In a bleary haze of lust, Chad moves his waddling form closer and closer towards the exit. As he moves, his form continues to digest the remains of the pink goo. His black pig frame starts to press and crunch down, if he had any bones, they were long gone. His form moves into that of a fully feral pig now, save for it being coated in inky black rubber. His mind still partially human or rather rubber doll, but his instincts are growing more beastial by the second as he needs more of that mess.
There's a large door that he presses with his snout, snuffling forward finding it opening with ease. His large shaft unable to stop leaking behind him, leaving a trail of shine for others to follow as he works inside. The light now is a little dimmer, and there's a loudness to this room. What causes his shaft to prick up however, is the scent of rubbery sex. Inside are easily a half dozen rubber pig men, all in varying states like he was moments ago, slowly losing themselves to one another. They are rutting and fucking and squealing as Chad grunts, wadding into the thick stew of cum and rubber this room seems to offer in the middle. The room is a large circle, there's a small series of ropes along the sides that some of the men try and hold to, but the ropes are rubber and they only slip off again and again as the more piglike start to mount and stretch them out now.
Chad feels eager to join them, waddling and squealing as he feels his fat pig body squishing rubber flesh to rubber flesh, slickly grinding now as he presses past, wanting to get towards the middle now, snorting as the sensations are wonderfully nice. He's the only one to go all the way into this shape, the others need his help, his shine, as he looks around, gazing where he is needed the most.
Leaning over with a husk, his long tongue licks at various sweaty and deforming testicles and cocks, all of the men groaning in turn. This new animal smelling better, feeling better as they all start to press closer against one another, vying for it to touch them. Tailholes exposed, muzzles agape hoping for rubber to spray in, all of them instantly horny and docile as Chad's musky rubber odor shows him as the true pig lord of this Rubber sty, and now he will have his way with these soon to be toys.