Ken struggled as the men surrounded him, held him down, and began forcing him into a latex suit–first his legs, and then they pulled it up over his shoulders and his arms, zipping him up in the back. It was then that Ken had the first sign of what was in store for him–the front of the suit, in big white letters, read “PIG”.
“No! No you fucking, I am not going to be your fucking pig!” he screamed, and the Master of the Halls just laughed–and all of his minions laughed with him.
“Not my pig, no, not unless you remain in the halls here tonight. Then you will be. For now though, by law, your fate is still yours for the moment.”
He screamed some more, and the men forced a mask over his head, and then pulled on some gloves and two rubber boots, before stepping away and allowing Ken to get up. He immediately tried to haul the mask off of him, but while he could feel it was rubber, it refused to budge–and his hands couldn’t quite seem to get enough purchase on the mask to even tug at it. The men were all laughing around him, and he stumbled over to a mirror on the wall, feeling like he was walking on his toes–and everything became more clear, and more horrifying.
His mask was a pig mask–but it wasn’t just a mask anymore. When he looked at himself in shock, he saw every bit of his new face move–from his eyes to his snout to his cheekbones. He could see a hint or two of flesh underneath, around his eyes especially, so his real face was still there, somewhere, but…he went to tug on the floppy ears again, but frozen when he saw his hands. The two gloves weren’t normal–they were designed like trotters, with two thick fingers and his thumb in a third that let him grip things, though poorly. The same with the boots on his feet–they were trotters as well, which explained why walking had felt so strange a moment before. He started tugging on those as well, but the rubber refused to come away from his flesh–the closer he looked, the harder it was to tell where the rubber ended and his flesh began–like everything had merged with his body instantly. The singlet, too, had merged with him, the zipper teeth knitting together, and the zipper itself had become a little rubber pigtail wiggling above his ass. The back was open, allowing access to his hole, but the front was all rubber…though something was happening to it, and to his cock underneath. It heated up, and he got…horny all of a sudden, and a new cock pushed its way out, jutting in front of him. It wasn’t human, and it wasn’t even flesh, really. It was rigid, but a bit supple like a dildo, and shaped like a pig’s cock. He touched it, and snorted–it was more sensitive than his last cock too.
He turned around to where the men were still laughing, tried to yell at them, but all that came out of his mouth was a series of oinks, grunts and squeals that sent this all into hysterics all over again, while Ken just got angrier and angrier, stalking towards the Master of the Halls, who was just grinning his same, sharp, smile. But as he got close, the lights cut out, and when they came back a moment later, they were all gone–and Ken was alone.
Well, almost alone.
The imp was in the doorway, watching again, and when Ken saw him, and the tag around the imp’s arm, he squealed and gave chase, the imp laughing back down the halls. Ken quickly lost track of where he was in the maze–it was clear the imp was on home turf, and also toying with him–but he had to get that tag back. If he didn’t, and the party ended before he could…well, it wouldn’t be good, that much was sure, especially in his new costume. He might even be trapped like this forever. He started to have the feeling that the imp was leading him somewhere, and he entered a large stone room. The imp was there, waiting, and then, before Ken could react, a cage dropped down from the ceiling and enclosed him.
In a panic, he started shaking the bars and pacing the cell, but it started to shrink–forcing him down onto his hands and knees, the cell soon not even wide enough for him to turn around in. He was trapped, and the imp was rubbing his hands together with excitement. Obviously the imp had something up his sleeve, now that he’d lured the piggish Ken right into his trap, but what does he have in mind?
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