot rush of humiliation even at the thought of crawling around in this mud naked!

She focused her eyes on him, a harsh stare that took an obvious amount more effort than her mother's yesterday, but once she had gathered her concentration and snapped her fingers he felt a sudden rush over his body, but then just a fizzle of nothing.

"Well, let's do it the old fashioned way!" Janice chirped, unperturbed as she dropped her hands to wrestle the clothing off of the pig's body. In fact, she seemed to relish in the opportunity to grope him herself. He wondered if she'd even tried to use magic or if it'd been a ruse to cover up her simply tormenting him further.

The two visions of Terenz flashed in front of her, seeing both the magical veil of his pig self already and the clothed human beneath. In one, his skin already shown fleshy pink with thin, whispy hairs down its surface while his body swelled in a plump form and in the other, he was still a pale, peachy human. His knees dragged in the form of "back legs" while his hands pressed into the mud as the front pair. His nails gathered up mud beneath them, drying and crinkling against the flesh. His clothes were already soaked and smeared with the mud, especially his pants that plastered to his legs.

Hurriedly moving to undress him, her fingernails scraped into his waist, reminding him of entirely different moments when she'd wanted his clothes off.

"Just like the old days-" he thought with a little grin forward before the sudden lick of the hot sun tasted his bare back and he felt his shirt pop off his neck. "Careful there!" he snapped, only letting out a squeal. With his shirt gone, her hands grabbed at his sides. She squeezed, almost roughly, onto his sides where love handles would develop. "Soon they'll be some real meat here!"

She continued to prod at him. She poked at the various places of his gut to his sides and up his chest looking for the pudgiest spot with the most give in his flesh. Her prodding didn't pay any mind to his grunt of complaint or whines of discomfort, she just forged ahead in her manhandling. "It'll take some real feeding to bulk up your scrawny body now, but soon you'll be a nice, fat piggy!" she commented, murmuring to herself before she moved on.

Her hands moved swiftly to his bottoms, starting to yank them down the curvature of his ass. He felt her fingers first, curling around the shape of his waistband. Her nails scraped against the flesh before she had fully hooked her grasp in, giving a hard tug.

He tried to move to push her hands off, but his arms couldn't move back towards the small of his back anymore. Their range of mobility stayed locked forward like they were already just another pair of legs. He tried to say something, but the only sounds that escaped were grunts and squeaks. "Stop! Stop! Jesus! I can't even talk!"

Janice chuckled, raising a hand and swatting at his ass once- hard enough that the flesh jiggled. "Hold still now! Don't make yourself more trouble than you're worth! That wouldn't be good for you!"

He thrashed still, shifting in the dirt, but there was no way for him to stop her without his hands, so instead, he soon felt the rush of the air on his bare ass while his clothes were kicked away into the mud pit. They tangled into his legs, but Janice just kept tugging until they'd peeled fully down the length of his legs. Then, without the protective barrier of his pants, he felt the plain chilly bite of the mud on his calves. The seeping, rising sensation of the mud as his leg sunk into its depth.

His thighs pressed together, trying to hide his exposed shaft- to which Janice just laughed. He shifted, trying to bend more at the waist or clamp his thighs in order to hid his bobbing cock or swimming balls, but Janice could see everything from her vantage above.

"Like I haven't already seen that little sausage!" She smacked at her thigh once before she shook her head. She bent closer, sliding her hand around the shape of his ass before she cupped one hand around his balls. They sat heavy in her hand as she gave a small, testing squeeze and hmmed thoughtfully. Then, with a little flick, she watched them swim into his shaft bobbing and grazing them over the cold mud. With a whistle, she finally gave a short nod. "Yep, you'll make a nice breeding boar when you're fully grown!"

She took another second, bouncing his balls in her palm while the male tried to pull away or even just shift so that she'd stop, before she released them to drop fully into the mud with a muted slash. The cold viscous liquid splashed up around his entire groin and sent splatters onto his stomach above.

"Now, that's better anyways. You'll be much more comfortable as you change if you adjust to feeling nature this way soon rather than later." She patted his ass again, this time with no barrier so even the lightest tap of her fingertips made a little clap of skin on skin. "Come on now- Breakfast!"

He saw another trough inside this pen as he plodded forward. His knees, now without anything there, began to feel the mud crawling up his skin. It was cold, freezing cold the deeper his leg sunk. His toes squished through the mud, dragging behind in his crawl and collecting clumps of the muck. He felt it between the individual toes and gathering around his toe nails. "God, this is nasty!" he thought to himself, glaring forward.

"Well, at least I get my own food. She's just punishing me!" he thought as he transitioned into grinning smugly, preparing to see oatmeal or apples tumble into the trough. "Might be a bit dirty, but if this is what it takes for her to calm down-"

Before he could continue lying to himself, Janice hefted up a pale green container. He blinked. "Why is that so familiar?" Then, it flickered into his recalled memory as they had a similar green bag in their kitchen for their scraps; it was biotrash.

"You're a piece of trash, so fittingly, you'll only be eating trash-" Janice explained, smirking lewdly down at him as she started to dump the bag out. He saw the glimpse of crumbles of biscuit from the breakfast he'd missed earlier, smeared not with jam but with the dinner's spaghetti sauce and the drippings of discarded milk and coffee.

"There's no way I'm eating tha-" Terenz felt a sudden rush through the air, the same magic that he'd felt yesterday. This time, it sent him stepping towards the trough. His nose dipped, already breathing in the wafting scent of the bin. The sickly sweet scent of decomposing apples and peaches, smeared with the remnant of yogurt rushed into his nostrils; the glittery white fat cut off of last night's meat sparkled through the mixture; and the sound of it all, liquidy and still settling into the trough, filled his head.

Without his mind's consent, his body began to work without him. His feet shuffled forward, his own mind perceiving his knees dragging slowly through the mud. Looking down, he could see his bare chest. His skin looked so pale, so fragile and exposed against this backdrop of muck all around him. He could see the head of his cock, exposed to the world bobbing in between his legs slightly. He grimaced, feeling heat rush up his throat at what he must look like from above where Janice stood- naked and crawling through the grime.

"Go on now. Eat." With her world, the strain of magic amplified and he felt air rush past his face while his head dipped rapidly within the depths of the trough. The scent of it all hit him like a freight train only inches from the textured surface. He tightened his expression, trying to resist, but he simply could not.

Instead, his lips parted and he tipped his face into the muck to sample the pile of trash. He felt the overall sensation of it sliding down onto his tongue. It was overall an applesauce type, with a liquidus base connecting the larger chunks, but then those specific pieces stood out. There was something stringy leading the way and tangling into the notches of his teeth while something squishy caught on his front teeth.

On top of how it felt, there was how it tasted. The overall flavor was like that of gone-off jam, he could taste all the flavors melded together but overall something was wrong. There was a bitterness biting through all the other layers of flavor. The apples broken throughout tasted almost cider-esque with a sour taste. There was the fatty strings of steak clippings.

He gagged at it, feeling his mental instincts telling him to spit it back, yet his throat was already constricting, trying to swallow for it while his teeth had started to gnaw and chew through the various chunks.

"I CANNOT eat this!" he thought to himself, flashing back to everything he'd accidentally sipped gone off milk or taken a bite of a faintly rotten orange and nothing compared at all to this. This was a new world of disgusting. Yet, his mouth wouldn't listen to him. He had no command. In fact, his stomach gurgled and growled with hunger, as though queued by the taste of the biotrash mixture. His body wanted it.

His mouth continued to work, gnawing through the thick goop steadily while Janice stood over him. While he chewed and chewed, Janice thought through her various options.

"Hmm... What to do with you?" she mused, miming a scratch at her chin. He could hear her voice, though it was muffled behind the sound's of his own, loud chewing. The wet squish of the base liquid in his mouth and the added tearing of meat shreds and crunching of harder bits provided constant background noise so that he almost had to strain to hear Janice over it.

"There's always simply slaughter-" She broke off into a pause, leaving Terenz to suddenly face that reality. For a moment, she saw him being carted onto the transportation, being poked at with an electric prodder so that it zapped through his meaty ass or even just slaughtered here locally. She imagined the slim, packaged cuts at the farmer's market reading "Special: Terenz Pork."

Terenz pictured the same things, though in a totally different light. Suddenly, everything that had been normal practice all his life seemed like a production by PETA. He actually felt a bit sick at the mental image of himself plodding towards certain death, though that could have been the food.

Then, Janice used her foot to tap at the side of his belly, smearing mud from her boots onto his bare stomach. The cold instantly bit at his skin from the wet slop. "But, I think you're too skinny for that."

"Thank God for being slim!" he thought to himself, though at the same time his eyes stared into the steadily emptying trough filled to the brim with trash. "Though for how long?" He realized, with a sickening sensation, Janice's eyes too had fallen to the bin. Then, she lifted her food and squished at his stomach again, feeling for the growing bulge as the food he ate began to fill his gut into a bloated bulge. She chuckled, squishing at his stomach.

"Look at you go, you little trash compactor! All that gunk working down into this squishy bump!" Her foot poked at him against, actually imprinting the shape of her work boot's tread in mud against the side of his body. He could feel all the marks and ridges of the design on his skin before he glanced and actually saw the specs and smears that build the intricate footprint. Something about wearing this mark on him, about being stepped on, stung harsher than almost everything else- especially following the comparison to a trash compactor. Everything she said was so demeaning!

"Just two days ago she was telling me how sexy my biceps were!" He struggled to comprehend how he'd been so quickly diminished, but everything she said stabbed at his inflated ego, slowly releasing all its air.

"To think we almost paid to get a trash compactor out here when we snagged you for free! It's meant to be!" Terenz flinched at her words, comparing him to a mere tool, something that did a disgusting job! Trash compacting! Meant to be?!

"This wasn't meant to be! This-this was her!" he cried out, mentally railing against her words though he wouldn't admit it, he was only trying to convince himself of that.

She gave a soft moment of contemplation, as she continued to squish at him while murmuring to herself: "Although..."

"No, I think I'm going to sell you with the other young pigs on the market this week!" she chirped, cheerfully decided.

Terenz blinked. "W-what?" he thought to himself, releasing a short squeak of concern.

"Sell me? With the other pigs? I am not a pig!" he told himself, repeating it as his eyes flicked down his body. "I'm not a pig! See!? See!?" But, his vision swam to the mud beneath him, to the bulging of his stomach, and the trash smeared over his tongue and a little voice inside of him couldn't help but point out, "You are sure eating like a pig and you slept like a pig last night..."

Instantly, anxiety flooded his system. His eyes upturned towards Janice over him, shaking the last pieces of sticky, syrup soaked pancake into the trough with a wet plop!~ "You can't do this to me!" he cried out, trying hard to push past the changes in his vocal cords, but all that came out was a squealing whine instead.

Janice's face suddenly softened and lit up. "You are so right! Gosh! I'm so sorry!"

"Yes! Yes!" Hope flooded Terenz's body. He felt himself almost glowing with anticipation of what came next, how she'd change him back, let him go.

"I can't sell you on the marketing if you're not vaccinated!" she finished. Terenz blinked. He almost gagged on a thick apple core suddenly going down his trash chute of a mouth. The hope he'd felt, the swelling sensation of anticipation in his chest popped like a balloon. It just fizzled out.

"I'll get that!" She swung her legs over the fence and hurried towards the supply shed, humming as she went. "I'll be right back with that shot!"

As she left, Terenz tried to stop eating. "If she's not here, it shouldn't still work-" But, when he tried to will his jaw to stop chewing, all that happened was his throat swallowed everything half-chewed and he had to gag, returning it to his mouth before he had to chew it again to avoid choking.

"What am I going to do? What am I going to do?" he mused, confusion growing. "I can't communicate. I can't say anything! So, what do I do? I can't physically move against anything she says...." The more he mulled and mused, the more a sinking feeling dropped through his stomach as he realized there was nothing he could do. "So, I just have to mentally will myself to overpower whatever fucking witch-magic she has! Great!" He steamed with frustration, groaning at the weird film gathering over his teeth from the sludge he still chewed and chewed and chewed on.

"I'm baaaack!" Janice flipped back over the fence, clapping her hands together excitedly before she showed the slender needle balanced out of the syringe she held in two fingers. "Time for your shot! Don't want you getting the other pigs sick!"

"Other pigs, Other pigs, Other pigs..." It echoed out in Terenz's mind. He was one of the pigs. He was a pig. She'd done it for the second time now, referred to him effortlessly as a pig, as though it was all he'd ever been.

Then, with a jab into the beefy chunk of his ass, he felt her insert the needle. For a second, she worked the vaccination down the syringe, then, it slipped backwards leaving his rump stinging almost as badly as his pride.

"You know, it's so wonderful! Your brother, Jordan, the sweetie offered to help me with preparation for the sale- since it'll take some dedication to get you in sale condition-" She paused long enough to sweep her eyes over him in the same calculating, judging expression as her mother had before- the stare of Edith- as it was called around town because it was infamous in it's cold calculation. "With his help though, you'll be the best pig there!"

Then, with a cheerful giggle, she plucked up her bins and twirled back out of the stall, skipping to the barn and leaving Terenz reeling. His own brother was going to be involved in this? How sick!

For a few minutes, he had the passion to internally rant and rage against Janice and Edith and all their crimes against him. He complained to no one about the texture of this slop and the pain in his stomach from eating it, denying that a warm sensation of fullness and satisfaction was starting to blossom from his bulging stomach as he came to the end of the trough's fill. He pleaded with God for some mercy from these demons, albeit mostly melodramatically without any real sincerity. But then, with no audience, no one who actually cared what was happening or what he thought of it, he fizzled out into silence. Instead, for hours, he just stared around the pen while the sun beat down on him.

The heat began to grow, his skin almost feeling as thought it'd pucker under the unwavering stare of the sun's eyes. Without any barrier of his clothes or sunscreen to give an illusion of protection, the heat baked him. His eyes snuck to the other part of the pen where every other pig- the pigs, he meant because he wasn't one of them!

Then, his gaze shifted to himself. His naked body seemed to stand out too harshly against everything else. He couldn't help but try to shield his cock and balls from view, feeling too exposed as they swung between his thighs with any motion. To make it better, he could feel granules of sand clinging to his flesh in each crevice of his form. Around his balls, gathering in the natural folds of skin, he felt mud drying and sand clinging there.

He watched them sinking down into the thicker center of the pen where the mud deepened. They rolled into it's brown, glossy finish with satisfied grunts and squeaks.

Within the first hour, he grunted himself. "Ew! No! I'm not pig in the muck!"

By hour two, he shuffled back from the trough towards the center. "I just can't smell that trough anymore, the remnants of food... are gross!" But the cold kiss of the mud on his back feet and knees almost had him moaning.

By three hours from Janice's morning visit, he stared towards the wet glistening surface of the mud pit like a man who had been in the dessert looked at a sweating glass of ice water. His mouth slackened a little while some internal instinct mixed with the heat prickling over his skin and he finally crawled into the middle of the pit so that mud coated his legs and worked partially up his arms and grazed his stomach. The chill of it instantly sent relief across his sweating form.

Then, much to his surprise, the sty doors gave a yawning creak to reveal Janice's mother, Edith and his younger brother, Jordan. His brother wore faded blue jeans and a tight fitting shirt and a smug expression. He looked tanned and tired, he'd probably had to do extra morning chores! "Ha!" Terenz thought, "Stupid punk has to clean up my mess-"

But, Terenz's mocking thoughts quickly faded as Edith smiled and turned to the younger boy. "There is your brother. Right now, there's an illusion revealing him as a pig to everyone, but beneath that veil he's actually still undergoing a drawn out transformation into a pig- which is sped up by any of his pig-like behaviors."

Terenz froze. "What?" he thought to himself, seeing the trough breakfast and his own choice to slip into the mud! "No!"

"Which interestingly enough, he must not have known since someone couldn't stand the heat and went for a bit of a dip-" she crooned, smirking down at the pig-veiled boy. Beside her, Jordan laughed openly. "Wowee! That's what you get for cheating on Janice!" he spat out with a giggle, "Especially since you knew I liked her too! What, you thought I wasn't going to notice you sneaking around? You thought I'd just let you go around hurting Janice? That I wouldn't protect her?"

He paused, shaking his head while Terenz tried to process all of this. Something about how his brother spoke struck him funny, made his mind perk.

"Yeah. I found out about your little slutting around a few weeks ago and planned that little "coincidence" yesterday..." Jordan smirked, folding his arms over his chest while Terenz reeled. How own brother? His own brother had sparked this? Over a girl?

"I much prefer you, Jordan, to your brother as a son-in-law anyways! You're so much more polite and hard working, and so genuine with Janice! Accordingly, I've already set up a date!"

"Now to ensure he upholds his part of the bargain..." Edith raised her hands, murmuring to herself before she waved a hand at Terenz, flooding his body with the same tingling sensation as yesterday's spell, but stronger. "To ensure he grows into a fat, beefy first rate and very impressive meat pig! Just what you and Janice deserve to present together!"

In front of Terenz's eyes, Edith was giving away his girlfriend and his life! He'd always expected to work with Janice to raise perfect animals to present and sell at the market, that's what he'd been banking on! "How could Jordan do this? It's one thing to like my girlfriend, but to do all this to steal her! This is bullcrap!"

"With this spell, he'll have a more natural ability to fatten under the proper care you'll be able to fatten him up for the weekend and I'm sure that with some extra special treatment you can get the skin glossy and lush like it should be!"

"Jordan! How could you!" Terenz thought, just as his brother smiled and leaned down to pet his rump which to Jordan appeared like a rather slim, but otherwise rounded pig bottom, but to his brother was still his human cheeks. His hand stroked over the skin, fleetingly, but Terenz as fired up as he was, spun around and snapped at him. "Don't touch me!"

"Ow!" Jordan instantly narrowed his eyes. "You're going to pay for that!" He snatched up the clipboarding hanging next to the pen, meant to record notations about different pig's care and growth. He scribbled rapidly over the page before tipping it over so Janice could read it. Instantly, as she did, that woman's face brightened into a smile. "Oh! That would be lovely!"

Then, without sharing whatever he'd written, the two pivoted and turned away, leaving only an echo of their shared laughter.

The next day, Terenz found that first morning repeating again. Right on cue, as the sun peaked in the sky, Janice came twirling out of the barn with two oversized buckets. One with the clattering sound of food pellets shifting inside and the other with the wet, sloshing noise of fresh biotrash inside the plastic. Instantly, Terenz grimaced at the sound, but his stomach gave a wanton growl!

"I brought your favorite!" Janice chirped, sliding into the special part of the stall. "All our expiring food! We cleaned the fridge yesterday! There's some cottage cheese, some applesauce that turned all sorts of colors! We poured out some milk in there for you- it had quite a smell! Whoo!" She laughed, starting to shake and pour the waste into his trough. He could see the liquid running through it rush out first, splashing down into the trough followed by the exploding additions of the chunks and balls of rolled pastes. As it spilled into the trough, Terenz felt his stomach gurgling in anticipation, much to his own horror, but the same as the day before his nose instantly dove down into the pot and he began to chew furiously at the slop.

"I bet it tastes delicious!" Janice mocked, smirking down as the male started to eat. As she looked past the pig veil, she saw his skin shining more beneath the rising morning sun. It seemed to have tightened into a more glittery finish that made each of the little hairs across his back stand out more. She could trace their growth and the puckering, transformative changes occurring in his flesh- though it seemed that Terenz wasn't noticing it yet.

Perhaps since most of what he could see looking down over himself was caked with muck. The layers of dirt and mud on his flesh were building into a film. The highest levels on his legs and smearing up his chest higher and higher were the driest. They flaked off in dry crisps. He could feel the mud drying and sapping the moisture out of his skin. As the hours of the evening passed the night before, he could feel an itch building all through the flesh beneath that dry layer. It caught in the slight creases of his stomach.

Each crevices was filled in, like patching holes in a wall, with a thick paste of the mud in the pen. His toes almost felt like a single block rather than individual attached pieces because so much crud filled in the spaces in between. He had spent an hour, the last afternoon, trying to wiggle them free of the drying plaster filling their spaces.

With each grunt and gasp as his toes broke through a layer of the dried muck, fresh mud just seeped back into place only building on the now-jagged layers until he'd given up and let the mud-hoofs form around the ends of his feet. Then, he had to try to stop thinking about it, though his mind obsessed through the night.

"I can feel every granule. I can feel all the little specks of it under my nails..." Indeed, beneath his nails were dark brown with the mud shoved beneath the thin layer. He picked at it, but there was no way to avoid more mud slipping in over any cleaned spot- not when he slept in a pig sty.

"I'm glad you're adjusting to your home then." Janice said, having noticed he stopped finicking and picking at the mud so much. "That's an important part of your eventual adjustment."

Terenz looked up, repeating the words he'd heard the day before of the spell over him: "which is sped up by any of his pig-like behaviors." Had he done it again? Sped up their process? Did he succumb to another trait of his future stance as a fat boar? His stomach began to slosh with building anxiety that stirred through it's already nauseating contents.

But, Janice didn't stick around to ease his distress. Instead, she gave the food bucket one more hard shake with a giggle and skirted away again.

The next day, it all repeated.

The same mixture of slop poured out from the bucket and splashed down into the trough with plinks and splashes of disgusting chunks within the more liquidus base. The color melded from a deep brown into a more brilliant shade of mustard yellow with flashes of the bright color of discarded egg yolks or fuzzy puffs of mold.

The same mud caked all over his body. The same stiffness filled his creases and crevices and joints where it all gathered and glued to his skin as it did. He felt it all flaking and oozing down his body with every second, especially when he bent into the trough to eat.

But, while these motions remained the same, his body continued to change. His skin had continued to tighten and brighten while a glossy shade of pink started to develop. The pale, almost whitened shade of peach before was almost entirely changed to a deep undertone of pink. The hairs covering his entire frame too thickened. They'd become coarser so they jutted out and down the shape of his body. Janice studied down his form when she arrived, noting these changes with a grin. "He must be giving in" she thought to herself, impressed at the rate and giddy for the boy to start seeing it himself.

To ensure he did, she brought him a heavy bucket of crystalline water. "Have a drinky poo!" she welcomed, setting it beside his trough. The water, crisp and clear in the bucket, sloshed against the side and disrupted its smooth surface before stilling as Terenz moved over it. As he did, he saw himself reflected back within the mock mirror before him.

His hair had been smeared through with speckled drops of mud. Sweat had soaked out through each strand and made it gleam with oily build up. He grimaced at the first glance at him, but the longer he stared he started to notice the tightness in his flesh. His face seemed to gleam with a different glow.

From above, Janice watched him take in the sight of himself. She saw his lip twitch, pulling up from his teeth in a disgusted expression at his own state of dirty build-up and confusion at the changes that weren't fully developed, but disturbing the perfection of his face.

Then, he dutifully dipped in a took a long drink while his mind mulled over this change. As Janice left, he didn't even notice with all the clouding in his own head.

"Am I really changing? That can't be possible?" Though, the more he stared at the water, he imagined, or perhaps even saw, the flickering of the illusion everyone else saw of his face already fully changed into a pig with a thick snout in bright pink, nostrils flaring and ears flicking atop his head while small, beady eyes stared back at his reflection.

Through the day, he began to feel a faint pressure at the base of his spine. A sharp, almost poking sensation. He writhed, trying to scratch it with the friction of the mere air above him, but it did nothing. What he felt, though he didn't understand where the discomfort came from exactly, was his spine starting to stretch out into the nub of a tail. It began to grow, first only a small notch out from his backside before it flourished into a full curled that showed a fleshy peach within its first hour before it became a bright pink coil that bounced out behind him.

"W-what is that?" he mulled, part of his mind knowing what would cause such pinpointed sensation from his lower back must be the growth of the tail finally coming into place, but the rest of him wouldn't accept that. The idea of accepting that he'd taken a new, dramatic step towards this transformation simply wouldn't fit down his mind's throat. He couldn't swallow this concept. But, whether he accepted it or not, the tail had grown. Now, while he kneeled down in the muck of his sty his body had pinkened and a tail had lengthened out from his spine in the familiar curled shape.

Of course, Janice too noticed this development. "Oh, goodie! You've gotten the tail now!" she chirped with a gleeful clap before emptying out his breakfast into the trough. It all sploshed out with the same disgusting waterfall melody he'd heard many times now. "Oh it's so cute!" She bent down, tweaking it with one finger. She tugged it so that Terenz could feel it spring back into place against his butt, making it impossible to deny her words. He could feel it, his tail.

"A tail?" his mind mulled, disbelief fading to be replaced with a new bitterness. The change was actually happening. How could he deny it when he now had a tail?!

"Perfect timing, really!" Janice crooned, continuing to tweak and tug at the tail idly, enjoying how it bounced back into its form no matter how much she tugged. "Tomorrow the men from the market are going to come pick you up! It's fitting that you should at least have your tail before they arrive! Of course..." she paused to add, "To them, you're already all piggy!"

"Now! Eat up! I think I can already see you getting a bit wider!" Then, she skipped off leaving Terenz feeling distressed and disgusted at himself.

******

Reeeeek-ah

The sudden whine of old brakes coming to a hard stop at the end of the long driveway to the farm house roused Terenz from his fitful sleep. He rolled over, feeling the mud plaster along his back with a disgusted shiver before his eyes made it out to inspect the truck.

The truck featured the same worn label along its side as the pick up truck his own family used on their farm, meaning the boy-turned-pig knew exactly what they were there for. Out from the front, two men in overalls and worn jeans headed straight to the pig sty. First, they plucked up the clipboard. Between themselves, they muttered short, tired phrases before starting to usher some of the other pigs towards the truck.

"Hah! She was bluffing! I knew she wasn't going to market me off! Not for real!" Terenz told himself, feeling tightness in his chest suddenly lightening. "I knew she couldn't really do that!"

Feeling all his distress starting to fade, Terenz practically let himself sink into the mud. The tension of knowing it would all end soon, that he was just suffering through some revenge let his shoulders finally sink back into their sockets smoothly as he watched the men load the other pigs.

"Ah... Wow... For a second I was actually scar-"

But the men came back, one actually pointing right at Terenz!

"Says that one needs a fitting for a nose ring."

"Oy! Got it!"

"What? No?! No! No?" Terenz backed up till his bare ass poked into the wood fencing around the sty. "This isn't actually happening!"

The man stalked over, swinging himself into the pen and fishing a small kit out from his heavy pants pocket. For a second, Terenz saw the small rings, a variety of copper and steel in silver and faded shade of rust across the man's palm before he shifted in too close. For a brief moment, the man grabbed onto Terenz's chin. The strange roughness of someone else, a stranger's fingers gripping his jaw sent a jolt through the boy.

To this man, Terenz looked just like another pig. But, Terenz felt the man's rough finger pads on his smooth flesh gripped on either side of his chin. For a second, the man just stared down at his face until Terenz felt his skin prickling beneath the stare. He was reminded of his stark nudity and the greasy, disgusting state of his body. He tried to shy away, but the grip on his jaw held him still and steady.

The sharpened end of one ring then lined up with the soft fleshy spot of the rim of his nose, fitting onto his human nostrils outer side while on the illusion cast over him it went around the circular edge of the entire snout shape.

The little pointy nub pushed against the soft flesh of his ear. The pressure of the pointed tip began to push at his flesh, piercing through with a jolt of discomfort for Terenz. He yelped, eyes going wide as he narrowed his eyes down to eye where the silver surface glinted out from the side of his nose. The sting spread through his skin with a quick pulse with the piercing, though the actual physical pain ended quickly.

The shame however of being marked, pierced like a common sow, stung much deeper than the skin. It wounded down to his pride.

"What do you think?" One guy turned to the second, gesturing. "Is one enough? Does it specify?"

The other looked over the note, starting to shake his head, though common practice often had more than one ring fitted to keep the pig from rooting around since one ring often was easy to simply avoid or didn't cause enough discomfort.

Terenz's eyes went wider. "No! No! One is plenty!" The struggle of communicating, when his voice had been utterly robbed from him and replaced with only meaningless grunt and whines. No matter how hard he tried to voice a complaint, a cry for help, or anything else meant nothing to the men. Instead, he squeaked and whined until the men gripped him tighter to ensure he didn't writhe during the application and quickly clipped another ring on.

"There we go!" The man gave Terenz's forehead a tap before glancing back to the notes. "Looks like we got an order to rinse him down and give a skin treatment."

"-And the hooves!"

"Okie-dokie!"

Terenz was ushered out of the pen, the man waving a hand and smacking lightly at his exposed ass over and over in repetitive, short motions to move him forward. He felt the skin, sensitive from hours under the sun's toasty rays, clenched and rippled beneath the touch. The feeling of a stranger's hand on him, on his exposed rump, sent a rush of shameful heat up the boy's cheeks and down his neck in a hot blush. He felt so violated.

"You found the hose?"

"Yessir!" A sudden jet of tepid warm water blasted into his bare ass, shooting liquid molestation between his cheeks. He whined, shifting away from the blast as it jetted down to his balls. They shook and swung beneath the force of the water. While he wanted to mud gone because it felt disgusting on his flesh, it had provided him with some protection. No one could see his bare cock and balls waggling beneath his gut if they were caked in mud, but the water was revealing them and forcing them to jiggle under him. He shifted more, trying to at least hide his shame beneath the angle of his body.

"He won't stop moving, hold him!" The first man barked to his partner, summoning a hand to grab onto the freshly pierced rings to keep him from moving at all- lest he wanted to pull on the tender flesh of his snout. He felt so trapped. So helpless.

"Come on! This isn't happening! This isn't fair! I'm a person!" Terenz cried out, but it only came from his mouth as squeaks and a finishing grunt. It was as though anything he could do had been stolen. He couldn't speak, they'd taken his voice and replaced it with useless animal grunts. He couldn't run, they'd crippled him into a constant crawl so that now his knees were tender and sore from the constant pressure and his feet were like forgotten dead weight behind him. He couldn't thrash away, they'd pierced his nose, essentially collaring him to these men. These men there to take him to market!

"Janice is really going to let them take me..." he started to realize, almost losing his breath at the thought.

"This isn't just a game?" he paused, his blood running colder. But, then he hesitated, self-soothing.

"No. She's just taking it as far as she can. To scare me. She wants to scare me. Gosh, will this piercing be permanent?" He blinked, imagining himself returning to school with two haphazard nose rings. Slowly, the image morphed into him swarmed by the small town girls who'd never seen such a daring piercing. "Yeah! Yeah! It'll totally be awesome when I'm changed back!"

Then, a blast of water hit his face to break him out of this fantasy and splashed him with the cold reality. "But... what if that isn't her plan?" His mind fell silent, confidence about his future faltering again.

The water continued to splash over him, breaking through all the layers of mud on his body until his pink flesh shown through plainly, shiny and puckered beneath a wispy layer of hair that also blanketed his new form. Terenz blinked, catching glimpses of his body out of the corners of his eyes with growing shock. "Am I... pinker?" he thought to himself, dismissing it yet still mulling over the realization with the passing moments. He was changing!

"He's got a bit more muck in the under carriage there, give it a good spray, now." The one man directed his partner with the hose, gesturing directly to where Terenz's cock jutted out from his groin while his balls smacked into his thighs beneath in their jostling from the spray. The man, in response, pointed the hose right towards his cock while squatting down so that Terenz's stomach didn't lessen the blow of the spray.

The force of the water hit him, sending his genitals into a shameful little dance that smacked and slapped them into his stomach and thighs and let them glimpse out from beneath the shield of his body for viewing. Hot, shameful red filled his cheeks at the thought of these strange men seeing him exposed. The water's strength actually slapped at his skin, peeling off the dried layer of mud. It washed him harsh, not like the powerful waterfall of a shower's head, but like the gush from a fireman's hose directly onto his more sensitive region. The mud sprayed out behind him, visually adding to the entire situation the underlying sign of "what a mess you are."

"Dang, this guy sure got it up in there."

"He was probably mashing them into the mud, not lady pigs around for it-" They laughed, the bark of their laughter suddenly filling Terenz's ears, adding to his building shame. He wanted to defend himself, to laugh it off, to say anything, but he couldn't speak.

"Eh, that's just what animals do-" The man said, shrugging. To these men, these strangers he really was a pig!

"I wasn't! I wouldn't! No! I'm civilized! I'm a person!" he wanted to cry. He wanted to set the record straight, to wipe this off his memory, but he couldn't. Their laughter imprinted there, echoing.

As the water began to find more skin than mud, Terenz noticed they'd brought a rough looking box out from their truck. Various bottles cluttered around inside of it as the man slipped into some black, neoprene gloves. The rustling sounds of gloves sent a jolt of anxiety down his spine. "W-what's he doing?!"

"Time for a skin treatment!" he said down to the pig, moving in closer. Then, he extracted out a plump, squat bottle with a sloshing liquid. "First, a general cleanser to get all the bacteria out from all your lazy rolling in the mud." He clicked his tongue as he began to pour out the soap. He felt the cold liquid slipping down the slope of his back before hands followed. The sudden grip of a stranger on his naked back sent a terrified jolt through the boy. The slick soap acted like a twisted massage oil as the man began to grope and rub down the entire length of Terenz's form. He felt the grip holding down his sides, grabbing at the developing love handles and sweeping towards his growing chest.

"Wow, this sure is a sloppy one!"

"Well, it is a pig sty, afterall."

The men laughed, filling the silence of their chore with jokes pointed down to the growing, messy belly of Terenz's body. He felt their laughter hitting at him, breaking him down while the hands of the man continued to work into his flesh. Rough, well-worn fingers rubbed into his flesh, molesting his backside and working towards his stomach where even more mud had gathered and clumped.

"He must have really rubbed down into that mud, it just does not want to come off!" The man's hands grabbed on one side to the extra meat on his sides, those fatty handles and used it to steady himself as he leaned over Terenz's form and groped blindly to clean his stomach. He felt the man grabbing at the forming paunch, pointing out just how much he'd grown in the few days eating like a pig.

"Would you give it another squirt here? This guy is really nasty-" The man requested before suddenly straightening. "Ma'am!"

With a laugh, Janice's voice stood out suddenly. Terenz glanced, realizing she'd come out and sat on the fence. "I was just coming to check on my newest pig! Make sure he's not giving you any trouble! He's a naughty one!" Terenz flinched, not wanting to see him like this- exposed and covering in glittering soap, groped by strangers.

"Do you need any help washing him down? I know he's a fat one, hard to get into all the nooks!" she mocked, sneering down at Terenz as she spoke.

"Oh, no. That's not- You pay us to-" The man stammered, not wanting to cross some invisible line.

"No! It's totally fine! I love getting my hands dirty- and it looks like this guy is just the project for that! Hah!" Janice swung her legs over the fence, jumping down into the mud with a splash. Then, she sidled right up to Terenz's face. She spread her legs so that she could lean over his front and reach to his shoulders and the front portion of his body. "You get the toosh, I'll get the top!" she instructed as she received a spurt of soap onto her palms before she set to work.

Then, as a team, the two sets of hands descended onto his body. Groping, squeezing, massaging hands began to work into his flesh. "Get nice and deep into the skin, I don't know what this one has been getting into. He'll get into anything" she snickered, nudging him with her knee to suggest her words had double meanings. "It's nasty really-"

As she scrubbed and worked her fingers into the meat on his bones, her hips rolled forward. She leaned far enough forward that his nose was captured in the space in between her thighs. The denim edge of her crotch rubbed onto his fresh piercings, irritating them with every little motion- a constant reminder that he'd been marked like a common boar. To top it off, he could smell her. With each passing moment, with each additional second of humiliating him, she grew more excited. He could smell her pungent enjoyment right there in front of his snout. She rubbed the denim on his nose, working her smell into his brain while her fingers dug into his fat.

"Oh man! There's mud in every little crevice!" she cried out, wiggling a finger into the space beneath his arms where they met to his body. She tickled at him, working out the flecks of sand dried in against his skin. "Can you even imagine that? Imagine spending every hour of every day with mud drying in the little folds of your skin? How irritating that would be?" She pretended to be chattering with the workers, just making conversation; but really she was summoning back every hour that Terenz spent in just what she described, suffering with the urge to itch and no possible way to relieve the sensation.

"Oh! Don't forget to wash the junk! It is probably dirty!" Janice urged, sending the man's hand down to circle around the male's cock. He worked over it roughly, washing to flesh in hard sweeps down the expanse of his entire genitalia. But, the squeezing motion no matter how elementary combined with the thick scent of Janice flooding his mind had Terenz distressed over his excitement showing. He felt the man give a cough. "You were right. This is a dirty pig. He's getting a bit worked up from his wash-"

"Oh you know pigs, they'll fuck anything."

Terenz practically groaned. He could feel the angst in the girl's voice. She was still caught in the full flood of revenge above anything else. "Janice!" he tried to say, "It was nothing! It was just some slut! Just get over it! I'm sorry! Can't you just break up with me like a normal girl?!" But only little squeaks vibrated into the girl's sex when he made any noise.

"I think he might finally be cleaning up." Janice mentioned, whistling with appreciative surprise.

"Time for the oils." The man agreed, layer out a few serving from various bottles. "First, we have a minor treatment for ticks. It's rarer in enclosed stys, but they can happen so I like to just give a good check for them and put this on. It's taste and smell are aversive to ticks, plus then if any other pigs haven't been as cared for on the way to market- yours won't get any additions to his coat." The first oil- for ticks- came out with a pungent odor. Instantly, Terenz felt his nose crinkled up while his eyes watered. The scent of it was rank!

"Now, for flies, there's another treatment. Just a spray for this-" Then, another layer of fluttering down droplets came with an even stronger odor! Terenz winced, wishing he could cough the scent away, but instead he felt Janice grinding into his face and blocking any attempt to escape from the flood of scents.

"Finally, the skin and hair treatment-" Unlike the thinner consistencies, this came out in a thick plop against his back. He felt the oozing texture of it before Janice began to work it down his legs and around to his belly. "This will make you so extra marketable. Soft skin, softened hairs, and gleaming pink flesh! You've even gained an impressive amount of weight in the past week! It's amazing really! I've never seen a pig get fatter so fast!" She mocked him, constantly mocking him! Laughing at this situation!

Terenz felt his cheeks burning. A shamed blush seemed to be a permanent part of his face now since he couldn't block their taunting. He couldn't evade it or ignore it. Every word played on repay in his head. Everything they'd said had been playing in his head for the past three days, worrying about his future overlapped within that shame. What was to become of him. He was being cleaned up, rubbed down, perfect for market. Was she really going to sell him? Was this not a game? Not a ploy? But real revenge? Cold-blooded and serious? Was she going to let him go to slaughter? Or would she buy him back and change him back lesson learned? For some reason, his gut didn't believe that hope was there any longer.

With the wet squish of their massage the soundtrack, Janice and the worker squeezed down the bulging sides of Terenz's body. Their hands swept against his joints, rubbing into the bends of his elbows and knees to soften the driest parts of his flesh. He felt Janice's bare nails on him, scratching and breaking up the soft touch of her hands while the man wore gloves like he couldn't bare to touch Terenz's bare flesh- like he was really something gross, a pig.

They worked down to his stomach, squishing and squashing the paunch he'd developed. He felt them pushing it, making it jostle against his body. Janice made a point of squeezing his upper chest, whispering into his ear, "Man boobies, ooh!" Before she squeezed her hands around the flesh, hard. "I wonder... did mom accidentally cast a sow spell?" She murmured, musing aloud before she started to grin. "Or, maybe you're just growing a pair of fatty tits!"

Finally, reaching a reprieve, Terenz breathed out a final sigh. "At least it's ove-"

"Time for the hooves!"

"Nooo! Dammit!"

Plucking up his ankle, Janice lifted what Terenz saw as his wrist, but to her really had a hoof at the end. The same, on his back, had a worker squatted close to his ass while he lifted up a foot. Then, they began to pick and rubbed the mud out from the crevices of his toes. Sharp, sweeping motions cleaned him while he was trapped between the two, totally helpless and merely contemplating his fate.

"Well, off we go then!" The men said, waving at Janice before they started to shuffle him onto the truck. He looked around, glancing over his shoulder, but Janice had already slipped back into the house, dismissing him. Then, before he knew it, Terenz found himself in the bustle of the market.

Typically, for pigs, there's a variety of single-pig pens in a line allowing interested parties to stroll down the line of pens. Anyone truly interested is allowed into the backside of the pens where they can enter and inspect any possible purchases. Terenz was shuffled into his own pen, hearing the squeals and yells of the pigs on other sides of him. The noise of the market swelled up onto his ears. Usually, he'd walk the weekend market, getting fresh slices of fruits and honey sticks to nosh on as he strolled through the other farms' goods. As he walked, he was surrounded with the bright scents of flowers out on display and the sweet bite in the air of fruits and baked goods. The noise of visiting street performers strumming guitars or singing old fashioned strains would fill his ears.

Now, instead, he found himself breathing in the rank stench of mud and other pigs. It was loud. It was stinky. He could hear the other pigs clomping around in their stalls and plopping into the dirt to rest once they'd given up on exploration.

"I can't believe she actually let me come here. I can't... Why?! How did I deserve this!?" He demanded. His eyes were huge, trying to assimilate to this environment, but there was no way he could. People were wandering everywhere, glancing into his pen where his entire body was exposed. His back prickled with their eyes constantly. His cock and balls were so exposed. He tried to shift into the furthest corner and lay to hide them beneath his belly, but then his ass still stuck out blatantly into the air.

Then, suddenly, he saw a sight that made his blood go cold. His own parents, mother and father, rounded to corner to glance over the offered pigs. His eyes went huge, staring up towards the familiar image of his mother's face as she leaned into his father's side and gestured around at the different pens, muttering to him as they walked side by side.

"No. No. No. Don't look over here." Terenz urged mentally. He tucked his head back, trying to hide further in the stall, but there was no where to go. There wasn't even mud to hide part of his body in. Instead, there was only dirt ground that left him exposed in the tiny stall.

"Ooh! Look at this one!"

To his horror, he saw his mother's eyes perk up as her hand waved over in his direction. She looked at him with interest, pulling his dad closer until they stood right at the edge of his pen. She could feel him, drawing her gaze over top of him, inspecting him. "I have been hoping for a new boar to breed the sows we have..."

Terenz felt a growing feeling of distress. Part of him expected Janice to appear and wipe this all away. Yet, another part of him knew that she didn't intend to do that at all. He watched, horror growing, as his mother began to lean over the fence further. "What do you think honey? He looks like a beautiful choice. Not quite as fat as I'd want for a meat pig, but we could fatten him up, try out the possibility of breeding. He could... maybe in the future be a meat pig after all. He appears to be gaining already." Her finger waved in the air, pointing to his gut and chest. "See, that looks like fresh gains, nice and squishy I bet."

Right on queue, Janice's mother waved from the backside of the pen. "Would you like to come around? You can come give him a inspection. Test him out." She waved eagerly. "Come on. Come on."

His mom, despite how much he wished and pleaded silently against it, entered the stall. Edith watched over the events, offering constant reassurance and praise. "Go ahead and get your hands in. I have some gloves if you don't want to touch him, but we did make sure he got a full wash before he came out today so there's nothing to fear."

His mother rejected the gloves, instead simply diving into her inspection. She dropped to her knees beside him, ignoring the scuffs the dust added to her jeans. Her hands fell right to his side. She started to squeeze her way up his back. She tested each portion for the fat content and the meat that was on his bones. She grabbed right at his shoulders and began moving down. Her eyes bore down on him, sending prickling chills up his flesh while she moved towards his exposed ass.

His skin crawled. Discomfort rising with each of her hard squeezes. She grabbed for his love handles, squeezing. "Oh yes, I can definitely feel some growth here. Have you been fattening him up recently?"

Edith smirked. "Yes. He's gained very fast! He's a real glutton! Loves fresh, organic trash! We affectionately call him the compactor."

His mom laughed. "Oh! My! That's perfect!" She leaned further over, sliding her hands higher to grab onto the paunch of his stomach. She cupped her hands beneath the entire shape, pulling it up and squashing it to him. Her fingers kneaded, pushing down into the soft give of the flesh. She pinched and pulled at it, testing the elasticity in the flesh as if imagining how much more it could grow with more fattening.

"He really is a champion meat pig still in development. On a good diet, he could triple in size at least." Janice's mother explained, eagerly catching Terenz's terrified eyes with a huge grin. "You wanna be a nice, big and fat piggy for us don't you?"

"God no!" he thought. Horrified at the sensation of his mother's hands groping him, violating his nude body. Her hands dipped to the bottom of his stomach, almost grazing his groin. But, then she moved back to his haunches. "I can definitely see him growing into a nice chunk of pork!"

"Whether you use him for his meat or for his breeding, he will certainly provide some of the best offspring possible from this market. He's young, very fertile."

"Oh? Let's see here..." His mother dropped her hand right onto one of his heavy balls. Her fingers gave a squeeze, working around the soft form of his balls.

"Ack! No!" he yelped, letting out a surprise squeak in return to her touch, but she didn't even flinch. She just continued to rub and roll the balls in her hand. Instantly, they began to expand and swell. Growing and double, then tripling in size; Terenz began to feel his balls actually pulling on his body. They felt so heavy he almost had the urge to squat down so they'd rest on the ground and stop putting so much pressure on them. They began to wobble a bit, spilling out of her hands- though she didn't see the veil of his magical cover shift at all, but Terenz could feel them becoming huge, board balls that were fleshy and tangling out from between his thighs with no possible way to hide them.

He twitched, trying to shake his back leg and perhaps disrupt the groping, hide them- he didn't know. He just had to do something to escape this flood of stimulation and shame, but a sudden tug came from his nose. Tilting his eyes up, he saw the familiar glint of his younger brother's stare. He had curled a finger into his nose ring, wiggling and twisting up his finger. Terenz froze, not wanting to worsen the bite on his sensitive nose.

"Lots of little piglets swimming in here!"

Terenz groaned. His entire family surrounded him as he squatted down on his knees in the dirt, utterly naked and exposed and humiliated. His young brother, who knew it was him beneath the veil, stood at his face. The boy was glowing with pride, enjoyment at the sight of his smug older sibling being groped by their mother. His father rounded around his ass, checking the inspection his mother had done. One strong, callused hand groped at his back thigh, squeezing hard into the flesh. "Needs some more fattening, but he has what it takes to be a meaty slab for sure. I can feel it in there" he commented, voice low and businesslike- unknowing that his own son was that pig in front of them.

Then his mother squatted by his waist. Both her hands held his balls, one in each as she bounced and weighed them in her palms. She was groping him, mulling over his chances at impregnating their sows. "Now, he seems like he'd certainly be a great option as a breeder. There's a lot of pent up lust in these balls. I can just tell." She squeezed again, hard enough to send a jolt through his entire form and a little shudder echo through his hips. "See? He'd take to any female. Not picky this one. I'm sure of it."

His father nodded, smacking onto the meaty expanse of one thigh. "If he doesn't pan out or once he's done, this would give us a good hunk of bacon right here. Nice and fatty, flavorful."

Every one of their comments cut deep. Already on edge, uncomfortable, poked, prodded, groped, molested, fondled- Terenz was running out of his fight to put up and withstand everything. Every word they said cut him down, reminded him of what they saw him as: a pig. Just a pig. Just something to breed or eat. If he didn't breed well, eat him. When they were done breeding him, eat him. He had no idea how to respond, his mind realed at the dilema.

"Can I give my opinion on the bits-" his father asked, his mom relinquishing his balls so that his father could grip each ball in his firm palms. His fingers squeezed harder, testing Terenz's power to withstand responding to the constant fondling. His mother's hands moved back to his stomach, squashing and poking at him. "He's got good squish. It's a good sign how waggling his belly is, means there's room to expand." She pushed the skin up him, pulling her hand away and letting it drop down and waggle before she scooped her palm beneath it again and repeated, chuckling softly at the way it swung side to side and wiggled with motion through the loose, fatty tissue.

"It'll fill up really nicely." She stretched at the skin again, murmuring under her breath as the skin pulled away from his form. The pinky skin slowly stretched out from his gut, reaching down towards the ground. The little pinch of the skin pulling away pulled his attention down to his mother. Her fingers weren't gentle, but not rough. Her inspection was firm, efficient as though she had no idea that this was her son.

"That's because she doesn't..." he murmured mentally, bitterly.

"Look at the elasticity here, but not so much that you can't get a good grip on it. See? Watch how I can get my fingers on this little wiggly bit of his stomach-" She demonstrated, grabbing firmly around a fold of his paunchy stomach's pouch. She wiggled it, sending a rippling motion over the entire surface of his stomach before she pulllllled it back away from him. "Watch how much space there is there! It will fill up nicely with grub and over time he'll get sturdier, fatter, plumper."

"Just picture it-" she described, meaning to talk to her husband and Jordan, but Terenz felt she was talking all to him. "With a good, full trough every day, his stomach will start to swell and grow and start to fill into this pouch. It will stretch into the skin flap here and get tighter and tighter and squishy- Ah! Then, then he'll be ready for butchering!"

"Butchering?!" Terenz cried out, a jolt shooting through his mind. He'd never even considered that they'd be butchering him!

"Eventually, he'll have a lot of really good quality meat." She squeezed him harder, feeling the squishing, tender texture of his flesh. Her fingers pressed into the give of the skin. He felt the pressure of the pads on each of her fingers first, but then felt the faint bite of her nails as her grip tightened more and more. Her palm, warm and a bit sticky after all her touching, stuck to him in her groping before her entire gripe released and left the imprint of her touch. Then, she simply repeated it again"It's so soft, it will certainly have a delicate and tender chunk of bacon from this cut here."

Her eyes tipped up, as though a cloud had floated down to hold her daydream suddenly. "Yes, with some good fattening, this cut here would be soft. Fried up in some butter in the griddle, beside pancakes. The excess fat would add all that flavor and the bacon would crisp at the edges but be thick enough to have the soft center where it just breaks beneath the teeth.

Terenz blanched, a deep rooted sense of horror burbling at the concept of his mother envisioning him as breakfast! She even licked at her lips while her hands squeezed at the soft, jiggling tummy harder.

"And the rest of him..." She shifted over, stroking a hand along the curving shape of his rump leading down to his bare ass cheeks. The gliding touch of her bare hand sent a jolt down his spine, making the skin prickle uncomfortably. At the base of her stroke, as she reached the bottom curve of his ass, she gave a hard squeeze. "Yes, I can see fat potential here- based on my past experience."

She fell silent, briefly as her fingers began to massage and grope down along the bottom chunk of his ass cheeks. The curvature fit right into her palm while her fingers stretched up along the meat of his bottom. "He's not fully grown yet, but his body surely predicts the body of an ideal meat pig. I can see fat filling in her, there-" She jabbed a finger into his stomach. "Up the entire length of his haunches. In all the right places really!"

Terenz shuddered. He tried to shy away from her, but with the group around him he really had no place to go. But his skin crawled. His mother, his own mother was planning his future growing into a fat pig! Something to eat!

"She was picturing me as bacon! BACON!" he thought to himself, shuddering once again before he suddenly felt her hand sliding down onto his leg with her fingers following the flare of meat down his thigh. "Yes, I can see it..." she murmured.

"This will be a perfect hind cut. It will be the perfect, large ham... Salted, and cured with just some simple flavors so that the meat and it's fatty flavor shows through. It will be so rich! It would rival the best italian porks!"

Her hand began to knead and work at the haunch of his backside, as though imagining she was already working to tenderize him as meat. Her nails scraped at him, tickling and pinching at the skin, but she paid no mind. She just kept working over the flesh, gripping down deep into the full range of squish. "Yes. I know exactly how I would do it too. I know how I'd get it to that quality. It'd take work to make it such a competitor, but ohhh.... Yes.." She crooned out a sigh of imagined pleasure.

"I'd have to cure it into that first class ham. I'd have to rub it in spices and salt." Her hands worked as she spoke, miming out her process. Her palm ground down into the flank of his backend. She groped the haunch, kneading the seasoning into the skin. "I'd massage it in, first with just one coating. Then, I'd rub and rub and rub. I'd press it into the flesh. Then, once the spice seemed to have just melded into the meats grooves and lines. I would add a bit more and begin again. I'd lavish that meat in care to ensure it's perfection. Plus, all the massaging would make it so tender, so soft and juicy."

As his mother continued to work over him like he'd already been broken down to just that hunk of meat, Terenz heard all her word amplified, like an echo. His own mom, preparing him for dinner. "She's never talked about showing me that much attention, but she'll show it to me if I'm dinner!?" He thought, bitterly feeling like his value had suddenly been increased as a pig.

"Am I better as dinner than-than as a son?" He thought, suddenly feeling more sick that bitter when he realized what he'd stumbled onto.

Then, when it was good and prepared then I could hang it high up in the storage shed so it could really cure." She prickled her fingers atop his skin, tickling and tapping at it with nervous excitement. "Yes, oh it's be perfect. Everyday I'd walk past it. I'd catch it glistening and ripening more and more with each passing day. The anticipation would grow as the sweet and delicate aroma began to deepen. It'd tickle my nose as it grew close."

Terenz's eyes went distant, seeing the future of his mother inspecting his hanging leg. His leg actually almost pulsed at the idea of it being separate from him, hanging up in the shed instead of attached to him. He could see her, spying it out of one corner of her eye when she went in for a tool. She'd look at him with a hungry, almost lustful glance. No more would her look be one of motherly love or concern, but with a deeper, primal desire for the meat.

Then, she might hesitate and step closer to steal a pinch of the meat from the far corner. "Oh! I just can't help myself!" She excused with a giggle. He could almost feel the pinch at his ankle as he pictured her pinching her nails into the tender flesh and yanking down a strip or hunk of the drying haunch. He flinched at the thought, twitching his foot a bit away from her touch.

Her hand began to hold tighter as she grew more excited. She held him hard enough the skin pulsed a bit. "Oh I'd get so impatient, but I would wait. I would wait months for all the moisture to evaporate. Then, finally! I'd be left with a delicious, hearty, earth delicacy of that perfected ham."

Terenz glanced up, nervously catching his mother's expression. She was actually drooling as she spoke. He could see just a faint sparkle on her lip. Her groping had too lost some of it's focus. Instead, now, she was petting at his buttock affectionately. "I have such a special feeling about this pig. Yes, this one has something about him-"

Terenz blinked. "Yes! Special! Notice! Realize! Special because it's me!" But, his mom didn't get the silent pleading message.

"It'll be so nice, something special, to get an authentic, homemade hammock instead of just any old one plucked from a supermarket!" She raised a hand, energetically slapping onto his ass. "Ack! I can't wait till you're fully grown and prepared!"

Jordan perked up and licked his own lips, grabbing at his brother's haunch himself by leaning over his plump body. "Can we have a barbeque and invite the neighbors? Would there be enough for pulled pork sandwiches?" He fluttered his eyelashes, innocently presenting an idea.

"Oh! Certainly! With proper feeding, this one would plump up. There'd be enough for plenty of cuts. He'll yield more than any pig we've ever had!" She slapped a hand onto his meaty ass, making the skin ripple out like a stone dropped onto a pond. "This will be a biggun'!"

"I can see this being a nice shoulder steak-" His mom continued, grabbing onto his shoulders and starting to rub and squeeze, testing the tightness and the give of the flesh. "He doesn't look like he's been too overworked so the meat wouldn't be too dry."

"That's so true!" His dad agreed finally, looking up from his inspection down at Terenz's groin. "This is looking good too."

"Dad, how can you tell if he's going to be a good breeder?" Jordan asked innocently.

"Ah! Come here! I'll show you some of the things to check!" His father leapt at the opportunity to welcome his son into the family business, ushering him to Terenz's backside. The boy inside the pig's form, slowly transforming into a mere animal, watched helplessly as his father released his sacs letting them sway and dance back into a steady position before he plucked up on of his feet, inspecting the hoof. "First, you have to look at their feet and legs. During mating, these take a lot of strain. You look at the toes and pasterns for strength and uniformity." They both poked at his feet, tickling at the soles that he felt them touching.

"Stop moving!" his mom urged, grabbing one nose ring. Every twitch then as they tickled pulled at the sensitive piercing, only adding to his discomfort.

"Then, you have to look at the testes like I was. They should be normal in shape and in size- not too big or too small- and normal looking. The width of them is directly related to the sperm count, but that's only one factor." He grabbed onto the boar's ball, urging his son to grab onto the other.

Terenz was agape with horror and shock. His father and brother were each manhandling his sensitive sacs. His father chattered and lectured about skin and color and texture, poking and tracing over the flesh of his balls while his brother asked a million questions and constantly jostled the ball. Other market goers, farmers and spectators alike peeked in and observed this free lesson all of them looking and judging Terenz's exposed ball sacks. He was horrified.

"You know what!?" his mom suddenly spoke, jerking their attentions to her. "I think we're decided. This is a great purchase! We'll take him!"

Eyes huge, Terenz felt himself suddenly ushered and pushed back onto a transport truck while Janice leaned into his mom, appearing out of the crowd like she'd been queued. "Hey! I wanted to remind you! This pig is part of a special bio-recycling project that I've been trying to start. It turns unwanted garbage into healthy, tasty meant! You should feed him only trash! It's his favorite!"

Terenz went red at her commentary, deepening the shamed shade as his brother leaned into the girl suddenly. "That's so cool!" he exclaimed. "I've been thinking of starting a movement for my sophomore project to try to get donations from the food services in town to re-use all their waste! Think we could combine our projects and use this pig to recycle waste for the whole town?"

"Oh my gosh! We could connect with the school! All the lunches that get thrown away!"

Terenz could help but grimace. He could already recall the sight of the usual school garbage cans in that cafeteria. Hell, even just the meals themselves were nasty. He pictures the gray slops meant to be gravy over top of mixed bakes that merely hodge-podged together leftovers from the past week.

Glimpses of what that trough would look like, half eaten fake meat chunks toppling down a mountain of sliding mashed potatoes or dried mixed vegetables. He wanted to gag, thinking about eating his peers trash! It wouldn't just be one family's germs on his half-eaten bits, but an entire schools worth.

"And the cinema? All the popcorn and soda waste! And the other farmers in the area! Maybe they can donate anything that they aren't going to use for composting already. Oh and the restaurant! And in return, we can collect feces for use as composting in gardens."

Suddenly, on top of the trash of the food, they added on dried popcorn that'd be over soaked with butter or soaked through and turned to mush by leaked soda. Then, the restaurant waste, clippings of their chopping work and leftovers from plates? That'd get the entire town's waste into his stomach, down his throat. He'd taste everyone's trash!

His mother perked up at this comment. "Hey! You can start with mygarden!" She clapped her hands with excitement. "I'd love to help you get it going too! I can get rid of my own garbage and get some quality compost in return!" She moved closer, bending down to rub and jiggle Terenz's stomach. She cupped his gut in her palm and jostled it around. His skin was more sensitive now, after so much inspection, the flesh actually felt tender beneath her touch now. "Not only can you be a garbage dump as you have been already, but now you can be a fertilizer too for my roses, hydrangeas, and daffodils!"

Terenz could picture her garden already. He knew exactly what she was referring to, though she had no idea she was talking to her son. She saw a pig, just a lowly animal in front of her. The idea of continuing to each garbage every morning, with his brother mocking him now on top of Janice, while they scooped up his shit to use... it just got worse and worse for him!

"Just wait for my roses to blossom extra big next season! Everyone in town will be asking me my secret. "How did you get such beautiful flowers? What soil did you buy? How did you fertilize it? What's the secret" And I'd say, "Oh it's just because I have my own personal fertilizer producing machine! The Piggly Wiggly 200!" She giggled softly, so excited at finding yet another benefit to getting that particular pig who she already had such good feelings about.

Terenz blinked, worriedly realizing that yet again his worth was being degraded down to a task. He was merely useful to them. His stomach churned with anxiety at this. Everything she said, all her excitement, all his value and use had nothing to do with him as her son- her firstborn son, no less! Instead it was just his ability to crap! The shit his body would naturally put out was more valuable than all his skills! His personality! His ideas! His mind! None of that mattered to her at all!

"You'll be so dual purpose!" She laughed, smacking at his tummy again. "You'll eat so much as we try to fatten you up to reach your full potential and with the recycling program it will be such a diverse diet that you'll be crapping huge portions of nutrient rich manure containing all the minerals and vitamins my plants need all day long! Every day!" Her hands fluttered, too excited not to fidget. "Oh the plants will be so lush and colorful and healthy this summer when they bloom!"

Terenz suddenly flashed forward to a early summer morning, when the cool air still lingered from the evening. His mom came out from their house wearing her usual gardening outfit of overalls and a bright, pastel pink top beneath with an oversized floppy hat to protect her face as she worked. She waved a hand up with her rake and tools tucked beneath both arm pits and a massive, empty bucket swinging forebodingly in her hand.

"No no! She's not really. She wouldn't collect my shit. That's just..." Clunk! The bucket clattered down to the ground at his backside.

"Come on! We have a lot of work to do today!" She encouraged, giving his ass a short pat before she stood over him, waiting and expecting him to shit on command right in front of her. All his privacy and pride stripped away.

"You know what?! No way! I'm not going to shit into a bucket like some common pig! I'm not just a shit churning machine here to turn garbage into something useful again! I'm more than that!" He demanded, railing against the idea that his own mother would value him only for his crap, that she didn't want him as a son but just for what he could provide for her farm and garden.

"Now now-" She said threateningly as he refused to play along with the plan. She squatted down, so that she was beside him before she showed a small smile. "You're going to work with me aren't you now, hmm?" Her fingers moved to his stomach, tickling at the skin before she found the greatest thickness and bulge. Then, she began to push and massage at the mass inside him.

Something inside his gut shifted, gurgling at this forceful moving. He tried to tighten his abdominals and somehow block her from this molestation, but he couldn't stop her. Her hands just kept working, starting with a squeezing, pressing motion higher and then leading down towards his bottom. Slowly, he began to feel it lowering into his bottom.

His buttocks, to his horror, began to spread apart. He clenched the muscles, trying to force himself back against her massaging force, but he couldn't stop the motion of his body slowly relaxing to let her hands push further.

"This can't happen! Am I really just a manure dispenser? Could this happen? No!" He cried out, mentally railing against it, denying it all as his butthole began to spread open to allow the contents of his gut to began escaping. Frustration burned through his entire body. To not have control over such a basic function like his own bowels seemed to stripped him of another layer of pride so deep it stung to his basic makeup. If he couldn't control when he took a shit, did he have any control left of his life at all. What more could someone take from him?!

Slowly, with her hands still squeezing onto him like a cheap toy, everything left him, sliding into the bucket with a single, wet plop.

"Oh!" She gasped, patting him atop the head. "A large one! You're such a good boy!" Terenz began to readen, hearing his worth gaged on the size of his poop, his skills at shitting being praised. Such a meaningless thing in the world. "My flowers have never been this healthy!" She continued, beaming. His cheeks just burned hotter, flaming.

"Oh and I'm sure the neighbors would love some compost of their own! And you'll learn that this family loves to help out!"

"Oh! We can even put his shits into a bucket to sell as an organic, locally produced fertilizer! Imagine a booth at the farmer's market! All the farmers in the area would want that fertilizer after they saw your amazing flowers growing to triple their size!" Janice practically squealed, building on their shared excitement before suddenly bending down with a hot hiss of a whisper. "This is so great, isn't it? Not only will you be a trash disposal- feeding on the scraps of what you used to enjoy as dinner from your own home, but the entire town and you'll also be a shit producing machine to fertilize green life. Hell, you'll even be putting money into mine and your brother's pockets. We'll be able to afford lots of dates together! Maybe even enough for that fancy hotel room me and you'd dreamed about for prom night! Hah! I hope that girl was really worth it, Terenz!"

Terenz's stomach only sunk more. He'd be a tool to fund not just some green mission, but he'd be boosting his brother's school performance. On his back as a fertilizing shit machine, Jordan would get an amazing grade, possibly even the local green project scholarship that Terenz had always wanted to get, but he'd be the tool to make them profit for their dating?! It'd be from his shit that his brother would seduce his own girlfriend?!

To his mother, his importance only came in how big he could crap for her garden. For his girlfriend, he was the way to fund her relationship with his punk brother, Jordan. Terenz himself, his aspirations, his hopes, his ideas for their future and the farm; none of that meant anything. They didn't care. He'd been reduced to a trash compactor. A fertilizer. Dinner.

"You can be the compactor and fertilizer for the entire area!"

Everytime she said it, every reiteration that he was just a compactor, a fertilizer, a pig... not Terenz, not a person; it started to wear him down, further and further. It cut down his ego, broke through any self-worth he clung onto. His own mother, over and over, cut him down to his meat, his shit, the uses she had for him, but not really for him.

"I'm just a trash machine? A fertilizer? Dinner? A breeder? What does that make... me?" Terenz suddenly found himself wondering, a sinking feeling settling through his mind, almost echoing out.

"This is the best! And we'll pilot it all with this pig! He's perfect! He loves any trash! He's our little compactor!" Terenz flushed, going beat red as Janice announced that he loved trash and he could do nothing to correct that statement.

"And fertilizer" His mom reminded again, grinning.

"We should make a website! Take pictures of him to use as our mascot! Then we can circulate it easier! And maybe it'll spread county wide!"

"State wide!"

"The whole country!"

Terenz blanched. The idea of the entire town see him like this, changing into a fat, trash-guzzling slab of bacon-to-be was bad enough, but the county, the country? Something permanently on the internet to be shared.

"Why don't we take a picture now and we can start a growth chart! Then we'll have record of how the bio-trash feed induced his growth over time!" Terenz stiffened, flinching at the sudden bright flash of the first image being taken. Jordan chattered. "That will totally help prove effectiveness for when I have to present to the assembly at school."

"Assembly at school?" Terenz's horror only grew! Everyone seeing how he grew fatter and fatter eating trash! No way!

"We can eventually make a mini video featuring him and all the good he's compacting ability is doing!" Janice agreed, clambering up with her phone out, snapping photos of him from all angles. Every flash of the camera sent another jolt through him, stripping away more of his pride, more of his ego and replacing it with sniveling, shy humiliation. She squatted right in front, taking photos of his face. "I can see that it's you in there- your eyes give it all away." She hissed out, flashing him a positively evil smirk before she skirted around to his backside.

"Ah! His ass barely fits on the preview!"

"Booty got back!" Jordan echoed, smacking at the flesh and laughing.

"Let's ride with him back to the farm and talk more about the details!" Jordan invited, much to Janice's delight and Terenz watched as his ex-girlfriend bonded with his younger brother over his social demise while he rode towards his new life back on his own farm.

******

"This will be your special pen!" His mom gestured around the fenced in area. It had one end that was deep and muddy, but then banked to a more sturdy ground of dry, dusty dirt leading towards his feed trough. He needed the sandier portion for support beneath him when the time to breed sows came. The other pigs were housed beside him, in their own shared pen with a wide deep pond of muck they all shared and a variety of scattered troughs. "Here you'll live and get your visits from the sows." She chattered to him as she rushed through the pen, checking some of the fencing and wobbling at the supports of the pen. Then, she smoothed the papers of a clipboard they'd just mounted beside the gate where they'd record and information about him and his care.

She looked it over, murmuring beneath her breath. "I want to just do a little more glancing over to make sure you're in breeding condition. We have a shot or two for you too, because I was told your vaccinations might not be up to date, that's no good. Nothing too bad! Just two pricks and a little physical. The farm vet is passing by on a home visit just for you!" She patted his head, you should be proud."

"Proud? Proud to be inspected by a vet? To be manhandled? I don't think so!" Terenz thought, bitterly glaring at the dust in front of him.

"Oh! There she is now!"

Right on her queue, the small town vet stepped down from her truck, carrying with her a oversized equipment bag slung over one shoulder. "This the new pig?"

"You got that! He's all ready for a good check up." She gestured down the entire length of Terenz's exposed body. "We already gave him our own inspection. He looks healthy with the potential for good fat growth and breeding, but we wanted your opinion since you were available before we put him to work!"

"Of course. Of course." She nodded, moving in gloss with a soft snap of her latex gloves sliding on. Her hands grabbed right onto the pig's haunches with a hard squeeze. She tapped at the flesh, testing the amount it bounced back beneath her touch. "Hmm, good elasticity, yes" she mumbled, quietly moving to his ass with the same groping text.

Bending over, her breasts grazed into Terenz's back. He could feel the faint pressure of her breasts pushing into him and the heat of her form. Then, she scooped up his stomach with both her hands. She had to juggle him a bit to be able to scoop up the entire contents of his gut before she started to massage and pull it up to him. "Pretty chubby already, aren't you?" she murmured, chuckling. "Got a real loose paunch here, he'll grow into that tub-tub."

He grimaced, mentally trying to detract himself from his current situation. He just wanted to travel somewhere else, get away from the building tension of feeling the young vet's boobs on his back while she mocked him. He felt something so degrading tempted and mocked at the same time, yet she wasn't even trying to tempt him. To her, he was really a pig. The fact that her breasts pressed it him, nipples rubbing up and down on his flesh through the thin barrier of her flannel top as her hands worked beneath him, didn't even occur to her as abnormal.

She lifted back up before bending back to his balls. "This all looks good for a cursory examination." The vet agreed, flashing a grin to the other woman. "Did you need me to do anything more in depth?"

"Well, did you have the vaccinations prepared?"

"Oh! Of course! I just didn't think he showed any of the cursory signs of needing them-"

"But we want him as protected as we can! Don't want anything happening to our future superstar of all the pigs!" She smacked at his ass affectionately.

"Oh?" Terenz thought bitterly. "You wanna protect me when I'm meat or shit or a garbage compactor? But you didn't protect me as your kid because I'm a pig now somehow!"

"Okay, first we just have some basic vaccinations." The vet moved in closer. Her fingers fell to his haunch. Starting to squeeze and pinch at the flesh looking for the meatiest spot to insert the needle. She smacked lightly at the flesh, hunting down the perfect spot.

"Ah, so many meaty options!" She said aloud, chuckling. "It's almost hard to tell which is the fattest!" Then, she just shrugged and pinpointed a choice spot. Then, with a space prick she inserted the needle. One after another she quickly worked the two vaccines into his flesh, forcing the liquid in with a small pinch.

"There you go!" She gave a small pat over the injection spot. "That all you needed?"

With a few exchanges, the vet departed. As she walked off, Terenz's mother circled back around to him. "Now, you're all ready to begin your job. You'll be our breeder. You'll breed sows twice a week, to make sure you've got time to get all built up in there!"

"For now, just rest up and tomorrow you can meet your first girl!"

******

"Oink, Oink..." Terenz suddenly twitched his head up at the sudden distraction of another sound. Flipping his gaze towards the gate, his eyes landed onto the first sow he'd been warned about just the day before. She was a dull brown, speckled with dried layers of mud and naturally spots down her hide. Her expression was listless, but she crept towards him with biological curiosity. As she walked around, heavy, stretched out nipples swung down beneath her.

"Ugh. Ew. I am not doing this" he thought to himself, coiling up one lip with disgust, but at the same time he felt something trigger inside of him. Some instinct suddenly had him rising up and stumbling forward towards the sow. While he began to trot slowly after her, following some internal signal he saw his audience arrive at the edge of the fence all attentive with notepads and pens at the ready. Janice and Jordan both were grinning, turning into each other with whispered commentary and preparation. "You have to come witness the mating to ensure everything goes correctly and to make a record of your boar's mating status."

Janice smirked, "I have a feeling this is one of his few skills-"

Terenz flinched, "Like I'm going to fuck some pig, that's disgusting. I certainly won't be giving her the benefit of the doubt here." He scoffed, yet he continued to follow after the sow. His feet seemed to move of their own accord. Each step too, he began to notice that his toes were shortening. With short glimpses down while his brow began to knit together with growing confusion, Terenz began to see that his hands were morphing into dark, split hooves at the end of his arm. Then, with horror, he realized his entire body was starting to rapidly change as he followed after the sow. "What is this?!?" he cried, but it came out as a short grunt, a common sound during pig mating rituals.

"Oh! He's already showing some of the starting markers of the mating practices!" Janice gasped out, clapping her hands and started to jot down rapid notes.

"No! Don't write that down! I'm not doing that!" But, even as he tried to say it, he let out another grunt and the sow released a wash of her earthy, rich scent of her heat over his nose. It twitched and pulsed with her scent, instantly triggering another wave of instinct inside of him. He felt a sudden slickness on his chin. Eyes crossing and dipping down, he saw the foam of salivia escaping out of his muzzle.

"Wait a second!?" His eyes darted back down vertically, seeing that he saw not his normal lips with their vague heart shape but the folded drop of a true, porcine snout. His nose jerked, sniffing in the scent of a fertile female. He even found his head suddenly dropping down to nose into her flank and breath in the scents from her ano-genital region. He suddenly felt a flush of shame hitting him. Something in him, something was giving in and triggering this transformation and making him begin these mating practices.

"Why? Why are you doing this?" he cried at himself, questioning his own willingness in this change into a pig. Obliviously, he ignored the fact that Janice was right there, providing any necessary magic to trigger the completion of the first stage of his transformation into a puckered pink, shiny fleshed piglet of a pig. Within the presumptive dance of mating, when his nostrils flared and filled with the scents of her rump and face and he grunted and ground his teeth until the sow fixed herself still and immobile ready to be mounted, his body completed the shrink and readjusting to change his legs into the shorter, stubbier type that supported his rounded, plump body. His ears shifted up to the top of his head, flickering with anxiety while he felt the bones within his frame actually change and shift to leave him fully changed into a sweet, pinky pig.

As he began to feel the deep urge to throw himself up into the mating position, he spotted suddenly that his mother and his younger sister had stepped outside too behind his father, sipping at coffee and hot cocoa respectively to pay witness to his mating.

"Oh! He's real close to starting isn't he?" his mother commented, bending down and peering at him until his skin began to burn and flare down his skin with shamed prickling. "His balls seem nice and heavy still, should be a successful mating."

"That is a good sign for the mating-" his father commented.

"It also seems the sow hasn't intimidated him or harassed him too much" his father commented, nodding. For a second, he actually felt a swell of pride too, that is until he remembered that he didn't want to be proud of any success as a mere mating partner of all their farm's sows. "He isn't too aggressive though, I hope he keeps up..."

"Janice, wasn't your mom going to come too?" Jordan asked, chuckling. "She wouldn't want to miss the beginning of this boy's career would she?"

Career... Suddenly, hearing his little brother mark this scene right here as his career. Career was a word he'd been hearing all his life. It was a word that meant doctor, farmer, teacher... something with purpose and success and meaning. Career was a point in his life when he knew he'd made it to his peak. Whatever your capital C Career was meant it was your thing, your calling.

"I sure wouldn't!" A new voice, but a familiar one broke in before yet another pair of eyes joined the growing audience just as Terenz felt his hips tremoring with impatience and the sow gave a short whine of her own communication before he mounted her almost watching his own body from outside of it. His mind was still stressing, mulling over the idea that this was all he was meant to do as his cock thrusted forward in's unique pig design and the mating process officially began.

With the hot squeeze and squelch of her vagina around him, Terenz felt like his entire world had slowed. Too much was happening in and out of his mind. He's been transformed into a pig, a real pig now. He felt hooves beneath him. He felt ears on top of his head hitting into the scalp when they flicked. His own breath came with snorting, snuffling sounds. What was left of him, the real him if he was a pig now... If he was a pig on the outside, mating like a pig, did his thought inside, the thoughts of a human matter at all?

"Do I matter? Am I still in here? Who am I even? Am I just a pig now... if one can tell who I am or hear me and I can't say anything, what's even the point, what can happen?"

Yet, while these questions swirled, a deep permeating shame filled him at the watchful eyes of his entire family and the neighbor's family all watching and seeing his cock fly into the immobile, willing mate before him. Everyone watching and judging and note taking on his sexual performance put a sick sensation at the back of his throat and a deep rolling anxiety in his gut.

The knowledge too that Janice and Jordan were mocking him. He could see them, smirking and writing notes to each other, wounded his pride. To see his girlfriend and his younger brother bonding over his misfortune that they'd inflicted, it degraded him right along with everything else like a sadistic cherry atop all the other misery. Janice was clapping for him a little. "Yeah! I knew this was where you'd find success!" He heard the edge in her voice, the jab while it sounded innocent and enthusiastic to everyone else.

"Oh! Now, everyone watch his anus. When that begins to clench, it'll signal his orgasm" his father reminded, sending all their combined eyes onto his exposed ass. A deep, hot feeling of embarrassment on par with all the other moment combined hit him as his entire family fixed their eyes onto one of his most private places. Then, right on queue, he felt the smashing sensation of his orgasm hit him.

"Ah! There! He's clenching! Now start your timers! Three minutes is average! Anything less may be a concern!"

"Three minutes!?"

Then, for the next several minutes, he felt the pleasure of an orgasm coupled with all the anxiety of everything else swirling through his mind, leaving him mostly exhausted as it trickled to a final end and he backed off from the sow.

"There! He seemed to do an above average session there!" his father commented, clapping!

"I just hope he's as good again tomorrow!"

"I have to do this again tomorrow?"

"Now! Your reward!" Jordan chirped, suddenly hefting up a sloshing bucket. The sound alone, a wet squishing sound of the content of the closed bucket hitting the sides with a wet sloptch! And then the faint plink of the harder pieces clunking into the sides and bottom, rolled Terenz's stomach with distaste. "Breakfast!"

The rest of the family began to lose interest after the mating ended and moved to their other chores. His father led the sow away, and his mother returned to the kitchen to prepare their breakfast. Left, after everyone parted, was only Janice and Jordan with his breakfast.

"We've already gotten a head start on collecting from the school and businesses, but it's not fully streamlined yet so this is mostly home grown garbage still" Janice gave the bucket a shake, repeating that disgusting slosh of its innards. As she stepped in closer, he started to get the wafting scent too of whatever lived within the confines of that bucket. The scent was deep, thickly earthy and rotting with notes of other mixed in flavors over top. He smelled the sickly rotting sweetness of pineapple or apples beginning to go brown. He could already picture them, forgotten at the back of the fridge after they'd been fresh cut up for breakfast but weeks in the past. By the time they'd been swept into this food pail, this pail marked with the biohazard warning sign because for normal humans this couldn't be consumed.

But, for Terenz, this garbage compacting pig this was his normal diet.

He knew, from experience, his mother's penchant for saving. No matter how much of dinner remained or how old it started to get she'd save it until mold became a fur coat hugging the items or it begin to solidify or they'd found a use for the food (or what had once been called 'food'). To think then what could be within that bucket, that bucket that acted as the first useful moment for rotted food the farm had seen in ages..

Horror raced down his spine. Then, pop! The lid of the sealed bucket came off with a loud noise and a new wave of its scent now unblocked. He smelled the festering of dairy and the more subtle rotting of vegetables.

"Oh, yes... There's is so many goodies in here!" Janice chirped, smirking.

"Yeah. You know how mom always is... saving anything..." Jordan mused, flashing an absolutely grinning smile down to his helpless older brother. The memory was there, fresh in his mind, of his mother standing at the fridge inspecting a stack of five containers, some with thickening old mixtures of leftover sauce and others with the trimmings of meat cuts with a look of hope and appreciation in her eyes. "I can't wait to find a way to use this up!" She'd say, ignoring the writing on the plastic bags that said a date from a month ago. "Maybe I'll make a stew... or that stray cat will bumble by again..." Then, she put it all back in the fridge, just waiting and waiting to find a use or to put it to compost it if it turned into pure mush or mold.

Terenz grimaced at the thought, blushed at the mockery, yet his stomach- speaking for his entire body drained from the work of mating- growled out for the substanence.

"Ooh! Looks like he's not so picky anymore!" Jordan said, laughing aloud.

Janice narrowed her stare with a sudden refueled taste for revenge, "He never was too picky!"

"Allyooop!" With a cascade of brown and yellow, the mixture spilled out into the trough. To the backdrop of his girlfriend and younger brother laughing maniacally, Terenz buried his hungry snout down into the disgusting mixture and began to chomp for the first bite.

Sure enough, he bit into a meatball he'd had for dinner at least a week ago back when he got to sit at that dining table and share the same status as his entire family. Now though, he'd become a spectacle for them, a tool, an amusement.

No longer son, brother, boyfriend.... He'd become the pig, the mate, the garbage compactor. His stomach rolled with discomfort at these ideas running through his mind even as he gave into them, gnawing through a softening stick of old celery. The strings caught in his teeth, jutting out with goofy green fringe over his gums. He could hear the sounds of his own chewing, the smacking wet explosions. It disgusted him. He hated it. He hated himself.

But he couldn't stop.

As he ate, bite after bite of the thick sludge of leftover remnants of what his life once was, he began to settle even further into his eventual role. On the frame of his young, pig body, each bite began to add the fat and muscle to define his form better, round him out further, as he began to change towards the image of a massive boar.

Weeks fly by in this blur of disgusting troughs inhaled into his tired body, sow after sow, taunt after taunt. Terenz loses track of how many times he's been faced with laughing Janice and Jordan. He begins to track the days not by time but with the budding relationship between the two. They touch hands and sit close, leaning into one another. Then, he notices them briefly holding hands as they carry the buckets of his food over.

"Ready for your morning fuck?" Jordan asked, flashing a broad smirk down at his elder brother before the door to the pen swung open to reveal the morning's sow for breeding.

Terenz narrowed his gaze into a stare. The flabby sway of her nipples seemed familiar as she wobbled forward into the pen with a curious, yet somehow bored expression. "You're just losing your mind-" He scoffed, but then he noticed the speckles of brown beneath a fresh layer of muck.

"That's the first one..." He realized. Like a ton of bricks, the amount of time he'd been a pig suddenly hit him. If he'd bred every single sow and was now repeating... he'd been like this for days, no weeks, had it been a month? His stomach started to churn. With a sinking feeling, his eyes took in his own body beneath him for the first time in too long.

Denial and ignorance falling away, he saw that he'd grown substantially since that first change. More fat and muscle clumped around each leg and swung down from his gut. The pink, almost cute coloring of his skin originally had deepened now. Layers of fat hanging down from his chin all slumped into each other in just a drooping arch of fat under his chin while another swept down his stomach to a pouch at his groin. His steps were slower, more thudding in the ground while his disgusting, mud-caked feet moved one in front of the other.

"Wow... Look how much he's grown, I hadn't noticed..." Janice pointed out, waving a finger down the length of his entire form- which was now bigger than ever.

"Certainly got as fat as promised!" Jordan agreed, sneering down at the darkened boar. The fur that had before been wispy over his pinky flesh had grown thick and coarse, like a sheet of pubic hair covering his back, he thought. The mud of the pen clung to the hairs, making Terenz look smeared with muck and grime down to his flesh. The tendrils of hair were dripping with a frozen piece of liquidus mud. "Got a bit grosser though..."

"A bit? He's a true boar now!"

Terenz scoffed. "The sooner I do this, the sooner they leave-" He thought, hefting himself forward to go after the sow. His motions though, now that he'd become self-aware, suddenly slowed. He seemed to move in slow motion he was so much bigger. His entire body rippled with the layers of fat clinging to his form. The sacs wobbles and jiggled with each step, smacking his dangling stomach into the ground. His balls too, massive between his thighs, slapped and danced into his legs with each step and forced him to slow.

"Awh! Poor baby! He's so chunky! Look at him try to run after her!" Janice laughed, pointing out the sow who skirted away from him. Her being smaller and more agile without so much added weight, she easily evaded his bumbling motions.

Jordan began to laugh too, watching Terenz helplessly chase after the sow in an attempt to finish his duty of mating. The two of them, their chorus of laughter echoing in his mind, only drove Terenz faster. His belly slapped into the ground and he was desperately aware of the flap beneath his chin dancing just beneath his gaze. Finally though, Jordan slapped at his knee and stepped up. "As funny as this is, I think the boy needs some help!"

Janice agreed, swinging into the pen to help corral the sow into a steady position where she idly gave into the immobile mating position. "There ya go! Get on up!" Janice urged, holding her breath until Terenz did and found that he only slide backwards weakly.

"Oh my! There it is!" Jordan gasped for breath with a sudden laugh. "You're so fat, Piggy!"

"How could you let it go this far?" Janice asked, giggling. "We all told you you'd become bacon, be dinner, how could you let yourself get fat enough for that to really happen?"

"It's like you want it, huh. You want to be a pig? Find your calling? No stress of picking a college if your life peaks at dinner time." Jordan sneered, chuckling.

"You know, if you can't do your job of mating, you're only option left will be bacon."

"You'll be on a plate faster than you can do a lap around this pen-"

"Can he even do a lap around this pen at this point?" Janice butted in, laughing.

Terenz was just taking all their words. He'd given up trying to respond, but his mind couldn't block them out. Their words echoed around and around in his skull while he tried helplessly to throw himself onto the sow. He pulled with his front legs, but only caught air. His stomach slapped at her ankle, but he couldn't get his groin up to her backside.

"Up ya go!" Jordan uged, actually helping and prodding him up onto the sow. Terenz felt a burning shame at his younger brother helping him up to the job of fucking. The most basic human skill, wasn't it, but here he was so fat he couldn't even manage this. It burned his cheeks with a flush. He felt a shamed lump gather in his throat.

"The one thing I thought you had a knack for... fucking everyone... And you can't even do it now without your brother." Janice laughed, punching Jordan playfully on the shoulder. They exchanged a look, full of amusement, a shared amusement. Terenz only wilted further, tipping his head down to look towards the ground, wounded and weak until their mocking. The two leaned into each other, bumping shoulders playfully.

Terenz gagged, disgusted at himself and their building relationship. He started to thrust madly, taking out this frustration mindlessly in the mating. He'd done it so many times now, the novelty had begun to wear off. It was just another terrible, humiliating moment in his entire life's scheme of drawn together moments of the same thing.

When his orgasm finally came, it brought no joy. Only a faint sigh of release left his lips as he was able to stumble back away from the sow and relax his strained back legs that had been shaking under the supporting of his own weight moments before. The sow, unceremoniously, was led away.

"Breakfast time then!"

"Not that he needs it!"

"I'm not even sure he would want it!" Jordan laughed, shaking the buckets. Their idea of gathering food donations from around town is in full swing. They went out daily to each of their many locations: the school, the town's diner, the movie theater, and a spattering of locals and farmers before they returned home to carefully store it for his breakfast the next day. They'd published a website and been documenting the successful campaign, only adding insult to injury really. His suffering fueled their project and their success fueled more of his contempt each time breakfast rolled around and they rubbed the whole entire thing in his face.

"It's really been so amazing. I never thought we'd get so many people involved, donating to our cause and helping it grow." Janice crooned, cheerfully clapping at her hands as she fixed her eyes on Jordan.

He smirked, "It really has been great, getting such a variety of garbage for you-" He winked down at Terenz, always amused at his elder brother's suffering.

"It's been so good for the town! Re-using all this garbage instead of it all going to waste!"

"And good for us! First we got "Most Impactful Community Outreach Award" and now we're being considered for the "Greener Living" Scholarship. I already know we're going to each get a "Community Helper" Scholarship from the school. The state has some rewards for green community projects too, this might be what gets us through into college funding!" Janice gushed, waving her hands.

"Not to mention, the town itself for having all been involved. If Channel 12 really sends someone to cover us, we might win Greenest Small town in the Western region this year. That'll give us something to put on the town's welcome sign!"

"I heard the sculpture class might commemorate our project in the town square with a sustainable copper likeness of the pig that started it all...."

Terenz felt a sudden sickening twang on his tongue. He'd been trying not to listen, their list of success at his expense made him nauseous at times, but he couldn't ignore this mention of him. He suddenly pictured it, his massive gut cast in metal to live on forever. In the town square no less, that's where events occurred, anything that meant anything in the town happened in that tiny paved space near the market. Everyone in town walked there at least once a week, would he really be shown there with his disgusting rolls of fat dangling down from his form forever as a symbol of his girlfriend and brother making it big with their stupid project?!

"Just picture it, having a reminder right there in the center of town all the time? A symbol of all we have done for this town!" Janice crooned, waving a hand in the air with pizzazz.

"All you have done for this town? Really? Wow! That's some self righteous shit!" Terenz thought, suddenly glaring up to the girl as she jabbered. Janice didn't even notice though, she just puffed with pride. "It was such a good idea to use our trash to feed the livestock! It was such a simple idea, but we actually implemented it!" She turned to Jordan, suddenly grabbing his hands tightly in her own.

Terenz felt his heart seize. This whole time, she'd been getting revenge on him. He'd always been the focus. She'd been torturing him, yeah, but in that moment, she didn't care about him at all. He'd been reduced to livestock. That's all he became. He was just a tool in her and Jordan's grand plan. The way she looked at Jordan. He wanted to run from the entire scene.

Jordan held her hands back, staring up at her. "I'm proud of us."

Janice turned, fixing her eyes right into Jordan's gaze with a softening smile spreading over her lips, "I couldn't have done it without you."

"Without him!? Without him?! It's because of me you did all this sick ass shit!" Terenz wanted to scream. He felt robbed of the tiny shred of good that could have come out of this wreck. He felt so frustrated! He was helpless! He just had to sit there while his brother stole his girlfriend! "This isn't fair! This is bullshit! How could he do this to me? I'm the older brother! That should be me!? That's my girlfriend! MINE!"

"Wanna get breakfast? Some infamous creamy strawberry waffles are sounding amazing right now."

"Hey, Chef Ron said he'd serve us for free to thank us for doing the project in the first place-"

"Perfect."

Then, without ceremony, they emptied the buckets into the trough. They cascaded out in a swirl of browns and reddish hues and the yellow glittered chunks. Terenz eyes could barely take in all the colors and textures captured within the gunk that flopped out of the bucket. The yellow in one portion was thinned and almost see through like the sloppy liquid of an egg yolk dumped after the whites had been used up. The withered flesh of discarded fruit, red at the edges but graying as the lines of the flesh deepened down blinked out from the darker backgrounds. Then the greasy sheen of bubbled, discarded and hardened sheets of oils and fats condensed together as they waited in a compost container glinted out of the mixture, catching more light than the rest of the sludge. Terenz's eyes seemed to play a game of look and find within the trash, trying to identify what was all in the mix; yet the more he noticed the more the idea of eating it nauseated him.

Then, in sharp contrast to what he saw before him, Janice and Jordan were chattering happily about their incoming breakfast. "Oh I can already see that golden shell on the waffles. That perfectly toasted yellow glow..."

"And the butter melting on top, all glittering and disappearing into the surface of the waffle. The cream on top, pure white and heavenly-"

"The ripe, glossy red strawberries on top-"

"Or the sultry brown of caramelized bananas-"

The sound of it all, splishing and splunking into the wooden container was gut wrenching even now. He could hear the chunks falling out first and hitting the inwards of the trough first with thuds and splats! Then, the liquid of it splashing and dribbling down in, sending a spray of some of it's greasy mixture out over Terenz's snout at the edge of the feed bin.

"The sizzling of the bacon in the pan in back..."

"The quiet murmur of the other people, waking up, chatting..."

Then, while it spilled out, the dank scent of it all washed out too. Like the salty spray of an ocean wave, Terenz's 'breakfast' smelled of rotten meat, aging milk, and the general scent of overdone school lunches and wet hay.

"The scent of the sausage cooking in the back, all the spices escaping into the air."

"The smell of buttery waffles from out from the kitchen."

As it all settled, the final bits escaping from their holding pen, out plopped a soggy, half eaten waffle- the same waffle that Jordan and Janice were off to get hot, fresh, topped with strawberries plucked that morning at the peak of their freshness, and with honor from the chef himself.

Left alone with his breakfast, Terenz just started into the bin. His stomach gave a limp growl, reminding him that as gross as it all looked this gunk had become his sustenance. Giving in, his nose dropped beneath the lid of the trough and took his first bite of the wasted waffle on top.

As he ate, he worked through all the donations collected from town- each time recognizing where it had come from with a ghostly image of the original version he witnessed in his past life. His teeth broke through the crisped, burnt edges of the school's classic dish. A rubbery hamburger smeared with too much ketchup and piled with mayo ground beneath his teeth before the dried bun on top and the sopping bottom half slide into his throat. These burgers had been the saving grace of his weekly lunches back when school still had been part of his routine instead of days spent idly fattening up in this shrunken pen, shamefully giving into the heat and sinking into the mud of the little pool left for him in dirt. He gagged around the memory, wishing suddenly that begrudgingly trotting to school was what he was doing.

Next he hit the discards from the movie theater. The salty flavor of fresh popcorn had been washed out by the half-drank remains of soda while the butter had all congealed and thickened on certain fragmented chunks of the yellowed corn. The melty, squashed bits of emptied candy boxes stuck onto his teeth, smearing a faint chocolatey stain onto each following bite.

The scraped off plates of the restaurant slipped down into his gut next. The scrapings of fattier pieces of meat, half chewed corn cobs, squished down mashed potatoes all went down into his compacting stomach along with the germs and saliva of anyone in town. Terenz chewed and chewed, trying to let his mind go silent, though he couldn't help but imagine what these dishes would have tasted like before. They'd have been delicious, perfectly balanced in texture and flavor, but instead now they were slimy and chunky with dulled and blended tastes on his tongue.

His gut started to roll over as more and more food spilled down into the trash of his stomach. He heard it gurgling as it began to mull and digest the chunks he swallowed down. It took almost an hour for him to fully chomp through all the thick pasty remains in the trough, then he lapped up the more liquidus drops clinging to the sides while a thick blanket of shame washed over him. Even without an audience, eating all this trash made him groan with humiliation. He chose to eat it, subjected himself to it, yet something told him to. Instinct for survival? He told himself so, yet another part of him knew that he was simply adjusting into his role.

Would he ever experience any of this food first-hand again? Or was he dissolved now down to just trash forever?

******

"Ugh... I don't even recognize myself anymore..." Terenz thought, eyeing his reflection in the bucket of water left out for him. His eyes scanned over the reflection captured there of this loose, drooping visage with hair coating his flesh. He shifted, eying down his entire side of all the thick, coarse hair growing across his flank. His balls too felt particularly prickled and roughened by the thickening hair. He constantly smelled himself too, a thick musk that hung in the air more like a cloud than an actual fragrance. He had been trying to hide the deepening aroma from Jordan and Janice by giving into the tantalizing sight of the mud and ensuring he coated himself with that to distract from his own scent. Yet, it seemed to be getting ever stronger because now even muddy he could taste the musk on his tongue.

Especially after have just finished another mating session, the musk only smelled stronger in the air as though coaxed out by the sow. The sow he didn't even know how to differentiate anymore. She had speckles but where the big ones the first sow? Had he made another loop through them all? But how many had he even done? He was losing track of the count for his sessions with any particular sow.

"How long have I even been like this?" he thought, suddenly feeling a mounting anxiety. "Was it months already? It hasn't reached summer vacation yet... so it can't have been that long!" He tried to do the math, but he realized that the day he was changed didn't seem so memorable anymore. It was a day awash in the fresher memories of mating and his purchase and each day's varying, disgusting combinations for breakfast.

"This is it isn't.... I've lost everything? Anything I still had that made me human? It's totally gone now isn't it?" He breathed in again, catching that musk in the air once more with a sudden certainty that by now, this time, he must have gotten that sow pregnant. The feeling came in his gut, just like a sense that it would rain on any given day, but he knew it and that only made it worse.

"If I sit in the mud now... and I eat the food... And I get her pregnant: what makes me any less of a boar than a boar?" he thought to himself, desperately trying to pinpoint an example where he'd resisted any of the changes recently. But, he couldn't. His days were just a blur of fucking and eating that globby pile of waste while Jordan and Janice flirted and teased him and then hours in the mud, hiding from the sun. He saw no attempts to communicate anymore, no escapes, no disobedience.

"You're just a dumb pig now, aren't you?" he asked himself, bitterly.

"Breakfast timmmmmeeee!" A singsongy Janice called out, interrupting his thoughts, as she swung out from behind the barn doors. Terenz squinted recognizing a familiar design on her sweatshirt.

"Is that mine?" he thought to himself, until he watched Janice turn back to beckon at Jordan to follow her and he saw the opposite side where the sweatshirt read "JORDAN" across the back, not TERENZ.

"So she's wearing his shirt now..." he scoffed. "Sisters do that. Friends do that." But, as he watched them dump his food into the trough, he noticed a closeness in their body language and a spark seemingly between their eyes.

"I think we finally had a good one this morning." Janice said, turning her fierce gaze directly onto Terenz. "I think you got that one pregnant. I just... feel it in the air, plus I think we caught her at the perfect time to breed, and the stars were just aligned! Or maybe... maybe it's finally worked because you accepted your role now as a pig, or rather a big, fat boar." She chuckled, smirking down at him.

Jordan leaned in. "How's it feel? To know you've finally hit your stride with your life's work? You've found your calling, I really support that. I applaud you, really." He laughed, placing his hand onto Janice's back. "It didn't even take you that long to break down."

"I did think you were going to resist a bit more-" he clicked his tongue disapprovingly shaking his head at Terenz.

"It as if you found you liked it..." Jordan sneered, chuckling.

Terenz scoffed at them, ignoring their mocking, but they were poking at the same wounds he'd been thinking over alone. In the back of his mind, the same questions of himself repeated. Had he given in? Did some part of him fit with being a boar? He tried to ignore these thoughts, banish them, but they persisted in that quiet, persisting voice whispering out from the back of his mind: "You're just a boar. You were made to be a big, fat boar."

Jordan and Janice both laughed, dismissing him now as they swiveled back out of the pen. Their hands stretched out, grabbing ahold of one another as they walked back towards the house for breakfast- just like Terenz and Janice used to do.

Terenz watched them go, despising himself for giving them a base to bond over and them for having the time of their lives as he suffered. With a deep grunt, he shifted his attention to his aromatic breakfast that wafted out it's stink from the trough. He could already see chunks of gray meat floating within the gelatinous mixture of discarded school pudding cups. A brief image of all the children in the cafeteria, mixing their lunches into the base of pudding to make the most disgusting concoctions they could before they finally discarded the food into the donation bin- leaving him with pudding as a glue to hold in chunks of corn, swirls of ketchup, dollops of mayonnaise, and unidentifiable bits of crumble desserts. Just as he took his first bite and began to chew through a fibrous cut of discarded meat, he heard Janice's laughter echoing out from the house.

He strained to hear what was making her laugh, but once he did he wished he hadn't. "Jordan! You can't eat all of that! You're such a pig!" Terenz's eyes just narrowed, glaring down into his disgusting, lonesome breakfast.

******

In what seemed like the blink of an eye, suddenly three months had rushed past while the sow he'd bred grew and grew and grew. Her nipples protruded more than ever and waggled with each step when he saw her in the specialized momma pen beside him. On the day the piglets were born, Janice and Jordan suddenly arrived at his pen in the middle of the day.

"Your little ones have arrived!" Janice chirped, clapping her hands eagerly. She ushered him towards the door. "We want to take photos to put up on the farm blog! But..." She paused, looking down along his entire body with an upturned lip. He could feel her judging him, though for the saggy layers of fat drooping off him or for the mud caked thick over his flesh he couldn't tell until she scoffed. "We've got to wash you up first, you're nasty."

Janice started to shuffled him out of his pen, forcing him to plod in front of her with his stomach waggling and swaying beneath him with every step until they reached a small paved square by their hose rigging used exactly for these jobs of anything around the farm. For a second, her harsh stare ran down his body again before she coughed. "I can't do this all alone. I'll be here for ages! There's so much to wash!"

"I'm going to go recruit help!" She turned with a little twirl and head toward the house, leaving Terenz suddenly out of his pen and staring at the road away from the house.

"I could run off!" he thought to himself. "I'd be stuck like this... but would she really butcher me?" He flinched at the thought. "Will she ever really change me back? Wouldn't I be better being free, wild I suppose?" His mind raced with the sudden split decision on what he believed Janice had in store for him. But, then, another thought wiped out the parallel ponderings. "Could I even run?" His eyes swept down over his bulging stomach and the waggling fat on his otherwise skinny legs and he realized that he wouldn't even make it to the road let alone the cover of the distant wooded area before Janice returned.

Pride stinging with his silent realization, his eyes turned away from the road to look deeper into the farm and away from the reminder of his size only to see a black speckled cow swollen with calf at the edge of the neighbor's barn while Janice's mother sat in front, milking her into a pail. He realized, bitterly, that was the girl he'd been caught with. "So she didn't get changed back any faster than I did-" He scoffed, realizing that her calf meant she'd been given the same job as him, though he really didn't feel any sympathy for her. Instead, his lip curled sourly at the reminder of who 'had caused all this anyways'.

"I've gotten assistance!" Janice's voice suddenly broke out, a happy echo of the laugh repeating behind her as Terenz spotted his little sister following behind with a bucket sloshing with white foaming soap and a fistful of scrubbers. Janice beamed as she circled around to his front and tracked where his eyes were sitting. "Oh... hmm." She chuckled just as the cow looked over with a doleful moo and fixed a long stare at Terenz himself. Janice leaned in, lowering her voice to a soft whisper. "Look at that, your old girlfriend! I bet she's just trying to take in the mere sight of you! And you are a sight! You've exceeded all my expectations... Becoming such a fat boar for us. Who could know that you'd get quite so big!! I mean, I had hoped, but you are just... So much more than we expected!" She bent in, scooping up a washcloth and squeezing it between her fingers before she pointed over to her helper. "Should we rinse him down first and try to break through the mud layer?"

"Will that even get it off?" The two giggled softly before Terenz felt the sudden blast of the hose hitting his side. They cranked the hose's power up so that the power of it actually stung faintly at his skin. It blasted through the dried, caked layers of dirt while the two girls commented on how dirty he was.

"It's so thick! That's so gross! I don't understand how someone could live with so much mud on them..." his sister said, quietly and shyly to Janice. Janice chuckled back in response. "It's not something any human could do, I'm sure! But for pigs it keeps them cool!"

Terenz flinched. He could hear her, drawing these definitions between herself and his sister as the humans while he'd lost his humanity when he'd become such a boar, a big, fat boar.

"I can't tell what is mud and what is fat! Ah! Look at his tummy wiggling! It's dancing!" His sister's sharp giggly laugh filled the air with the sound of the hose slamming it's spray into his gut which indeed did waggle beneath the force of the spray. He wanted to turn away or somehow hide that part of his body that felt so exposed and mocked by the girls.

The mud covering his body had begun to fall away to expose more and more of the hair and flesh beneath. With the largest chunks gone, they began to shift to find the nooks and crannies where more dirt and mud hid still to direct the sharp spray into the crease of his armpit, beneath the rolls of his chin, and into his groin. The water bite at the sensitive skin, making his chin rolls and the bulk of his balls swish forward and jostle around with the water's power.

"You missed a chunk there! By his dingaling!" his sister pointed out, waggling a finger by his crotch where his balls waggled from a rippling echo of the waters spray, just having started to calm down before Janice put the direct spray right back onto him and sent them jostling into each other again.

"There! Give him another inspection and then we'll get into the detail clean!" Janice directed, shifting up to Terenz's head while his sister started to visually inspect his nude, transformed form.

"How does it feel?" she suddenly hissed out into his ear in a hushed tone. "To be nude in front of your little sister? Have you poking around?" She smirked at him, showing a glimpse of how much she enjoyed tormenting him like this. "To be reminded of fat you are, not just by me? Because it's not just something I'm saying to you, no no! It's just a fact of life now that you're a big lumpy, fat boar."

"I think we got all the big stuff!" his sister suddenly chirped, thankfully pulling Janice away from her commentary, though she'd already said enough to have Terenz wilting internally. She tore him down at every opportunity, breaking through his pride, forcing him to look at each and every one of his flaws over and over so there was no way he could ignore it or escape it.

Then, already shamed and flushed, Terenz felt them began to wash. With each girl with a soapy bucket, a few bottles of mixed soaps and toners for his thick, rough skin to help soften and shine it and a sponge and a mixture of worn wash clothes, they squatted onto either side of him with Janice up towards his head and his sibling lingering down to where she'd been inspecting at his rump.

First, their hands descended into their buckets and fell onto the widest expanse of available skin being his back and sides. The wash clothes slapped down onto the jiggly flesh, making it ripple before they began to scrub into the hair. For a few minutes, Terenz almost felt a reprieve as they fell into the soothing rhythm of circular, cleaning strokes on his broad back. But, once Janice bent towards his neck to start washing higher up, she began to slide the cloth into the folded layers of his wide throat.

"So many layers and creases here! I hope I can try to get them all washed!" Janice murmured, sticking a finger up against the largest roll of flesh and pushing and squishy at it so her sponge could slide beneath. She rubbed vigorously, making the fat jostle against his neck. "You'd be much easier to clean without all this fat!" she taunted, sneering at him slightly while his sister began to work her way down his legs towards his groin. He could feel her washcloth working down, pausing to scrub and work at different spots of a patchy flecks of mud clinging to the flesh, but eventually she reached his exposed crotch where his cock and balls dangled down between his chunky thighs.

"Make sure you get that nice and clean down there." Janice reminded, pausing a second before peeking over and offering instead, "Do you think you can do it good enough? Or should we switch?"

"No! I want to! I can!" his sister urged, much to Terenz's dismay. Sure, Janice was evil, but the idea of his own sister fondling him now- yet another person handling his exposed body made it just that much worst. Her hands were a bit smaller, forcing her to work slower in on his thighs so she didn't miss a spot. He could feel her though, with each passing second starting to scrub closer and closer to where his balls hung down. Her touches were massaging and steady, working hard to ensure he was cleaned through the thick hairs and down to the skin level.

Then, she hit the softest, most sensitive portion around where his base sat. One of her small hands grabbed onto his shaft, yanking it up and out of the way so she could start to scrub around the base without it waggling in her face. Her hand was rough on him, but the touch of fingers still made his cock faintly twitch against her palm. Steadily, with circling massaging strokes she swirled around and around the base of his cock. Taking a washcloth, she actually circled the hot, soapy cloth around his cock and began to gave it a few, wiping pumps to swipe away some of the dust and debris still clinging to it. The heat of the cloth soaked through with warm water and the motion of her hands sent a jolt up his spine.

"God!" he thought. "Control yourself!" Yet, he couldn't control what the motions were doing. He could feel the pressure building up as excitement and blood began to rush to cock.

While she worked though, Janice hadn't stopped. Janice was rubbing her washcloth through the creases of his neck. Her eyes bore right into his with that smug expression permanently drawn onto her lips. "Mmm... What's wrong?" she asked, yanking the cloth beneath his wobbly chins. "You feel your sister down there? Getting a bit excited? You really would fuck anyone wouldn't you?" she scoffed, laughing softly. "Here, I thought you were finally fucking your type, big chunky, sows every day. The type that just stand there and take it while you grunt over top until you're done" she sneered. "Poor girls. I mean, the first mating they don't know better, but by the second round they try to run away don't they? Hmm. That's what happens when you're a shitty lay. Probably because you crush them during the deed. Hard to feel the cock when all you feel is a big, squishy tummy pressing against you." She reached down, smacking at his stomach with the sponge.

"It's hard to wash them! They keep jiggling!" his sister called out as her hand grabbed for his waggling balls. She held onto one sac while the washcloth worked over it. She squeezed at him and the texture of the cloth was rough and coarse on the sensitive flesh. He flinched away from the touch, but she wouldn't be discouraged away from her focus on her job at hand. Every fleck of mud was scrubbed away and she massage into the toner with a swiping motion of the soaked cloth. She worked the skin as though it was his leg, either oblivious or ignoring that it was instead the sensitive sac of his balls and each squeeze sent a jolt through his system.

The more her lithe fingers worked around the saggy flesh to clean him, the more his cock responded to it. He could feel himself responding to the rough treatment of his testicles, quickly growing to a hard, poking boner.

"Oh my!" his sister gasped out, looking down at the way his penis had announced itself.

Terenz instantly felt a hot flush travel up his spine and fill his cheeks and throat with a hot, shamed glow. Janice smirked at him, whispering in her hushed mocking tone once against as she scrubbed deeper down his stomach. "Look at you, getting all worked up. You like this, don't you?" Her tone made it sound even worse, scandalous and shameful that he'd enjoy this. "All rough? From your own sister?" She clicked her tongue. "No self control. I knew you'd be more fitted to an animal's lifestyle."

"You can't be in the picture like this!" his sister scolded, reaching into her back pocket for the pair of rubber cleaning clothes she'd tucked their. The latex went flush to her skin with a snap! Then, her fingers circled around his cock.

Instantly, he felt the squeeze of her tight grip. The style was all business, not gentle caress as they fell into place on his length, not little tickling or teasing squeezes but just one firm grip with her entire hand. Then, she gave one firm jack.

In slow motion, he felt his body seize already with one mere pump of those, tight, small fingers around him. Already, he felt the fluttering sensation of building pressure low in his stomach at his groin. He could feel the little hitch in his throat. His balls may have churned in anticipation.

"God no! No!" he thought. "If at all, not so soon!" He urged himself, knowing that blowing his load so fast would open the door to more mockery, more shame. Even if he made it back to a human form, he couldn't live down cumming from his sister's attention- especially not if it was so quick.

Then, another pump. The soft surface of the glove whisked down his length within the trapped pressure of her palm and fingers. He felt a little jolt in the back of his throat as a gasp muffled into his tongue. His entire body twitched. The pressure in his groin doubled. He could feel his orgasm at a teetering edge. His entire mind railed against it, but his body was falling over the cliff already. Little, tremoring waves of pleasure washed out from each inch she whisked over.

Then, the third pump. He lost it. The jolt of her hand, hard and firm around him, sent all the pressure escaping from his body where it'd swollen. A streak of white squirted from his tip, first arching up and hitting his stomach before the following, weaker bursts went right into the glove.

"That's better!" she chirped, but then groaned. "Now I have to wash your stomach again!"

With a grumble, she began to scrub her sponge roughly over the stream of his shameful semen while Janice sneered down at him. "Three pumps is all it takes to wipe out the mighty Terenz?" She mocked him, voice rich with sarcasm. "I mean, I always knew something was off, but jeez. Can't control yourself? Or did your sister do it? Or do you just not care anymore? I mean, gee, can you even understand me anymore? Or is this just a strange, human language lost on pigs. Maybe you've just been lost for real in there or rather, accept what you are now. What does a pig care if he jizzes all over himself? All over his sister? What does a pig care about any of this! You just being true to who you are! That's it isn't it?" The sarcasm practically dripped off her words, ensuring that she knew he was still trapped inside this form with his mind intact, but that she intended to torment him further.

Yet, her message rang loud and clear. Terenz started to feel that rising anxiety in his chest. "Was that really it? Am I just... Giving up?" He felt such sudden doubt for himself, for his own humanity and control. What part of this was mistake? What had he let happen to himself. A sudden deepening of the red in his cheeks made his look down away from Janice, he didn't even want to glimpse at the smug grin on her face. "Is she right? Was this really... better for me? Am I better as a pig?" Suddenly, all his human failures swept past him, every bad grade, every stumble that made him think two feet were too much responsibility for him, each moment he woke up late and been scolded for missing out on these chances to be productive... Was he made for a life of lazing, eating, and fucking as a pig? Those had always been his favorites things before, but did that really mean he was just meant to be a fat boar?

"Is this the true me?"

Janice looked down, seeming to notice the brooding expression. She smirked. "You're thinking about it now, aren't you? Considering everything to see if I'm wrong, that this is a lie to who you are? But, Terenz... The magic only works if there's something for it to work from... We couldn't have changed you into a dragon, because there's nothing fiery inside you, but a pig... easy." She smirked, chuckling once before she and his sister fell into a silent finishing of their task, leaving Terenz to truly suffer the worst weapon: his mind.

"Am I just a fat boar?"

********

"Come on! This way for pictures!" His sister pulling on the leash they'd draped around his neck. She'd gotten plenty impatient, constantly having to pause and let him catch up with her since his pace was slow since each step forced him to move his heavy body and he acted to minimze the waggling of his fat.

They'd picked out the angle of the farm that looked most picturesque, with his mother's garden just to the far corner while the landscape of the looping hills fell behind of the little set up space for the photos. If they shifted to the other side, the barn would show to showcase it's fresh design.

"Is everyone ready to take some pictures?" his mom announced with a clap of her hands. She practically bounced with each of her steps around the group. Janice, her mom, his sister, and his mom had all come out for the photo shoot. Janice's mom, who hadn't seen him in weeks, gasped as he rounded into view.

"Oh wow!" she gasped. She leapt towards him, bending down to grab onto his gut with a squeeze. Her fingers began to knead into the soft, meaty skin of his stomach before she shifted so she met his eyes and stared right at him. "Yes. I think he's the perfect size this way!" Her lips pursed together though, suddenly studying him.

"These hairs are real dark and out of place. Can I get some tweezers? I don't want anything looking off in these pictures." Janice produced an oversized pair of tweezers, handing them over to the woman. She bent over Terenz's hairy back, starting to find and tug out the longer, more randomized hairs in the search for a more perfect coating evenly down his back.

"This reminds me so much of pubic hair! It's so rough and coarse, just like it!" she commented, chuckling bitterly. "It's a bit unpleasant, really. It's very sharp to the touch, do you have more of that conditioner?" She looked over at Janice who held up two different jars. "Coconut oil based one of the other?" she asked, waggling the two jars.

"Just use both. He needs all the help he can get to try to get rid of some of this pube-effect!"

His mother took the other jar, assisting Janice as they moved to his sides and began to massage in the conditioning agents while Janice's mother circled around still plucking out the odd hairs out. Four hands all were squeezing, working over the surface of his flesh and groping their way down his form. "He smells a bit too, doesn't he!" Janice scoffed, sniffing noisily.

"You know, with all this stretching skin-" She pulled on his back, demonstrating how his flesh just seemed to jiggle around his fat form. "The rough, stubbly hairs and that sweaty, musky smell... He's basically a big, walking, jiggling ball sack!"

"He does smell like one!"

The woman tipped up her nose with a disgusted snort, "It's smells just like my husband's junk after a full day of work and into the night without taking a single shower!"

"You know, I thought in theory that I'd like to have him around my farm too- for that compost and the mate for my sows, but I don't think I could handle the smell!"

"We just washed him though!" his sister pointed out, making it all worse. "I mean, we scrubbed and scrubbed and he's still smelly!"

"That's just how a ballsack seems to be sometimes too! Just too musky and sweaty that it gets stinky right away!" Her mother countered with a laugh.

"Plus," Janice's mother continued with a little cough of discomfort or disapproval. "He's got quite an ugly look about him."

"A big, walking, jiggling ball sack!" In response to all their laughing and teasing, Terenz could only hang his head. He couldn't rebuttal and he didn't have the fight in him to even do it in his head anymore. Now, when he breathed in, he almost smelled himself on his breath, tasted his own sweaty, disgusting musk in his mouth. They didn't say anything that wasn't true. He was fat. He stunk. His skin hung loose and waggly around his otherwise fat and droopy form.

"A pig. A trash compactor. A board. A ballsack." He sighed, thinking of all the titles he'd been given so far.

His sister jiggled, blushing a bit. "He really does look like a scrotum with legs!" Her laugh barked out, showing genuine amusement at the image.

"I wonder if there's any way of getting through that smell?"

"I doubt it. If he just got a wash and he already has sweaty ball syndrome, then I think he's just characteristically stinky!"

"Yank!" With a little sound effect, Edith yanked free another hair from right between his eyes. He instantly crossed them to watch as it pulled out with a wince. Water gathered at the corners of his eyes from the sharp bite of pain. All this attention to soothe his appearance without a single care to his actual well being. "They just want me to not be gross..." he thought almost pathetically, dropping his gaze to the ground.

"What do you think? Is it any better?" All their eyes suddenly began to swarm over his flesh, studying and judging him. "It's not perfect, for sure. But I think you did what you could..."

"At least he's big enough!"

"Oh! He's for sure big enough!" Janice laughed out, barking almost. "He's HUUUGE!"

"Well, then." Edith looked over. "Do you have everything prepared then?"

Terenz looked up in time to see his sister's confused glare, but his mother obviously understood. "Yep! Everything is ready! It's such wonderful news!"

"What is happening?" Terenz thought, frantically trying to read faces, but soon his mom and sister were driving him onward towards whatever they'd meant. With one on either side, they led him into the artificial breeding room where they conducted health tests and collected samples from studs. A mirror lined one entire wall, providing him with his first full view of his entire form.

For the first time, he feasted his eyes on the truth of his body. It hit him, solidly, what a hairy, heavy boar he'd truly become. Before he'd heard their comments, he'd seen glimpses in a watery reflection, but to see it in a full-length mirror right in front of him was utterly eye-opening.

He saw the bulging waggle of his stomach. Before he'd felt it grazing on the ground when he walked, just a gentle whisk of the drooping weight dusting up with the swinging of his belly. But now, now he saw it. He saw the same waggling droop beneath his chin. The sac waggled with any of his motions and showed the rippling motion of the fat across the surface of his flesh.

He flashed back to every trough of junk he ate, all the disgusting flavors that he'd ingested. Every bite that he willingly chewed up and gulped and the finishing slurps from the bottom of the barrel. Had he ever been forced to gulp down those final bits? Which day had put him over the edge? Which week had built up that paunch on his midsection? Then, his mind drifted to his hours spent laying in the dust of his pen or sunken into the muddy pit to keep cool. He could have been walking circles, keeping the weight of all that food off. Why hadn't he? Had he let this happen? Was all this in front of him his fault? "I could have done more! They gave me the food, but they left half the time! I let this happen!" A sinking feeling of guilt rolled through his gut, making his next observations even worse.

The rough, wiry hairs that coated his body poked out over his flabby body. Even with the plucking Edith had done, they still looked haphazard and crazy down his back. They look wild. For a second, with the flesh jiggling and the black hairs all jutting out every which way, he saw the image everyone had been laughing at of him as a massive, walking ballsac.

With a glint, he was reminded of the nose rings pierced into his snout. They circled out with a shiny surface, cleaned and glimmering. He almost forgot all the way back to when they'd first marked him with that signifier of his status as a boar. To think back to when having those nose rings seemed to be the most pig-like characteristic about him. He'd thought then if the nose rings would carry with when he changed back, but now... so much had changed. No longer did he assume he'd even be changed back, it seemed a distant hope at best. If he did, he wouldn't care about some nose ring. He'd worry more about taking with the hanging gut of his stomach. For a split second, he imagined himself in the halls of his school building with his shirt barely containing this waggling, drooping flab of the stomach he had now. He could see how it'd fold over the top of his jeans and escape out from the hem of his top.

"Though... really... I'd rather have that then not go back at all..." Though, a part of him wasn't sure. Everyone mocked him now as a pig and pigs were meant to be fat. For a second, the clear image of his mother laughing and groping at his plump stomach passed through his mind. He saw her bent at his side in this form- a big, fat boar while she kneaded at the doughy flesh and giggled over it, but then the image morphed until it was him as a human with that same, waggly gut as she squished at it outside the school hall. "My chubby son! You should maybe start walking to school rather than getting rides, work all this off!" Her laugh rang in his ear, echoing.

Then, his brother too. His brother had stolen Janice. Changed back, he could never win her back after all she'd seen. She'd witnessed him fuck a pig, eat trash, eat her own leftovers- what she'd cast aside. She'd never respect him again. Jordan would never listen to him again. He'd never be a truly big brother.

"Wow..." He froze there, just staring at himself with a soured expression. He almost couldn't believe his eyes- or maybe didn't want to. It was one thing to see a foggy reflection in the water of his bucket of his ragged, muddied snout and the whisky hairs around his dark and beady eyes, but another to see them in full detail with his entire, massive body filled in life size copy beside him. Similarly, it was one thing to have everyone telling him he was fat and jiggly, but to see it stole away any ability he had to trick himself into believing otherwise. How could he trick himself when his proof was in front of his eyes that he was just a big, fat boar? A hairy, saggy walking ballsack of a boar? How could he think otherwise now, seeing all those folds right there staring back at him? How could he?

"I can't..." he sighed, trying to avoid inspecting himself any further, though his eyes kept sneaking back to the droop of fat above each leg or tracking the wiggle of his belly, trying to ensure it didn't touch the ground while he was shuffled forward. Around him, his mother and sister bustled around the room, preparing this and that. He looked over, tracking them motions momentarily as they rig up the artificial vagina machinery used for semen samples.

"Oh God no..." he thought to himself, the sinking sensation in his gut only deepening.

His mother moved across the room, grabbing for the suctioning end of the artificial vagina machinery they utilized. Rather than give him the faux sow base that he'd mate naturally, she brought over this handheld device, only subjecting him to more torment and embarrassment in front of everyone.

While his mom fidgeted with the collection tubes, his sister bent down at his sides. Her two, smaller hands pushed into his sides as she kneaded and pushed into the meaty girth on either side of his body. Her fingers bent in, kneading into the fat before she bobbed her hands up and down to force the fat to jiggle and wobble. "He's just so big and jiggly! He used to be such a small little pig, but he got so big!" Terenz grimaced at her words, just another dig at him while he could now see what her hands were doing in the mirror. He could see how one little wiggle of her hands caused a ripple down all the excess weight down his entire form. She stared down at his flank, watching the motion almost like she was hypnotized.

"You're drifting, honey. What are you thinking about?" his mom asked, chuckling while her hands still cleaned and prepped the artificial collection device.

"I'm just thinking about how good those pork chops would taste!" She squeezed his flesh, almost possessively while she licked over her lips. She continued to stare at his form. Her eyes were far away, as though already seeing him as a meaty pork chop plopping onto the grill. As drool formed on her tongue and showed just at the corner of her mouth with a bit a glittering shine, she watched her imagined pork chops start to cook, sizzling and leaking with their ample juices.

"So meaty... So juicy..." she mumbled to herself, still groping over his flesh as she pictured him moving to plates, with the perfect lines of the grill across his flesh and the sheen of a medium-rare finish. Her fingers started to jostle, so lost in her fantasy that she mimed the cutting motion of working a knife through the cut of meat. "Oh... that color..." she almost whimpered, drooling more.

While his own sister envisioned eating him, Terenz watched his mother bent down to get the milking process started on his cock. He felt the tube settled in around his tip, but the rest of him didn't want to cooperate. "Come on!" his mom urged, actually grabbing onto him with her bare hand with a rough squeeze. She pumped one hand down his shaft, jerking him to a hard, throbbing stance with only two motions from base to tip of her clenching hand.

"That was fast!" his sister gasped, staring at the transformed cock.

His mother laughed. "Someday you'll get real quick too, get enough practice with your father on this farm anyways!"

"What does that mean?" his sister asked, eyes all wide and captured with curiosity.

"You'll find out when you're older, but for now, tell me more about this Pork Chop!" She quickly changed the subject, still chuckling as she fit the semen collection over his hard length. With a little flick, the suction within the tube began to work around his cock. He felt it suddenly grab onto his cock, working with the steady pace of machinery to carelessly force him into orgasm.

"Well, the pork chops would be huge! Because there's so much here! And dad would cook them perfect- on the grill? Where they are still pink and juicy inside so you can taste all the flavors of the meat?"

"Oh, and momma would put that rub on the meat to ensure that it has all those flavors don't forget!"

"How does that work?"

"Well, you have to put a big smear of all the spices and herbs you want to flavor the meat on and you rub and rub and knead and knead and you work it all in." His sister followed these directions, spreading her fingers out over his flank and starting to rub and knead and roll her knuckles down his flesh as though tenderizing and flavoring meat. "Exactly! And, we could also marinate it. That means soak it inside some flavoring for hours and hours..."

"No! I wanna do the rub!" His sister continued to jiggle and work his sides while his mother manned the machine milking on his cock, quickly bringing him to the teetering edge of orgasm. He imagined clenching off the muscles of his cock. "Don't do it. Don't do it..." he muttered to himself in a mantra, trying to reach a point of calm mediation within all the insanity of their dual torment. Being sexually humiliated with this animal's tool by his own mother while his sister practically planned her butchering of him.

With one hand, reaching out, his mother slapped into his stomach where the fattiest portion was. It quickly resulted in a flapping ripple across his entire gut. She chuckled, jiggling it some more with her palm cupped beneath the bottom hanging droop. "Don't forget the delicious bacon!"

"He's so fat, we'll get so much bacon! The BLTs, the bacon cheeseburgers, the plain strips beside pancakes... We'll have plenty of bacon to fry up, grill up...." She licked over her lips. She squeezed his stomach again, harder with a hunger in her fingers' hold. "Oh God, It'll taste so good!"

Terenz wanted to move away from this, but he couldn't escape. His mind was quickly losing the battle against the persisting suckling of the AV. His mother only helped it with added motions and squeezes from outside it's walls. Her hand did seem to wield years of expertise emptying balls, though he didn't like picturing them as his father's. Just as he was starting to edge off from impending orgasm at least for another minute, though his entire length was nearly pulsating, his mother reached up and tickled her fingers behind his balls down the sensitive crease of his backside and down onto the meeting place of balls and groin. The touch sent a jolt through his body. He fought it, clenching muscles at randomly and hoping like mad.

"Janice's mom even assured me this species has no boar taint. Edith called it a gem!" his mother said, just as he started to topple over the edge and cum into the lifeless AV. The first stream ripped out of him, stripping away his will to fight anymore, then string after string followed, but even as he started to slow, his mother clicked her tongue. "Nuh uh uh. Not enough!" she muttered, scooping a hand beneath his balls and giving a hard squeeze. With each additional trickle, she shifted and massaged out his balls. Her hands cupped beneath the base and started to roll his ball between her hands. She clenched it harder, testingly slapping at the sensitive flesh. Terenz flinched, almost crying out as she held onto his balls tighter, rougher. She felt like she was trying to physically force the cum out with the squeezing massaging motion between her hands. His balls, all waggly and empty, rippled beneath his motion. Her palm as a base, she started to squish down on his ballsack.

"God! She's gonna break them!" he thought with a little whine out from his snout. But his mother paid no mind, she didn't care about the balls themselves, only the product that came out from his tip. Each time she squashed down again, if even a drop came out, she'd go back at it with another little slap and a deep, clenching massage.

"Just stop cumming!" he thought to himself, trying to will his cock to stop leaking anything else so that the torment might stop, but sure enough her squeezing always seemed to work out another little trickle until finally, finally his shaft yielded nothing else- or so he thought.

His mother, however, wasn't convinced at all. "Nuh uh uh... You've got more to give. I'm sure of it!" She relaxed her hands. She sucked in a long, meditating breath as though she was focusing into the task. Then, with one 'ball' in each palm she weighed his sack between her hands. She tipped to one side, mentally feeling how it moved over her makeshift scale. Her eyes almost closed as she calculated out what she felt across her skin. "Nope, he has more to give me! I'm sure he does!"

She sucked in a long breath, filling her lungs like she was preparing for something big. Terenz felt his entire body clench in frightful anticipation of what he wasn't sure. He wanted to run. His balls were already pulsing and throbbing from what she'd already done to him, but she wasn't satisfied.

His mother's eyes fell down to where his balls hung. They were weighed down by themselves, suspended between his plump thighs, all pink and fleshy just waiting for her attention to milk out their contents. Terenz didn't know what exactly to expect. He tried to look at his mother's zen, calculating face, but he couldn't read what was written her the expression. Then, with a sudden, fiery burst, she punched right into the right side ball with all her might into the little parcel of breeding goodies! The sudden jolt of it felt like electricity striking onto the flesh. He felt the impact almost in several parts, first this fiery, fleeting snap of the actual impact. Then, an echoing explosion of the true repercussions, then a following chorus of his entire body responding.

Terenz felt his eyes pop wide, threatening to bulge out from his head while his mouth dropped into a squeal. His entire body flinched, contracting his body and balls. The muscle, trapped beneath layers of fat, went taunt down his entire frame. Little spasms echoed out over the most jiggly portions of his body weight where the motion of his muscles beneath jostled the fat into a dance. All the tension, the response from that spanking onto his poor balls, did sent a sudden, massive shot of thick semen squirted out from his tip as though she'd truly forced out an explosion. The cum spurted forward, oozing out into the collection container and showing plainly through it's clear walls.

He tried to thrash away, suddenly feeling too much to just let this happen, but his nose ring was held tight and steady by his sister, the constant companion to his mother's torment. His legs felt frozen, paralyzed by the echoing repetitions of her smack. He was trapped, still and exposed. He suddenly wished more than ever for something to cover his decency down there, but he had nothing. His body was displayed, balls out in the open and vulnerable to this.

Silently, his mind cried out to his mother. "Ah! Why did you do that? Please! God! That was so painful! D-don't! Not again! Just stop! Mom! Jeez! Mom, it's me! Mom!" He wanted to cry out for his mother, more than anytime before, he wanted his mother to look down into his eyes and realize who it was there in that pigskin before her. In that moment, he almost forgot all the humiliation he'd face once it was known he was the pig all along. He didn't care. He just didn't want that to repeat.

He felt the pain radiating out from his sensitive balls, pulsating through his entire form and up to where his nose now started to ache too from pulling on the tender piercings. The skin on the side she'd struck were tingling, like a foot fallen asleep, and pulsating, like a red, spanked bottom. He could feel every heartbeat through the pain base pulsing there in his groin.

"I knew it!" she shouted out. "Mother knows best!" Her hand drew back behind the same side, enough of a motion that Terenz saw it and tensed his entire body. Just that motion, that squeeze of his muscles, sent a tiny drop out from his tip. "Ah! Lookie! More!"

He could see her arm tense then, seeing proof he had more to give from inside that sealed package swinging between his legs. "No! God! No! Mom! Mom! Mommy! No!" he pleaded, letting out little squeals. She ignored all the oinking pleas and gave another smack onto the same side, a gentler one but with the same swift draw into the motion so that Terenz's fear for a repetition of the first motion caused him to tighten his entire body again for her, sending another few weak spits into the tube. Each additional strike felt like she struck him with a salty whip on the wound already made, grinding into the sensitive path of her fingers. The heat on his flesh just burned up his entire body and filled his cheeks with a shamed blush.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Her hand banged at his balls, over and over, focused just on that one side and each time Terenz clenched. When she drew her arm back, tensing her shoulder to power up the swing, his body would prepare with a tight squeeze of every muscle and out came another little spurt. But, each of the actual contacts began to get softer and softer and his responses began to calm as well.

"Hmm... Is that side empty?" She drew the sore ball onto her palm. Her fingers folded over the little weight and began to mash over it as though she could feel any contents inside beneath her touch. "Once more to be safe?"

"No! No! No! Oh God! No! Mom!" Terenz had lost any self respect and cast aside any embarrassment at doing anything he could to stop this. His mouth hung open, emitting these bursting cries in his high, piggy voice. His ears rang to hear this mutated version of his words when his mind played both versions side by side. While he thoughtfully screamed: "Please stop, No!" His mouth echoed back: "Ah! Oink! Eeek!"

His mother couldn't understand any of his animalistic noises and she didn't care for the boar's feeble cries. She had no use for his feelings, but potent boar semen went to high bidders and made for fit piglets! Her hand drew back and then dropped back down, striking twice onto that same right side where the flesh was already stripped and tender. She let him pulse his muscles only once before she repeated with sharp, wrist-controlled smacks out in a volley of eight in sharp succession.

Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!

Terenz could barely feel his own body now. All he felt was the sharp flood of feeling coming from his balls. He suddenly wasn't sure if he was standing because his mind only knew that his balls were pulsing, shuddering. His legs actually quivered, threatening to drop under his own weight while his bottom lip quivered.

"There! That's good!" His mother finally said, inspecting the tube where the final drips of semen were oozing down into the collection chamber. She nodded, "I think that I did get it all!"

Terenz let out a long sigh. He sucked in a ragged breath while his entire body heaved with the washing rolls of pain that came out from his groin. He felt so vulnerable, stripped of his pride, his humanity... "But it's over now. It's over... It's over..." He finally felt his heart starting to calm again, trying to push through the pain now that it was finish.

But, his mother gave a little clap. "Now for the other side!"

"What!?" He cried out, the sounding computing into a loud. "Hurrah!" Of a groan from the pig's mouth, to which his sister smacked his on the snout and tugged the ring. "Steady!" Now, his nose and balls both pulsed with discomfort while his mother wound her arm up once again.

"I just knew that we hadn't gotten all the good stuff yet! But this is a sure fire way to force him to squeeeeeeze it all out himself! Because no guy can take this and not squeeze!" Her fingers wiggled in the air, preparing for her swing before her hand began to drop. Terenz watched as it arced down towards where his left ball sat, waiting and helpless on her palm, but the last second he clenched his eyes touch just in time to be blind to the strike itself.

But he felt everything.

Like before, it cracked down with an electric force that send the sensation ripping down the entire curvature of his ball, but now with the added tenderness of the torment on the other side. It seemed to only amplify the pulsating echoes of her smack.

Again, with a ripping groan from his hanging jaw, Terenz let out a huge, white squirt that tore out from his body and into the collection tube. He could almost hear it land inside there it was so thick and plentiful. Instead of letting him recover, his mother began to volley once again! Repeating the hard strike with another whack, this time angling in to hit onto the tender side of his balls. The force knocked them into each other, only tripling what he felt radiating out from the sac. Sure enough though, one spit of cum jetted out from his tip. His head hung down, breath huffing out between open lips. "Mom... stop... please..." he thought quietly, but his true attempts had fizzled out into mere whimpers.

And again, she repeated, trying to drive out every squirt. This time with five hard pounds down into her palm where the little, exposed ball sat in quick repetition. Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!

"Ah! AH!" Terenz jerked, feeling another little drop escape from his cock, much smaller than the original sprays. His mother leaned down, inspecting his additions to the tube. "Someone was very overfilled!" She commented, giving the additional chamber for collection a shake so he could hear the faint slosh of his semen all inside that little bag now.

"Now is it really all out?" She asked allowed, cupping the left ball and giving it the same little, squeezing inspection as the opposite side. First, her fingertips just pressed and squished at the surface and when none came, she gave a hard squeeze down onto the ball to try and force out anything else. When none came, she clapped. "I think we really did get it all!"

Terenz sighed out, huffing still. He felt none of the same relief as before, because he couldn't summon up the hope to feel true relief after the misleading trick before. Yet, his mind did seem to relax at the finale of her torture.

"Just to be sure!" But, his mother gave one last hard squash of his balls between her fingers and palm. Then, she tried a sharp, swift pat to it's top. "We've got to get every drop out that we can!"

"Why?" The younger girl asked, raising a brow.

The elder just smiled. "Well, I suppose you can be included! You know how Janice and your little brother are getting along so well, right?" The girl nodded, staying silent so as to not stretch this out any more than possible.

Terenz, also listening, strained to hear what came next though his entire chest had already begun to lock up with anxiety. No finish to that introduction was good for him unless his mother suddenly said, "Well, I've never liked that girl and they split!" But he knew... The way her face glowed, it was with motherly pride! What had happened!?

"Well, this morning, against the backdrop of the sun rise he proposed to her and she said yes!" She started to clap her hands. "And this weekend we have the engagement party and their whole family and our whole family are getting together! Over 40 guests! And we have to make the very best impression ever! This will be our future family too now!"

Terenz felt his stomach drop. "Oh no. Oh... no... Oh no no nonononononono...." He saw every taunt from before. His mind rushed back, to his brother's first mention of a barbeque. He'd grabbed onto his haunch and licked his lips and brought up the idea! He wanted to have a barbeque and share with the neighbors! Acting all innocent, just asking, but had this been his plan all along? Did he ever intend to let Terenz change back? But had Jordan been planning all along to find some excuse to butcher him up and eat him? He was the one who brought up a huge barbeque! Him! He did even though he knew it was Terenz inside here! Had he pushed Janice to do this? She'd never be so vindictive and evil on her own! She was just a sweet farm girl, wasn't she? No! It had to be Jordan who worked this up so much! He took it too far!

"They wouldn't really... use me though would they? Certainly there's some sign that it's me?" His eyes tipped far enough that he saw the mirrors out of the corner of his vision. All he saw was a pig's beady eyes staring back. A boar's hair coating his form. Livestock's meaty, flabby body made for instances just like this. Where did any sign of his old self remain? Was there even any of him left? Did anyone miss him anyways? Jordan had probably written his absence off, "Oh, he ran off with that girl after getting caught! Didn't want to face the music of explaining their relationship. They probably went a town over and started working-" And the whole family bought it. They didn't care if Terenz was gone, he'd always been the lazier one, the glutton. "God... Have I always been a pig?"

He started to shake his head, forcing himself to search for some hope in this situation. Maybe... Maybe this isn't what he thinks it means. "Yeah... You know, I'm a good breeder! Maybe they are going to use a different pig for it!" Terenz tried to convince himself, mind racing with terror, excuses, and nausea all at once.

There came a yank at his nose ring. Apparently his mother had been able to store his spunk while his mind had been gripped in panic. Now, they were leading him towards the back door with those tugs on his nose. He wanted to dig into the ground and refuse to move, but that ring held such a tender spot, his instinct forced him to start walking.

"Yes!" his mother continued, sending a lump into his throat. "And were are going to surprise the happy couple and all of the guests with an extravagant barbeque!" As they passed through the back doors of the AV Room, Terenz saw the layout of the yard covered in tents and party tables already. His eyes tracked over the length of the tables to where he saw two triangular supports on either side of a grass-cleared space while a thick, heavy metal pole stretched between them.

Terenz almost felt his heart stop as he realized what that setup was for. "No..."

His sister leapt forward, banging her hand into the pole with a raised brow. "But will it hold the weight?" She bounced her hand back, smacking it in a spanking motion of Terenz's ass, setting it off into a jiggling wobble. The motion of her hand echoed out in a repeating ripple from the center of his toosh all the way out to her sides.

His sister, turning on him with her question about the roasting stick, cemented it. That set up, that roasting pit, was made just for him. There was no denying it.

His mother smiled, flashing the younger girl a beaming grin. "I bought the strong roast spit I could find and I even had it reinforced!"

"Oh! You're the best mom ever!" She leapt over, hugging her tight.

*******

"Oh my word!" The elder guest at the reception gave a happy, dramatic coo as the juicy, tender meat broke across her tongue, rich with flavor worked into its skin and juicy from perfect preparation. She addressed a table of 'leftover' guests, the cousins, elderly aunts, and friends of the family that snuck onto the guest list but had no partners, families, or direct ties to the couple to get them a more prestigious table. So, they all ended up together at the fringe of the party. "This truly is the best barbeque I've ever had!"

All around the table, the sounds of chewing and chomping dominated the soundtrack of the evening. In fact, it dominated the conversation too! Though, where there's family, there's gossip, and the topics began to shift.

The guest to her side, a distant cousin in the family, gave a little nod as he chewed. The sound of his chomping teeth actually sounded out across the table. "It's too bad Terenz isn't here to see his little brother get hitched! Plus, he'd missing out on this barbeque!" He took another bite, breaking his words with a pleasured whine. "God!"

Across the circular table, another woman gave a scoff. She waved her fork around, dramatically pulling the attention of the table of distant guests to her. Oblivious to the truth of the situation, her words somehow still applied like a universal truth. "He's the one that cheated on Janice in the first place! If you ask me, that's what cheaters get!"