Laura heard Justin from the other side of the door. But he wasn't talking, he was making piggish snorts and oinks. And to her horror, she understood exactly what he was trying to say. Justin wanted to get inside the room, and show Laura just how much of a pig he'd become.
"Go away!" Laura cried as she pulled her body into a closer hug. She felt her eight breasts and hairy torso press themselves against her massive thighs. Appalled, Laura let go of her legs and jumped up. Justin's squeals got more intense, and soon Laura could hear a series of loud BANGS. He was trying to break the door down!
"Got to get out of here." Laura thought. She looked around the room, and grabbed the first articles of clothing she saw. She wasted no time with underwear, some part of her just knowing that she wouldn't fit. Laura threw on one of Justin's shirts and then a large, thick sweatshirt. She put on a pair of loose fitting jeans and flip-flops. Then, with some difficulty as she was fatter, climbed out the window. Justin was still ramming against the door.
It was dark out, and Laura was grateful to have the cover of night to flee under. At least it would be harder for people to notice there was something off about her body. She sprinted to her car, and sped as far away from the house as she could. No destination in mind, Laura just drove until she realized she was heading for the highway.
Meanwhile, back at the house, Justin was getting very frustrated with his female. Why was she being so defiant? Didn't she want him? There was someone else wasn't there? Yes, that must be it. Another boar was making Laura his.
Fueled by rage, Justin dug his hooves into the carpet and charged the door. He threw his fat boar body against it, and this time the door broken under his weight. Justin got up and looked for Laura. But the only trace of her was a wet spot on the carpet and bed from where she'd been sitting. The window was open, and a gust of air blew her scent to Justin's snout.
It smelled so good. She was ready for him. But she wasn't here. Had she runaway? No, she was just playing hard to get. He'd find her. Or she'd come back. She was in heat, there was no way Laura could go without his boar cock for long. Justin trotted around the room, and paused in front of the mirror.
He looked at himself proudly. His hands were caught between human and porcine. He still had all five of his fingers, but they were huge. Tipped with hard, black keratin, Justin's fist was the size of a grapefruit. And speaking of grapefruit, he looked down and saw his pig testicles dangling below. Held in taut, pink skin, Justin rubbed his hand against his thick pubs. Bringing his hand back up to his snout, he snorted in the musty scent.
It smelled so good, almost as good as Laura's sow juices. Justin reached down to fondle his balls some more when he saw his cock extend from his sheath. The tip was narrow, the entire shaft slimmer. But it was over a foot long and still growing. Finally at full mast, Justin started in awe at his 2 foot boar cock. The top 5 inches spiraled like a real boar's cock. Justin wiggled his hips, loving how his balls swayed and how the cool air felt against his piggish skin.
He was just a boar. A huge, hairy boar. Who wanted nothing more than to find someone to fuck. Even if it wasn't his sow. It would just be temporary. Surely Laura would understand that all he needed was a little release. Justin exited the house through the same window (though his bulk cracked the frame) and went out in search of a receptive female.