Damon's eyes rolled back in his head as he mentally tried to convince his hand to release the long, hard, curly, thin stick that he had unexpectedly coaxed forth from within him. He had almost brought himself to let go when he felt himself nearing the edge.
'Fuck it,' he thought silently. 'This is too intense. I'll just go ahead and rub one out and we'll be on our way. They've waited long enough for me to get this far; what's another few seconds?'
Poor, naive Damon was about to find out just how sexually inexperienced he was a hog, having only ever lived life as a human male. The fateful orgasm he was about to experience would change his life in more ways than one.
Damon felt hot, high-pressure fluid erupting through his long, narrow channel and squealed. After a few seconds, it was already the biggest mess he'd ever made jacking off, but distressingly, it didn't show any signs of letting up. Damon didn't realize that pig mating can last quite some time even after the ejaculation hits, and that the human loads he was used to were nothing compared to what he'd be producing now. He kept trying to milk himself dry with one hand and reaching around for towels with the other. How was he going to clean all this up, much less make it to the witch before more changes would start to kick in?
The warm, steady rhythm of creamy liquid coursing through his porcine member eventually soothed Damon into a kind of trance, and he just sat there with a blank look on his face holding his dick. Something about the way his cum surged through his twisted tip like a crazy straw almost made him forget where he was and why this was supposed to be a bad thing. Someone knocked on the door, but there was no answer.
When it was all said and done, Damon would have to fit a quarter-liter of semen through that corkscrew tube of his. It took a while, but his ejaculatory muscles were more than up to the task, and Damon didn't come back to a nearly sober state of mind until his dick was burrowing it's way back down into his sheath. He had no words for what he had just experienced, but reality sank in when he saw the sticky, wet floor around him and heard Chris pounding his hooves on the door yelling.
"Get the fuck out of there, perv! How long does it take to take a dump? John ain't findin' a bit o' help on that damn phone a his, we gotta go!"
"Just leave 'im and we'll find the witch on our own. He's probably just jackin' off in there like usual, that horny fuck," said Chris.
Damon started fumbling with his clothes and towels, still twitching a the sensation of his wet penis retreating. "B-b-be out in a minute, guys!" he managed to stutter. Unfortunately, the amount of time everyone spent waiting for Damon to drain his piglet juice had caught up with them, and they found themselves braying, bleating, and squealing again as new changes took hold of their forms.