(F to Pig)

I know I shouldn’t be, but I’m still nervous. I look at Mira again, feeling that mix of warmth and butterflies in my chest.

She’s perfect, in every way. I love the way she smiles, the way she laughs, the way she thinks. We could talk for hours about the same thing every day and I’d still be just as enthralled as the first time. Which does make it a little bit surprising that I’m about to make her into a fat, sweaty pig.

But that’s just love. Or, it probably is. And if it isn’t, I don’t want to hear what is.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Mira laughs, and I realize I’ve been staring. “And besides, you’ll change me back in a week, right?”

I don’t have to. It’s completely within my power to make this as cruel or degrading as I want. But when I’m with her, I don’t feel that way.

So instead of starting this with a curse or a hex, I start with a kiss. It’s not our first, but that doesn’t make it any less precious. Her lips are warm and soft against mine, and I can taste a hint of strawberry. I tweak her throat a little, changing that first.

One of Mira’s greatest fantasies about these changes is to experience something different, after all. And what better way to start that than to give her pig breath?

Her eyes open, surprised for a moment. Then they crinkle with that shine that graces my dreams. Her breath tastes not quite rotten, but certainly nothing like the sweet flavor it had moments ago. I let that linger for her for a few moments more, before I numb her taste buds a little.

We break the kiss, and she notices that I made her drool just a bit thicker. She gulps, and her stomach gurgles for a moment before swelling. She looks down to it, delighted, pressing her hands against herself.

“Liking it so far?” I ask.

“I’ve never been fat,” Mira chuckles. “Does it ever feel any less… Heavy?”

“Well, you’ll know that soon,” I chuckle, squeezing her breasts and rubbing my thumbs against her nipples.

She sucks in a deep, pleasured breath through her nostrils. They flare on her face, and her nose turns upward, flattening. She lets out an adorable “hrnk,” then another. The first was reflex, but I can tell from her smirk that the second was just to turn me on.

Of course, I might know how to push some of her buttons, but that means she knows how to push some of mine. Too bad for her, I’m competitive.

I cup one hand against her fattening hips, pushing her back and slipping my tongue into her mouth. I press against her teeth, slowly pushing them a little out of place, growing her a pair of cute piggy tusks. I pull back and beam at my handiwork.

“You-rrnk-know, I used to have braces,” Mira twitches her nose as she talks. She crosses her eyes to get a better look at it, and smiles wide enough to show off her new tusks.

“If only your parents knew they’d date someone magic.” I think it’s appropriately clever, and she giggles out another snort. It’s so cute that I double her weight, and her laugh makes her new body ripple with motion.

“Mmhg-rrnk. You know, I had something clever about them being religious,” she squeezes her new belly, stroking her fingers beneath it. “But someone had to go and distract me.”

“I’m sure that someone will have to make it up to you somehow,” I wink.

“Maybe by giving me hooves?”

“Maybe.” I take her hands in mine, squeezing them gently. Her skin hardens at my touch, fingers easily merging into a set of trotters. Her wrists bulge a little too as her palms shrink away into nothingness.

“Halfway there.” Mira winks.

“You’re lucky I love a girl that knows what she likes,” I scoot back, pressing my fingers against her soles. She has a cute fixation about her feet, so I curve her spine a little so she can better watch the show.

Slowly, I push back against her big toes first, pushing them deeper and deeper into her feet until there’s nothing left. Then I squeeze her toes together, two at a time. I work slowly, so she can feel her skin and muscle merging; then her bones as well.

The sound of her mixed moans and snorts are absolute music to my ears. But I don’t want to be the only one savoring the sound, so I stretch her ears next. They grow to points, skin stretching large enough so that they flop over cutely.

Well, cutely to us, but that’s what counts in my book.

Mira squeezes her eyes shut as her skull starts to reshape. It’s not painful, I’d never let it be, but it still feels odd to her. Her jaw stretches out, and she works it from side to side curiously, slowly opening her eyes to find they’ve shifted spots on her head.

“Weird...” She looks from side to side, taking in her new perception.

“You think that’s weird? Just wait until you get a good look at yourself.” I wave back at the ceiling above us, and it shimmers into a mirror.

Mira outright squeals in delight, wiggling her arms and legs as they slowly pull back into her body, leaving her with a completely inhuman figure. The only thing really noticeable about her now is her hair. It’s a look I very much like, but today isn’t about me.

She shakes her head as her scalp starts to itch. Her arm reaches up to try and scratch at herself, but she can’t reach that far. So she shakes her head a little harder, enough to dislodge some of the hairs on her head. I press my hand against the top of her head, curling my fingers and scratching free a few more of her gorgeous hairs.

She’s now nearly indistinguishable from a common sow, and I laugh. “Well, you look like a pig and you sound like one… But I think we both know what’s missing for you to really feel like one.”

Sweat starts to dew over her pink hide, and she shudders, rolling over onto her side. “Mmh-rrnk-make me a stinky pig,” she giggles.

I realize that I’ve forgotten something very important, and as she starts to sweat a little harder, I trail my finger against her tailbone, scratching small circlers around it.

Each itch brings with it a little more growth, swirling just like my itching. Soon she has a pleasantly curly tail, one that wiggles with delight as she snorts more and more air through her flat snout.

Seeing her enjoy her own musk like this is a new kind of pleasure for me, and I hug her porcine body tightly. I can’t help but chuckle a bit, feeling her sweat soak into my clothes. I’ll need to put them through at least a double wash cycle so they don’t stink like a pigpen.

But she’s worth it like that.