“Hey, so I don’t mind looking after a few pigs, but… Is that really all you wanted with me?” Travis looked to the blonde witch, adjusting his cadet’s cap. “I mean… No offense, but it seems like filling the trough is a little bit… Well, easy?”

“Why, whatever do you mean?” The woman, Donna, smiled to him. She had a pretty face, but the look in her eyes when she grinned like that… It was unsettling, to say the least.

“I mean… My car broke down and you and your niece took me in.” The tan man shrugged, rapping the empty slop bucket with his knuckles. “And after all that good feeding and entertainment? I think this is a little light. Are you sure you don’t want me to do anything else?”

“Why, of course I want you to do something else.” Donna laughed coquettishly. “You see, now that you’re done filling the trough, I’d like you to eat from it.”

Her words didn’t process at first, and it took him nearly a dozen seconds to clumsily reply.

“Come again?”

Donna trailed her hands along his cheeks with a grin, before placing her lips against his. The motion was unexpected, but not unwelcome-though it left a strange feeling in his mouth. The closest thing he could liken it to was an allergic reaction, that feeling of wrongness.

She pulled away with a knowing smile, her fingers trailing around his coin necklace. “Mnn, such a cute trinket. I think I’ll leave you with that, at least.” She chuckled. “You know, you’ll make quite a good boar.”

“Listen lady, you’re not making any sense.” Travis began, only to grunt as his mouth began to feel… Odd. His lower incisors ached madly, making the rest of his teeth cry out in protest as well. It was almost like they were swelling, and pushing aside the rest of his teeth.

But that was impossible… Wasn’t it?

The impossible proved itself to be true as his lower incisors began to poke above the rest of his teeth. He could feel them against his upper lip, and the motion forced his jawline to jut out. He grunted in surprise, his hand flying to the afflicted teeth.

Sure enough, they felt visibly larger than the rest. And worse, they were still growing. They stretched out larger and larger, and he pawed at them with visible distress.

“Oh, that’s perfect. I love that face, the face that cute little men like you get when they realize that they’re so very out of their league.” Donna cooed. “In case you haven’t figured it out just yet, my cute boar, I’m a witch. And you’re the newest addition to my farm.”

“That’s not true! There’s no way that can happen, it’s impossible!” Travis exclaimed, only to grunt as his nose cramped up.

His nostrils flared with each and every breath he took, the bridge of his nose crinkling as it swelled and flattened out. He watched it twitch in shock, pressing his hands against his widened nostrils and whimpering. He could almost fit two fingers into each nostril!

“GRRNK?” He snorted, his larger nasal passage lending itself easily to the motion.

Thoughts of old fairy tales flitted through his mind, and he remembered vividly the stories of Circe: a witch who would entrance sailors, then change them into her menagerie. Could it be that they were more than legends?

A cramping pain in his ears was the only response to his unasked question. They grew large, thick, and floppy. Moreover, they started to twitch as new muscles settled into them. He could feel his elongated lobes flopping over, swaying heavily with every motion of his head.

He could feel the warmth of the summer afternoon against their length, and could better hear the pigs in the sty. Come to think of it… He could smell them better too, his new nostrils picking up the stink of the animals easily.

“Mn, what big ears you have. The better to hear the sounds of your new roommates, hm?” Donna sidled next to him, cupping his big ears in her hands and rubbing them with her thumbs.

“N-no! Get away! You can’t do this to me, I’m not a-RRNK-pig!” Travis backed away, blushing as his cock brushed against his pants. It was sensitive, almost like… He was turned on? But that was impossible, he couldn’t be aroused right now!

“Oh, I see that one dear piggy is more than a little surprised. That’s cute.” The witch snaked an arm around his waist, slipping her hands along his cock. He shuddered and moaned, his clothes starting to tighten on his body. Or, rather, his body beginning to fatten beneath his clothes.

“Why am I so-RRNT-turned on?” He moaned, drool trailing from past his tusks. His face cracked and popped, beginning to lengthen out into the beginning of a snout. “I’m-RRNK-so-RRNK-horny!”

“Oh, I know you are. See, this is the part I love the most. It’s the part where you begin to succumb to your lust, and become nothing but a horny, depraved animal.”

Travis wanted to deny it, but the changes to his cock felt so good! He could feel his foreskin thickening, and his member slipped up to his belly. It formed a furry sheath, merging with the skin on his fattening stomach.

“RRNK! Nnnh!” Travis groaned, his balls swelling and his scrotum growing thick and furred. Every one of these changes was making him hornier and hornier, and he found his thoughts drifting to the sows he smelled so vividly.

“That’s right, you can smell them, can’t you? You want to breed them and fill them with piglets… With your piglets.” Donna purred, the very devil’s voice of temptation in his piggish ears.

Travis wanted to shake his head no, but his will crumbled to the onslaught of lust. He was so horny, so horny… “I-GRRNK-do…” He drooled, tongue hanging from his mouth as he panted like an animal.

Now each of his breaths were beginning to grow his body, swelling him within his clothes. They were stretching tighter and tighter about him, so tight that he wanted-needed to take them off!

Unfortunately, his hands had changed while Donna had distracted him, and his attempts to unbutton his clothing were little more than the clumsy pawing of trotters against cloth. He looked down in dismay, squealing as Donna pushed on his back, sending him tumbling over the edge of the wall to the sty.

“I-RRNK! Mrrghy clothes rrnk so tight!” He whimpered plaintively, looking up to her for mercy. His hair fell from his head as he coughed, his body having become so large and broad and heavy.

The man shook his head, snorting dismissively. His cap fell from his head with the motion, though he hardly noticed. These changes held all of his attention, as surely as Donna held the fate of his body in her grasp.

“Of course they are. After all, you’re a pudgy porker now, aren’t you?” She laughed mockingly.

Travis had never thought of being obese in his life, and yet now he was. It was funny how life worked sometimes… Much like how he’d never thought he’d want to be balls-deep in a pig before. And yet… Here he was.

The changing man stumbled towards one of the sows, shoving his snout into her sex and drinking deep. It made his transformed cock ache with a burning lust, a corkscrew-like tip slithering from past his sheath. He could feel it brushing against his belly, and the man grunted.

“Oh my… You know, I’m not one to judge men for their lengths, but… Well, I’d call you healthy.” Donna chuckled. “I’d also say that you look like you need a nice vagina to bury that into… And that you’ve got an eager taker in Marybeth. Don’t worry, she used to be a human like you-though I’m sure nothing human about her remains.”

Travis looked to the sow, who impatiently snorted to him. She was waiting for him, eagerly presenting herself. It would be so easy to just give u what was left of his humanity, and…

His body bulged further, runs and tears breaking their way through his clothing. The man grunted, his nostrils flaring. This sow… She was ready for him; was waiting for him. How could he resist? How could he refuse?

The sound of cloth tearing filled the air, as though it was announcing the crumpling of his will. Travis’s limbs felt completely wrong, but this… All of this. It felt so right.

Travis groaned, panting hotly. “Hgnnrt… HornEE!” He squealed, pressing his weight atop the sow’s back. Her rough hide was arm against his own and he drooled atop her back, his face cracking fully into a pig’s, his skull shrinking around his brain.

He was a pig, he was a boar and this was his sow. Travis wanted to try and fight it, with all of his being. But there wasn’t any fighting this lust, this transformative temptation. A tail curled from his spine, corkscrewing out just as he corkscrewed into her.

“GRRRNOINK!” Travis snorted, long past human words. His rapidly simplifying mind couldn’t think of such words any more, and even if he could his body couldn’t speak them.

And he didn’t care.

Travis bucked his hips hard, his balls swatting his sow’s fat ass with each rhythmic thrust. His necklace jingled as he thrust into her, and his tanned skin darkened. Coarse hairs sprouted from his black hide, and he shuddered with bliss.

“Ooh, straight to the point. I’d expected a little resistance, but it looked like you’re utterly and completely lost. Hm?” Donna chuckled.

Travis couldn’t understand her words, not that he wanted to. Instead of replying to her, he dumbly snorted and flopped his porcine ears. “GRRUINK!”

“RUI!” His sow squealed below him, her trotters digging into the mud.

It was music to his ears, and a renewed wealth of arousal bloomed within him. Travis snorted and squealed, driving his length into the pig over and over and over again.

He could feel her folds perfectly wrapped around his cock, even as strangely shaped as it was now. Every time he pulled out, they snugly gripped his length, beckoning him inwards once more. Every time he thrust within her, they welcomed him and gushed with content.

With his animalistic rutting, his mind began to evaporate. It wasn’t subtle, nor was it slow. Human thoughts and memories slipped from his mind with every thrust of his porcine prick. And in their place…

He wanted to rut his sow and breed her, to fill her with his seed and make her swell with piglets. Then he’d eat slop, sleep, and rut with her again for good measure. That was his new life after all, his life as a breeding boar.

His pace increased, and he soon forgot even his own name. He was nothing more than a boar, nothing more than a wild, mindless animal. And with that, he was free to empty himself within her.

“RRNK-RRNT-GRRNK!” Travis groaned loudly, hilting himself within his mate.

His pleasure reached a breaking point, and with that he climaxed. Electric ecstasy coursed through his every nerve, and his entire body stiffened. Then his balls clenched, and the changed man spurted his load into her.

He could feel the thick cum surging through the length of his corkscrewed cock, and with every throb of release he grunted dumbly with pleasure. Then it passed, and he slumped tiredly onto his mate’s back, pushing them into the mud amidst the tatters of his clothing.

“Oh my, quite a good showing. Who knows, if you do well enough you might not even end up as bacon.” Donna chuckled, her eyes twinkling.

With that, she turned and left the pig to his fate. There was nothing left that marked his former life as a human, save a mud-soaked cap and a filthy necklace about the neck of a boar.