Your eyes begin to slowly blink to the morning sun filtering through the blinds of the bedroom. Through tired eyes you are able to make out the pudgy body of Kate spooning into your equally pudgy belly as she slept. You smile as the pleasant memories of you love making replays in your head.
Quietly slipping out of bed, you pull yourself up with a snort-like grunt as you look around for your clothes. Picking them up from the floor, you manage to pull your shirt on, albeit your stomach preventing it from covering you entire torso as your bellybutton bulges out, but have trouble with your pants, eventually deciding to leave it unbuttoned and unzipped before heading downstairs.
It looked like the party was still strong since the two of you retired early, with snack bags and emptied cans of Hogbrew all over the place. But it wasn't just trash that littered the floor. It seemed the drunken guests that fell asleep had taken to simply sleeping where ever they were, with some on the couch and chairs, but most on the floor.
It also was clear that everyone else had physical developments as they chugged more beer while you two were sleeping. Practically everyone had a bulging belly as they slept, sometimes a snort or burp coming from them.
Looking over to one of the couches, you see Tia sleeping peacefully in the arms of Gordon and their bellies pressing against each other's. Following Tia's position, you see her arms reaching underneath Gordon's belly to an unzipped fly and her hands resting on his still tented crotch. There's a small stain at the tip, causing you to chuckle a bit imagining how they only got started before succumbing to their fatigue and alcohol.
You notice some clothing strewn about, though it's only a few articles of shirts and pants, unlike all of yours and Kate's clothing on the bedroom floor. It only made sense as some of the patrons went a little further with the alcohol and began swinging their pants overhead or dancing topless.
Outside, you see guests sleeping on the soft grass and even in the garden, ruining some of the flower beds and even knocking over a fountain, making a little impromtu mud hole in the middle. Of course, the trail of littered beer cans and snacks had also followed.
"Geez, this really was on pig sty of a party!" You say to yourself, followed by a snort. You chuckle at the irony of people acting like pigs now looked liked them as well. You don't however, notice that the idea was starting to become a reality as you go back upstairs, the slight hangover causing you to miss noses looking slightly squished and ears growing a bit larger and pointed.