This is an alternate ending I wrote to the last story I posted. The original ending was requested by the original commissioner, but I kind of wanted something with a bit more turnabout. That, and a lot of guys have been asking for submissive top stories lately, and this fits the bill. Hope you enjoy! The new content starts about halfway through chapter 4, but I reposted the whole chapter here for context, along with a brand new chapter 5.

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Chapter 4 (Alternate Version)

“J-Jimmy?…Jimmy!” Matt shouted through the crowd, forcing his way over to where the large man was chatting with a couple of goats, “I need tah talk tah ya.”

Jimmy did his best to suppress an eye roll when he saw the pig stumbling towards him–this was a tough nut to keep happy, obviously. “Excuse me for a moment,” he said to the others, and turned to the pig. On a second look, however, it was clear that the pig was in actual distress, and he didn’t see Carl with him. “You look like a bit of a mess, Matt. What happened?” The words that fell out of Matt’s mouth came in no easily discernible order, and his panic was only ratcheting higher. Jimmy twirled one hand, a large glass brimming with a dark ale appearing in his hand, and thrust it under Matt’s snout. “Drink this down first–you’ve obviously had some shock.”  

Matt was suspicious–and for good reason, but even smelling the ale was making him feel a bit better. He took the glass in his awkward hands and drank it back in a few glugs, feeling a bit run down the sides of his mouth. When he finished, he gave off a great big belch–and he expected to feel a bit hazy from the alcohol, but if anything he felt more clear-headed than he had all night. Jimmy pulled a cigar from his pocket–Matt was happy to see it, and let Jimmy giving him a light–feeling immediately better with it in his snout again.

“Bit better?”

Matt nodded, sighing out a cloud of smoke.

“Good. Now, what’s going on? Where’s Carl?”

“That’s, Ah mean…” Matt took a deep breath, and he went back to the start, how he’d been eating for…well, he couldn’t quite be sure how long he’d been eating, but at some point he’d felt someone working him over, and he’d assumed it must have been Carl. He glossed over some of the details–Jimmy had no trouble filling them in–the pig was still soaked to the skin with piss–and skipped to the part where he’d looked back and found himself staring up at some massive minotaur, or bull, or something. He’d freaked out and gotten away, but it was only after that he’d realized the bull had been wearing the same costume as Carl had. He’d gone back to the trough to look for him, but he’d disappeared, and he’d spent the last…who knew how long looking for him all over the room. He’d heard the bell go off twice at some point–he assumed for two in the morning, and he’d spotted Jimmy here, and hoped he might be able to help him find Carl.

Jimmy listened attentively, and when Matt ran out of story, he frowned. “Well, it sounds like Carl ended up getting…something at the bar, but I gave very clear instruction as to who should receive what…this is a rather embarrassing mix up, I must say. Follow me, let’s see if we can find out what happened.”

He moved through the crowd towards the bar, Matt struggling to keep up with him. Even though he was taller, with a longer gait, Jimmy could somehow flow through everyone, leaving Matt to stumble and push his way through, muttering apologies in every direction. He caught up in time to see Jimmy talking in a rather stern tone of voice to a dog behind the bar, who had his head down and ears back. He tried to ask what he’d learned, but Jimmy was no longer paying attention to him, just striding off towards one wall of the bar where a curtain was hung over a doorway, and Matt hustled off after him, sweat pouring from his body, the fat working its way off his body little by little, thankfully, as he walked, leaving him with a more manageable, if still very hefty, body. He reached the curtain after Jimmy had already gone through, and ducked behind it, finding himself in a rather dull looking locker room, with a hounddog manning a desk next to another door. 

“Interested in a room for an hour?” the hound asked, “you’re welcome to pay by the hour, and…are you alone? I’d be happy to match you up with someone, if you give me your preference.”

“No…what? I mean, did Jimmy just come through here?”

“Boss? I mean, he did–hey, wait! You have to pay first,” he said, trying to stop Matt from going through the door, but he steamrolled by him and into a long hallway lined with doors. Some were standing open. Behind the closed doors, he could hear all manner of squeals, groans, howls and grunts coming from them, but it was about halfway down that he saw Jimmy pounding on a door and fiddling with a large keychain full of keys, shouting at whoever was on the other side. Matt was exhausted from trying to keep up with him, and he walked down the hallway, heaving for breath around the cigar still clamped in his teeth. Jimmy found the right key, apparently, worked it into the lock and threw open the door, storming into the room. A few seconds after him, Matt reached the doorway and was able to see what was happening inside.

The entire room was filthy, the floor slick with mud and covered with straw, and it stank like a barn. On one large heap of straw to the side was the bull Matt had seen earlier…was Carl, actually. Matt could…recognize him now. He was lying on his back in the straw, and mounting him was a massive boar, shorter than Matt was now, but quite a bit thicker, and a bit more feral–large tusks sticking up from his fully formed snout, bristly hair covering his rough hide. He had a leash wrapped up in one trotter, connected to a collar around Carl’s thick, muscular neck, pulled taut, forcing him to keep his neck raised, even as he tried as hard as he could to thrust deeper into the pig’s hole, his own hooved hands bound up in front of him with chain manacles, both of them snorting and grunting and heaving, covered with sweat, neither of them paying any attention to Jimmy in the middle of the room shouting at them–or rather, shouting at the boar, who was apparently named Stu.

“Fucking get off him Stu! Don’t even try and tell me you don’t remember what happened last time you pulled this shit with me.”

The pig slipped down further onto Carl’s cock, making him blurt out a long, loud moo of lust, “I don’t know, Jimmy, he doesn’t seem to want me to get off him very much, and he is a customer. Isn’t the customer always right? I can’t help it that I’m a better fuck than his stupid boyfriend,” Stu said, throwing a quick glance over to Matt in the doorway, and tightening his hold on the leash with a snorting laugh.

“I said get off of him!” Jimmy shouted, and some strange force picked Stu up into the air, the leash unwinding from his trotters. He was still laughing and grunting, as he was thrown him up against the opposite wall on his back, pinning him there, Jimmy stalking over, the two of them trying to shout their way over each other. His cock no longer inside anyone, Carl gave a snort and looked up, trying to figure out where he was, his balls aching with unfulfilled desire and started jacking his cock with his bound wrists as best he could, snorting and mooing.

It was a mess, and Matt found himself unsure of whether he should walk away and try to pretend that he’d never been a part of any of this, and…and a second desire to…to walk over there and help that big bull take care of his needs. Because he was horny too–in fact, he’d been horny for months. In all the time Carl had been slipping away here, Matt had been the one to stay true. Not because he didn’t have a choice–he’d always had more than a few fuckbuddies who’d been willing to play with him in the past. No, he’d stayed loyal because he’d wanted to, for Carl, and all those months of jacking off, they just weren’t enough. That sex earlier in the day, that fuck at the trough…rough but…much too brief. He’d been terrified, but he’d also…he’d also enjoyed it. He didn’t know if that was him. He didn’t know if that was the costume, or the the potion. He didn’t know if there was really a difference anymore.

Carl rolled his head around, getting closer, and finally noticed Matt in the doorway. He stopped what he was doing, his hands frozen, his eyes wide. “M-Matt? Oh fuck, Matt, I…I mean, I don’t…it was, I mean…All I wanted was–”

That was it. That was all of it that he could take, and Matt turned around and started off back down the hallway. Because he didn’t care what Carl wanted; what he cared about was that Carl didn’t seem at all interested in what Matt wanted, in what Matt might be able to give him.

Carl struggled up from the straw, rolling off onto his knees, struggling to pull his jeans back up and get them up over his cock. He ended up getting the button done up, his massive cock hanging out the front–his jockstrap had already been torn off by Stu earlier. “Matt–Matt!” he shouted after him, “Wait–wait just a fuckin’ minute, I’m so fuckin’ tired of ya just walking away from me.”

Matt walked faster, but his legs couldn’t match Carl’s massive stride. The bull caught up to him in the locker room, grabbed him by the back of his overalls, and threw him into a corner of the room, blocking him in. “Will ya jus’ talk tah me? I’m sorry alright? I don’t–”

“Ah’m fuckin’ tired a listenin’ tah yer bullshit, Carl! Jus’ let me fuckin’ go. It’s obi–ovius ya don’t wanna be wit’ me.”

“Don’t wanna–Fuck Matt, why the fuck do ya think I did all a this, if I didn’ wanna be wit ya?”

“Ah don’ fuckin’ know! Ya drag me all the way ‘ere, ‘n ya still end up fuckin’ that pig!”

Neither of them said anything for a moment. 

“Have…Have ya got a cigar I can have? I could use one bad…” Carl finally asked. Matt sighed, but rummaged in his pocket, finding one with a lighter, sticking it in Carl’s snout and lighting it for him, since his hands were still bound up. “Thanks,” he said, “Look, Matt, I’m sorry. I don’…know wha’ happened.”

“Ya don’ know wha’ happened? What the fuck ya talkin’ ‘bout?”

“Yeah! I was trying tah git down wit’ ya, and ya freaked the fuck out! Ya say all this ‘bout wantin’ tah be wit’ me, and yer the one who went ‘n ran off first. Face it–ya can’t fuckin’ handle me! You can’ handle this, but this is me too! If ya wanna be wit’ me, then…then sometimes, I jus’…fuck.”

Would ya fuckin’ look at yerself?” Matt shouted, “If ya saw that fuckin’ yer hole, you’d a flipped out too!”

Carl’s snout curled up in confusion, “What?”

“Ya mean…oh fuck, a course,” Matt said, grabbed Carl’s bound hands and pulled him over to a bank of mirrors in the locker room, where he figured out how to unhook Carl’s hands from each other, “Have a fuckin’ look at yerself, ‘n ya’ll see what Ah mean.”

Carl knew he’d been feeling strange ever since those drinks at the bar, but he still hadn’t quite been able to articulate what was wrong with him. Hell, he hadn’t seen himself since he’d put on the costume, and even that had been odd, walking around, feeling “bigger”, but not really able to tell what had changed, exactly. For the last while, all he’d really been able to focus on was how horny he’d been, how sensitive his cock had been, and how…eager Stu had been to make him feel good. He looked in the mirror, and just like Matt earlier that day in in his kitchen, his jaw dropped when he saw himself, the veil of magic peeling away from his eyes.

No wonder he felt massive–he was massive. Next to him, in the mirror, Matt had to be close to six foot four–a big, hulking piece of boar–and Carl was easily a foot taller, his head a bit too close to the ceiling to make him feel comfortable, the two…horns pushing their way out of his temples coming dangerously close to scraping it. They grew out a few inches and then arced up, around the sides of the hard hat he still had on. His face had grown out similar to Matt’s, but his mouth was wider, his teeth broad and flat behind his lips, his wide nose pierced with a thick, silver ring–though he couldn’t remember when that might have happened to him. He still had on the collar and lead Stu had put on him. His entire body was coated with a thick layer of brown hair, but he could still see his skin underneath, and the tattoos coating his body, much like he’d seen on Carl earlier. He no longer had hands–much like Matt–it looked like a hoof split into three black, solid fingers–he also could see why his boots had felt so uncomfortable–his feet had become actual hooves. The rest of him had bulked up–he was packed with muscle, his arms bulging out of the tank, which was riding up, no longer able to contain his big gut. The cock hanging out of his jeans had to be at least a foot long, and his balls were equally sizable and covered with the same brown hair all over the rest of him. He looked like…like a brute. Like the brute he’d…always kind of felt like, especially when he was with Stu. No wonder Matt had been so terrified of him–if that had walked up behind him and started fucking him, he would have had a few questions too.

“Fuck, is this why Ah sound like such a fuckin’ hick? Ah look like I jus’ rolled in from the trailer park,” Matt said beside him, looking at his own reflection too.

Carl looked over at him, smelled him. He still reeked of their piss from earlier, and he…he couldn’t help but want him. Not just because he was there, like with Stu, but because…because it was Matt. “I think ya look pretty hot,” he said, stepping closer to him, pushing their bellies together. “Kinda makes me wanna finish what Ah started back by that trough.”

“We…we were tryin’ tah have a ser–surios talk, Carl…Ah wanna know what ya have tah say fer yerself…” he trailed off, sudddenly more interested in how good he smelled–how good they both smelled, actually, and how hard the bull cock pressing against him was, under his gut. 

“No, Ah don’t…I don’ got anythin’ tah say,” Carl said, “Ah can’ make this better. All Ah know, is that this…this is me. This is me too, this is maybe me more‘n anythin’ else. Now ya know, Ah shoulda told ya before all a this, Ah know. Ah spent…so much time tryin’ tah hide it from ya…but Ah think ya’ve been hidin’ somethin’ from me, too.”

“Ah don’–”

Carl pressed his hoof to his lips, quieting him, “No–let’s…let’s not be that us, fer a bit. Hell, I’d be happy never bein’ that us ever again. That old us. Let’s try…somethin’ different.”

Three bells rung out in the still air. Matt stepped back, and shook his head. “No, I don’…I can’t do do this with ya anymore, Matt. This is too fuckin’ much. This whole fuckin’ day–changin’ me, fuckin’ around behind mah back. Yer just sayin’ this shit cause yer horny, but tomorrow we’ll wake up, back in our old bodies in our old lives, and then what? Ya’ll just go out ‘n do it again. Well I’m fuckin’ done, Carl.”

Matt turned around to leave, only for Carl to grab hold of one of his forearms with his hooved hands and tug him back around. “Wait! Wait, yer right. Yer so fuckin’ right, I know. All of this was about me, and what I wanted, but let…let me make it up to ya, please let me at least try. There’s still a few hours a the party left, ya…ya can do what ya want tah me, alright? Anythin’ ya want. Show me what ya want. I’m just a stupid stud thinkin’ with mah dick, it’s always got me intah trouble, but I did all this ‘cause….’cause I wanted tah make it work. I wanted tah show ya this side a mahself, and here I am. Now…now show me what ya are. If ya wanna just ditch me here, fine. I get it, but…but I’m askin’–no, I’m beggin’ Matt, I’ll do whatever ya say.”

Carl got down on his knees, and he was so large, his horns still came to the base of Matt’s fat chest. Matt’s first instinct was to just tell him to fuck off, and go sit in a corner until dawn came, but two things stopped him. First, he was horny. Whether it was him, or the food, or the costume, or whatever it might be, he wanted to get off one way or another. Second, looking at this massive beast, smelling him there, on his knees in front of him, head raised–something else inside him clicked, something that Matt didn’t quite understand himself. He liked it. He liked seeing Carl kneeling in front of him, humbled slightly. That, perhaps, might have been why things had stopped clicking for him in their relationship, why he’d felt himself growing so distant. He felt like they were competing, two strong personalities trying to wrestle control away from one another. Carl had been in control long enough, this evening–it was time Matt had a turn at the reins. He reached down, grabbed hold of the chain lead connected to the collar, and yanked it up, making Carl snort in surprise, eyes a bit wide.

“One fuckin’ condition. Ya do everythin’ I fuckin’ say for the rest of the night. And then, when we’re back to normal tomorrow, ya do everythin’ I say then too. One fuck up, ‘n I’m gone, for good, no warnings. No more a this behind mah back shit. If ya wanna love me, if ya wanna be with me, then yer gonna be mine, understand?”

“O-Ok…”

“That’s, ‘Yes Boss,’ from now on. Let’s hear it.”

“Yes, Boss.”

Fuck, that sounded hot. Matt pushed his big gut against Carl’s snout. “So what do ya think? Am I big enough fer ya yet? Think I gained another hundred pounds or so at the trough.”

Carl gave a little snort, clearly not used to being in this sort of position, but the huge gut pushing into his face was turning him on. “Yeah Boss, yer real fuckin’ big, I love it.” Carl reached down to give his massive cock a tug, only for Matt to shove him hard by the shoulders, hard enough to send him back on his ass and into a bank of lockers behind him. 

Matt came up quick, shoving his gut in Carl’s face, pinning him there with his weight.

“Were ya thinkin’ ‘bout touchin’ that cock, stud?”

“I…I mean–”

“I think that cock a yers has gotten ya intah plenty a trouble this evenin’. From now on, ya don’t touch that big fuckin’ piece a meat unless I give ya permission, is that fuckin’ clear? As far as yer concerned, that’s mah cock now–ya use it how I want ya to, ‘n ya only put it where I tell ya to. Is that fuckin’ clear, stud?”

“Y-yeah…” Carl said, only for Matt to apply more pressure, the vents of the lockers digging into the back of his head, “Yes Boss, it’s clear!”

“I know yer just a stupid stud bull, only thing yer really ever thinkin’ ‘bout is where tah stick that cock a yers next. Ya want that cock in mah piggy hole, don’t ya? That’s what ya were just thinkin’ about, plowin’ mah fat ass?”

“Oh fuck Boss, yeah…”

“Well too fuckin’ bad, stud. Ya want this hole tahnight, yer gonna have tah earn it. Now come on, I got’s an idea…”

Matt kept a firm hold on the chain connected to the collar he had on, as he led Carl back down the hallway they’d come from. Carl felt more than a bit humiliated by how Matt was treating him now, but in all honesty, he did deserve it. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t also enjoying it, just a little bit. Stu had always liked this little dynamic with him, though he’d never taken it as far as he had tonight, chaining him up and riding him. To say Stu had him dommed from the bottom was certainly accurate. Matt kept the chain a bit too low, so Carl had to stoop a bit as they walked, only emphasizing their new difference in size. Carl again reached for his cock, which was mostly hard again already, and Carl batted his hand away. 

“What the fuck did I just fuckin’ say!” Carl said.

“Sorry Boss, I’m just so fuckin’ horny, ‘n–”

“Well too fuckin’ bad,” Matt said, and looked down an intersection, trying to recall where Stu’s room was. The answer came when Jimmy stomped his way out of the room, his fancy suit and tie all disheveled. “There you are!” Matt said, and dragged Carl along with him towards Jimmy.

“I was wondering where the two of you got off to,” Jimmy said, realized that Matt had Carl by the collar, a somewhat humiliated bullman dragged along my a squat, chubby pig. “I want to apologize profusely for what happened tonight, absolutely none of this was my intention when I suggested to Carl he bring you along to the party.”

“Look, I don’t fuckin’ care,” Matt said, “But if you want to make it up to me, then I have a costume change I’d like to request.”

“I don’t usually allow anyone to…wait, did he see himself too?” Jimmy said, noticing that Carl seemed especially quiet. “Fucking…look, the most important thing is that the two of you focus on forgetting as much of what you can. You’re both in a rather precarious position tonight, and as the night gets later, it’s only going to get worse. I have some drinks I can mix for you, now if you’ll come along–”

“No, I’m done being told what to do by you, by Carl, by who the fuck ever it is,” Matt said, “This stud is going to be mine for the rest of the evening, I don’ fuckin’ want him fergettin what the fuck he did. So no–no drinks, I want some costume changes.”

Jimmy sighed, rubbed the bridge of his nose, and said, “Alright, what do you have in mind?”

Matt described what he had in mind. Carl tried to interject once with a moo of dismay, only for Matt to quiet him with a sharp tug on the collar, reminding him of their deal. Jimmy’s face started out a little sour, but even he had to admit, it sounded hot–and after the stunt Carl pulled in all of this, he did deserve it.

“If I do this…there’s a risk that this will have some strong repercussions on your reality, I want you to realize this. When you wake up tomorrow, both of you will probably not be the same men you where when you arrived here. There’s even a chance that you won’t leave at all–and if that happens, the only job opportunities left are either as waitstaff, or as whores. Are you sure you won’t just take the drink?”

“Matt, I–”

“Stud, I said shut the fuck up,” Matt said when Carl tried to interject.

“No, I want to do it, Boss. I’ll risk it.”

“Oh. Guess the stud has some balls after all,” Matt said, then looked back at Jimmy, “So that’s two votes. Now do what you need to do.”

“Alright,” Jimmy said, cracking his knuckles, “Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Both of you strip down. I can do what you want with what we have on hand, mostly–and I don’t want the two of you to miss any more of the party than you already have.

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Chapter 5 (Alternate Version)

The bell rang four times, but not many people in the party even noticed. The magic was still near its peak, and everyone was fully immersed in their personal, or collective, fantasy. The air was heavy and thick, humid and musky, men of all sorts grinding up against one another all over the room, falling into piles of hay with one another if they didn’t mind a public showing, while more than a few opted for a quieter, more private experience in a room rented in the back. Not long after the bells ceased, Matt emerged from behind the curtain, tugging on the heavy chain in his hand, and Carl lumbered out after him, butterflies in his gut.

The first thing Jimmy had done was switch their basic costumes. Matt had ended up in the grubby hi viz that Carl had been wearing, Jimmy shrinking it to fit better on his smaller frame, and making a few other changes in the process. Matt was still plenty obese after his numerous stuffings throughout the day, but he’d packed on a good amount of muscle as well. Thick boar bristle was filling in thicker across his body, and a couple of thick tusks pushed their way out of his lower jaw. The hi viz was plenty grungy, but across the vest was now a full jacket, and across the back of it was the word “BOSS” in full capitals, large enough to be read across the room. He was smoking a massive cigar clamped in his mouth, took a long inhale and pushed two twin jets out of his nose as he stepped out.

Carl, on the other hand, had ended up in Matt’s filthy overalls. They had grown to fit him a little better, but not that much, the muddy denim stretched tight across his powerful thighs and calves. The crotch had ripped out completely, letting his massive bull cock flop out the front–a cock that seemed even a few inches longer than it had been earlier. Beyond that, Carl was sporting a few new body modifications, to Matt’s specifications. He had a massive padlock through the head of his cock, too wide to get into even a well trained hole without coming out, and heavy enough that even at full arousal, it pulled his cock down vertically. The padlock was also connected to two chains, each leading to a shackle around Matt’s ankles. There was enough slack that he could almost get a full stride, but if he moved too quickly, or carelessly, he would get a painful tug on the head of his cock. He had a few other additional piercings, thick gauge rings in both of his tits, which were the size of a small cock themselves, as well as a massive doorknocker hanging from his snout. Thick chains were connected to the tits and his nose, tight enough to force Matt to keep his head slightly bowed, or else get a painful tug on his tits, and his wrists were also shackled to the chain, forcing him to keep them close to his chest.

Matt gave a tug on the lead connected to both sets of chain, and Carl lumbered after him, wincing as the chains tugged on all of his sensitive parts. He walked a respectful distance behind his Boss, noticing that Matt was walking with a newfound confidence, even as he felt himself deservedly shrinking. Now that they were out in the room, the brands on his back were visible, where the thick fur of his hide had been burnt away. Across his broad shoulders, the words “STUD SLAVE” could be read just as clearly as “BOSS” on the back of Matt’s jacket. One cheek of the overalls had been torn away, allowing his long tail to escape, and revealing one muscular haunch with a smaller brand on it, a pig silhouette with the word’s “property of” inside it–signalling to everyone that this big bull was owned, and broken. 

Everyone was staring at them, a few in envy, many in lust, a few in confusion. No one could recall them from earlier in the party, but all of the attendees should have already been here. Matt ordered a beer at the bar–a normal one, not designed to make any further changes–sat down at a table, and ordered Carl onto his knees beside him while he kept smoking. His big bull spent the next while happily worshiping his Boss, sucking on his tits, worshiping his gut, before eventually working his way lower to lick the pig’s balls clean and suck on his cock. Matt’s scent was intoxicating to him, Carl kept getting lost in it. It had taken on a shift from earlier that day–more pungent, more commanding. Carl found himself sliding deeper and deeper into his burgeoning subservience, while Matt, emboldened by the public display, worked on humiliating his stud further, reminding him what a stupid stud he was, no good at thinking. If he did well, he’d get the occasional hit off Matt’s cigar, sucking down the smoke, and also served as the pig’s ashtray. This, in particular, was deeply humiliating, but he couldn’t seem to stop himself. He deserved it, after all. Whenever he tried to do something smart, he just ended up ruining everything, like he almost ruined this. Better to just let Matt take control, better to let Matt be the Boss, and focus on being a good stud slave like he wanted to be. 

Matt finished his beer, and felt a growing pressure on his bladder. On a whim, he shoved Carl off his cock, stood up, and hosed him down with his piss. “How’s that feel, stud slave? Like gettin’ soaked down in yer Boss’s rank beer piss? Might as well make ya mah urinal too, since all yer good fer is breedin’, ‘n ya ain’t gonna be doin’ that all the damn time.”

Carl’s massive cock pulsed, hefted up the massive padlock in the head for a moment, then dropped back down onto the floor with a clang. The horniness he was feeling was so intense, he just wanted to fuck, but he knew he needed to be a good bull for his Boss, and wait. He’d get his chance, he just knew it, if he was a good dumb bull. He gave a snort, smelling Matt’s piss soaking into his fur, and saw Boss’s cock was hard and drooling precum. “What the fuck are you lookin’ at, stud?”

“At you, Boss, fuck, yer handsome can…please, I…can I fuck ya now?”

“Ya think you’ve earned it after the shit ya’ve put me through?”

Carl gave a restless, deep low, “Please Boss, I know I’m just a stupid bull, I fucked up real bad, I knows, but I can fuck, ya know I’m good at that.”

“I know yer good at fuckin’ ‘round behind mah back.”

Carl danced a bit on his knees, cheeks burning red. “I’m sorry, I fucked up, Boss.”

“Who owns that big fuckin’ cock a yers from now on?”

“Ya do, Boss.”

“Who gets tah decide what holes it goes in?”

“You, Boss.”

“If I order ya tah fuck me all fuckin’ day, ya gonna do it?”

“Fuck yeah, Boss!”

“How ‘bout if I lock it up, fer good, in a big fuckin’ cage, say yer never gonna get tah fuck again?” Matt said, running one trotter under Carl’s massive cock, applying some pressure to his nuts, “Seems like this cock’s only gettin’ ya intah trouble, might be better tah keep it good ‘n safe…”

Carl let out a moo of dismay, but kept his head bowed. 

“Maybe I’ll rent ya out. Turn ya into a fuckin’ whore, men payin’ me tah let ya fuck ‘em.”

Carl gave a snort, not sure whether he felt more humiliated or more horny from the thought.

“Beg. Beg tah fuck mah hole.”

“Please Boss, please,” Carl said, “I know I fucked up. Yer right! I’m stupid, ‘n dumb, ‘n shouldn’t make decissions now more. Ya can decide everythin’ from now on, I’ll do whatever ya say, please jus’ don’t lock up mah cock, I’m so horny Boss, I’ll do anythin’…”

“Clean up mah trotters, they got some piss on ‘em, while I think about it,” Matt said. He sat back down, took a long draw on the cigar and put his feet out, Carl squatting lower to lick the rough feet clean of the dirt and piss sticking to them. Matt just watched him do it, amazed at how eager his once strong willed boyfriend was to obey him now. Maybe this sort of treatment was what he’d needed. Maybe it was what they’d both needed. He wasn’t really planning on locking up his cock, of course. Watching that huge dick swing around with that weight on it, Matt’s hole was hungry as ever for it–but not here. He’d gotten enough of the spectacle, and taught Carl his place around here. He stubbed out the cigar on one of Carl’s tit rings, close enough for him to feel the heat without burning him, and stood up. Jimmy had given them a room for free for the rest of the night–they might as well retire for a while. He tugged Carl up by the chain, and led his big stud away from the rest of the party and back past the curtain.

A friendly doberman showed them the way to their already prepared room, but they weren’t alone–there, chained to the wall, was Stu, gagged and clearly a little roughed up, scowling at them both. “Don’t mind him, Jimmy wanted him tah watch,” Matt said, and Carl’s snout and face turned a bit red under his fur. “Now, let’s git ya situated. How did he have ya? Like this, I think.”

Matt unhooked Carl’s wrists from the chain, and secured them to some bolts on the wall, leaving his tits and nose ring chained up. Happy with the bull’s placement, he lit two cigars, handing the first to Carl, shoving it in the bull’s mouth, and then a second for himself. Then Matt took his time, using his hands and hot cigar to tease Carl’s cock, still padlocked to his ankles, while he enjoyed the bull’s own powerful musk, mixed with his own piss and the smell of their smoke. Carl was getting impatient, but the more he tried to hurry Matt up, the slower the pig took, leaving him as a snorting, groaning, smoky mess. 

“Alright stud–you want that big cock of yours in my ass, then ya’d better give it some good lovin’ with that snout a yers first,” Matt said, backed up and shoved his ass in the bull’s face. Carl was more than happy to service his Boss’s hole, slurping and pushing his tongue in, feeling the pig’s hole begin to loosen up. Matt pulled away, bit by bit, Carl forced to push his head more and more forward, tugging his tits up and his arms away from the wall, fighting to get to Matt’s hole, to lick it, and taste it, and worship it. Finally, when Matt was safistied, he pulled a key from his pocket, unlocked the padlock from the head of Carl’s cock, and the massive shaft sprang right up, ready to be mounted.

“Ya don’t fuckin’ cum until I fuckin’ tell ya to, stud,” Matt said, as he lined himself up. “Cum too quick, ‘n ya can ferget about ever gettin’ in this hole ever again. This ain’t about makin’ ya feel good, this is about servicin’ mah horny hole, ya understand?”

“Yeah Boss, please, please, I won’t, I fuckin’ swear,” Carl moaned, but he was so excited, he thought he might explode as soon as Matt sat down on his cock and worked the first six inches in. He took a few deep breaths, trying to keep calm, tugging on his tits with his nose to keep himself from losing focus. Matt just watched his big bull squirm underneath him as he slid more and more of the cock into him, deeper than anything he’d ever taken before, but that beer–Jimmy might had had the bartender slip a little something in, to help his relaxation. Matt moaned, his own piggy cock rock hard and jutting out from under his belly, drooling precum onto Carl’s own gut. About halfway down, he pulled up a bit, then down a little further, and up, working his way deeper and deeper onto the shaft, snorting and oinking in delight, happy to finally be getting some good deep satisfaction out of this whole ordeal. He was getting excited from the cock, he decided he might as well milk a load out himself. He reached under his gut and started stroking off, dragging harder on the cigar, aiming for Carl’s addled face, and dropped a few more inches onto the bull’s huge cock. It was enough to push his own cock over the edge, and he exploded, spraying a massive load of pig cum all over Carl’s body and face to go with the piss from earlier. He could see Matt’s eyes filled with desire and jealousy–he was holding off well enough, but Carl wanted him to suffer a while longer. He wanted to see how much he wanted to please him, see how much he was willing to sacrifice for him. He kept sliding up and down on Carl’s cock for a few more minutes, until he was sure he was good and loose, and then he pulled all the way off–Carl letting off a long moo of frustration. “No Boss, don’t stop, don’t…”

“Shut up stud, ya’ll git what ya want, hold the fuck on,” Matt said, and unhooked his wrists from the wall. “Show me what ya got, stud–fuck mah piggy hole, good ‘n rough–but remember,” he said, giving a tug on the lead with one hand, and the chain connecting nose and tits with the other, “No fuckin’ cummin’ til I fuckin’ say so, got it?”

“Yes Boss!”

Carl scrambled up while Matt laid down on the ground, legs up. Carl shoved his legs back, enough to get his massive cock lined up with his Boss’s loose hole, and slid inside with a long moo of delight. Matt reached out and grabbed hold of the lead, keeping it tight, reminding Carl who was in charge here, as Carl started fucking–a little slow at first, but then harder, slamming in and out of Matt’s wrecked hole, snorting and grunting in delight, nose and tits stinging with pain, but he didn’t care, he liked it. He liked all of it, he wanted to make Matt happy, and Matt was right. He was stupid. He let his dick control him. It was better if he wasn’t in control, if Matt just…was the Boss. Matt came again after a couple of minutes without even touching his cock, shooting a load hard enough to spray his own face this time.

The sight of making his Boss cum made Carl lose a bit of control–and Matt figured his stud had been teased enough tonight. He rammed in deep, and Matt said, “Come on you fuckin’ stud, I wanna feel you blast that big fuckin’ load deep in mah guts!”

Carl gave a long, roaring low, and came, cum pouring from his massive balls into Matt’s hole. His cock refused to soften for another five minutes, and he just kept fucking and churning the cum deep into Matt’s hole, the pig groaning and grunting, telling Carl what a good bull he is, what a hot stud, what an obedient stupid slave breeder he’s gonna be from now on.

Five bells had chimed at some point while they were fucking, bringing them closer and closer to dawn. Carl pulled his cock out, and laid down with Matt, who unhooked the chain from his nose and tits so he could properly kiss his big stud. “That was a real good job, slave, ya treated mah horny hole just how I like it,” he said.

“Thanks Boss, I love fuckin’ ya,” Carl said, licking Matt’s load up from his belly with his long tongue. Matt pulled him close, and the snuggled up together, not minding Stu behind them, rattling his own chains. 

“So, who’s a better fuck? Me, or that pig back there?”

“You are, Boss, of course ya are!”

“Yer not just sayin’ that? I’m not gonna find ya here again, am I?”

Carl shook his head side to side. “I…I fucked up, I mean that. I…I’ve never felt like this with anyone else. I never knew I even wanted tah feel like this with someone. Are…What’s even gonna happen next?”

Matt pulled him close. “Don’t know. Jimmy didn’t sound like he was too sure himself. Guess we’ll find out, won’t we, stud?”

Six bells chimed out, and both of them felt a heavy drowsiness clouding their minds. In a few seconds, they were both asleep, snoring loudly, while Stu grunted and objected through his gag–but even he knew he’d lost. Jimmy had warned him before about getting too attached to clients, and Stu knew that whatever punishment Jimmy came up with–it wasn’t going to be a pleasant one.

Out in the bar, the rest of the revellers had fallen into the same slumber, all of them except Jimmy and his various employees, who were standing in the midst of them all, pleased that yet another Halloween party had gone so well, even better than last year’s. As they all slept, he saw everyone around him start to revert back to their usual selves. Some had a few…lasting changes, but you couldn’t do magic without a few consequences. Still, as long as you didn’t think about it too hard and take too well to the change, you could usually get away relatively unscathed. 

Some, of course, had never planned on getting away without a few changes, some more extreme than others. The older man in the cop costume was slumbering in a booth, a german shepard curled up under his feet–he’d be having an interesting life for a year–or longer, if he ended up preferring life as man’s best friend. With a wave, those normal enough to go back to their lives disappeared–all of them would wake up in their own beds. Sure, maybe not the exact same beds–a few of them might have taken to their costumes, and find themselves in a…new walk of life. The magic usually managed to sort it out well enough, at least, though he’d never really been able to figure out why it affected some people more than others. Just a handful remained, those looking stuck in the middle. He’d have to have some awkward conversations with them when they woke up in a few hours. They’d probably be stuck working with him for the next year–still, there were worse fates, he supposed. He realized that he had never actually checked in on Carl and Matt after fixing their costumes–he stepped over the remaining bodies in the bar and slipped behind the curtain, hoping he wouldn’t be stuck with either of them for the next year–one night had been plenty exhausting. He unlocked the door to the room he’d reserved for them, peeked inside, and it was empty aside from Stu fussing on the wall, thank goodness. Of course, just because they’d left, didn’t mean they wouldn’t have some changes to deal with. He had a feeling they would be in for a rough morning, in any case.

***

Carl moaned, rolled over and nearly fell off the bed, where Matt was still snoring beside him. What a hangover–he hadn’t felt this sick in years. He needed to piss, in any case. Doing his best not to open his eyes beyond a squint, since the sun was well risen at this time of morning, he pushed his way into the bathroom, smaller and much more cramped than he could recall it being, stood in front of the toilet, grabbed for his cock, and felt his hand wrap its way around a massive snake. 

He opened his eyes and looked down, vision blurry, and started pissing–it wasn’t a stream so much as a fan, thanks to the massive holes in the head of his cock, where Matt kept his padlock when he wasn’t using his stud’s cock. The toilet and the seat were dripping with piss when he was through, leaving Carl standing there, ogling the foot long, inhuman dick in his hands, trying to figure out why everything felt so strange. The mirror, he thought. Something about…a mirror. He went to the sink, but the glass above it was coated with grime. He did his best to wipe what he could away, well enough to get a decent look at himself, and he stared at himself with something between horror and arousal.

That wasn’t him. That wasn’t his face, that wasn’t his body. His once handsome face was deformed now, not quite the minotaur mug he’d had at the end of the party, but with the broad nostrils, the bock head, the heavy jaw and big teeth, he didn’t make for an attractive man by general standards, especially not with the massive gold ring hanging from his septum, big enough to drop below his top lip. He could see above his temples a couple bony points, little tiny horns that were pushing through from his skull. No one would notice them under the hardhat he usually wore, or unless they looked close, but it made him self-conscious anyway. He still had on the collar Matt had put on him the night before…or had it been years ago? Things seemed slippery in his mind, like he was trying to keep track of two very different stories at the same time. 

He was much larger than he’d been before, easily six foot three, and packed with muscle, with a healthy, firm gut above his massive cock. His pecs in particular were plump and thick, with two rings through his meaty tits. He had hair all over, some of it brown, some of it silvery grey, but rather than being distributed symmetrically, the two colors intermingled like patches across his body. Then, there was his cock, his massive, freakish cock, and heavy balls below. He turned around, nervous at what he’d find, and there, sure enough across his back, was a the brand from the night before turned into a tattoo–STUD SLAVE. There on his ass was the little pig brand tattoo as well. 

“Fuck it reeks in here, I thought I told ya tah piss sittin’ down, ya stupid fuckin’ bull.”

Carl looked over, and there was Matt–or at least, a man he knew was Matt, but his mind stubbornly corrected him, and thought of him as Boss more than anything else. He was a squat, five and a half foot, rotund man with a barrel chest, big gut and wide ass. His face was just as messed up as Carl’s was, though in a different way–a flat, upturned nose, small eyes, ears that seemed a little too big, and a bit floppy. He wasn’t as hairy as Carl was, but the hair he did have on his body was long and bristly, mostly down his back and legs. “M-Boss, I…we didn’t change back, look at yourself…”

Matt looked at him, a little confused, then there was a little spark of realization as he put the story together, squeezed in beside him and looked in the mirror, letting out a squeal of surprise when he saw himself. “Fuck–that…that fucker.”

Matt looked at Carl again, then back at himself. Carl said. “What…what are we gonna do, Boss? Are…we stuck like this?”

Matt looked away from the mirror and shook his head, the little recognition fading slightly. “I…Fuck, you…Fuck this, I gotta piss, and ya made a damn mess–get down there and lick it up you stupid fuck.”

“But Boss, what–”

Matt wrapped one thick hand around the shaft of Carl’s huge cock and squeezed it hard, enough to make the massive fellow let out a loud moo-like sound. “I can’t think this fuckin’ hungover, we’ll figure it out later. Get down, clean it up, or I’ll lock ya up fer a month, make ya fuck me with the strap on–that what ya want?”

Carl did not want that. He didn’t know what Matt meant, really, but he could almost remember times, earlier times, when he’d been a bad bull, and Boss had kept him from fucking and cumming for a month, or more. After a week, he was just a stupid wreck, could barely think straight, willing to do anything for his piggy master, no matter how humiliating. He got down on his knees in front of the toilet and started licking up the piss where it had sprayed. Matt walked up beside him, pulled out his short, thick cock, and pissed onto the back of Carl’s head, where it dribbled down into the bowl, mostly. The smell was enough to get him even hornier–Carl had to resist the urge to touch his cock–if Boss caught him doing that, he’d get locked up for sure. When Matt finished, he spanked his bull’s butt while he licked around the rest of the toilet, and the floor, getting every drop, and then, feeling better and much more awake, they left the bathroom, and found themselves in a double wide trailer that had seen much better days.

“Light us some cigars while I get that cock of mine locked back up,” Matt said, rummaging around for the massive padlock he kept through the head of Carl’s dick when it wasn’t in use. Carl gave a little snort of frustration, but lit a cigar, handing it to Matt, before lighting another for himself. 

“Someone sounds a little annoyed,” Matt said as he clicked the padlock into place, “Is my stupid stud bull already horny? You fucked my piggy hole not even eight hours ago.”

“I…Yeah, I know Boss.”

“Go make us breakfast.”

“But…what about all of…this ain’t where we lived, Boss! Don’ we gotta try ‘n fix this?”

“I can’t think on an empty stomach, and we both know the hornier ya are, the stupider ya git. Go cook, we’ll figure it out once I’m full.”

Carl gave a snort, but did as he was told. This wasn’t like him, he told himself. He didn’t cook, he didn’t follow orders, he certainly didn’t like being bossed around, but he felt lost. Matt was the one thing that felt certain to him, and he didn’t want to do anything to screw that up anymore, if he could help it. So he cooked, and while he thought he would struggle in the tight, messy kitchen, he found that his body and mind, if he relaxed and trusted them, started to churn out a massive breakfast all on their own, without him having to worry about it. He delivered plate after plate to Matt, sitting at the table, grabbing some bites for himself as he went, but making sure his Boss had enough to satisfy his massive appetite. When he could tell Matt was starting to slow down, he ate his own breakfast, but Matt called him over, and had him get under the table. Matt worshiped his Boss’s gut for a while, sucked on his cock and balls, cleaned his hooves, while Matt finished and smoked his cigar down to a nub. 

Matt pushed back from the table, looked down at the big bull, red in the face, nostrils flared, cock hard but dragged to the floor by the heavy padlock. “What…what now, Boss? You…uh…fuck…”

“What’s wrong, stud? Thought there was something you wanted–I’m too full to remember really.”

“I…this…it ain’t supposed tah be like this, don’t play with me Boss, I know ya know it.”

“What, ya ain’t supposed tah be my big, burly stud slave with a locked up cock, desperate and eager for permission tah ram that whole beast deep in mah hole? Just a stupid brute who let’s me do whatever the fuck I want tah ya, cause without me, ya know ya’d be ankle deep in shit a yer own stupid ideas? Stand up.”

Carl did as he was told, crawled out from under the table, and stood up. He towered over where Matt was still sitting. He reached out and ran a rough finger down the length of Carl’s huge cock, making the massive brute shudder. “Tell me ya don’t like it.”

“I…what?”

“If ya really don’ like it, tell me. Be honest,” Matt said, “If ya think that fuckin’ shit we were up to, with the gym and the office and all that fuckin’ bullshit is better than this, me teasin’ that big fuckin’ cock a yers until ya ferget how tah even speak, tell me. We’ll go tah Jimmy, see if he can fix it. Bet he can’t, but we’ll try. If ya say so, honestly.”

“I…Well, what do ya think, Boss?”

Matt smirked, “That’s the right answer, right there. Come on.”

Matt led the big brute into their spare bedroom in the doublewide, which had been outfitted into a makeshift playroom, and secured Carl’s wrists to the ceiling with some schackles, and put a spreader bar between his ankles. For the next few hours, the pig toyed with him, teasing his cock with everything from paddles to feathers, clipping and weighing down his nipples, beating his ass and flogging his back, Carl taking it all effortlessly. Every hit, every touch, every word seemed to channel through him and right to his cock. He was hornier than he could recall being, even last night, Matt occasionally asking him questions, Carl’s answers becoming simpler and simpler until he couldn’t manage it anymore. He was just a dumb stud, aching to fuck, which is exactly what Matt wanted. He unhooked him from the ceiling, took the padlock off his cock, and Carl knew what to do from there–the only thing he could do reliably, anymore. He fucked. He fucked his Boss just how the pig liked to get fucked, like he’d fucked him for years–slow and deep, fast and rough, always keeping himself right on the edge of orgasm, as the pig pumped load after load out onto the floor under them. At last, when Matt was satisfied, he gave Carl the order to cum, and the bull unleashed a massive load into the pig’s sloppy hole, and collapsed onto him, sending them both to the ground.

“Git off me, ya fuckin’ lug,” Matt growled at him, and Carl rolled to one side, his cock popping free of his Boss’s hole. The room stank of musk and cum and piss and smoke. It stank like home. It stank like them. Matt rolled over after him, pushed his way under one of his breeder bull’s arms, and took a deep sniff from his pit, “Fuck, nothin’ better ‘n the way ya stink after ya give me a good plowin’, slave.”

“Thanks Boss, It’s my pleasure.”

They laid there a while longer, until Matt got up, replaced the padlock in the head of Carl’s cock–more out of habit than anything else, and then paused. “Come on, let’s go.”

“We got work in the mornin’ don’t we?” Carl said, vaguely recalling that Matt was a foreman for a construction company, and he worked under him, mostly as a grunt laborer. “I don’t…”

“I wanna go talk tah Jimmy.”

Carl just stared at him, “Ya…don’t like this? Ya wanna go back tah how we were? Did…I not fuck ya good ‘nough?” The panic caught him off guard. He’d told himself he hadn’t wanted this, but realized it had been a lie. He did like this. He’d thought Matt had liked it too, but now worried he was wrong.

“Didn’t say that, dumbass. I jus’ wanna talk is all. Git dressed.”

So the two of them got dressed in the sort of gear they usually wore to the barnyard–Carl in a set of well worn overalls, and Matt in a leather kilt and vest, showing off his substantial gut. Before they left, Matt took a chain and strung it between Carl’s tit rings and the padlock in his cock, pulling it tight enough that his hard cock was dragged up against his body, though still hidden from view by the front of the overalls. It wasn’t comfortable, but it was rendered useless.

They climbed into Matt’s truck, left the little trailer park where their double wide sat, and drove off down the highway. They lived a good hour out of town, but it was easy enough to pass the time. Carl spent much of the ride sniffing Matt’s pits, licking and worshiping his belly hanging out of the front of the vest, and served as Boss’s urinal on the highway for good measure. They arrived at around nine in the evening, descended the steps into the bar–no hallway and mysterious corridors tonight–and found themselves in the usual dive bar form The Barnyard took. Walking in, they bumped into one of the clients on their way out, obviously looking a little ashamed, and certainly intimidated by them both. Carl realized he was never going to have to feel that way again himself–that alone made all of this seem more worth it.

Matt led them up to the bar, where Jimmy was pouring. “There you two are–didn’t see you take off last night, wasn’t sure what condition you’d ended up in. I…hope the morning wasn’t too much of a shock.”

Matt sat down on a barstool, and motioned for Carl to sit beside him. “Jimmy–as far as my memory goes, I’ve been coming here for years with mah stud, but I know last night the two of ya fucked me over royally, and I don’t feel like I quite got a proper apology fer that, especially given the way we’ve ended up here.”

“Now, I told you the risks, but you’re the one who wanted the costume shift.”

“I know what I wanted. I got what I wanted–but ya owe me, Jimmy. Well, this fucker here owes me, ‘n I have a little suggestion that I think might make all a this a bit easier.”

“Look, if you’re going to ask me to change you back, I can’t. My powers are at their peak on Halloween–next year, maybe I can do something to help, but as of now, you’re both…well, stuck.”

“I think ya misunderstood, Jimmy,” Matt said, “Carl ‘n I are plenty happy with how things turned out, ain’t that right stud?”

“Yes Boss, sure am,” Carl said.

“What I want, Jimmy, is a little business venture, just between the three of us.”

Carl tuned to Boss, wondering what scheme the pig had come up with that day. Jimmy looked exhausted, but didn’t say anything to oppose at least hearing him out. 

“I got a real nice stud here. Ya got clients that I know would pay top dollar for this bull’s cock. How about…three nights a week, a 60/40 split on the revenue?”

Jimmy just started laughing, and Carl went completely red in the face, realizing what his Boss had just suggested. He really was going to start renting him out as a stud! His cock throbbed at the thought, making him grunt from the sudden tug on his tits in the process.

“He likes pain, loves humiliation, I think he’d be a great part time addition to your stable here,” Matt said, grinning right along with Jimmy.

“Ya know what?” Jimmy said, “That doesn’t sound like too bad of an idea, honestly. Didn’t get as many new whores from the party as I usually do, and had a couple retire and move on. He can fill in–provided he wants to. What do you say, stud? Wanna let this pig rent that big bull dick of yours out?”

Carl gulped. They all knew what the answer was, but both Matt and Jimmy wanted to hear him say it, after the trouble he’d caused both of them. “Yeah Boss, sounds…real damn hot, honestly.”

“Didn’t think this was where we were going to end up, when I suggested you come to the party, but I’ll take it,” Jimmy said, poured a brew and slid it across the bar to Carl. “Drink up, stud–you gotta look the part if you’re gonna be working here, and then we’ll find you a room.”

“Oh, and I get first fuck each night,” Matt added, “Gotta make sure my stud’s quantity is good before letting other guys use him.”

“Naturally,” Jimmy said. Carl downed the beer in a few gulps, and Matt pulled him back behind the curtain, his feet changing, horns growing and pelt filling in as he went. Jimmy was right–it wasn’t the outcome he’d planned on, but both Carl and Matt were plenty happy with the reality they’d ended up with.