A Wrenzephyr2 -verse Transformation Story

(Josie to Pig)

Josie looked to the empty plates beside her, a small smile crossing her delicate features. “Sure is weird that-urp-someone would leave all this out,” she yawned, stretching. Her head rolled back, working out a kink and nuzzling against the soft fluff of her hoodie. “I guess it coulda been someone’s meal. But hey. Their loss, my gain.”

Talking to herself was a bad habit, even though it was the least of the girl’s natural shortcomings. She was selfish, spoiled, and all around the perfect definition of a brat. These all contributed to her stealing a set of plates laid out for some holiday-or-other. Then again, it was their fault for leaving it out at a picnic table.

A faint clatter sounded to her left, and the girl turned to the noise. Her slit eyebrow arched, and she stared dubiously at the refilled plates. “Huh. Well, that’s not creepy at all.” The girl made to stand, only for her stomach to protest the motion.

“Jeez, okay, okay,” she muttered, a flush crossing her delicate features. She curled her toes in her ugg boots, feeling the soft fuzz beneath her feet. “I guess another round couldn’t hurt my diet too much. Who knows? Maybe it’ll help me fill out.”

Chinese wasn’t normally her thing… Well, she assumed it was Chinese. There was a lot of rice paper and fried things. Either way, it normally wasn’t her thing—but today, this was the best damned thing she’d ever thought of eating in her life. She reached for a crunchy fried roll first, popping it into her mouth and biting it in half with delight.

Warm, rich flavor filled her mouth, a combination of oil and the fried meat’s natural juices. She groaned with delight, savoring another crunch of dumpling. The second bite was just as good as the first, a rich pork washing over her taste buds, mingling with the crunchy wrapper.

The plates vanished as quickly as they’d appeared, all settling within her belly. It was all finger food, a delectable set of bite and two-bite snacks that went down easily. Granted, they were all fried, but as far as Josie was concerned fried foods had only killed Elvis, and that guy was a total pig.

Again, Josie kicked her legs around, resting with her back to the table, elbows propped up on its edge. “Maaaan, that hit the spot.” She groaned, taking a deep breath in, and a deep breath out. Another breath in, another out. Her chest rose each time, but never fell. Rather, it swelled until it had a subtle heft to it.

She wiped at her mouth with the back of her hand, groaning and resting a hand against her belly. It had a gentle, soft curve to it that she found strangely appealing for some reason. “Well, not what I meant when I wanted to fill out…” She shifted to the left, wiggling a butt that was a good deal wider than it had been a few seconds ago. “Mnnh, but it hit the spot.”

Her tights were deserving of the name, clinging stubbornly to her thick thighs, and showing off enough that the girl wasn’t just barely legal, she was also barely decent. She leaned back and lolled her head back, enjoying the faint jingle of her spade-shaped earrings.

Then another clatter filled the air, followed by that familiar grumble. “I get it, I get it. Jeez, it’s like I’m a fattie at Taco Bell or something.” She giggled and snorted at her own joke, turning back towards the food.

This time, there was a platter of fried rice beside the appetizers. To her delight, it was an extra plate, and not one that replaced her other new favorites. She popped the dumplings whole into her mouth this time, grunting with the effort and working her jaw like mad. Some crumbs fell from her mouth onto the plate, but that didn’t really bother her.

Surprisingly, the grease strains on her jacket weren’t bothering her as much as they normally would either. She normally was such a neat eater, but there was something about these foods that made her want to just dive right in.

“Kind of a shame there’s no spoon or anything for this fried rice,” Josie said with a pout. “I’d really like—” Her stomach interrupted her protest, and she glanced from left to right. For some reason, nobody else was in this park… Which was probably a good thing, considering what she was about to do.

“Ah, the hell with it. The horoscope said that this is my year or something, I guess I just got lucky.” She smirked, scooping handfuls of rice and chopped barbecue into her mouth. Sauce-laden grains stuck to her fingers, and she licked each of them clean with a sultry slowness.

Sitting was no longer as comfortable for her, so she rose to her knees, propping her hands on the table. This time, Josie wanted to see the plates magically refill. She stared at the empty dishes before her, eagerly awaiting some kind of magic.

Her attention was in the wrong place. There was indeed magic in the air, but it currently wanted to deal more with her body than with restocking the food. Her right ear tugged slightly, and she twitched her head to the left to compensate.

“Nhh… Leggo…” She moaned, pawing at the air. When her hand met no resistance, she assumed that it was just a trick of her imagination and returned her attention to the table. Little did she know that her right ear was large and triangular, almost exactly porcine in appearance.

The motion repeated with her left ear, and this time Josie turned in anger. “I said—huh? Rrrnk,” she half-snorted, “I could have sworn there was someone here…” The blonde brat’s brow furrowed, only for her new ears to twitch at a clanking.

“Oh, score!” She beamed, turning back towards the food. There was more of it than ever, and she set herself back to gorging herself, to devouring more and more and more. Her body began to bloat in earnest now, small runs trailing through her tights even as her shirt rode up against a growing pot belly.

“Hhhrrffll, omm…nnommrrnk…” She groaned, plowing face-first into another bowl of perfectly made fried rice. Her hair hung around her head in a golden halo, and she flicked it back with a grunt and a twitch of her nostrils, soon followed by another twitch of her nostrils. And another.

“Hgggnrrk! Heeey!” Josie whimpered, her nose aching as though someone was pulling on it. She could feel a pair of invisible fingers hooked in her nostrils, tugging them forwards. Worse, they were responding to this pull, literally flaring out and widening on her face.

Her heart hammered in her chest, and the girl’s elbows sank into nearby dumpling platters. Her hands pawed at her piggy nose, feeling its heart shape and the crinkles along the bridge of her new half-snout. “N-no way, this can’t be real! I look like some kind of… Of pig!”

Her stomach growled, and her head jerked forward of its own volition. Despite her horror, she was hungry—so very, very hungry. Grains of rice mashed against her wider nose as she dragged her jaw across the plate as though it was a serving spoon, giving her a cheek-stuffing mouthful of fried food.

“Oghnmrrnk! Whath happernnking?” Food flew from her mouth as she spoke-snorted, her eyes widening. “Awh can’t thtop eatrrRROINK!” It was the first true piggy sound of her body, and the starting shot to a war that would decide the fate of her body.

Unfortunately, this was also a war she was utterly unequipped to fight. Magic rolled across her body, a blitzkrieg of bulk popping her clothes at the seams. Her tights popped around her fat ass, showing off a pair of impressive moons. Her top burst as her torso barreled out, jiggling with porcine heft. Even her precious jacket fell to tatters as her arms took on more pudge than the Italian designer had accommodated for.

In the past, Josie was fond of bragging about her tailored clothes. “It’s Gucci, not K-Mart. These things aren’t supposed to stretch. When I get bigger, I’ll just buy new ones.” Now she could only sob in distress as they fell to tatters around her, exposing her fat body to the warm sunlit air.

“PhrrGRNK! PuhlEEEth! No more!” She groaned, even as she shuffled for another plate. Her ears twitched as more clatters sounded to her left and to her right, and her head swiveled to find more and more food being laid out for her.

It was just appearing in midair and falling to the table, old plates vanishing in much the same matter. Had Josie not been busy turning into a pig, she’d likely have thought she was on some hidden camera show. But she was indeed changing into an uncommonly hefty sow, which was worse than being filmed. It meant that she was in some sort of horror story.

Tears dripped down her pudgy cheeks, and she gorged herself on more and more food. The callipygian girl snorted and sobbed, tears adding an extra saltiness to the food that was just as good as soy sauce. A long and porcine tongue flopped past her lips, and she slurped a plate of what was once dumplings clean, turning her attention to some kebabs.

Josie’s hands fumbled for the sticks, but her fingers weren’t working right. She didn’t want to look at them, but she couldn’t keep herself from sending a frightened glance, expecting a case of ‘fat-hands’. The reality was so much more awful: her digits were clumping together, coalescing into hard, black hooves.

“NGGHORNK! PRRNKLEEESE!” She squealed to anyone who would listen, but her cries fell upon deaf ears. The girl thumped her cloven hooves to the table again and again, but was unable to split her fingers from one another. Her index and middle fingers had irrevocably fused, just as her ring digits and pinkies had.

A small tail corkscrewed from her spine, wiggling above her backside and only heightening her distress. Josie tossed her once-neat hair, whimpering as she saw just how much food was strewn about their locks. Then she dove into the kebabs, crunching the meat and bamboo sticks alike beneath her coarsening teeth.

Her tongue and cheeks thickened to not feel the splinters, but that only helped her feel how ugly her perfect teeth were getting. They were so thick now, so blocky and so coarse. She’d always flossed, and so feeling food getting caught between them was a personal nightmare. Worst of all were the two tusks that slipped over her upper lip, forcing her to shift her jaw forward like some primitive imbecile.

“NORRNT A PIGRRUUI!” Josie slobbered as she cried, a bubble of snot and food blowing from her upturned nose. Her large and pink ears turned towards another clatter of dishes, this one full of cream tarts.

Josie tried to resist, she really did. She held her head back as best she could, even though her thick thighs and calves were shortening. Her toes curled in her boots, the last human article of clothing she had on her, only to burst them as they expanded into thick and oafish trotters.

Perhaps this was the distraction her body needed to push her forwards onto that last plate—or perhaps it was just that she couldn’t hold herself back. Whatever the cause, the result was the same. Her lips crashed against the plate, and her ample, jiggling flesh toughened into a dull hide. Small hairs crept along her form to heighten her unkempt appearance, and she sucked as much food down as she coul din vast, devouring droves.

These puffs made her chest tingle in four neat rows, and Josie squealed as she grew fat and heavy porcine teats. Custard trickled down her cheek, which she rubbed against the scraps of her old clothing, eating them a moment later so that not a drop of food was wasted.

It was humiliating, mortifying, and agonizing for the girl who’d put so much effort into her body. She’d always been such a skinny brat, and now she was literally ready to be put into a pen. But there was no pen in sight, only more jingling, more clanging, more plates surrounding her fat porcine body.

“HRRGORNK RRROINK HGGHRRUUI!” She couldn’t speak even if she tried, though that didn’t keep her from attempting as much. The sow kept eating, even though there was no more to bloat. Somehow, she didn’t keep expanding. Somehow, she was kept constantly at peak sowdom, no more and no less.

It was a nightmare, a horrific world that Josie had found herself locked in. Her lumbering body kept eating, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. There was nothing she would do either, for she was always, always hungry.

Eating was her world now, and as the sun began to lower around herself she began to forget the old life she’d lived. Thoughts of clothes were replaced with dreams of dumpling. Intelligence devolved easily into craving. Identity was obliterated, and in its place was only an all-consuming need.

The sow snorted throughout the night, when the spirits who’d changed her were at their strongest. They mocked her openly in a language that she neither understood nor cared about. All the imbecilic sow wanted was more food, and she was richly rewarded.

Morning came after what felt like an eternity, though the sow was no longer in the park. She found herself in the spirits’ world, trapped atop that table of unending platters. And she loved it. She grunted, squealed, snorted and burped shamelessly in her endless banquet, reveling in gluttony.

Some say that she squealed so loud that it could be heard around the spirit world, and even in the real world. Some say that if one sits at the table and half-listens, they can hear the sounds of a sow that was once a bratty girl named Josie, forever gorging herself.