Smoke and MirrorsOriginally posted on DeviantArt on Jul 31 2015(woman to pig transformation)The gorg
Smoke and MirrorsOriginally posted on DeviantArt on Jul 31 2015(woman to pig transformation)The gorgeous girl leads you down, down, down into the smoky chamber. Already things feel unreal; like you’re in the beginning of a drug haze. But still, you follow her, unable to pull your eyes from her glorious rear. Both big, beautiful blushing cheeks peek out at you shyly from under her thong, moving fluidly as she walks with confident purpose. How could you help but follow, wherever she goes?And at last she goes through a door, beckoning you to enter. Her bedchamber, perhaps? It’s dark, and as smoky as the rest of this ethereal place. Candles gutter on every surface, somehow giving enough light to show the bed, but not the walls. Still, you can see her clearly, and that’s all you really need. The gorgeous blonde turns around, her front every bit as captivating as her rear, and smiles at you, shyly and hopefully. You swallow and nod, and with a bright smile she seizes your hands, pulling you back with her towards the bed. She tips backwards, landing with a soft plop on her magnificent butt. You follow her down.Hungrily, sloppily, the beautiful girl kisses you, as though she has never tasted anything so sweet as your lips. Is this real? It feels like it. The warmth of her body in your arms. The tickle of her breath. The weight of her, as she climbs into your lap, her plush flesh putting an exquisite pressure on your aching manhood. She bounces up and down a little on your lap, making sure you feel it. At last you can wait no longer, tearing off the blonde vision’s bra and roughly discarding it. Her healthy breasts bounce, free at last. As they should be. Breasts such as these are meant to be seen. Roughly you grope them, making her squeal as you twist her nipples, but her hands are quickly clasped around yours in encouragement, in her desire for more. She doesn’t want you to stop. Her kisses become sloppier and more desperate.She raises her hips, and together you free her of her panties, disdainfully tossing them on the floor. The rest of her clothing – really just her pumps, her stockings, and a little jewelry – are quickly cast off as well. And now she is completely naked, as nature intended. You join her in nudity, tearing off your shirt. She goes to work unfastening your pants. With a grunt, you free your genitals, stiff and ready for her. She gasps, and her glorious body feels even better now that both of you are bare. There is heat radiating off of her ample flesh, which you take to be from her ardor. You lift her hips, sheathing yourself deep in her wet and willing body. She bounces up and down on you, assisted by your hands on her hips, but she moans, and begs you to take her from behind. How can you refuse? As she turns, squatting on all fours on the bed, you slap and squeeze the cheeks of her big, perfect butt. Yes, this is how you want to make love to her, too. The view of her that you want. With her head down, and her ass up to greet you. You mount this sensual woman, claim her, in pure animal lust.She squeals as you take her, thrusting her hips back against you in her eagerness. Her enthusiasm is infectious. Your mind is still hazy from the smoke and fog, but she is all you want. All you need. Her unusually throaty, animal sounds of passion work their way through the jumbled sensory information in your brain, but you can’t make sense of them. So you continue, even as something begins to tickle your belly where you press repeatedly against her.Blinking, you look down at a wiggling corkscrew of flesh emerging from the base of her spine. It’s a tail, you realize – like a pig’s tail. Something in the back of your mind suggests concern, but she feels so good around you, and she’s so eager. You squeeze her plump cheeks and continue unhindered. Besides, you are surprised to think, her lovely butt looks even better with a tail.Your breath comes faster as you thrust into her, feeling her heat and her naked animal desire. And curiously, she does seem to be becoming more and more like an animal. You see her ears emerge from her tousled blonde locks, becoming much larger and floppy, and as you run your hand under her, across her breasts and belly, you feel more small breasts where her taut, flat tummy used to be. Glancing around her, trying to catch a glimpse of her teats, you see her hands and feet – now misshapen, like the beginnings of hooves.You try to say something, but only a grunting sound comes out. Your teeth feel strange in your mouth, and the pressure her body is putting on your manhood is changing. Is… is the same thing happening to you? But again, the feeling of comfort, of rightness, muddies the clarity of your thoughts and decision-making. There is only her, and she shall be yours, damn the consequences.At your hesitation, though, she looks over her shoulder, smiling lustily at you. Her eyes are clouded with ardor, but that’s not the only difference. You see that they are darker, now poised on either side of a small but growing snout. Her nostrils flex and she grunts, her beautiful form somehow complimented perfectly by her pig features rather than marred by them. She squeals again as you thrust particularly deeply, and you realize that even as a pig, you are besotted with her.So you continue, thrusting faster against her hips. Her glorious bottom seems bigger now, but that is welcome, for you feel bigger, as well. You grunt and snort, feeling your own nostrils flare, and smell her delicious scent in startling clarity. It can only be because you too now have a pig’s senses. Your nose is a nascent snout, your ears large and high on your head. Just like this perfect girl.As you fill her depths, you continue to change. Your limbs shorten, hands and feet beginning to grow stiffer. Your belly swells large and round, and at the end of your own spine, you feel your twitching tail form. Your neck swells, deepening the sound of your grunting into something not even remotely human. And inside her moist depths, even your tumescence changes, becoming longer and rougher and twisted at the end. At her entrance, your skin thickens to bristly hide, becoming a sheath that your proud, erect penis can retreat to after lovemaking. And your testicles become gigantic, swelling in your scrotum to immense proportions. Instead of fear, you only feel more manly; more powerful with your beastly genitals. You are something primal, a force of nature, and a penis like this is the appropriate tool for taming your sow. But your legs have changed enough that your posture is no longer tenable, and you fall back, your coiled penis tugging at her own changing pussy as it pulls out. You sprawl on the bed awkwardly, and she turns around to see what’s wrong, squealing in frustrated desire. She needs you in her as much as you need her. But you get a good look at your gorgeous lover. She too is much fatter now, her belly large and rounded with taut pigflesh, and her hooved arms and legs have almost completely taken on a pig’s proportions. Her skull is significantly larger, mounted on a quadruped’s thick neck, and other than her hair, there isn’t much left of her old head. Her snout is long and fully developed, the perfect tool for a beast like her to root on the ground for her next meal.But even though she is mostly pig, she is still surprisingly beautiful to you. Instead of disgust, your addled mind is filled with pride that you have done this; that you have domesticated this gorgeous woman and transformed her into an appropriate mate for yourself. Barely any of your consciousness registers anything wrong with this thought, and you are eager to complete the task, to tame her as your doting mate, free of all her old, unimportant human concerns. To remove her entirely from the human race, and return her to a more primal, more sensual state, where she will only need to be concerned with servicing your needs and bearing your children.You mount her again, confident now. The pressure on your twisted penis as it pushes deep inside her bestial folds is delicious. Your thrusting is faster, and you grunt in her floppy ears as your own head transforms, holding tight to her with hooved forelegs that have nothing in common with your old arms and hands. You feel her huge, beautiful butt reshape under you, her hips and thighs rounding out into pig flanks, and her blonde tresses fade as well. Soon, she is little more than a pig, a bloated sow squealing her encouragement to you as you ravish her into a fat farm animal.Her animal pussy has become coiled, as well, squeezing your twisting length like a glove. And with the plump cheeks of her ass transformed, there is no resistance to you, no way she could cross her legs or block or deny you access to her feminine treasure. Under her flitting tail, her pussy, and even her tight butthole, are fully and forever exposed. You find that you are particularly glad that she will never be able to cover these things again, that her privates will always be on display. She is such a sensual being, that it is only appropriate that her sex be permanently exposed; that anyone who sees her knows immediately that she is an animal meant to be mounted. An animal that is, in fact, routinely mounted. Mounted by you. These thoughts push you over the edge at last, and she squeals with you as you both reach an inhumanly powerful climax.You orgasm as a boar for minutes on end, filling and fulfilling the fat sow. Your animal heart is beating powerfully in your chest, giving you strength, as vast quantities of semen are transferred from your enormous testicles into her eager, willing womb. Enough to fill her belly with many piglets; to domesticate her as the mother of your young. You have a feeling that the natural order has been restored, and at last pull out, nuzzling your massive porcine lover. You find that you are happy to have turned her into a sow. Even if the cost was to become a boar yourself, it was worth it to turn such a beautiful woman into this bloated sow and claim her forever as your docile and submissive mate.The fat sow grunts contentedly, clearly satisfied with her orgasm and her new status in life. What you have done to her. Somehow you have taken this beautiful, desirable woman and turned her into a grunting hog. You take a moment to examine her, looking over her obese porcine body, her seemingly endless expanses of pigflesh. Your handiwork. Her animal fecundity is impressive, and if you had not seen her transform, you would have thought that she was always a pig. You look particularly at her exposed, wet genitals with pride. You don’t even care about your own exposure, now proud of your large, bestial penis and testicles. You want them to be seen, so everyone can appreciate your masculinity. The sow seems eager to cuddle, and you nuzzle each other with your snouts, and rub your big, bloated bodies against each other. The warmth radiating off her thick pigflesh is welcome and comforting. You both lie down, the whole length of your bodies pressed together, and she licks the side of your face like a beloved pet would. At last you both drift off to sleep; two fat pigs grunting quietly to each other.You awake much later as she kisses you. You blink, still groggy, but the confusion of sleep quickly passes. And now your mind is clear again, the smoke and haze of last night gone. You stand up, your four hooves and squat legs easily supporting your bulk, happily feeling your new penis hanging powerfully under you, and look over to your mate. You wonder what you should do first – make love again, or find breakfast. You are leaning towards making love when you get a good look at your fat sow.But she is no longer fat, or a sow. She smiles at you radiantly, her tousled blonde curls looking a little disheveled, but as beautiful as they were yesterday. Her original facial features are back, with no hint of a snout. And her body is again curved and attractive, her plump, sexy breasts looking lonely now that they are bereft of their companions – how could she ever nurse a litter with just two of them? Her belly is firm and taut above her flared hips, and her long legs are pressed together, denying you a clear look at her feminine treasure. She turns around, gathering her clothing, and you stare at her magnificent butt, now wholly restored to its sexy human shape. Again, you are captivated, lost in its movement as she bustles about, redressing.How is she human again? She should be a sow! Your sow! She should be waddling on all fours, eagerly waiting for you to mate her again! Eager to become the mother to your piglets! You squeal in a mix of surprise and anger. How has this happened? How has your sow been taken from you? At your noise, she turns back to you. “Good morning, honey,” she says brightly, her voice full of sunshine. As though nothing is wrong. She rubs you on the head, seemingly not even remotely surprised that you are a pig and she is not.She continues to prattle on, her melodious human voice seeming less desirable to you than her piggish squealing. “How are you feeling?” she asks. “My God, pig orgasms are amazing. I always love sex like that. And you did pretty good for your first time as a boar. I bet it felt like losing your virginity all over again, huh?”You squeal petulantly at her, feeling betrayed. But it’s like she can tell what you’re trying to say. Not surprising, perhaps – if she can choose to become a pig, she’s probably good at reading pigs, as well. “Oh, you’ll get used to it, baby. There’s a lot you’ll enjoy about being a boar. And even though you won’t be screwing me, there are plenty of ordinary sows for you to have your way with. Not quite the same thing, I know. But you have plenty of good experiences ahead, as the pig you were meant to be.”Again you oink peevishly, mad at her for how casually she can escape life as your animal, your mate, your plaything. Didn’t she love you? Didn’t she recognize how amazing, how manly you are? Was it all a lie?She sighs, kneeling down and taking hold of both sides of your head with her dainty, elegant fingers. “I’m sorry. It was all smoke and mirrors, baby. A honey trap. I find piggish men, and turn them into the swine they were born to be. But can you blame me if I take the opportunity to luxuriate in a pig’s orgasm? That’s always worth becoming a sow for. I’m sorry if I made you think it was you, personally, I was so into. I just really get off on climaxing as a sow. It may just be my job – but, well, I do love my work.”She stands up, opening another door that leads away from the strange bedchamber, to your future. “Come on, baby. Let’s get you in the pigsty, where you belong,” the beautiful blonde says, cheer in her voice again. She kisses you on the snout, and turns to lead you away to your new home. And again, you can’t help but follow her gorgeous, glorious butt, looking with lust at the ass that led you into this new life. But, sexy as her plump bottom is, you can’t help but feel it looked better with a tail.Stock image used available from Depositphotos at http://depositphotos.com/30830985/stock-photo-young-sexy-striptease-dancer.html -- source link
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