Pike picked up the pieces of his uniform and left, shutting the door behind him, and The Beast crouched down next to where Rick was still licking piss mindlessly from the floor, “Now, what am I going to do to you? You know, I’ve really been on the fence about you,” The Beast said. He walked around Rick, who was still slurping up Pike’s piss, pulled out one of the chairs and sat down on it. It fit him about as well as a kindergarten chair would have fit an adult, his legs splayed wide, his cock flopping down off the chair over halfway to the floor. “After ignoring me, I thought I’d settled on making you a lowly pig, but really, over the past few weeks, you’d shown me that you could have made a great jock, cleaning up my sweaty body every day, but then you have to go and pull a stunt like this. You have to try and challenge me. So I’m done with your games. You can kiss that little bit of will you’ve still got goodbye, because there’s going to be no turning back for you, pig, I can promise you that.”

“F–Fuck you,” Rick managed to say, in a moment between having his tongue plastered to the piss soaked floor.

“Excuse me?”

“F–Fuck you. You can’t get away with this, someone will find out, I’ll make sure of it. You’re a fucking rapist, you fucking raped me, you fucker, and–”

Get up. Kneel in front of me.” Rick tried to resist, he tried to scream, but his body did as The Beast ordered. “Look me in the eye.” He did, and he tried to remain resolute, but the force of looking right into his eyes, it was only a few moments before he tried to look away again…but he couldn’t. He couldn’t pull his head away, he couldn’t blink, and he started to panic. The gaze was searing him, he felt like he was burning–burning with humiliation, with awe, with admiration, with hatred. It took him quite a while to realize that The Beast’s mouth was moving, that he was speaking to Rick…and that he was saying things back, but even that became lost in the gaze. Soon, all there was in his mind were those two eyes, until the Beast finally blinked, and he was allowed to look away.

“What…what was that? What did you do to me?”

The Beast smiled. “You see Pig, you had a bad memory. I was just reminding you how things actually happened that night, in the frat house–you remember now, don’t you?”

Of course he remembered. He’d been drunk, and he’d seen The Beast there, the man whose cock he’d wanted all night long. Rick had fallen to his knees, begged him for a rough fuck, right there in the hallway, pleaded with him, and his master had given it to him, had fucked him then and there in the bedroom, just like he’d always…always wanted…

He shook his head. That wasn’t right. That wasn’t what had happened, The Beast had raped him, but all of his memories were different, and he couldn’t tell which was wrong or right. Had he pursued The Beast for weeks, before finally finding him in the cafeteria, crawling under the table to nurse his cock in public, before eagerly following his Master out to be fed from the kitchen dumpsters? What else could have happened? He couldn’t even imagine something else anymore. He was a slut, a whore, a desperate faggot.

“Pigs shouldn’t try to tell lies.”

“Yes…Sir. I know, but I didn’t–”

“Shut up!”

Rick fell silent, eyes on the ground, kneeling before his master, the master he’d always wanted, but then why was he so afraid? Then again, who wasn’t terrified of their god?

“It’s time you learned what it meant to be one of my pigs,” The Beast said, and started stroking his cock, the foot and a half long shaft hardening again, “You’re going to drink my cum, pig–my real cum–and you’re going to keep drinking until I decide you’ve had enough–got it?”

“Yes sir, thank you, sir.”

Rick inched forward on his knees, and took the massive head of The Beast’s cock in his mouth. Now that he was hard, Jim reached underneath, grabbed his balls in both hands and started pumping them–immediately, Rick’s mouth was flooded with a torrent of cum. He tried to keep up as best he could, but he could feel it running down his chin and onto his body. Like he’d watched happen to Pike, he could feel his body changing as well, his gut, which had been growing larger since first meeting The Beast, was suddenly expanding rapidly, the hair on his body and face thinning out and finally disappearing completely, leaving him completely smooth, aside from a thinning amount on his head, which lightened to a blonde, thinned further, and eventually withered away altogether, leaving him completely hairless. Distantly, as though muffled by cloth, he heard the clink of metal on the floor–it took him a moment to realize it was his cock cage falling off him–his cock and balls had grown too small for it to remain on, especially as his new fat had expanded. Still, it didn’t matter. He somehow knew that his cock wouldn’t work normally anyway. He’d be able to piss, but he’d never cum again–He was meant to eat cum, not produce it, after all. His mind was dulling and changing, a new sensation forming in his mind which began crowding out everything else. A hunger. A hunger for food and cum more than anything else, no matter how he might be able to get it. The voice of dissidence, telling him to fight back, was also buried–under his hunger, under his fat, and when The Beast took the head of his cock from Rick’s mouth, he tried to follow it. He needed more, he’d always need more, from now on.

The Beast stood up, took a few moments, and reduced himself back down to his normal size., before putting his clothes back on. “That’s enough for now, Prick,” The Beast said, “That’s your name now, isn’t it, piggy?”

“Yes sir.”

“And you’re going to get as many people to call you that as you can, right?”

“Of course, sir–it’s my name. The name you gave me, sir.”

“I’ll text you tomorrow,” he added, and left the room. Prick stood up, discovering that in addition to growing fatter, he’d also grown shorter. He started at his new body in the one way mirror for quite a while, wondering what, exactly, he was going to do. What, in the end, was there to do? He fit himself back into his clothes as best he could, though he had to leave the button on his jeans undone, and his shirt couldn’t cover his apron no matter how hard he tried to pull it down, and Pike escorted him from the station, back into a reality he no longer was certain existed, or perhaps it was him, who no longer seemed to fit inside it. Fuck, he was hungry. He waddled off, belching up some of his master’s cum, and wondered where he might be able to get something else to eat this late a night.