Werepig - Part 3

Sorry for the delay on this one! It's been a hectic bit for me with work and boyfriend stuff, but I'm back with what might be a thrilling conclusion, but more likely is going to be a lead-in to a larger conclusion :P Enjoy!

We fucked a few more times after that, but Al never did tell me more about being a werepig. Other than you got fat, hungry, and horny, and every full moon it gets even worse. He said after being bitten, his life had become a never-ending spree of gluttony and hedonism. I admitted to seeing the appeal, but I was still upset about having this lifestyle forced upon me rather than consensually given. Had he explained things beforehand, I might have even agreed.

But Al was an ass. Once my surging hormones abated, I sent him home and told him never to talk to me again. Al smirked and said he’d be over the next time I called. 

I didn’t call him, but it was hard. I was hornier than I’d been as a teen, masturbating three to four times per day just to keep things under control. I even set up a few hookups, something I hadn’t done since I came out back in college. Each one commented that I was like an animal in the sheets. The few brave enough to bottom for me left bow-legged, and none agreed to go more than once. 

Nothing even came close to being as satisfying as Al. And then came the night of the full moon.

I didn’t even realize it was a full moon. Not something I ever cared about until this whole situation, but now I have to mark it on my calendar every month. Sometimes twice. Otherwise, I’ll do something I might regret. 

The first full moon was just like the first time I changed, but worse. I felt just as sick and achy, but so much hotter--like I was on fire. Almost as soon as the sun set I started sweating through my jeans just a moment before my fat ass burst out of them. And because I hadn't been expecting it, it hurt like hell. My shirt was next as my belly inflated and bounced as my belt snapped. The remnants briefly got caught on my burgeoning tits, but then they too swelled to the size of melons and the ring of cotton tore the same as everything else I'd been wearing. My briefs held on the longest, but the nuts I sported had already weakened the seams there, so when they blew up to the size of baseballs, they exploded off me. 

Thankfully, I was in my home when it all happened. Unfortunately for my roommate, Dan, I wasn't alone. He came to my bedroom to see what all the commotion was, and when he found a naked boar man clutching his expanding sides and filling more of the room than his already recently obese friend, he nearly fainted.

Well, I assume so. I know he just stood there because I saw him staring at me open-mouthed by the time I'd finished transforming into an even beastlier version of myself.

And as soon as I saw him, all the pain and nausea immediately melted away to be replaced by a single all-consuming need to breed. I didn't even like Dan that way--he was way too thin for my taste. But at that moment, it didn't matter. He was breathing, had multiple orifices that could conceivably accept my cock, and that was that. 

I jumped him. He was maybe as surprised as I was at how fast nearly 400 pounds could move when it was horny enough. I knocked him to the floor, crushing him with my body, running my tongue up and down his face. He didn't even scream. He just sort of whimpered and closed his eyes. And then the whimpers became tiny groans, and then I felt him run his tongue up against my neck.

Later, I’d discover that werepigs emit a potent pheromone every full moon, and it’s most potent immediately after the change. Over a few tense minutes, the sweat that slicked my body went from just a bad odor to a fine ambrosia to Dan’s addled mind. I lifted myself slightly to give Dan some room, and he used it to wriggle even further beneath me, running his tongue from my neck down to my floppy tits and then to the damp fur that covered my belly. He couldn’t get enough of me.

I was, naturally, hard as steel. Or should I say “fully extended,” as while I was certainly firm, my new pointed pig dick had a bendiness that allowed insertion from almost any angle. As Dan was licking at my tit I casually reached down to grab his shirt, and with one powerful tug, I ripped it off him. He got the idea and wriggled out of his pants without me needing to expend the effort of denuding him and saving him a fine pair of jeans. 

Not that it’d matter. But that’s getting ahead of myself.

Still on top, with sweat dripping from my chest onto Dan’s eager tongue, I maneuvered my bulk to spread Dan’s legs. His hard cock poked into my gut as my pig dick found his crack and then started squirming into his hole. Once I felt myself penetrate, a single thrust brought me all the way inside. 

Dan gasped, then moaned as I slid inside. Although think and pointed at the tip, my pig cock became extremely thick by the time you got to the base, and I could tell that moan was from how I was gradually stretching Dan’s hole to accommodate me. And boy, he sure was accommodating. He groaned and writhed as I repeatedly buried myself to the hilt, my enormous nuts practically lifting Dan’s ass off the ground--or at least as much as my bulk would permit.

The other thing I discovered in my true werepig form was that I had a bit of a hair trigger. It didn’t take me long before I felt my nuts rise on their own, a pressure deep at the root of my dick build, and then release. It almost felt like pissing, and that’s because I was basically emptying myself of about as much fluid. I came and came and came, oinking in contended ecstasy as I made Dan into my sow. 

There was one last thing that Al had failed to mention about being a werepig. See, while bites and scratches could transfer the werepig curse, werepig cum had a significant effect on normal people. Especially when it was administered rectally. 

As I felt my nuts rhythmically rise and fall as they pumped load after load into Dan, I could feel his pleasured writhing change. It felt like he was pushing me away, but without actually using his hands or limbs to do so. At the same time, it felt like his ass was pushing me further out of his hole, even though it sure seemed like he was still more than enjoying how deep inside him it currently was.

It finally occurred to me to push myself up further so I could peer down at Dan. I could only really see the top half of him as my flab covered him from the chest down, but what I saw wasn’t my roomie. His face was larger, his narrow shoulders broader, and his chest had two perky tits where he’d previously been flat as a board. He looked like he’d gained 50 pounds since he’d first gotten under me, and that weight kept piling on as I kept unloading in his hole.

I had a brief moment of clarity as Dan’s rapidly inflating ass kept pushing my cock out of him and I could stop this if I pulled out all the way. But then he latched on to my tit again and I could think of nothing other than making sure Dan got every drop of my cum. 

I collapsed back atop Dan, letting him feel my full bulk and how it mashed against his growing body, and then I pressed myself back in as much as his newly plush ass would allow. He moaned around my tit as I stretched his ass from inside and out, and I luxuriated in the sensation of my expanding partner. 

Pigs could cum for a long time. It was minutes before I even felt myself start to trickle off, and by then, Dan had gotten so fat his stomach was lifting me almost as far as my arms could. For a time, it almost felt like he was this expanding balloon below me, the hairs of my hirsute bulk tugging along with Dan’s increasing mass.

Eventually, I tapered off, hoisted myself up, and examined what I’d wrought. He looked up at me with a sort of worshipful smile on his now impossibly broad face. Dan was easily as large as I was in my human form, but where I had strength and hair beneath a thick blubbery layer, Dan was plush, bulbous softness. His face was almost a perfect sphere that eclipsed whatever neck he had left. His tits were ripe melons with nipples stretched out to the size of hot dogs. His belly wobbled as I brought myself to a standing position, suddenly released from the mass that pinned it in place, and we both discovered it would rarely cease moving. Even the slightest jostle would jiggle his torso like a bowl of jello. Everything about him was swollen and almost impossibly thick.

Except his cock, of course. With so much mass grown around it, what was once likely a perfect average penis had been reduced to a leaking nub twitching beyond a layer of blubber that would certainly have encased it were it not erect. 

He was smiling up at me expectantly, and I instinctually knew he’d do whatever I asked him from this point on. Seeing his need, I reached down to press my hand into his stomach, relishing how far it sunk into his plushness. 

“You gonna cum for me, fat boy?”

As soon as the words left my lips, Dan’s fat face screwed up in a groan that coincided with him shooting a string of jizz right into my hairy gut. It wasn’t nearly as much as what I produced, but it was a respectable cum shot for the now 400-pound butterball.

“Oh, I’m going to have a lot of fun with you,” I grinned. Dan smiled back worshipfully. Maybe this whole werepig thing wasn’t so bad.