(Fate/ Grand Order TF, Mass TF, People to Pigmen and Tiny Sows)

(Based on a story by @Raxafelx !)

“Masterrrr,” BB stretched the word out into my ears, in that special tone of hers that promised nothing but trouble.

“I’m busy.”

It was a flat refusal, and had worked in the past. It wasn’t that I disliked her; more that I genuinely didn’t have time for whatever chaos she was about to bring into my life. BB was like that.

“I saw your DeviantArt history,” was her reply.

I slammed my laptop shut so quickly that I worried I might have broken the screen. But that would be a problem for later. For now, there was so much damage that BB could do to me here. Would she tell the mother hen servants, who’d find offense that their dear Master would be as deranged as Circe? Worse, would she tell the saints?

Something in my thoughts must have been obvious, because her smile widened. “You’ll want to see Jeanne.”

She skipped – literally skipped – behind me the entire way over to my favorite Ruler’s room. It made plenty of sense: BB had a natural aversion to Rulers, and of course she’d start with one I was close with. I frantically searched my mind for apologies, excuses, anything that might keep her from making that heartbreakingly disappointed face at me.

I was not ready for what awaited me.

“SKREE!” Jeanne Alter squealed, seconds before letting out another porcine “HRRUUIIII!”

Of course she did. After all, the Dragon Witch was little more than a miniature pig. She was smaller even than a plush, easily held in one hand. Her hair marked her apart from any animal—for just a moment. As I watched, the long and white strands fell from her head one at a time, jostled from her head by motion.

Said motion came from Jeanne humping the little pig, grinding her unshaved pussy against her twin’s. A bit of drool trailed down her chin, and it took her a second to look up at me. She paused mid-hump and I realized with a start that I was mistaken: she’d actually grown a cock and was balls-deep inside Jalter.

“Guh,” was the best I could manage. It’s not every day you get to see your crush get fucked by their sibling in front of you.

“MasterRRRRHHHRRKK.” Jeanne started to squeak in flushed embarrassment, only to violently bulge out of her clothes. Her enormous breasts sucked back into a muscled chest. Her chainmail popped like a metallic firecracker, split by her piggish belly and firm muscles. Tusks jutted past her lower lip, forcing her mouth half-open into a goonish grimace.

“Don’t worry, he’s not surprised because he’s gotten off to this dozens of times,” BB smirked. She pressed her fingers lightly against Jalter’s tiny back, and new sensations violated my mind.

It was like I was both of them at the same time. I could feel BB’s finger pressing against my back, squishing my tiny sow body against my sister’s massive pig cock. I could feel Jalter’s walls tightly gripping my dick. They tensed with each breath she took.

“You like that? I’m just giving you a taste of your options,” BB purred. She squeezed Jalter’s tiny sow body and I moaned.

Jeanne couldn’t take it any more. I could taste her humiliation, and also her lust. She didn’t just want this. Her pigman body needed this. She squeezed Jalter’s body with hooflike hands and I felt their pinch against my sides. Jalter quivered with a pathetically small squeal and I felt her quiver against my cock.

“HRRRNK!” I snorted, my own nose flattening on my face, upturning. I blushed, but couldn’t even reach up to it before Jeanne started to pump her sister’s body back and forth like a squirming fleshlight.

For just a moment, a look that might have been pity crossed Jeanne’s face. Then it disappeared, and was replaced with mindless, feral lust.

I felt it, all of it. Her mind had never been  too bright yet was always dignified. Still, it broke instantly, overwhelmed by the feelings coming from the tiny sow she was holding. No, that he was holding. There was nothing left buy a horny pigman.

“You like that, huh?” BB booped my bigger nose with a finger, and suddenly my mind was in another room in Chaldea.

The cafeteria was full of mindless squeals. There were a few flickers of recognition as rivals fell upon each other or faced each other.

Morgan held each of her knights in a massive hand. Melusine had always been small, but was now pitifully insignificant against her queen’s turgid cock. Barghest had once dwarfed her, and was now just a wriggling form currently nosing her snout against one of Morgan’s pulsing veins.

“REEE! SQUEEE!” They sounded so feeble, so needy. Each of them licked desperately at Morgan’s cock, begging to be the first to take her pigman dick for a ride.

Morgan wasn’t looking at either of them though. She was instead drooling down onto her daughter Mordred, who was currently stuffing a tiny sow version of her adopted daughter, Baobhan Sith. The former’s eyes rolled, as the last of her hair fell from her head and his new identity cemented itself. The latter could only let out muffled squeals, mashed against her changing mother’s beer gut.

I wondered what it was like to feel so full, and I felt myself begin to expand. BB wrapped her arms around me, enjoying the sensation of my gut growing, of my hips spreading.

“You really should have taken my offer, senpiggy,” she purred.

“Would-HRRNK-it have changed anything?” I groaned. I didn’t expect to feel so hot, so full. Sweat was already dewing on my face, exerted from the act of existing.

“Well…” She tugged on my ears, and as they stretched I felt my consciousness slip away again, this time to the exercise room.

Martha, prim and proper Saint, was slumped against a punching bag, humping his new dick against it feverishly, purple hair falling from his head with each thrust. He drooled onto its leather, gazing with open, envious eyes at the other pigman in the room.

Two embodiments of Venus were fucking with reckless abandon. Ishtar burned with shame at how big her new body was; at how fat and muscled she’d become; at how she could feel her mind slipping away. It only made sense that a goddess might have more resistance than the average Servant.

What made less sense was how Nero was able to retain so much of her humanity. She wriggled defiantly, though I honestly couldn’t tell if her cries of “SKREEE” and “HRUIII” were meant to be insults or encouragement. It looked like she was just as insatiable as a tiny sow as she was as a girl.

However, as the two continued to fuck, it became clear that very little of them would remain, if anything. Their eyes glazed. Their mouths fell slack and they drooled onto the gym’s floor. And when they came, their cries filled the room.

It was the cue the pigman who’d been Martha was waiting for, and he lumbered over to the new tiny sow, using the Ishtar-boar’s cum as lube.

Of all the emotions I’d expected to feel, envy wasn’t one of them. My gut cramped, and I let out a shrill squeal. The world felt like it was growing around me, and my mind returned to my body in time to shrink out of my clothes.

They fell atop me like so many heavy blankets, and I squirmed about in horror. After all that, was I going to end up as a tiny sow? I thought for sure I’d at least be a pigman who could snort out something of a confession to Jalter!

Massive hands grabbed my sides, and I was tugged up from my clothes. I turned a baleful glare back, expecting to see BB smirking down at me. Instead, I saw a dumb, horny pigman. I only knew he had been Jeanne from seeing her change. Otherwise, there wasn’t even a trace of the demure girl who’d once scolded me for swearing.

BB opened her mouth to say something. A quip, maybe. But Jeanne was faster.

His dick was already hard again, and I felt his thick pig cock filling my tiny body. It was like each pump of his hips stuffed me full to the back of my throat, cutting off my shameful squeaks. “SKREEEGLKEEEEULKRRUUUII!

“Oh my, you really turned out to be a horny one, didn’t you?” BB cooed, smirking at us from across the room. “Got anything to say to that sow you had a crush on?”

I looked over to Jalter, but she was still dazed. It looked like her sister had filled her with enough cum to literally distend her belly. Would that happen to me too? I was afraid, not that it might, but at how good it might feel.

My pigman quickened his pace behind me, pumping a bit faster. I squealed out to the other tiny sow in the room, feeling hot precum from my mate’s dick, each drop a threat of an uncontrollable tide. Then he finally came with enough force to choke me again.

I felt myself stretch, even though some of his amazing cum dripped from my pussy onto the floor. No, amazing? It… It really was. I’d liked that. I wanted more. I wanted to snort into the other tiny sow’s face, to have my mate fuck us both again.

“You can’t even remember their names, ha! I bet you can’t even remember your own,” something in the human’s words set my mind on edge, like I should have been insulted. But she’d said it with a smile and a happy tone, so it didn’t make any sense to me to feel upset about it.

“Aww, what good dumb piggies. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you get to meet every single pigman in my new Chaldea.” The human gestured towards part of the room, which opened to reveal the musk of more pigmen than my stupid brain could count, each of them ready to have their turn…