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Farmhouse Rules by #crazypicklehead2002

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“No, Johnathan. The Merritt account is mine,” Cali barked into her cell phone as she sped down the winding Texas backroad.

“Becau- because- Johnathan, you aren’t listening. That account rightfully belongs to me.”

The rain beat down on Cali’s Mercedes as she fishtailed around another curve in the faint moonlight.

“Because I did all the work, and I deserve the commission, that’s why!”

She was losing her temper as the storm refused to yield. The coupe zipped through the night air at a much faster pace than it should be travelling in such a downpour.

“Whatever, we’ll talk about it when I get back to the States.”

Cali angrily hung up on Johnathan as the phone slipped out of her hands and tumbled into the floorboard.

As she fumbled for the phone at her feet, Cali took her eyes off the road for a mere second, but let out a shriek when she refocused her gaze and realized all she could see ahead of her were trees. As she jerked the wheel hard to the left, the Mercedes’ anti-skid technology did all it could, but it was too little, too late, and the car careened down the steep slope into the dense, dark forest below. Cali screamed bloody murder before the impact with the pine tree silenced her.

Then everything went black.


Cali opened her eyes to find her vision bombarded with cracked, peeling baby-blue paint, and she realized she was no longer in her car. She was covered in a thick patchwork quilt that looked like something her grandmother would have made, and the soft but lumpy mattress beneath her indicated that she was lying on someone’s bed.

Confused, Cali sat up and winced in pain as she bent her hip, and pulling back the covers, she discovered that her left leg had been hastily bandaged and was supported by a wooden splint. Her head ached, and Cali was surprised to find that her head was also wrapped in gauze, and felt damp. Her fingers were stained red after touching the bandage, and she knew she must be bleeding.

She looked around the room. It looked to be an old, but fairly well-maintained home. More of a cabin, Cali thought. The room was probably a guest room. It was the definition of minimalist, and only contained the bed Cali was currently occupying, an antique dresser with a mirror, a sturdy looking chair that looked to be home-made, and a desk that contained what appeared to be several surgical instruments and a needle and thread.

Someone had patched Cali up, but her brain still hadn’t processed what had actually taken place. That’s when she remembered the crash. Or parts of it, at least. She groaned as she realized that she had surely missed her flight, as the sunlight streaming through the lacey curtains indicated that it was now the following morning.

Cali had been on her way to the airport for a year-long vacation in order to “find herself.” After six years with her advertising firm, she had finally saved up enough days and cash to take a gap year, and due to increasing tension amongst the firm’s staff, that’s exactly what Cali planned to do. This was going to be her own personal ‘Eat, Pray, Love’, as Cali had put it. Of course, the best laid plans of mice and men often go awry, as they say, and now here was Cali, lying in someone else’s bed instead of backpacking across Europe as planned. Cali was growing increasingly uneasy and was about to call out, when suddenly, a woman appeared in the doorway.

The woman looked to be in her late forties and had a pretty face which was framed by her dark raven hair which she wore in a loose ponytail tied behind her head. She was rotund, to say the least, and Cali wagered she must weigh at least 400 pounds. Her belly was concealed by the long bathrobe she was wearing, but Cali could see the form of it even through the thick fabric. It jutted out from her midsection like a massive water balloon and jiggled as she shuffled sideways through the door. As impressive as her belly was, the woman’s breasts completely dwarfed it. They were the largest boobs Cali had ever seen in her life. There was no cup size in existence that could contain the massive watermelons the woman carried on her chest. Their sheer weight pulled them down to either side of the woman’s belly, although they still appeared full and plump, even beneath the terrycloth garment. She sported a triple chin that engulfed her neck entirely, and her shoulders rose and fell each time she took a breath. Apparently making her way into the room had made her out of breath.

“She lives!” The woman said softly as she lowered herself into the chair next to the desk. The chair groaned and creaked in agony, but surprisingly held firm.

“I hope you’ll forgive me if I sit,” the woman continued. “It’s hard to carry these puppies around for more than a couple of minutes.” She gestured to her gargantuan rack with her pudgy fingers, still breathing heavily.

“My name is Beatrice, and I live here with my husband Bill. You can call me Bea if you’d like. You were in a mighty dangerous crash. Put you out like a light for over two weeks.”

TWO WEEKS? Cali’s uneasiness immediately returned.

“Clem, our farmhand, found you while he was out hunting that night. He heard the crash in the distance and went to investigate. You were busted up pretty bad, so he brought you back and I patched you up as best I could. I don’t have much experience with treating injuries, but it looks like you’re free of infection and healing up nice.” The woman smiled.

“Sure, tell that to my bleeding skull,” Cali thought to herself.

Cali tried to speak, but found her throat to be parched and dry. Bea motioned to a glass on the nightstand next to the bed which Cali hadn’t noticed before. Cali quickly grabbed it and took a long sip, before nearly spitting the creamy liquid onto the floor.

“It’s milk?!” Cali cried.

“Yep, our water well is small, so we drink a lot of milk around here. In fact, it’s one of the ways we nursed you back to health.” Bea explained.

The milk didn’t taste like any milk Cali had tried before. She had never been much of a milk drinker, and didn’t much care for the taste. But this was different. It was good. Really good. Cali immediately took another giant swig, then another and another until she emptied the large glass.

“Thatta girl. It’ll make you strong.” Bea smiled again.

“Thanks for saving my life,” Cali started, “but do you have my cell phone? I need to call someone to pick me up.”

“Well, the thing is, your cell phone was crushed like a soda can in the crash. There is nothing left of it but bits of broken plastic.” Bea said as her smile faded.

“Well, can I use your phone?” Cali asked.

“Sorry, don’t have one. Never had much use for phones way out here.” Bea said.

“So, I have no way to contact anyone? I’m assuming you don’t have internet?” Cali knew the answer as Bea shook her head.

“No TV, either.” The massive woman added.

“Well, can you at least drive me to the nearest gas station so I can use a payphone?” Cali pleaded.

Bea hesitated.

“Let me guess, no car?” Cali was beginning to panic.

“Not since it broke down.” Bea replied. “Again, just didn’t have much need for it, so we stopped having Clem repair it.”

“Just point me in the right direction and I’ll walk back to the road.” Cali said, growing more and more nervous.

“Not in your current condition.” Bea said with a stern look on her face. “It ain’t an easy hike back to the road, and you’d be liable to fall and hurt yourself further. Plus, there’s a grizzly that’s been prowling the woods outside the farm. You don’t want to be limping around while he’s on your trail.”

“So what am I supposed to do?” Cali said, trying to hold back tears.

“Just be our guest for a while until you recover. Bill and I don’t get many visitors out here, so it’ll be nice to have someone new to talk to, other than Clem, of course.”

Cali’s face suddenly went pale as she realized that everyone she knew thought she was in Europe right now, and therefore wouldn’t be worried about her sudden disappearance. She felt sick to her stomach knowing no one was going to be looking for her, but she really didn’t have a choice. After all, Bea seemed nice enough, and judging by her size, at least someone here could obviously cook. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.

“There are a few rules we follow around here.” Bea said, suddenly breaking Cali’s thoughts.

1. “Do not enter the barn. EVER. There are dangerous tools in there and we don’t want you getting hurt.”

2. “Stay out of Clem’s house. We granted him the guest house when he started working for us, and we think he’s earned his privacy.”

3. “Always finish your milk. It’ll make you strong and prevent any more broken bones.”

“That’s about it.” Bea said. “We are really very nice people as long as you follow the three rules.”

Cali was perplexed, but could only nod her head to indicate that she understood.

“Great! Let’s go meet Bill and Clem.” Bea then heaved herself out of the apparently indestructible wooden chair and waddled through the door before returning with a wooden crutch which also looked homemade.

Bea handed the crutch to Cali, which Cali took and began the task of getting out of bed. After some effort, Cali was able to swing her legs out from beneath the heavy quilt and place her feet on the floor. She pushed herself up on the crutch and was able to follow her porcine host into the living room. Having been bedridden for two weeks, Cali was weak and unsteady on her feet, but Bea never made any effort to assist her in any way.

Cali was led into the kitchen where Bill and Clem were having breakfast. Bill was a stocky man in his early fifties who didn’t look at all like what Cali imagined a farmer to look like. His head was nearly devoid of hair, aside from a horseshoe shaped patch of gray that ran around the back of his head from ear to ear. He had a gray goatee and slightly darker stubble on his cheeks that ran down his neck and up to his sideburns. He was wearing reading glasses, and was staring at a book that Cali knew had to be older than she was. With one hand, he methodically ate his eggs as he read, never looking up from the pages of the book as he brought the fork from the plate to his mouth.

Clem, on the other hand, was stunning in Cali’s eyes. He looked to be in his early twenties, with angular features and dark brown hair which was groomed neatly. He was sporting a five o’clock shadow that made him look somehow rugged and sensitive at the same time. He wore a dark polo shirt and ragged-looking workpants that covered the tops of his dirty work boots. Cali was going to have a hard time not breaking rule number two, since she instantly wanted a peek inside his living quarters. Cali thought she saw a twinkle in Clem’s green eyes as he introduced himself to her, but it could have been her imagination.

“Please, grab a plate and join us.” Bill said after everyone had been introduced. “God knows there’s plenty. Clem makes quite a spread.”

Cali was surprised to learn that this perfect specimen could also cook. It made her want him even more.

Bea was already on her second plate before Cali sat down to enjoy her first one. Of course, the meal was served with the delicious creamy milk that Cali had been treated to earlier. She knew she’d be breaking a rule if she refused it, but honestly, it was so delicious that she had no desire to, anyway.


After a week as a prisoner in her new host’s home, Cali was beginning to wonder why she had been so apprehensive about staying in the first place. There was no drama here. No co-workers endlessly stabbing each other in the back to move up in the ranks. No bosses to impress, no deadlines to meet. Just pure, simple relaxation. Having moved directly into her current position at the marketing firm right out of college, Cali realized that she had never in her life really had a chance to sit back and enjoy herself without having to worry about any responsibilities. It was wonderful.

As such, Cali had really become engrossed in Clem’s incredible cooking skills. Cali had always lived in the city, so she never had much opportunity to eat meals prepared with fresh, home-grown ingredients. She was unashamed of her gluttony when it came to mealtime, as she was never indulging any more than her gracious hosts, especially Bea, who Cali was pretty sure could out-eat a linebacker; maybe even the whole defensive line.

The small farm was totally self-sufficient and off the grid, from the single windmill that provided just enough power to run the lights during the day, to the garden that provided fresh vegetables, to the chickens that produced the eggs and the pigs that provided succulent pork, to the cow that provided the delicious milk that Bea was always so adamant that Cali continue to guzzle with every meal. Cali had never actually seen the cow, but if she ever did, she would thank it for a job well done. Cali was in heaven.

It was that morning that Cali really started noticing changes in her body. Before the crash, she had been a tall, leggy blonde girl in her late twenties with toned abs and an impressively perky rack. Now, however, Cali had lost sight of her abs as she examined herself in the mirror, and a thin layer of soft adipose had taken their place. As she ran her hands over her slightly thickened midsection, her arm brushed against her left breast and sent a shiver of ecstasy through Cali’s body. Her tits were so sensitive that even the slightest stimulation could put her on the verge of climax. They had also nearly doubled in size, and where she had started with small ‘B’ cups before the accident, she now had to be closer to ‘D’ territory, although she had no way to know for sure.

Since Cali’s gray business suit she had been wearing during the crash had been partially shredded when Clem pulled her out of the car, Bea had provided Cali with some of her old clothes from her skinnier days. Cali actually had a couple of suitcases full of clothes in the trunk of her car, but she was in no position to ask her ‘captors’ to retrieve them, so she accepted Bea’s wardrobe offerings. Cali was amazed to find that the clothes fit her fairly well, and she wondered how long it had taken Bea to grow from Cali’s size to her current gargantuan proportions.

That night at dinner, Clem had prepared a braised pork loin in a creamy red wine reduction (yes, the wine was made at the farmhouse by Bill using their own small batch of grapes), which he served with fluffy mashed potatoes doused in butter, alongside a decadent spinach casserole that contained more cheese than spinach. Cali practically inhaled her first plate and asked for seconds, which Clem was happy to oblige. As her fork scraped the bottom of the plate indicating that her second helping was drawing to a close, Clem emerged from the kitchen holding two round, covered metal trays. As he set them down in the middle of the table, both Cali and Bea’s moths began to water as they imagined what succulent desserts lay beneath the lids.

Clem leaned over the table, stabilizing himself against Cali's shoulder, as he removed the chrome lids and revealed his twin masterpieces. One pumpkin pie and one apple pie that was stuffed with more apples than seemed possible for a single dish. The crust on top must have been a foot tall from base to tip. The pumpkin pie was no slouch, either, as it was roughly twice the thickness of any pumpkin pie Cali had ever seen, and was covered in a huge mound of homemade whipped cream.

Cali knew that Clem didn’t need any support as he hunched over to cut slices for everyone, and yet, he continued leaning into her with his hand on her shoulder as he performed his knife work on the sweet disks of decadent goodness.

Bea was of course served first, followed by Cali. Each of them received a slice of each pie, with each piece being approximately a quarter of an entire pie in itself. Cali wasn’t sure she could finish what equated to half of an entire regular pie, much less pies of this caliber, but she was going to give it her best shot.

She started with the pumpkin pie, since it was her favorite dessert of all time. As soon as the flaky crust hit her lips, Cali knew this wasn’t going to be the standard frozen pie she was used to. It was creamier than any pumpkin pie she had ever tasted, and was seasoned perfectly with all the spices Cali used to get in her lattes during Thanksgiving back home. The whipped cream was certainly not what she was used to, either. It didn’t taste like it came out of a spray can, and had a much different consistency than Cali was used to. It coated her mouth in a thin layer of grease each time she took a bite.

After little more than a minute had passed, the pumpkin pie had been reduced to crumbs on the plate, which Cali quickly pressed her thumb onto and made disappear into her ravenous gullet before moving on to the mountain of apple pie.

Cali thought she was doing ok, until Clem snuck up behind her and plopped a huge scoop of vanilla ice cream on her plate. With two thirds of the apple pie still left on the plate, Cali was already losing steam. The ice cream added a new wild card to the mix, and Cali thought perhaps she wouldn’t be able to finish, when she looked over and saw that not only had her hostess already finished both of her slices, but she was now beginning to doze off in her chair, her head drooping forward slowly as she began to snore quietly.

The sight gave Cali a renewed sense of vigor, and she pressed on. She alternated between bites of pie and ice cream, with the cold confection acting as lubricant between mouthfuls of the tart, warm pastry. Just as she was beginning to regret pushing herself to this point, Cali raised the last bite of cinnamon-laced crust to her lips and shoved it in. She was barely able to swallow, but she finally managed to get the last of her dessert down and leaned back in her chair triumphantly. Cali’s belly was visibly swollen, and was on the verge of peeking out from beneath the now tight blouse she had received from Bea. As she was ready to join her rotund neighbor in blissful slumber, she was shaken awake by a now fully concious Bea.

“Drink up.” Was all she said as she pointed towards the gigantic glass of milk that now sat before Cali.

“Oh, Jesus. I can’t. I’m afraid I’ll burst.” Cali said, looking a little pale.

“Remember the rules,” Bea reiterated. “You must drink your milk in order to grow up big and strong.”

Not wanting to break one of the rules, Cali meekly reached for the large cup of viscous white liquid. The milk was as thick as heavy cream, and there had to be at least a liter of it in the glass. Too full to argue, Cali took a long swig and felt the cool, dense fluid run down her throat and eventually settle in her already engorged stomach. It literally hurt as she took another gulp, but the milk was so delicious, and she was determined to not disappoint her gracious hosts, so she soldiered on. Plus, she didn’t know what her punishment would be if she broke a rule, so she was reluctant to do so.

After ten minutes, Cali sat down her empty glass and once again collapsed back into her chair, where she immediately napped for the next half hour.

After coming out of her food coma, Cali looked around to see that the table had been cleared, and everyone had retired to their rooms for the night. As she heaved herself out of her chair, Cali noticed that her tummy ache had subsided, and she was amazingly hungry once again. She opened the fridge and saw a tray with leftovers on it, and next to the tray sat another glass of milk with Cali’s name on it. Under her name it said simply ‘midnight snack’. Shrugging her shoulders, Cali grabbed the glass and chugged half of the contents before picking up the tray of leftovers and setting it on the counter. She grabbed the bread and slapped a healthy dollop of mayonnaise on two slices before plopping down a cold hunk of braised pork loin between them, along with a thick slice of homemade cheese. She polished off the sandwich in record time and guzzled the rest of the milk before heading to bed with a smile on her face.


A month later, Cali couldn’t believe what was happening. She must have gained sixty pounds in thirty days. Was that even humanly possible? She gazed at herself in the mirror and couldn’t believe what she saw. Her belly had exploded and now hung over the waistband of her tight jeans. It was soft and malleable, and Cali found herself kneading it gently after large meals, which were becoming more and more frequent as time marched on.

But what really surprised Cali the most were her boobs. They had increased threefold in the past month and were now like inflated zeppelins on her chest that obscured Cali from seeing anything below them, including her toes. They had begun to sag slightly from their sheer weight, but remained as full and plump as ever. They had also become so sensitive that Cali had a hard time moving around the farmhouse without sending herself into an unexpected orgasm at increasingly awkward moments. To combat this, Cali regularly pleasured herself in the morning to try and relieve some of the built-up horniness. She didn’t know if it was actually working or not, but it was fun enough that she didn’t really care one way or the other.

Bea, meanwhile, was eating less and less at meals, and was shrinking before Cali’s eyes. Whatever weight Cali had gained since she’d been here, Bea must have lost and then some. She looked to be in the mid 300’s now, and was getting smaller by the day.

None of this stopped Cali from her constant indulgence, as she had deluded herself into thinking that once she was able to return home, she would rejoin the gym and regain her trim figure in no time. Of course, Cali wasn’t stupid, and she knew this was only an excuse since she knew she couldn’t stop at this point even if she wanted to. The food was just too delicious, and it was making her far too horny to even think about changing her current lifestyle. Her leg had healed enough to restore her mobility weeks ago, but she no longer had thoughts of trying to escape. She was going to stay here and grow until Bea and Bill kicked her out.


Everything changed one night after everyone had gone to bed. Cali was feeling frisky as usual, only this time, the urge was overwhelming to her and no amount of personal stimulation was going to cut it. As quietly as possible, she eased open the window to her room and slid herself out into the cool night air. The feeling of her titanic chest dragging against the windowsill as she made her escape caught Cali off guard, and she almost let out a moan of pleasure before she bit her lip to stifle it. Wearing only the thin chemise that Bea had provided, Cali trudged barefoot down the dirt path to Clem’s guest house, her swollen body silhouetted in the bright moonlight.

While she and Clem had never actually been intimate, it had become clear that they had a mutual attraction to each other, and tonight, Cali was finally horny enough to act on it.

As she crept up to the house, she noticed a window cracked, and she reasoned that this had to be Clem’s bedroom. He was probably letting the night air blow through his room to make up for the lack of A/C. She tapped quietly on the glass and waited for Clem to emerge, but he never did. She tapped again, harder this time. Still no response. She tried peering into the bedroom, but could see only darkness.

“Maybe he’s not home?” Cali asked herself silently.

After pondering her options for a moment, Cali’s hormones got the best of her and she decided to sneak inside. She quietly slid open the window, and winced as it made an awful grinding noise. Slowly but surely, Cali eventually worked the window open enough that she could slip her ample bust through, and proceeded to scramble inside.

The room was dark, but as her eyes adjusted, the glow of the moon revealed that Cali had, in fact, been correct in her assumption that this was Clem’s bedroom. The walls were covered in movie posters and concert memorabilia, and Cali assumed at first that Clem had collected the mementos before beginning his tenure at the farmhouse. Then she noticed some newer items that hadn’t been released until quite recently, and it confused Cali further. Nevertheless, she was determined to find her prey and have her way with him. She’d come too far to give up now, so she proceeded through the door and into the hallway.

To the right led to the living room and kitchen, and to the left led to two other doors, probably a bathroom and a guest bedroom. Cali turned to the right and headed into the living room area. Clearly a bachelor pad, there wasn’t much in the way of decoration. A ragged matching couch and loveseat, a coffee table made out of milk crates, and a leather easy chair that looked well-worn. Cali was also shocked to see a flat screen TV on the opposite wall with a DVD player and satellite box attached to it. Had Cali been lied to about this place being ‘off the grid’?

Even more confused and increasingly uncomfortable, Cali continued her search. The kitchen turned up nothing of value, since apparently Clem did most of his cooking in the main farmhouse, although Cali did find a bag of homemade pork jerky that she greedily helped herself to as she made her way back to the hallway.

The first door after the master bedroom was a bathroom, which once again didn’t really aide in Cali’s search, but the next room shocked her. This was apparently Clem’s leisure room, which included a laptop and what appeared to be a high speed modem of some kind. On the desk sat a cordless phone, which Cali quickly reached for. She was filled with rage and fear as she hit the power button and heard a dial tone droning through the speaker. Just as Cali was about to call for help, someone behind her snatched the phone from her hands. She turned to see Bea standing there in the darkness, holding the outdated phone in her pudgy hands.

“How the hell did you sneak up on-“ Cali’s voice trailed off as Bea placed a rag over her mouth and everything went black.


Cali awoke with a start. She was sitting in an unfamiliar room, and had apparently been strapped to the chair she was sitting in. Her arms and legs were secured with leather bands, and her forehead was also restrained. There was a mask strapped to Cali’s mouth with a tube running out of it. The tube snaked around behind Cali and she couldn’t see what it was attached to.

Suddenly, Bea appeared at the edge of Cali’s line of vision.

“See this?” She said as she held up two gallon-sized buckets, of which Cali couldn’t see the contents. “This is what you get if you break one of the rules.”

As Bea moved the buckets, a white, viscous liquid sloshed out and a few drops landed on the floor at Cali’s feet. Still terrified and unsure of what was about to happen, Cali could only sit in silence as her mouth was filled with the tube which clearly wasn’t going anywhere.

Bea moved out of Cali’s line of sight, and Cali could hear the sound of liquid being poured. Then she saw the white substance from the bucket oozing down the tube towards her mouth. As the creamy fluid entered her throat, Cali immediately began to choke, and Bea continued:

“You have two choices. Try and resist, and you’ll simply continue to choke and eventually drown, or accept your punishment and drink up like the little piggy rule-breaker that you are.” Bea said with an evil smirk on her still chubby face.

Cali’s eyes widened as she realized the dire situation she was currently in. There was no way she could drink two full gallons of milk, no matter how sweet and delicious it may be, but she would have to try.

Cali began sucking at the tube, causing the calorie-laden drink to fill her stomach at an even faster rate. Cali reasoned that if she drank fast enough, perhaps her body wouldn’t have time to realize that it was full and it would allow her to finish more of the milk before hitting the breaking point.

In theory, Cali’s plan worked, as ten minutes later she was sucking on an empty hose. She had drained every last drop of her punishment and was now more stuffed than she had ever been. If she could move her head enough to look down, Cali would have seen that her belly jutted out in front of her and formed a tight, round ball that sat in her lap and extended out past even her massive chest.

As Cali’s eyes scanned the small section of the room she could actually see, she noticed that Bea was nowhere to be found. With nothing left to do, Cali drifted off into a deep but uneasy sleep.


Cali awoke the next morning with a massive belly ache. She was in her regular bed in her room at the farmhouse, and nothing appeared to be different.

“Was it all a dream?” Cali wondered as her stomach began to rumble.

She realized that her bellyache must be hunger-related, so she cautiously exited her room and sauntered into the kitchen where Bea, Bill, and Clem sat eating breakfast.

“Good morning!” Bea said cheerily as Cali entered the room.

Cali sat down skeptically next to Bea as Clem placed the usual breakfast platter in front of her. The meal consisted of five eggs, a full pound of bacon, six slices of pork breakfast sausage, a pile of buttery hash browns, a massive biscuit the size of a landmine, and a stack of five pancakes that were bigger than Cali’s head. Not a word was spoken about the previous night as Cali began digging into her feast. Everything was perfectly prepared as usual, and Cali gorged herself until the plates were empty.

Naturally, there was a tall glass of cold milk to accompany her meal, and Cali quickly drained its contents within a few seconds. Clem could apparently sense that Cali was still hungry, and out of nowhere he produced an identical meal to the first one and set it down in front to a wide-eyed Cali. She had never eaten this much in her life, but for some reason that morning was different. It was as if her stomach had expanded overnight and was demanding more food to fill the added space. Cali was happy to oblige as she tore into her second feast of the day. She requested two additional refills on her milk to counter the saltiness of the meal, and by the end, Cali was truly content.

She sauntered off back to her room and quickly fell asleep until she was awoken for lunch.


After that day, Cali was an absolutely unstoppable eating machine. Something had broken in her that morning and she found herself absolutely ravenous nearly 24/7.

Another two months passed and Cali was legitimately afraid that something was wrong with her. She estimated that she had gained another hundred pounds in the past two months, and if she did her math correctly, would put her somewhere in the neighborhood of 280. She was truly becoming a butterball, and was helpless to stop it. Clem continued making delicious smorgasbords for her at every meal, which she would always graciously accept.

The sexual tension between them was always palpable, but after her terrifying dream of sneaking into his house a couple of months ago, she was afraid to make another move.

And so things continued as they had been. Bea continued to lose weight, and Cali was mortified when one day she realized that she had eclipsed her, and now Cali weighed more than her formerly rotund hostess. Luckily, there were always enough clothes in varying sizes for each of them to share as their bodies continued to change.

Cali’s breasts continued to grow at a faster rate than the rest of her body, and now the twins were beginning to sag to either side of Cali’s bulging belly. They were as tender as ever, and as a result, Cali was in a near constant state of arousal.

One night just before bed, Cali noticed that there was a small wet spot on the front of her nightie, and after further investigation, she realized that it had come from her left breast. As she pulled the silk garment over her head, Cali noticed that there was a droplet of milk rolling down the swollen mound of tit flesh, which dripped onto the floor. Cali was lactating!

Not knowing what to do, Cali grabbed a towel as the milk began dripping more quickly. Panicking and realizing the towel wasn’t enough to contain the increasingly steady flow, Cali did the next logical thing – she popped her nipple into her mouth and began sucking. The intense feeling of having her lips on her breasts was enough to make Cali instantly orgasm more intensely than she ever had in her life. Her body tingled with pleasure and she moaned as she continued gulping down mouthful after mouthful of her own delicious fluid. Strangely, the milk tasted oddly familiar to Cali, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on the flavor.

As she felt her arousal finally beginning to wane, she moved on to the other breast, immediately giving her the exact same sensation. She sucked down as much of the creamy treat as she possibly could before passing out and sleeping through the night.


Things continued like this until one morning when Cali woke up to an empty house.
The night before, Bea and Bill had been celebrating something, although they were never specific as to what exactly. They had uncharacteristically gotten quite drunk on their homemade wine, and Bea, being such a lightweight now, had even passed out a couple of times during dinner.

Bea had slimmed down so much that she looked to be slightly thinner than Cali had been when she first arrived at the farmhouse. Somehow, she had been able to tone all of the previously obese parts of her body and didn’t have the flaps of hanging skin that most fat people get when they lose large amounts of weight. Her belly was flat and toned, and her arms and thighs were tight and firm. Her face, while thinner and more angular, was still strikingly beautiful for a woman of her age, and the years of obesity caused it to have very few wrinkles, and instead left in its place a smooth, youthful glow.

Bea was wearing what Cali realized were Cali’s own clothes from her suitcase. Cali should probably have been upset about this, but realized she would probably never fit back into them, anyway, and let it go. Too many strange things had happened during her time here to continue questioning every little occurrence that puzzled her.

Whereas most mornings Cali was coaxed out of bed by the savory smells of breakfast cooking and dinnerware clanking together, today was different. As she slowly opened her eyes, she heard only silence and smelled nothing but the sweet fragrance of the vase of flowers on the desk that hadn’t been there when she went to sleep the night before. Wedged underneath the vase was a sealed envelope with Cali’s name written in cursive on the front.

Again puzzled, Cali heaved her massive body out of bed and waddled over to the desk to retrieve the note. Cali knew she was much bigger now than Bea had been when she’d first met her. Her excessive eating, as well as the mass consumption of milk had caused her to balloon to her current weight which she estimated to be nearly 500 pounds. She could barely shimmy through the doors of the farmhouse anymore, and had to do so sideways to keep from getting stuck. Of course, her breasts continued their meteoric rise to fame, and were now easily in competition for the biggest natural boobs in the world. Cali now had to milk herself every night, both to keep her raging hormones at bay, as well as to keep from constantly leaking through her clothes. The easiest way to do this discreetly was of course to continue suckling her own teats, lapping up every last ounce of the creamy goodness that her body was able to produce.

As Cali was getting ready to rip open the envelope, a figure appeared in her doorway. It was Clem, and he had a stern, but inviting smile on his face. Without a word, he walked over to Cali and locked lips with her. Unsure what to do, she submitted and let his tongue dance with hers inside their mouths for what seemed like ages.

After that, Clem reached down and began unbuckling his belt, then unzipped his work pants and let them fall to the floor. Cali struggled to pull her nightie over her head, so Clem assisted, and they both fell into bed and finally did the one thing Cali had been striving for for so many months.


A bit later, Cali was starving as usual, so she went to the kitchen while Clem snoozed in her bed. After grabbing the half of a roast that was leftover from the night before, as well as a fork, Cali plopped down on the reinforced dining room chair to eat her snack and read the note that had been left for her.

She tore it open and began reading:

Dear Cali,
If you’re reading this, it means we’re already gone. I’m sorry I couldn’t say goodbye, but I’ll try to explain as best I can. This story was told to me through a note similar to this one, as I imagine it has been done for the past 200 years or so.

This farmhouse has been around for decades. Sometime in the 1800’s, the current owners were eating dinner when an old woman knocked on their door and began begging them for some food. They were poor, and didn’t have much more than their milk cow and a few small crops, so they refused. The old woman placed a curse on the wife, causing her body to swell and become constantly engorged with milk, while their prized cow shriveled into nothing and died. The curse also caused their few measly crops to wither away, leaving the family with no other form of sustenance other than the woman’s ever-bountiful milk supply. But still, they held out, fearful that consuming the milk would curse the rest of the family, as well. It wasn’t until the youngest child became ill from malnourishment that the mother relented and brought him back to health using her precious life fluid. The child recovered and was stronger than he’d ever been, with no discernable negative effects, so the rest of the family finally gave in and accepted the nourishment. As the woman continued to grow, the husband began to search the nearby towns and villages for the old woman who had cursed his family so he could bring her to justice. Finally, after months of searching, he found her and was able to find out the one way to lift the curse. They had to find someone to transfer the curse to. It had to be another woman, and they had to get her to drink enough of the mother’s milk in order to fatten her up to the mother’s current size. The man then let the old woman go and could hear her cackling as she disappeared into the woods. Eventually, a young woman appeared at their door looking for room and board for a night, and the family naturally accepted their unwilling victim. They kept her chained up in one of the rooms, fattening her up on an endless supply of milk as the wife slowly shrank back to her original size. Sure enough, once the poor girl had surpassed the wife’s highest weight, the process appeared to grind to a halt, and the family had broken the curse. However, now the curse laid with the girl and would have to be passed on once more.

So the process continued in this manner until it got to me. Twenty-two years ago, I was hiking in this area and became hopelessly lost. I came across this old farmhouse and wearily beat on the door. I was greeted by the largest woman I had ever seen, and she cheerfully welcomed me inside. I was hesitant at first, but quickly warmed up to her and her husband as they fed me a hot meal and served me the most delicious glass of milk I had ever tasted. They introduced me to their son, William, and we quickly hit it off. Blinded by a haze of gluttony and young lust, I stayed at the farmhouse, and any time I decided I was ready to leave, the thoughts were replaced by more food, more sex with William, and of course, more delicious milk. I gained my first hundred pounds in a flash, and before I knew it, I had surpassed the woman’s weight as she shrank before my eyes. I knew I should stop myself and just get out of there while I still could, but something always managed to hold me back. Then one morning, I awoke to find a note on the dresser saying basically everything I’ve just told you.

William stayed behind and we had a child together, who we named Christopher, although William always called him by his middle name, Clem. Bill and I have been living at the farmhouse for the past 22 years, waiting for the day when some unsuspecting young girl would come along and relieve me of the curse once and for all. Unfortunately, that young girl was you, Cali. I am truly sorry it had to be this way. You were a sweet girl and you never deserved this. I feel I should explain the rules in more detail, but I’ll try to keep it brief.

I’ve already explained the importance of the milk.

The barn contains a customized milking apparatus that Bill constructed for me to keep my lactose levels down and to gather the milk for you to drink. That’s why I couldn’t have you snooping around the barn, lest my little plan be spoiled. Feel free to use it when you need a good milking. It actually feels quite good and was typically one of the highlights of my day.

As you observed that night months ago, we couldn’t keep our son entirely in colonial times, so we gave him a car and let him travel into town at his leisure with a weekly allowance to entertain himself with. We also allowed him to buy some electronics which he runs from a generator behind the guest house. After all, a young man has to stay connected to the real world. We aren’t cavemen…

Other than that, you’re on your own. Oh, and one more thing. Clem has been pining for you ever since you arrived, and while we wanted to bring him with us when we left, he insisted on staying behind to be with you, which I’m sure he has by now. If you’re pregnant, then congratulations! If not, I suspect you soon will be. Have fun, you two!

Love, Bea

Cali was stunned. All of a sudden, she realized why her own milk had tasted so familiar to her – she’d been drinking Bea’s milk for months! Cali’s stomach churned at the thought.

She looked up to see Clem standing in the doorway of the bedroom, looking simultaneously disheveled and satisfied.

“So, I guess you know the big secret now, huh?” He said with a grin.

“Yeah.” Cali said, still speechless. “I guess I do.”

“So, what’s the plan?” Clem inquired.

Cali thought for a moment, realizing that all she could really do was wait for the next unfortunate soul to show up and then transfer the curse once more. It could take months, years, or decades, as it had in Bea and Bill’s case, but she really had no other choice. She didn’t know all the details of the curse. Perhaps if she left the farmhouse, she’d be stuck with the curse forever and would have to get a job at the Borden factory, producing milk for a living. No, the safest bet was to hunker down and wait things out. Back to Clem’s question, Cali’s mind had returned to her new favorite activity before she answered.

“Right now, I’m thinking breakfast.” Cali said as a smile appeared on Clem’s face and he grabbed his spatula.


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Sticking Her Nose In [Pig TF]

Lacey Taylor was hard at work sketching, under her favourite tree, in a secluded spot of the park. She had immersed herself so fully in her craft that she hadn’t noticed the pair of eyes watching her from across the park or that the owner of those sparkling eyes had snuck up beside her to take a peek at her work. It was no surprise that Lacey burned with frustration when her concentration was rudely interrupted by the onlooker’s gratingly sweet voice.

“That looks pretty good,” the girl said. Lacey recognised the girl immediately as the towns’ resident comic artist. Her name was Cécilia and she would quite happily talk about and show off her sketches in the bars and cafes.

Cécilia had heard people say steer clear of Lacey Taylor but no one would ever say why. She felt sorry that people seemed to avoid Lacey for no apparent reason and wanted to reach out to her. Now that she knew that they had something in common, she had the perfect way to make friends… or so she thought.

Cécilia stood nervously looking over Lacey’s shoulder. She was waiting for a reply from Lacey but none came and so she stood there in awkward silence. Cécilia concluded that she would have to say a little more to start a conversation so she looked Lacey’s sketch over and said the first thing that came to mind.

“I think you need to work a little on the proportions though, those arms and legs look a little chunky.”

Chunky!? Lacey twitched from sheer annoyance but Cécilia continued with what she thought was a helpful critique. Lacey did not appreciate the unsolicited appraisal and quietly seethed as she listened. Not only was this girl breaking the flow of her art but now she was criticising her work as well. Lacey only grew more frustrated as she realised that Cécilia’s assessment was actually quite accurate.

“Here, let me show you one of my pieces so you know what I mean,” Cécilia placed her portfolio onto her lap and pulled out on of her most recent sketches. It was a simple self-portrait that she hadn’t bothered to ink but the resemblance was clear and she had added a splash of colour to it to bring out the green highlights in her shoulder length black hair. It was clear from that one picture that Cécilia was the more talented artist of the two, a fact that drove Lacey over the edge.

“You must think very highly of yourself, mustn’t you?” Lacey’s voice was clear and curt. Her accent was not quite the snobbish upper class ‘Queen’s English’ that was spoken by stereotypical movie scientists and villains but her pronunciation and tone were clear and sharp enough that she sounded smarter than the average person.

“Not really, I just…” Cécilia started to say. It was clear she had offended Lacey and she wanted to apologise but Lacey interrupted before she could speak another word.

“Do you think that means you can talk down to me?” Lacey snapped. Unseen by Cécilia, Lacey’s hand slipped into her spider-embroidered handbag, fingers searching for a small velvet pouch.

“No, I just thought you could use some help!” Cécilia said defensively. This was really not how she had expected things to go and she was deeply sorry that she had gotten off on the wrong foot with Lacey.

“Why? Because you think my art isn’t very good? You dare to judge my work? You don’t know what real art is!” Lacey took a pinch of dusty powder from the pouch blew it into Cécilia’s face, “but I’ll show you, you stuck up pig!”

“Wait! I was just trying to he-heh-heh,” Cécilia’s nose tickled from breathing in the powder. She had the uncontrollable urge to sneeze and simply could not finish her sentence. Closing her eyes, she tilted her head up and inhaled deeply through her nostrils two or three times before the tickling subsided. The need to sneeze disappeared for a few seconds only to come back stronger and this time her quiet sniffing as she breathed in turned more and more into unintentionally loud snorting each time she inhaled.

Lacey murmured her satisfaction as she watched Cécilia closely, she had already pictured what she wanted to happen the moment she blew the powder into Cécilia’s face but to actually watch it unfold in front of her was an experience like no other. It was something Lacey found so deeply satisfying that she dared not blink in case she missed even the most minor detail. “This won’t be the last time you turn your nose up someone else’s work, far from it. You won’t be able to help but turn your nose up!”

In that instant, Cécilia felt the tip of her nose tugged forward and upward. She was acutely aware of the weight of her nose ring moving as it lead her nose out further from her face as if it were being tugged by some invisible hand that was moulding her. She crossed her eyes and watched as her adorable button nose elongated until it was sticking several inches out from her face. On impulse, Cécilia stood up sharp and took a step back from Lacey. “No way!”

She sniffed and saw her big nostrils twitch in front of her. The rush of air into her nose produced a noisy snortle that made her blush. She could smell the pencil lead, the paper, even the different pigments coloring her artwork. The sudden assault of new smells dizzied her.

Lacey was chuckling at Cécilia’s cross-eyed expression of confusion. Her angelic face had been warped and although she was still obviously pretty she now sported a pig snout that took up most her face.

Cécilia managed to pull her eyes away from the point of her triangular nose and looked at Lacey with disgust, “What have you done to me?”

“Oh, it’s not done yet,” Lacey purred. She stood up to better witness her victims impending downfall and because she knew it would intimidate Cécilia all the more, especially with what was about to happen next.

Cécilia squeaked as she inexplicably lost her balance and fell backwards. It felt as if her legs had been swept off the floor when in reality they had shrunk in an instance into stumpy little trotter. There was a brief moment of panic as she tried to flail her arms to keep from falling only realize she had no arms at all, just another matching pair of chubby pink pig trotters. She landed with a soft thud on her now bare bottom. Her panties and skinny jeans had dropped to the ground the instant her legs shrunk.

The cute artist gasped as she looked at her warped body. It was like her midsection had been squashed becoming shorter but filling out other parts of her body. Her torso was smaller now and the cute chubbiness she previously had, had now bulged into a rather round pot belly that peaked out from her top. Beneath her now tubby tummy, she could see that even her pussy had puffed up. The little hillcrest between her hips and thighs had swollen and her lower pink lower lips were pleasantly squished between the soft hills of her labia majora. Lacey licked her lips at the girls delicious looking “camel toe” and, for a very brief moment, Lacey thought it was a shame to let such a perfectly puffy pussy devolve into dirty piggy parts but the girl was ripe for the porking.

As Lacey watched, Cécilia changed once more and this time her top was pushed right up past her belly to rest on her breasts. Her ruined bra fell away, landing in her lap. It had ripped at the seams in the instant her body was reshaped and, now she was practically nude. Her belly and cheeks weren’t the only things to get bigger this time. Her gorgeous breasts had blown up into a pair of melon sized jiggling fat titties.

Cécilia blushed, desperately wanting to hide the enormous things but finding her little arms inadequate for the job and with trotters instead of hands, she couldn’t even pull her top down. With one swift movement Lacey tore Cécilia’s top from her, leaving her as bare as the day she was born.

“No!” Cécilia whimpered, but it was much too late, the top was gone and her bountiful bust already bare. She looked around, hoping no one would see her naked and exposed in the park but also wishing someone would come to her rescue from the humiliating and horrifying situation that she could hardly believe she had found herself in.

“This can’t be real,” Cécilia shook her head but she could feel her breasts and belly wobble as she moved.

With a sinister smile, Lacey grabbed hold of Cécilia by the girls trotters that were only moments ago her hands and hoisted her up on to her other set which had formerly been her feet. Cécilia gasped though it came out sounding something between a squeak and a grunt. She now had to look up to face Lacey. Her stumpy limbs and short, plump body had left her barely taller than Lacey’s navel.

“My, my. You’re turning out wonderfully. You really are a work of art. Just look at you!” When Cécilia’s only reaction was to tremble in fear Lacey’s eyes narrowed darkly.

“Go on. Look.” Lacey commanded. Cecilia looked over her body that had been twisted into some odd mix of woman and pig. She was short but stacked, not to mention belle bottomed. Still, when she peeked at her rear she was shocked to see the little curly tail she now sported above her two very plumped up butt cheeks.

“This can’t be real. I’m a freak!” Cécilia shook her head but the evidence was there jiggly in front of her. Her inflated knockers bobbed and bounced on her chest as her pointed ears flipped and flopped at her sides. Even her spiral tail swung like a spring as she moved. All the while Lacey looked down on her with a smug smirk of self-satisfaction. It angered her but she felt powerless to do anything. What could she do when Lacey had the power to morph her body in such an incredible and unbelievable way? She was now so small and chubby and helpless. If she ran, she didn’t think she’d make it more than a few steps before she stumbled due to her added weight and new centre of gravity. She was utterly powerless and that scared her. So terrified was she, that she was beginning to feel a desperate need to pee and if she didn’t go soon she wouldn’t have much choice but to run for the nearest push to squat in or piss herself where she stood. What made things worse was that Lacey seemed to sense her desperation the moment her eyes flitted over to a nearby shrub.

“Don’t you dare move, pork buns. I’m not finished with you yet.” Lacey’s tone was sharp and threatening but it was not Lacey’s voice that frightened Cécilia most, it was the predatory look in Lacey’s eyes. The thought occurred to the helpless pig-girl that Lacey was already changing her into a pig, what more could she do? The answer that first sprang to mind was obvious and terrifying.

Lacey walked around her slowly, eying her like a piece of meat. Without warning Lacey swiftly dropped down and bit one of Cécilia’s round pink buns. Cécilia let out a shrill squeak and squeezed her thick thighs together tightly, muscles clenched in an effort not to pee.

Lacey was chuckling to herself and wiping a tear from her eye, “I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist. Your bum just looked so round and scrumptious. I would say you were bitesize but you’re far too big with that booty.”

Is she really going to eat me or is she toying with me… or Cécilia gulped. Her bottom stung but Lacey’s teeth hadn’t broken the skin or caused anything other than a painful bruise in the shape of a bite. is she playing with her food?

“Please, I have to pee.” with her fear and desperation addled mind, Cécilia asked permission to go to the bathroom like a child. She certainly was looking at Lacey from a child’s perspective and it somehow felt fitting. There was still so much she did not know about the world, the existence of magic for one thing, and Lacey was like a teacher showing her how ignorant she had been. There was little good that knowledge would do now, though.

Lacey laughed aloud, earnest and heartily. She had to hold her sides because she was chuckling so much. She had to wipe a tear from her eye and whispered “how pathetic” to herself before responding to the humbled half-hog girl who hopped from one foot to the other, her desperation so great she couldn’t remain still any longer.

“You can go anytime and anywhere, Pork Buns. You aren’t bound by human rules anymore. You see, you really do look delightful like this but I can’t keep you this way, as fun as it would be,” Lacey bent over to pat Cécilia on the head condescendingly, “It would be far too much trouble if Miss Piggy squealed on me. No. You’ve got to go ‘the whole hog’!”

Before Cécilia could react Lacey was pouring a potion she had hidden in her palm over the poor pig girls head. The effects were instantaneous. Cécilia’s raven black hair started to melt together with its green highlights into a muddy ooze that dripped down her shoulders and back. The further her former hair trickled down her body, the more she changed.

“Noo!” Cécilia half shrieked, half squealed as she saw her enormous boobs each divide into two, splitting like cells, until she sported a second pair beneath her first. From the second set of pert pink sweater puppies she sprouted a third and then a fourth. Each new pair she grew was a little smaller and bestial than the last and soon, Cécilia had five pairs of jiggling pig tits all the way down to her thighs. She panicked as she tried to remain steady on her shrunken legs, the added weight on her chest and abdomen was pulling her forward and she came to the sickening realisation that soon she wouldn’t be able to stand at all.

The very moment Cécilia felt the first drop of the cursed potion on her scalp she had forgotten her desperation and her dignity and began to piss all down her inner thighs, ankles and all over her little trotters. By the time that the wet muck, that had been her sexy black hair dripped off of her bubble behind and into the puddle beneath her, the bizarre feeling of being twisted and contorted had reached down to her genitals. She felt like she was being poked and prodded in her most private places as her pooter and puckered bottom shifted and reshaped into porcine equivalents. It was all happening so quickly now. She didn’t have long left at all until she was completely pig, at least on the outside. She had to beg Lacey for forgiveness now, whilst she could still speak like a human.

Her jaw reshaped to matcher her now flat and cylindrical nose, giving her a truly piggish snout, which grew out further and new teeth popped from her gums. She rolled her tongue over her teeth finding two large, protruding incisors at her bottom jaw. She was quickly becoming something bestial and primitive with bristles sprouting all over her body.

“PleeEEEase! PleeEEEEase change meEEEEE back!” she squealed, her throat and neck thickening by the second. “What am I supposed to do as a pEEEEEEg?!”

Lacey shrugged, “I don’t care as long as you learn your place.”

From her neck down to her hips, Cécilia’s body swelled until she became a fully barrel shaped pig. She fought to stay standing as long as she could as she grew in girth by the second until there was no trace of the girl she had been save for her intelligent eyes. Even her nose ring seemed like it belonged on the plump pig she had become. She oinked and squealed long after her human voice was forever lost and she fell onto the fore hooves that had been her hands. She finally lost the battle to stay standing against her new nature and dropped to all fours like any other common swine.


Cécilia stood in the park unsure what to do as she watched Lacey leave. The witch, or sorceress or whatever she was, had taken Cécilia’s portfolio with her as a memento warning her not to follow unless she wanted to end up on a serving plate, hog-tied, with an apple in her mouth. The thought, which would have once sounded like a kinky fantasy now sounded like a nightmare and had been enough to stop Cécilia in her tracks.

Now the pig was left naked and alone in a now unfamiliar looking park in an even more unfamiliar body with nothing but her thoughts and the smell of her own desperation. She looked and prayed for some way out, some escape or help handing but it was already looking hopeless.

There were other people in the park. Surely someone must have seen what she did to me! No one seemed to be paying attention to her at all.

Where do I go? What can I do? Looking around at the remains of her clothes she decided she could root through her discarded belongings for her phone. She lifted up one of the legs of her jeans in her snout and shook her head, trying to dislodge her phone from the skinny jeans but it was tightly secured in her pocket. Standing on the jeans with two hooves to keep them steady, she tried to chew through the pocket, careful not to bite down on the phone itself.

She couldn’t unlock it let alone dial a phone number, and if somehow she could, she wouldn’t be able to talk. I can text though. Probably. I have to try, at least!

She had almost managed to free her phone when she heard the amused voices.

“Mummy! Look there’s a pig!” A little girl stood pointing at Cécilia and giggling. “It’s got a curly tail above its bum, mummy!” The mother and daughter had a clear view of her rear end. If she had not been a pig, Cécilia would have blushed. She spun around to face them and hide her shamefully exposed privates.

The mother looked concerned that the seemingly feral pig might attack and grabbed her daughter by the hand and quickly led her away. Things were bad enough before but now Cécilia had to deal with the shame of being naked and laughed at by small children and actively avoided by wary adults. Cécilia the pig sighed in an almost human manner, at once relieved and disappointed that her first interaction with humans as a pig was over, when out of the corner of her eye she noticed a new threat. Cécilia froze. A girl was staring at her. Directly at her. Did she see what Lacey did? Is she going to help me? Cécilia dared to hope but her hopes were dashed when the girl lifted her cellphone to her ear.

“Hello? Hi, I need to report that there’s a runaway pig in Queen’s Park. Umm, It’s got a nose ring so maybe it escaped from a farm or something. It doesn’t seem frightened.” Cécilia’s eyes widened as she heard the girl speak.

No! Cécilia squealed. Can’t you see I’m trying to make a phone call! I’m not a pig! Don’t call the authorities!

Cécilia had to act fast and get her phone immediately. It was going to be the only way she could communicate with a human and now she had a time limit. How long will it be before some pet control or something show up? Damn it! I should have grabbed my stuff and hid. Fuck!


The phone idea was a bust. Her nose was too flat and wide to work the touchscreen and it didn’t even recognise her trotters. The idiot school girl had merely laughed as she watched the stupid pig fumble about with a phone attracted to the lights or something. She was tempted to go and bite the bitch for ratting on her but thought that would only make things worse. They put dogs down for less and she was now even lower on the food chain.

They could really cook and eat me, Cécilia shuddered at that chilling realisation. They won’t. I have a new plan. They’ll see I’m not really a pig and I’ll get help. It’ll be fine. She reassured herself as she shoved her nostrils in into the sticky, brown muck. It disgusted her, shoving her face in the mud, but she didn’t have a lot of options. When the men had come to capture her she had barely managed to escape the first time. There was no going back to check if any of her art supplies were left so she had to use what was available and what was available was mud and plenty of it. Mud was her medium and the wall by the skate park was her canvas. All she needed was to write “help” on the wall and she would be saved. Nothing ever goes according to plan though.

They caught her as she trotted back to the mud free skate park from the old mud filled footpath. There was never a convenient muddy puddle around when you need one and she had to travel back and forth between the two to complete each letter, leaving a dirty trail of footprints behind each time. They had been able to ambush her and catch her unawares. She squeal ed and tried to scramble free but she was a little pig and they were two fully grown human beings. It was hardly a fair fight and she ended up unceremoniously dumped inside a cage in the back of a van.

Do they have an animal pound? A petting zoo? A farm? Some sort of animal sanctuary? She could not help but contemplate where they were taking her.


The van had been parked for a short while when she heard the muffled voices outside. They were a little too far to make out the conversation but Cécilia could already tell she had been brought to a farm. She could smell the other animals and their waste though she couldn’t tell what they were or how many though she thought her big, floppy ears had picked up the braying of an ass and the bellow of a cow.

It was a short wait in the back of the van before the doors were flung open but it felt like an age to Cécilia. Each second of not knowing what awaited her, her anxiety grew stronger. Her heart raced when she was finally lead down a ramp by a leash and into a large barn. The dragged her into a waiting cage locked her in and left her. She was once again left with little to do but contemplate her fate.

There were several stalls in the barn occupied by the donkeys and cows she heard earlier and it appeared that she had piqued the curiosity of a few of them. One donkey looked down on her and brayed. Cécilia wrinkled her big nose. Even a dumb donkey was looking down on her with pity. She snorted

She heard the loud clack of a woman’s shoes on the floor. A pair of long, slender legs in slinky black tights strutted into view. Cécilia had to look up to see the pretty face sadistically grinning down at her.

“Why hello, Pork Buns! What a complete and utter surprise this isn’t.”

Lacey! What’s she doing here? the sows jaw dropped. Of all the scenarios she thought might happen once she reached her destination, this was not one of them. She didn’t think she would ever have the chance to Lacey again.

Is she… is she here to turn me back? Cécilia dared to hope that this was all just to teach her lesson and that she would soon be back to her usual sexy self.

“In case you haven’t guessed, I phoned straight after I left you and said a pig had escaped from this farm. I suspected it wouldn’t be long before they caught you but I at least thought you might make it a day or two. Most of the other little piggies at least try to make it in the big, bad world when I give them this chance but you must have given up straight away. I guess you’re more of an indoor sow, hmm?” Lacey’s smug.

I didn’t give up! Cécilia squealed, angrily but of course Lacey couldn’t understand and just laughed before patronisingly saying, “You’re a pig, darling. I have no idea what you’re trying to say nor do I care.”

Lacey took hold of the pigs’ leash and unlatched the cage, letting the door swing open. “Come, pig.”

Cécilia had no choice but to follow as Lacey led her by the leash into another part of the barn. She was immediately hit with a new smell. It was somehow completely new and familiar at the same time. Next she heard the noisy. Animals, grunts, snorts and…

Squeals! Wait, Lacey said something about ‘the other piggies’. Has she done this to others? Is that why everyone avoids her?

Lacey opened a gate, removed her collar and simply said, “In.”

Cécilia was shocked. There were dozens of pigs in there. She could tell their sex by the males musky smells and the rows of teats hanging beneath the females but these were clearly not normal pigs. Most had distinctly human features that distinguished them from other swine, features like tattoos and ear piercings. She could see from her new hog’s eye view that a few of the sows had nipple piercings and a certain sow, with rose thorns tattooed up her arm, even had her clit pierced. It reminded Cécilia of her own nose piercing that would forever distinguish her from the pig.

Oh shit! I must look exactly like them.

If all of the swine herd were once humans then it was proof that Lacey had been doing this for quite some time. If Lacey had been doing it for some time then she would probably continue and that meant Cecilia would be a pig got a long time to come. Perhaps even the rest of her life.

“Well, Pork Buns. This is your new home. I’m sure the other hogs will make you feel right at home.”


“Good morning, Pork Buns,” Lacey said happily as she strolled in happily pushing a wheelbarrow filled with slop.

Cécilia grunted her annoyance her thick nostrils vibrating wetly. She was getting used to the slop made from stale leftovers and bits of vegetables no human would eat but this was worse than the usual crap they were fed. She kept coming across flat and dry pieces that took forever to chew. She had quickly learnt not to look at what it was she was eating as she was better off not knowing but this time curiosity had gotten the better of her. Cécilia looked down and saw a slither of shredded paper. She snorted in confusion. Mixed in with the mushed vegetables and gravy like slop there was a face on a piece of scrap of paper. Cécilia knew those big wide eyes and mischievous lips. How could she not know them? She was the one who drew them! It was such a pleasant surprise at first, being reunited with one of her comic characters but then she realised what that meant. She turned to see the other pigs were beside her with their snouts in the trough.

My comics? No! They’re eating my work! Cécilia released a series of shrill and panicked squeals. They were eating her work. Lacey must have found it all in her portfolio and shredded it! Why would she do that? Cécilia didn’t know but pure jealousy had made Lacey decide to shred her comics.

All those hours she’d spent painstakingly perfecting each panel and now her comic was getting gobbled up by a bunch of fat pigs. The worst part was that she knew she had eaten some herself. She felt the coarse paper on her long porcine tongue and chewed it thoroughly with her snout before swallowing. She squealed again, demanding they stop, and nudged the fat angel wing tattooed sow next to her but the pig seemed to cluck its tongue as if tutting at her.

“Such an attention hog,” Cécilia watched with a lofty sneer on her face as Cécilia tried to get the other pigs to stop eating and listen to her. The pigs paid no attention to the hysterical sow. Blissfully unaware they were eating her pride and joy.

How can they not understand me? I’m sure they used to be people too!

“I suppose you’ve noticed the special ingredient in today’s slop?” Lacey laughed, “You thought your stuff was so great but soon it’ll be nothing more than pig shit! But look at you now. You couldn’t paint a fence, let alone a comic, pig.”

Lacey bent over the fence and held a hand to her mouth as if to whisper conspiratorially to Cécilia, “Want to know a secret? That wasn’t the only special ingredient. I added a little seasoning as well. You should all start feeling the effects any second now.”

Cécilia oinked, fearfully and wondered what else Lacey had done to torture her but the feeling was already taking hold. Her crotch felt warm. Hot even. And painfully empty.

You didn’t!? she oinked again but she could feel herself getting wet and even smell her own sex as the barn filled with intoxicating pig pheromones. She was so horny that she and the other sows were practically gushing. Mating seasoning, she thought to herself as she started to picture herself being fucked from behind.

It made Lacey excited to see the girl she had so recently turned into a sow, wiggly her rear for the attention of the other hogs. It had been a week and still the girl hadn’t presented herself to a boar. Lacey came to think that Cécilia fancied herself as a queen, too good for the lowly boars. Well, this will show her, her place.

As the little sow raised her bum and shook her buns, Lacey couldn’t wait to play with her own hungry pussy. It always drove her wild to see her victims transformed and to see them give in to their new instincts, especially when she was the one to give them a little push.

“One last thing before I go, and before you go hog wild. I made a little amendment to your self-portrait,” Lacey presented Cécilia’s self-portrait. The one she had been so happy with. The one with the splash of green in her black hair. The one that now sported a pig snout and ears, “What do you think? It’s very you.”

Cécilia was still staring at the portrait when she allowed the first boar to mount her, his twisting cock making her head spin as it drilled deep into needy pussy. She was blissfully rutting like a pig.


Cécilia the brood sow huffed. She’d woken up covered in muck and grime again after a pleasant dream in which she did not walk on all fours and talked in more than just squeals and oinks. It had been several months since her life changing encounter with Lacey but she still clung on to her humanity, especially in her dreams, and it caused her to roll about happily in the mud whilst she slept.

She felt so uncomfortable, so exposed, whenever Lacey or anyone came to visit. Years of wearing clothes couldn’t be washed away with a few days of being a naked pig with a layer of bristly hair and grime.

Even worse was the fact that she was certain she was a bigger pig now than she had been when she was first transformed. She had gained a significant amount of weight during her time as a pig simply from overeating and she had no one to blame but herself. It wasn’t that her appetite had increased. She wasn’t overcome with an unquenchable hunger. She just ate and ate because she was bored. The consequence was that she’d grown fatter and lazier by the day like the other pigs.

She had difficulty thinking of them as other people now but still she felt like they were equals. Does that mean I feel like less of a person? she wondered. She’d been fucked multiple times by the boars now and had delighted in it, much to her never ending shame. She wasn’t even certain which ones had taken her. It was difficult to turn her head back to look at which pig was mounting her and, at first, she had difficulty telling the pigs apart by sight. It was much easier once she learned to pick them apart by smell.

Lacey had already been in and delivered their morning slop. There were no surprises this time, thankfully, and Cécilia had gotten to work munching on it immediately like a real pig, slobbering and the feed noisily squelching in her mouth as she greedily devoured it without a care for how fat she was now getting. It was thirty minutes or more before she was full and lazily left the trough only to notice something was amiss. The gate to the pig pen had been left wide open.

Cécilia looked around but shockingly none of the other pigs and former humans paid it any attention at all. Why don’t you all leave? Now’s our chance. she oinked and quickly trotted out of the gate and into the other part of the barn where the donkey jenny she had seen previously greeted her with a lazy “heehaw”. Cécilia hadn’t noticed when she had previously been in there but the donkey had a splash of pink dye in her black mane, a sign that she was once a person too. Cécilia considered freeing her but the latch to the donkeys paddock was simply too high for a pig to reach. Instead, she resolved to come and free all the animals, no, people, if she managed to somehow restore herself.

At the open door to the barn, she hesitated. How would she do that? Who could she turn to? Who would even guess that a fattened sow was once a young woman? She doubted any of her friends would believe something so fantastical. It certainly hadn’t worked out well the first time she had a chance at freedom. What would happen if she was found this time and Lacey didn’t report a missing pig on the farm? Would she be caught by the authorities and shipped off to another farm. How long would she have before she would end up on a dinner plate? They eventually put stray dogs down, didn’t they? It must be the same for stray pigs.

What would I eat? Cécilia thought. She was so much fatter and hungrier now. She felt something funny. Like a nudge deep inside. It isn’t just because of how much I eat is it?

Lacey watched her newest brood sow willingly return to the sty. Cécilia had decided to remain on the farm. To remain a pig.

“I’m not surprised,” Lacey said to the curious jenny, “she makes a much better pig than a girl and is much more productive as a breeding sow than as an artist.”

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