"Yee haw!" shouted Rick as he walked up to the pig pen. Then he looked down at chunky Chad wallowing in the mud, laughed, and added, "Guess, I should say, sooey!"
Chad forced himself up on his balled fists and waddled over to the railing.
"How long has it been?" Rick asked. He looked off into the distance, and rubbed his chin, "Let's see you birthed one litter of piglets so far, and pa tells me you're expecting already. Most pigs have only one or two litters a year, but at your rate, I'm guessing maybe three or four. Told pa, we oughta keep a few sows from your litter to see if it's hereditary. We could double production."
"Oink? Uh, I, uh, puh-leash fix me?" pleaded Chad.
"Haha, I might've," Rick said thoughtfully, "once. But now, well, now. I need closure quarterback, er, razor back, he he he," he cackled.
Chad realized Rick was high on something.
"Definitely, need closure. Had to wait until, everyone would be away from the farm, cause I don't want witnesses," Rick explained, "Bruno warned me that magic spells link the subject and spellcaster, but I hadn't expected -er, this."
He sighed, and began to unbutton his shirt. He hung it on the fence post, and then climbed up on the railing. He pulled off his boots, and then his socks. He tucked his socks into his boots. He then set boots on the other side of Chad's fence. He then stood on the bottom rail, and undid his jeans.
"Don't worry about us being interrupted, everybody's in town for the weekend, I promised to hold down the fort, and I locked the gate, so no unexpected visitors. He draped his jeans over the rail next to the fence post with his shirt hanging on it. He was wearing only a dirty jockstrap. He dropped down into the mud pen. The mud sloshed up above his ankles. He smiled wickedly as he sauntered toward Chad. As he got closer, Chad recognized the jockstrap that Rick was wearing. It was Chad's lucky jockstrap, except it hadn't ever been that dirty. He sniffed. The jock reeked of dried cum and piss now, and the bulge in the pouch was growing.
"Chad, the last two months, all I've done is dream about turning my old quarterback into a receiver. Hell, you've been a receiver now for months, but I still cannot get you out of my head. Oh, almost forgot, Bruno told me to act on my dreams, and gave me a crystal to amplify the experience. He said it should help resolve my dreams." He went over to his dreams and extracted a pinkish crystal hanging on a short leather cord. He tied the cord around his neck making it a choker. The crystal sparkled in the sun.
Then he turned his lusty attentions back to Chad, and the crystal seemed to glow with an internal orangish pink light.
Chad sighed. He'd already been mounted by six boars, not to mention the time his so-called buddies had turned him into - whatever he was now. A human cock might be a welcome relief, and Rick was damn hot, Chad had to admit. He licked his lips, and shifted his hefty body. Damn, to be fully human again. He licked his lips. He had longed for human contact, and this was better than none.