Commissioned by Anonymous
Peter knocked on the front door of the massive mansion again, and then checked his invitation to make sure he’d gotten the address right. He adjusted his tie nervously and waited for someone to come let him in, but no one came. He’s been standing out here for several minutes now–could no one hear him? He looked around the front yard and then behind him, and when he turned around again, he discovered that the front door was now open wide, but he didn’t see anyone who could have opened it. “Hello?” he said, stepping inside, “Professor Sullivan, I’m…I’m here for the club meeting…”
He shut the door behind him with a bit of uncertainty, and then paused to check himself in the mirror. The shirt–his best–which he’s carefully ironed before leaving was already showing some sign of sweat stains, and he blushed. He’d dressed too heavy for the weather again–it was cool out, but the summer sun was still out and warm. He wiped his brow with a handkerchief and hoped no one would notice, not that anyone had noticed him yet–which was annoying him more than anything.
Peter was a business student, and a bit of a nerd. Still, he was smart, and far more pragmatic than a visionary like Luis. He knew that getting a personal invitation from a professor could open up all sorts of opportunities, but he hadn’t wanted to seem like he’d been desperate for attention by showing up early. He’d opted for the “fashionably late” option, but apparently twenty minutes was a bit too late. Still, he had a good idea where everyone probably was–he could smell something delicious cooking nearby. Food, really, was Peter’s one weakness, and he was quite a bit overweight. He worked out semi-regularly, which helped keep it under control, but he was still large. He followed his nose and his growling stomach anyway, and ventured deeper into the house.
Down a few hallways and past several rooms, Peter stumbled his way into a massive dining room with a long table decked out with an enormous amount of food–enough for fifteen people or more, but with only a single chair at the head of it. Given the amount of food, which should have required the hands of dozens of people to make, Peter was amazed to find the room absolutely silent, and resisting the urge to dig in, he made his way around the room to the kitchen, which he found perfectly clean–as though no one had cooked a thing. In fact, if he hadn’t know it to be impossible, he would have assumed that the food had appeared there on the table fully formed–no cooking involved.
It smelled delicious though–ghost food or not–and he was starving. He hadn’t eaten much all day–he was trying to diet at the moment, but it wasn’t very effective. Circling back around the table, he made his way to the lone chair at the table, wondering why there weren’t more. He hadn’t been the only one invited tonight, had he? Even then, shouldn’t there be two chairs–one for him and one for the professor? Maybe he had come on the wrong day, but if so, the professor was a big guy, but not big enough to eat this much food…right? No one person could eat all of this.
He wiped one sleeve across his mouth, looked down and saw it was soaking wet–he’d been drooling this whole time, and hadn’t even noticed it dribbling down onto his shirt. He knew he should get cleaned up, but he couldn’t leave without a taste. Sure, it would be polite to wait, but there was so much food, would anyone really notice if he started a bit early? He grabbed the plate in front of the chair and circled the table once like a buffet, taking a bit of everything that caught his eye, and surprised himself when he sat down, and he realized how much he’d piled on. It was more than he could eat, surely, and if he managed, his diet would be out the window. Still, he could just call it a cheat day right? And so he dug in, clearing his plate in a matter of minutes, before letting out a belch, standing up, and circling for another pass, heaping his plate again and digging in once more.
After three passes, Peter lost patience and he just dug in, standing next to the table and shoving as much food into his mouth as he could at a time, working his way around as soon as a dish lost his interest–or completely disappeared. At first he used his fork and knife, but they were becoming harder to operate for some reason. He switched to serving utensils, but he could only hold those clumsily too. Stopping for a moment, and realizing that something might be wrong, took a moment to stop eating, looked down at his hands, and let out a scream which was closer to a squeal than anything else.
His hands weren’t…hands. Or at least, not the hands he’d had before. His fingers had fused together in pairs, leaving him with two thick, hard black trotters and a third large thumb. He could kind of grip things, but they were far too hard to operate easily. Looking down, he saw that his dress shirt was stretched tight against his fattening body, large gaps forming between the buttons, and when he stepped back from the table, his deformed, partially trottered feet stepped out of his burst dress shoes, he lost his balance and fell back, buttons flying from the sudden pressure.
It took him a couple of minutes to stand up again, but it already felt more natural, and he looked down at his feet, getting a better look as his mostly human feet, but with three large trotters where his nails had been. He was still growing, but not as quickly, but his pants burst open as he got back up, and he just tore the rest of his clothes off clumsily before they could constrict him further. He was obese, fat falling off of him is huge rolls, but he was still so…hungry. Now that he’d stopped eating, his gut was churning and groaning with need, slobber dripping from his mouth, which had started pushing out into a snout, and his nose–he could smell all of it, it was so strong he couldn’t resist for long. Snorting and grunting now, he stumbled into the table, first using his trotters to shovel food into his mouth, but then just shoving his face into the platters and bowls, ripping the flesh off the two roast turkeys with the thick tusks that shoved their way out of his lower jaw.
As he ate, he kept growing at a massive rate, topping 500 pounds by the time he stopped growing–at about the same time he ran out of food. Peter, now mostly pig, his body almost entirely smooth aside from some coarse hair along his back and belly, flopped down on his back, the table giving a groan as he did. He must have climbed up onto it at some point, he realized, trying to sort out what had just happened, but there was something more important pressing up into his gut at the moment. He fumbled around under his heavy gut until he found his cock, but his hands were a bit too awkward to jack himself off. He ended up just bucking his stubby pig cock into his fat for a few minutes until with a final crack the table gave way underneath him, sending him crashing to the floor, where he gave a grunt of pain, and crawled out of the wreckage, before heaving himself upright with the help of a wall.
What had happened to him? He was some sort of massive pigman, completely naked in some deserted mansion, and all he could think about was how horny he was, and how…hungry he was too. He could eat another meal just as big as that one, he realized, he just wanted to eat and fuck and eat and fuck…
The sun was starting to set in the garden as Luis and Kevin, now human again, came back into the house, and Luis said, “Thanks–again, I’m sorry I sprayed you like that, I was just so horny…”
“Don’t worry about it,” Kevin said, “I’m just glad it wore off after I came. I still kind of stink though–we’re gonna have to stock up on some tomato juice or something.”
Luis blushed. He liked how he smelled now, actually–he’d always been musky, but now, even human, his musk just barely tolerable. His frame was still relatively slender, but his body had a heavy dusting of oily, black hairs that he ran his hands through as he walked into the house, and he snuck another glance at Kevin, admiring him from the side. “Heh, well, I wouldn’t mind…you know…playing some more sometime, if you want.”
Kevin blushed too, “I…kind of liked it actually, to be honest.”
“Heh, I could tell.”
“Yeah, I bet you–” Kevin stopped speaking as they turned into the dining room, and saw that the table was destroyed, a massively obese pig standing at the wall, supporting himself with one hand and humping his fat, oblivious to them.
“Professor!” Kevin called out, “I think Peter arrived while we were…occupied.”
Luis, meanwhile, was staring the pig down and licking his lips–he loved dirty guys, and he kind of wanted to know what the food covered pig tasted like. He could probably give him something better to eat.
“What?” a distant voice called out, “Hold on, Derrick and I are on our way down!”
A few moments later the professor, human, walked into the room followed by Derrick, who had tried his best to squeeze his way back into his clothes, but they looked almost comical on him. Of all the three, he’d packed on the most hair, but also several inches of height and quite a bit of muscle. He saw Kevin and Luis and blushed, not sure what to say.
The professor walked over to the pig and got his attention. “Peter, glad to see that you made it and…have made yourself at home. Did you enjoy the meal?”
Peter just stared at them all, a bit terrified, unsure of what was going on. He wanted to apologize for eating all of the food, and for breaking the table, but he didn’t know what to say–he didn’t even know how to describe what had happened to him. Still, the professor reassured him, and talked him down, and he too returned to his human form–although there was no chance he’d ever fit back into his clothes. He had packed on close to a hundred pounds, and his nose remained pushed up and piggish even when he was human. “S…sorry professor. I…” he said, and then realized he was naked, and covered himself up.
“Don’t worry about it Peter–Kevin broke a coffee table earlier, trying to fly.”
“Wait, you can fly?” Luis asked, “That’s not fair!”
Kevin blushed, not sure what to say, but his stomach let out a growl and he realized he was starving. “So…is there no dinner then?”
“I’m sure the house can fix something up for us,” the professor said, “and I’m sure we can find someway to occupy ourselves in the meantime.” He tweaked Peter’s nipple, and leaned in and kissed him, both of them starting to shift, but Luis walked over and injected himself. “Sorry professor, but I really want to see how dirty this piggy can get–do you mind?” he said. Peter gagged a bit from the stench of Luis, but it was also making him a bit horny, and chuckling, the professor backed off.
“Sure thing Luis, just…maybe go into the kitchen where it’s tiled? It’ll be easier to clean up, I think.”
Luis chuckled, and already shifting into his skunk form, pulled Peter after him through the doorway into the large kitchen, and Peter tried to protest, until Luis sprayed him, and then Peter was perfectly amenable to whatever the skunk wanted to do him. Kevin, smiling, went over and introduced himself to Derrick, and before too long the two of them were locked in a rough embrace as well, and the Professor looked over his new, strange pack, and gave a sigh. He wasn’t alone anymore at least, which was good, and he had a feeling that his new club was off to a grand old start.
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