A Hotel Infinity Transformation Story (Thanks, b-ridge ! )

(Woman to Pig)

Lexie’s brow furrowed as she clutched the linens in her hands a little tighter. “I don’t mind making beds, but what the hell was up with that tone?” Her flats tapped on the marble as she walked into the room, hoping this guest wasn’t magical.

One look at the raven-haired woman told her otherwise. Not only was she dressed in an outlandish manner more befitting a fantasy world than reality; but she also carried herself with that self-centered, snobbish regard of all magic users.

“Oh, hi. Sorry for bothering. I’m here to make the sheets.” Lexie forced a smile to her face, talking in that stilting, overly obedient tone every maid learned after their first few weeks. “I’ll be right on my way after this.”

“I’m sure you will.” The sorceress slumped down into a chair, steepling her fingers. “Just try not to bother me, I’m busy.” She stared off into the distance as though plotting some nefarious scheme—which, given her dark aura, might very well have been the case.

“You certainly look busy.” Lexie spoke off-handedly, and immediately regretted it. The woman’s eyes narrowed at the maid, and Lexie could nearly taste impending disaster. She affected a peppy demeanor and bounced on her heels. “Which is why I’m here to ease those troubles for you. So why don’t you sit right there, and I’ll get to it!”

“I’m sure. By the way, I happen to be named Liliana Vess. I’ve heard that it’s customary here for masters to introduce themselves to our pet humans, so that’s why I’m lowering myself to your base level.”

Good lord, even a simple introduction set Lexie’s nerves on edge. The woman turned towards the bed so that the sorceress couldn’t see the frown spreading across her features. “That’s lovely, Mrs. Vess.”

“Miss, actually.”

“I can’t imagine why.” Lexie grumbled, twitching slightly at the knee-jerk response. Strike two already… If she wasn’t damned already, she was surely fair game now. The redhead tried to keep herself from betraying her anxiety, instead offering a correction this time. “I mean, because you look so young.”

“Hm.” Liliana muttered from behind her, and Lexie tried to ignore the feeling of trepidation in her belly. Then the butterflies in her stomach somehow regressed into cocoons—fat, full, heavy cocoons. She bit her lip anxiously, but was unable to keep herself from wriggling slightly on the sheets.

“S-so what do you do for a living, Miss Vess?” The maid tried.

“Hobbyist necromancy. I’d call it a profession, but that would seem droll.” Liliana’s words dripped with some quiet amusement. “Though to say I can only raise the dead would be an understatement. In truth, I happen to be a rather high-class mage, the kind who can learn even polymorphic spells.”

Polymorphic. Lexie knew full well what that meant, and immediately felt a mote of paranoia. Were her clothes always this tight? She couldn’t look at what was happening to her. That would guarantee Liliana would start taking pleasure in whatever she was doing. All the same, she couldn’t just change she sheets on her own either. She was feeling a little heavy and sluggish now, and the bed visibly sagged beneath her hands.

Lexie gave in after a moment more, not even making it to the pillows. She looked down to her stomach, letting out a squeal of surprise as she saw that she wasn’t just chubby: she was heavy. Her belly was distinctly round, gravity hanging it low below her form.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart? Feeling a bit cowed?” Liliana cooed, lifting her right leg from over her left, and re-crossing them in the other direction. The brief glance at her crotch the motion afforded Lexie left the girl’s heart racing for some reason, and she struggled to maintain her composure.

“Please, not a cow… I…” Lexie’s mind scrambled for excuses. “I need to do more work about the hotel.”

“But you are replaceable, aren’t you? I happened to review your hotel’s policies before checking in.” Liliana laughed, and much to Lexie’s surprise, the sound was almost human. There was a delighted melody to it, which only made her dread what the sorceress had in mind. “As far as your concern of form goes, you needn’t worry about becoming anything bovine.”

The redhead sighed with relief, realizing she’d been holding her breath. “I’m very glad to hear that. Thank you for your mercy, I’ll wear each of these pounds as a lesson to watch my words.” She tried to come up with the most groveling apology possible. That was usually the right call around these kinds of folk.

“Oh, you poor little maid. I’m not done with you yet.” Liliana tutted, twirling her finger in a corkscrew motion. As she did, a pressure began to build and build at the base of Lexie’s spine, and the maid writhed on the bed. “I said you wouldn’t become a cow. I never said you wouldn’t become an animal.”

“What kind of ani-muuuh…” Lexie groaned as her tailbone began to curl out from her, mimicking the spiraling motion of Liliana’s fingers. That was enough of a clue as to what the sorceress had in mind, but a part of Lexie refused to admit the truth until she’d seen it.

She turned her head towards her backside, lifting her skirt with trembling fingers and staring at the sight of a curled porcine tail. It wiggled a little, as if it was mocking her. Maybe it was. Lexie sobbed in disbelief, hearing the bed creak beneath her as she turned towards the sorceress.

“I’ve always thought pigs to be rather cute companions, wouldn’t you say? They’re just the right size to warm a bed; just stupid enough not to plot behind one’s back; just hungry enough to sate even the neediest of witches…” As she spoke, she moved her legs once more, this time spreading them.

“H-hungry?” Lexie stammered. That earlier gesture had made her think that she could see the woman’s vagina, but the maid had told herself that there was no way such a woman would go out in such a state of undress. The sight before herself confirmed thoughts that were in part suspicion and in part fantasy.

“Of course. A pet should tend to their master, after all. Besides that, I’ve always been a bit curious as to what a sow’s wet, snuffling nose would feel like against me.”

The redhead’s eyes glazed slightly, and she could feel her nose beginning to flatten out on her face. It twitched in her peripheral vision, and she unintentionally snorted through nostrils that were beginning to widen at a rapid pace.

She could smell more through her wider nostrils; could pick up a musky, rich flavor that spoke to her of pleasures untold. Lexie quavered on the bed indecisively, her upside-down heart of a pig’s nose crinkling as it finished its changes. “I-rrnk-shouldn’t…”

“And why shouldn’t you? It is your duty as a maid, is it not? You are to please your guests, and entertain their every… Fantasy.” Liliana lingered on the last word. She stroked at the pale cream of her thighs, and Lexie flinched as though she’d been struck.

She wasn’t a lesbian. Lexie had no reason to feel the way she did about this woman’s hourglass figure, or her milky skin. All the same, she couldn’t deny the twin aches in her heart and in the warmth between her legs.

“Of course, in pleasuring myself, you’ll be pleasuring yourself as well. Just this once, I’ve made it so that you can taste a fraction of the delight you’ll bring me. If you do a good enough job, this might even become a recurring reward—and doesn’t that sound nice?”

Lexie could feel her hands and feet cramping, but she didn’t pay them much heed. Instead, she slowly began to crawl towards Liliana, hating herself for what she was about to do. “You bitch.” She groaned, addled by lust. Her cloven hooves dug into the sheets, splitting her shoes as she moved on her hands and knees.

“I’ve been called worse. Coming from a sow like yourself; though, it’s almost laughable.” Liliana cooed.

“G-get out of mrrnk head.”

“Then get you head between my legs.”

What choice did she have? Lexie’s face flushed as she approached Liliana, her tongue thickening in her mouth. Her lips parted and coarsened, and she turned her green eyes towards the self-professed necromancer.

Then her wet, flat nose pressed against Liliana, and she played her tongue along the woman’s skin. The witch might have been evil to the core, but she was true to her word. Almost instantly, pleasure shot through every one of Lexie’s nerves, and she trembled as her arms and legs gave out beneath her.

“That’s a good girl.” Liliana purred, and Lexie could taste the satisfaction on her tone. Or maybe she was just tasting the satisfaction literally dripping from her master’s vagina. She didn’t quite know at this point.

Lexie let out a half-snorted whimper of her own, wetly slopping her tongue against Liliana once more. She felt so big, ponderous, and heavy; and yet the delight that was coursing through her body sent her into the heavens. The transforming woman shoved her tongue in a little deeper, outright moaning into Liliana’s vagina.

“Oooh!” Liliana moaned, her thighs clamping around Lexie’s cheeks. “More like that, if you will. Harder, like you want it.”

The maid’s face stretched in response to that. She could feel it happen, and she hated herself for not knowing if she truly hated this or not. Her developing snout speared her tongue deeper into her master’s sex, which in turn only heightened her own pleasure.

She looked like some kind of pig with human breasts, ears, and hair. And even then, Lexie knew that those features weren’t to last much longer. The humiliation burning through her chest was met with a new sensation, as rows of pleasure budded into life along her belly.

“Oorghhnk! Ruui-nk!” Lexie squealed like a pig, her face burning with embarrassment. She was more embarrassed that she could ever remember being in her life, even though she knew that there was nothing she could do to stop it.

“That’s my good girl.”

The possessive term didn’t escape Lexie’s notice, nor did the whelming wave of dull bliss that accompanied it. Lexie shivered, hating how much her fat body rippled with the motion. Her piggish limbs shifted beneath her, hooves scuffing at the room’s carpeted floor.

She hated Liliana for this, even though her dwindling mind could no longer properly express such loathing. She hated the witch for making her into a dumb, sex-crazed pig. She loved her master for it at the same time, and that only made her…

Lexie didn’t know how that made her feel. She was flushed as though she was angry, and yet there was a warm content in her heart that came from pleasuring the most important person to her. She knew the feelings were artificial, but that didn’t keep them from existing. Confusion settled in her glazing eyes, and her nose twitched against Liliana’s sex.

“What’s the matter? Is my good sow confused?” Liliana cooed, bringing her hands to Lexie’s ears and caressing them. They widened at the necromancer’s touch, flaring out into earlobes vaguely reminiscent of sails.

Lexie’s head twitched slightly at the new feelings she was getting from her ears, then she flopped them with the realization that the new feeling wasn’t entirely bad. She began to rock her body towards Liliana in a constant pushing motion, as though she was trying to fuck her with her snout.

“Nnh!” Liliana trembled, and Lexie shuddered beneath her.

A new flavor filled Lexie’s mouth, one of content and satisfaction. The sow savored every last drop, her eyes shining with pride at how good of a job she’d done. There was still a trace of shame in her chest, but she couldn’t focus on it even if she tried.

Liliana panted, caressing Lexie’s ears and leaning back against her chair. “That’s my… Hm. I don’t actually know your name.”

That was one of the only things in English that Lexie knew how to say, and she proudly opened her piggy lips. “GrrUINK!” She snorted, only to crinkle her nose at the realization that she could no longer speak.

“Well, I’ll never be able to pronounce that. We’ll just have to call you Pudge, won’t we?” Liliana purred, petting the pig’s head, causing the strands of her hair to fall from her pink scalp.

Lexie could feel the cottony dimwittedness of an animal settle into her mind, knowing that it was because of the woman’s touch. Somehow the loss of her hair was… Lexge didn’t know if it was because of that, or a sympt… A… A related thing from it. But Ledge knew that it was something she wanted.

Or… Didn’t want? Ludge was finding it so hard to think. She snorted, and backed warily away from her master. Why was she backing away? She knew that Master was her master, so why would she back away? One single strand of hair clung to Ludge’s head, the red almost perfectly blending into the pink of her scalp.

“Oh, poor dear. Let me get that for you.” Master spoke confidently, as always, and darted her hand towards the hair.

Ludge let out a snort of alarm, then the prick of pain from the hair’s pulling was followed by a warm, welcoming void. Pudge had no thought, no real memories or dreams for the future. She knew that being with Master made her feel good, and so she nuzzled Master.

Master made some of those human sounds, but since they weren’t direct commands Pudge didn’t understand them. Pudge didn’t mind that. Pudge liked it like that. She trotted beside her Master and nuzzled into her ear scratches, a pig in maid’s clothing.