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Mwantum Kiteti posted a topic in MutaKin(Woman to Pig) A TF Zoo Story The Tampa Fe Zoo is having a promotion! To participate, simply pick which exhibit you want to have a more up-close-and-personal-visit to, and you’ll find yourself swimming with the dolphins and soaring with the eagles in no time at all! All you have to do in order to see the Tampa Fe Zoo through a fresh pair of eyes is call the toll-free number below*! 1-800-639-2639 *The City of Tampa Fe is not liable for any instance of participants losing their mentality or having potentially unwanted modifications befall their body, both of which have been known to occur during the ‘quiz' section of the Tampa Fe Zoo’s promotion. We thank you for your compliance. ><—><—><—><—> • <—><—><—><—>< Hannah sat in the Administration Office of the Tampa Fe Zoo anxiously checking her phone. Although initially excited about the promotion she’d seen in Cosmos earlier that day, see had been immediately put off upon arriving by how she was apparently their first “willing” participant. What they'd meant by that wasn’t clear, but she didn’t love the sound of it. She only had to spend a few minutes waiting, however, as Hannah soon found herself being led her through a side corridor and into back room by an employee. Once it came time for payment, she thought it odd why they only took cash when it was such a large sum of money. She still handed over the cash she’d been to bring, determined not to let skepticism ruin a good time. The worker turned on the room's overhead lights to show a large, curved monitor in the middle of an otherwise empty storage area as a slam of a door told her that she was now alone. Hannah was surprised that no actual human would be present in the room for her registration but wasn’t bothered by it. Hannah much prefered telling personal details to a computer than to an actual person. Her her heels clicked upon the stone floor as Hannah stepped toward the room's center monitor, under which lay a control panel with touch controls and an on-screen keyboard. While the setup was unusually hi-tech for such a banal use, she only saw it as a welcome convenience. Hannah tapped the flashing 'START' button below her to begin the process. After entering her name, age, and measurements, she saw it asked for a short blurb of who she was. “I’m a model on Instagram," Hannah typed. “My entire life, people have told me how hot I am, and so I made a career out of it!” She moved on to the next query. It needed two things from Hannah: where in the Tampa Fe Zoo she'd want to travel, and what her purpose in having an intimate visit there would be. She had easy answers to both. Hannah flexed her fingers before entering in, “I heard the Petting Zoo has pigs. People love baby animals, so I thought piglets would make for a great photo op! I want people to see me caring for tiny piggies like a mother would. My Instagram crowd would eat it up!” Even though hated the idea of being that close to such dirty animals, she knew that keeping up a positive image on social media was completely worth putting up with the smell of pigs for a while. Satisfied with her answers, Hannah pressed the ‘NEXT’ button and heard the computer internally whirr and hum in response. It finished whatever computation it'd been making and displayed a text box on the monitor, reading: "Hello, Hannah! Our goal is to offer a life-changing experience that fully immerses you in our habitats. To accomplish this, your inputs have been processed into a quiz that prepares you to go face-to-face with the inhabitants of the Petting Zoo!” She rolled her eyes. Unless this 'preparation' involved her putting in nose plugs, Hannah didn't how a quiz could make her actually enjoy that environment. There undoubtedly existed some people who could have more fun at a Zoo by knowing animal facts, so she understood why the quiz was in place. That didn't mean she thought it could help her, though. QUESTION 1: WHAT ANIMAL IS PICTURED HERE? The first question seemed ridiculously easy. The picture was simply of a mother hog with piglets suckling from its breasts. As she tried to hold in her disgust at such a bloated swine, Hannah keyed in "Pig" in order to just move on. Curiously, there was no indication of whether her answer was correct or not. It didn't matter to her, though; Hannah didn't want to spend forever on the questions. She was too busy reading the next question to feel a corkscrew-like tail pressing against the inside of her panties. QUESTION 2: WHAT NOISE DO PIGS COMMONLY MAKE? Another easy question. Hannah confidently typed "grunts" in the text field and hit 'enter', pleased with how quickly she was completing the quiz. The thought of how soon she'd be able to be with the baby piglets caused caused a grrrooink to escape from her lips, its abruptness catching Hannah off guard. Did she just... oink? Hannah disregarded the notion as utterly ridiculous and had to reaffirm to herself that the piglets were to be props in a photo: nothing more. For a moment, however, the thought floated through her mind that it'd be wrong to leave such helpless creatures by themselves. It was during this pensive contemplation that Hannah failed to notice the gradual shrinkage of her hair, her brunette locks only 3/4 as long as they once were. Eventually, she managed to push the moral dilemma out of her mind and could focus on the third question. QUESTION 3: WHAT IS A PIG'S ICONIC NOSE LOCATED AT THE END OF? She chuckled at how easy the question was, her laughter containing more snorting than it normally did. Tapping the touch-screen with cocky pecks of her finger, Hannah submitted "snout" as her answer. For whatever — due perhaps to a too-foggied brain — Hannah wasn't cognizant of her nose and mouth pushing out of her face, creating a cylindrical snout with two large, porcine nostrils at the end. This all strengthened her sense of smell to the point where Hannah was forced to scrunch up her face at the scents drifting out of nearby restroom. Soon enough, the sound of water flowing through pipes underground filled the air, the position of Hannah's now stronger ears having shifted to the top of her head. Hannah's eyes also grew further apart, no longer pointing straight forward like a predator. Instead, each one lay on one side of her broad muzzle and pointed her pupils slightly waywardly, giving her a rather dumb and vapid expression. As her hair shrank to nearly a quarter of its original length, Hannah began on the next part of the quiz. QUESTION 4: PIGS CLEAN THEIR SKIN BY WALLOWING IN WHAT SUBSTANCE? Hannah blinked. Was the quiz really saying that pigs wallow in mud to keep clean? That must be why they were always so filthy! Upon entering in "mud" for her guess, every inch of Hannah's skin flared with sensation. Her once pale complexion turned a faded pink as tiny hairs sprouted all over her body, causing bouts of itchiness to erupt underneath her clothing. Too uncomfortable in her outfit to worry about being indecent, Hannah urgently stripped naked. The feeling of comfort that instantly engulfed her made her begin panting in relief, a broadened tongue lolling lopsidedly out of her snout. The skin of Hannah's neck thickened and rendered imperceptible a separation between her torso and head, which now had had no hair but the patchy coat of white, almost transparent stubble that covered the rest of his skin as well. Mud. The word had stuck in Hannah's mind. The thought of feeling its coldness drip down her back on a hot day grew so prominent in her mind that it could quell any internal protests of it being gross. Hannah recognized who she found the concept of mud disgusting minutes earlier, but that was before she understood why pigs wallowed in it! More imagery of how refreshing mud would feel slathered on her flaky skin stormed her mind. As the earthy scent of a mudhole almost seemed to waft into her nostrils, Hannah was finally able to put her attention back onto the computer in front of her. QUESTION 5: WHAT TYPE OF FOOT DO PIGS POSSESS? She kept her mudlust under control in order to better concentrate on the question, which was yet again an easy one to answer: "trotter". Hannah forgot in which High School class she would've learned that fact, but she was grateful to know it nonetheless. A shooting pain in her hands made Hannah collapse to the ground in agony. The nails on her fingers and toes elongated and thickened. Both of her hands restructured themselves to work as feet in service a quadrupeic gait. The sensation of one digit on each extremity merging with another one elicited a squeal from Hannah. Finally, after what felt like an endless series of tugs and pulls in her limbs, she was able to stand. Hannah knew for absolute certain that she was supposed to be standing on two legs, not four — she knew that! But something felt so natural about standing on her trotters that, despite the voice inside her head saying not to, Hannah accepted her new piggy hooves and was just glad that the Zoo had thought to make the height of the control panel adjustable. QUESTION 6: WHAT IS THE CONSUMPTION CLASSIFICATION OF PIGS? Yet another no-brainer! Using her porcine nose to tap the screen, she had to expend no effort thinking up the answer: "omnivore". Hannah's jaws tingled as 12 new teeth grew in, bringing the total number in her mouth up to 44. Ger brain seemed to pulse with neural activity as she began to be rewired as having a pig's diet. Thick saliva seeped from Hannah's mouth, her mind becoming consumed with images of all kinds of food she never thought appetizing: roots; flowers; tree bark; worms; even garbage. Before moving on with the quiz, Hannah laid eyes on the viscous puddle of drool by her feet. She needed to taste something — anything, or else she'd go insane! She licked the floor to lap up the liquid, and the taste of her slobber overwhelmed her. Unbeknownst to her, Hannah had grown thousands more taste buds on her tongue, which, coupled with the sharpness of her smell and an omnivorous diet, made eating the most euphoric feeling in the world. Absentmindedly smacking her lips, Hannah summoned enough concentration to answer the next quiz question. QUESTION 7: WHAT CAUSES THE TEATS OF A SOW TO FILL WITH MILK? Some part of her was still fighting. A tiny corner of her brain that recognized the ramifications of continuing and pleaded that she just flee. But because she was so far gone already, Hannah ultimately keyed in her answer: "childbirth". Her body bloated past 200, 300, and even 400 pounds until Hannah's 500-pound mass made standing an arduous effort. A husky moan flew from her lips upon feeling the weight of 14 teats dangle from her chest, each bulging with milk. The stimulation Hannah got from the liquid sloshing around inside her mammaries at the slightest movement made her breath quicken with pleasure. There was no part of Hannah's body that was human anymore. Hannah's lazy gaze drifted back on to the monitor upon the display beginning to flash with the message: "You're almost done! But before you begin your new life in the Petting Zoo, our algorithm has assigned you both a new name and a special trait that will help you better adjust to Zoo life. We hope you enjoy seeing the Tampa Fe Zoo from an all-new, fresh perspective as you take on the role of Mabel, the most loving mother sow in the Petting Zoo!" That was the word Mabel was missing all this time: 'mother'. Mabel was a mother, and the size of her teats came as reminder that she'd borne a farrow of twelve not three days prior. Mabel was a sow, and her groin quivered at the thought of a boar's musky scent. But most importantly, Mabel was a pig. Her head spun with a flurry of information until feeling too dizzy to keep her eyes open, and opening them moments later, Mabel realized her surroundings had changed. Instead of standing on cold, stone flooring, Mabel was lying on her side, cushioned by the straw spread across the muddy ground of a shed. She was in the Petting Zoo! But, then, of course she was here — it was her home, wasn't it? Mabel looked around and felt a sense of security; it all seemed right. She basked in the sunlight coming from a window of her shed until movement from the door frame caught her attention and brought her indescribable joy. It was her piglets: all twelve of them. And they were hungry. Mabel's teats began to preemptively lactate until each member of the litter could could choose a nipple to suckle on. Mabel let out loving grunts in total and utter bliss. While she cared for her little piggies, Mabel peered at all the zoogoers looking on from the outside area and sighed in satisfaction at her request having been granted.
Blackbunnyman posted a topic in WienerKinEdwena was a vampire hunter, and the finest example of her craft. She had been dedicated to hunting the vile, undead bloodsuckers since she has barely reached her teens and now, in her early thirties, she was arguably the greatest hunter on all of earth. She wasn’t any sort of mystic woman, traveling from small Transylvanian village always after her newest Dracula, she preferred that sort of hyper-glamorized Helsing hunter remained in old fashioned myth where it belonged. Edwena was a modern girl, and a better hunter for it. She had a can of mace infused with garlic, a squirt-gun filled with holy water (that could spray up to twenty feet, as the cheerfully bright packaging advertised), a gun special made for wooden bullets, and a sharp silver knife. All her tools were her own creations, and Edwena was a master Vampire hunter, renowned by beast and man equally for her skill and innovation. It seemed that after every hunt she invented a new weapon and honed her skills exponentially. It very quickly got to the point where Edwena was skilled enough that she no longer had to track down vampires herself. People came to beg her from around the world to fix their vampire problems, and she found she could get any ridiculous sum of money that she desired for the exertion of her skills. She was unsurprised when a request came down to her from England, a young man of a wealthy family worried that a young woman he was interested in was, in fact, a supernatural monster. He claimed to have seen the girl, Lucia West, biting her maid’s throat. He assumed she was drinking her maid’s blood and he wanted the whole mess cleared up before he had a public relationship with her, just in case of any scandal that might arise. Edwena thought it was probably some kind of Romanian lesbian shit, but the young man was willing to deposit a seven digit sum directly into her tax free account so Edwena was more than willing to investigate the girl. Edwena arrived in town by plane, in the early pre-dawn morning. It amazed her how creepy the Old World happened to look, and so melodramatic! Edwena stopped into the first mcdonalds she passed to change from her airplane clothes into a tight pair of black jeans and a nice red shirt that showed off the depth of her cleavage. It’s what people always seemed to anticipate from her, and even as unassuming as she looked in her attire she was fully capable of carrying all her weaponry. She didn’t bother to stop and meet anyone first, she had plenty of information on Lucia so she made her way directly to the girl’s apartment, a rich high rise house she apparently owned all to herself, with the company of a younger sibling and their servants. From the street, Edwena saw Lucia in her room on the top floor, the curtains drawn and backlit by a light deeper in the room. It looked like she was with another woman, likely the maid, and Lucia’s head did appear to be against the maid’s neck. But even from the street Edwena could see that it was a soft kiss, not a vampire bite. She could have rolled her eyes into the back of her head. Honestly! She could just tell the brat his desired was gay and then Lucia could happily fuck her maid as she desired. Still, Edwena had been paid a lot to investigate so she approached the building, circling down an alley to the tiny yard in the back. It was fenced off by the smallest silver fence she had ever seen in her life, it barely came to her knees. Edwena stepped lightly over and immediately her hackled raised. There was something very wrong about the land in the back. It smelled old, and wrong. It wasn’t English earth. Edwena sank to her knees and pressed her hand to the earth, suddenly very suspicious. So . . . maybe the girl wasn’t the vampire? But it seemed likely that someone was. Edwena took a handful of dirt and let it sift through her fingers, wrestling with the anxiety suddenly twisting deep in the pit of her stomach. This was not right. Foreign dirt behind a silver fence was unusual, even for a vampire. It would have to be an old creature, one that required shipments of soil from its maker’s homeland. “Ah-hem~” Came a small voice behind her. Edwena sprang to her feet and whirled around to come face to face with a . . . young woman? Edwena blinked, surprised. She looked a lot like the picture of Lucia that the man had given her and Edwena wondered if this was her younger sibling. She was dressed in a bright yellow sundress with a blue ribbon around her middle and a flower clip pulling her pitch black hair away from her brilliant green eyes. She was short and slim, and very pale. Edwena narrowed her eyes but she could see clearly that this girl did not have fangs, nor did she have any fang marks on her bare neck. “Ah-hem~!” She cleared her throat again, “Ma’am, you’re trespassing.” “Ah . . . I’m here for work. Pest control.” “No you aren’t,” the girl said, arching an eyebrow completely unimpressed. Yeah, it was a lame excuse but it gave Edwena enough time to grab her holy water super soaker and blast the nineteen year old in the arm. The young woman hissed in disgust and drew back, but her arm did not stop bubbling and melting at the touch. There was, however, a faint red mist evaporating off her skin and a red sunburn seemed to start spreading where the water touched her. “Ah! Bitch!” The girl hissed as she began to shake her arm violently to get the water off. Edwena turned on her heal and bolted for the fence, knowing nothing supernatural could cross the silver line but before she could get far the girl’s blue ribbon was suddenly tied around Edwena’s ankles and she tripped hard. Edwena gasped in pain and before she could recover she felt the girl sit on her back, pinning her arms behind her. “My ‘sister’ warned me you would be coming, Ed~we~na~,” The girl hummed musically, “Too bad for you we figured out how to ‘cure’ me before you got to us.” “What are you?” Edwena gagged around a mouthful of dirt. The girl grabbed a fistful of Edwena’s brown hair and pulled her head back. “Darling, I’m Lucy Westenra~!” Edwena coughed and struggled harder, suddenly fearful. Dracula’s favorite bride? But she had died! “I’m soul bound to my sweet little niece now, and since she’s a beansidhe I don’t really have to worry about dying anymore and she gets to touch the living without killing anyone. Buuuut~! I’ve been hopping I might see you. You killed one of my children.” Lucy pressed her lips close to Edwena’s ears, her words dripping with hatred and disgust for the hunter she had caught. Edwena cried out in pain as Lucy violently ripped her weapons away from her and tossed them easily on the other side of the silver fence. The border meant to keep the supernatural beasts in now protected Lucy from the potent influence, not that they would be very effective against whatever ghost-vampire creature she had become. Effortlessly, Lucy flipped Edwena onto her back and examined the hunter of her kind. Edwena was pretty enough, by human standards. She was fair skinned and covered in freckles. She had thick, strawberry blonde hair and wide baby blue eyes; she looked almost like a classic vampire herself although Lucy knew better. “You know~ Old Romanian Vampires and Old Irish Ghosts have some pretty wild powers on their own . . . I haven’t used my magic since my ‘sister’ trapped me here~! I’m grateful she brought me back to life but it is vexing . . . Why not see what I can do to you?” Lucy grinned and Edwena noticed for the first time that it wasn’t that Lucy was missing fangs, but that the points had been sawed off to give her the appearance of a human mouth. Edwena struggled as Lucy slowly, painstakingly slowly, reached out with her fingers and gave Edwena’s nose a hard flick. There was a hard pulse of magic through Edwena’s nose and she shook her head as a daze crept into her mind. Suddenly she felt confused and sleepy. “Wh . . . What di- did you doo to –ugh– m-m-mee?” She said. Suddenly she couldn’t bring herself to fight Lucy, and the vampire laughed before she got off Edwena who remained on her back in the dirt. There was a dull throb in Edwena’s nose where Lucy had flicked it, and slowly she noticed her nose was starting to turn up and widen, taking a new shape. “Wha-w-wha-t diiid yo-GRUNT-you do to m-SQUEAL,” Edwena tried to say again as her voice seemed to stretch and twist. Her words sounded deeper to her own ears and her unexpected grunt was a pitch she had never been able to produce before but her squeal had been ear-piercingly high. Her mental faculties were slowing down, and it seemed the harder Edwena tried to think the more it became impossible. Her nose pushed out, and with it her lower jaw as her face began to be dominated by a snout. Edwena put her hand over her face and realized that her nose was wet. Dully, she thought that meant something and slowly she worked herself up to a sitting position. Her belly pressed hard against her shirt and hung out over her jeans, Edwena didn’t think it had been like that before and she just grunted unhappily as she realized how pinching her jeans were. Edwena pressed her hands to her belly as it trembled and began to swell again, growing out to mid-thigh in a matter of seconds. Now that wasn’t right at all, Edwena thought as her fingers began to grow thick and fuse. Quickly, her hands became three-fingered and her black nails spread, giving her mobile hooves for hands. Edwena let out another squeal, this time in pleasure as she felt something blossom down her shirt. Small nubs rose up in two rows, and it wasn’t until her fat finally spilled her shirt completely open that Edwena realized she had grown rows of piggy teats down her belly. It was then, touching her new nipples with her hooved hands that Edwena’s mind grasped what was happening. “OH GO-oink-GOD-squeal!” Edwena struggled out as she rose to her feet, then immediately fell again as she realized her feet had stretched out so much that she had to walk on tip-toes, which had transformed into fully formed pig hooves. Edwena’s snout twitched furiously as she began to grunt and squeal in panic, her throat thickening with fat as her vocal cords transformed and lost the capacity for human speech. Her tongue thickened as well, and it ran against her tusks as her words dissolved into oinks. “Ahahaha! I wondered when you would regain yourself~!” Lucy clapped her hands in delight. “You’re lucky that my magic is restricted to this house, though, else I would find you a fat boar to fuck you ‘til you don’t want to be human anymore~!” Lucy ran her fingers over her lips, watching as Edwena’s skin turned a bright piggy shade of pink and the skin behind her nipples swelled into new rows of fat tits. She was looking like a perfect piggish hybrid, and Lucy laughed at the thought of getting the vampire hunter into a slutty outfit and forcing her to wait on her every whim. That would be a suitable punishment for someone who had killed so many of her kind. But still . . . Edwena was a powerful hunter and there was no guarantee that she wouldn’t eventually break any mental chain Lucy put on her. Then and idea came to the old vampire and she snapped her fingers. Aha! That was it, a perfect way to control the piggy. If there was one thing that Lucy understood, it was lust, and making Edwena’s new piggy instincts take control wouldn’t be too hard if Lucy made herself the object of desire. The vampire giggled as the piggy squealed and grunted in horror, trying to drag herself away even as her ears started to flop at either side of her head and a tail curled out of her massive ass. Edwena was a foot away from the silver fence, so close to her freedom. She couldn’t carry her weight on her newly formed hind feet, especially since she was still getting fatter. She oinked fearfully as Lucy came close again and knelt in front of her. “Hey,” Lucy said gently, as she reached out and let her fingers brush Edwena’s fat groin. It was only for a second, but it was enough to make Edwena stop trying to escape and look at Lucy in a new light. The vampire was pretty, Edwena slowly realized and her eyes fell down to Lucy’s hypnotic breasts, visible through the sundress and perfectly curved. She began to swell again, but this time it was specific and converging on her already enlarged clit. Edwena grunted in confusion as her clit began to swell impossibly large and take on a new shape, corckscrewing at the top and growing so long that it pressed up at her impossibly tight jeans painfully. Lucy giggled before she reached over and tugged down the zipper, and Edwena’s boar dick popped free, erect and glistening slightly as it throbbed in Lucy’s direction. Her groin continued to swell as her ovaries turned into testicles and swelled out between her fat legs, throbbing eagerly at the mere sight of Lucy until Edwena threw back her head and squealed as she came as a boar for the first time, drenching her own face and thick hair in her own come. “Good girl~!” Lucy laughed. She stood fully and turned, wiggling her ass in Edwena’s face for a moment before she danced away. Edwena lurched awkwardly onto her hooves and waddled after her. “Come on, Ed, let’s get you some slop~! I’m sure you’re tired after tonight,” Lucy said as she led Edwena along, towards her home. The vampire hunter, once the greatest in the world had been reduced into a piggy servant, controlled by her throbbing cock and destined to spend the rest of her life happily serving her new mistress.