Jack awoke in his bed, feeling every muscle ache, in parts of his body he hadn’t even known existed. His huge cock was halfway into the pig’s hole, snoring beside him in his bed, and he was immediately torn. Slip it in and keep fucking? Pull it out and see what he could about extricating himself from this mess of a spell? At least the choice was there–he had almost no memory of the night before, ever since the spell, and Clyde the pig, had seized control over him and used him to corrupt the entire bar around them. He had been a willing accomplice of course, but he still hated the idea that, at the end of the day, it was the curses that manipulated him, not the other way around.
Gently, he inched his hulking form away from the pig’s warm body, letting his semi-hard cock slip out, bit by bit. Clyde snorted a time or two, but didn’t wake–he had to be exhausted too, after everything he’d been through. He was able to roll away–slowly, trying to not let his body disturb the mattress too much, and got off the bed, not at all adjusted to the body he had at the moment. The simple size of himself alone was enough to give him waves of vertigo–he was so damn far from the ground! Wide too, his shoulders were almost as broad as two smaller men, and the mere idea that he’d never be able to go somewhere without people gawking and staring at him, it was enough to send a shiver over his skin, his cock engorging to it’s full thirteen inch length, and he turned back to look at the pick, licking his bearded lips.
He must have weighed in somewhere a bit north of five hundred pounds at this point. He’d kicked the covers off, giving Jack quite the show of his new body–he didn’t remember all of those tattoos before, they must have showed up after the spell got control of him. They were everywhere, running all the way to his fingers, and up onto the pig’s hairless face. Fuck, his fucking face–he’d never seen that much metal on a body before, just there. He couldn’t get a good view of the pig’s junk, but he knew what was down there anyway–his mind just…supplied the image. It’s cock was nearly invisible, but it’s balls were so huge they formed an impossible bulge in the front of anything the pig wore, and it had to walk bowlegged, or just crawl–which the pig obviously preferred. Fucking whore, disgusting piece of shit pig, fuck, he’d teach that bitch another lesson or two–
Jack bit his lip, hard, to stop himself from storming back onto the bed and ramming his cock deep inside the pig’s loose hole. He couldn’t afford to get anymore lost in this, he’d wasted too much time already–there were appointments to keep, curses to cast. He retreated to the bedroom, walking as soft as he could, unable to believe how loud a simple footstep of his size twenty feet had suddenly become. He faced himself in the mirror, and recoiled–he’d known he was a brute, but even…that was more severe and extreme than he’d expected. He was quite a bit older, his hair and beard mostly grey, the skin lined with wrinkles–where skin was even visible. So much of his body was simple coated in hair. He ran his two, huge, scarred hands through his pelt, proud of how much of a man he was, what a beast he was, a fucking beast! Fuck yeah, should go fuck that pig again, show that bitch what a real man’s like–
He gripped the sink, hard enough to worry his new strength might just break it, and took a few deep breaths. Enough of this–he focused on himself–his real self–pushing back past the curse, stripping away the layers the spell had painted on him, a bit at a time. After twenty minutes, he took another look at himself–still too big, still to hairy, still too old, but more manageable at least. The urges, while there, were easier to control. It would be a few more days before he could recall himself well enough to put the curse completely behind him, but this would be enough to get rid of the pig–as long as it was still here, he’d never get out entirely.
He walked back into the bedroom and shook the pig awake. “Hey, you’ve had your fun, now you gotta get lost,” he said, keeping the gruff attitude going, figuring it might help him out here.
The pig yawned and lolled in bed, before it said, “I thought you were bigger–didn’t you like being bigger?” It reached out for jack’s now more modest cock, but he pulled away before he could touch it.
“I mean it, get out. We’re done here, and I have other work to get to.”
“But daddy,” the pig whined, “You don’t have to return me for hours, you know. It’s twenty four hours for a reason…Now where’s my big stupid daddy fucker? I know he’s in there somewhere…”
Jack felt his control start to weaken, his body suddenly expanding at the pig’s words. Damn, this pig was still strong. He had a feeling it wouldn’t have a hard time finding new men to abuse it every night, and every man it touched would probably end up as yet another brute at the bar. “No…No, I’m stronger than you, you don’t have the spell helping you now.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about daddy,” the pig said, wiggling it’s ass at him, “I have a hard time thinking before my first fuck of the day–better than coffee. Now get over here you stupid fuck, and plow me rough.”
One step forward. One more fuck couldn’t really hurt, right? Another step. Fuck, his cock was so fucking big, fucking nasty, fuck. He pressed the head to the hole and slipped in. “One more, then yer goin’ back, ya fuckin’ slut,” Jack snarled, as big as he’d been when he woke up. He knew he shouldn’t give in like this, but he did need a day off–besides, it was a 24 hour rental, and Jack would hate to waste something as good as that.
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