"Genuine Wild Boooar-r-r," read Chad as two of his lower teeth pushed out of his mouth erupting into tusks.
Wild Boar? Chad had been invited to go Wild Boar hunting when the hunting season begins tomorrow. Did they intend to hunt him? He turned to run, but his feet contorted twisting into hooves, and he fell onto the dirt floor on his side with his legs flaying. He could feel the coarse hairs erupting all over his body. He tried to speak or call for help, but only grunts and snorts emanated from his mouth now.
"It does seem a bit gross to hunt down and eat your own brother, Brad," said Rick.
"Hey, you were all for pigging out my kid bro," Brad replied.
"Yeah, but as a prank, I didn't think you'd really barbecue him."
"Well, what did you think I'd do with a wild boar? Keep him as a pet?"
"I thought we were going to humiliate,, and scare the shit out of him, and then change him back."
"Why would I go to all this trouble to turn pigboy into a real pig, if I was just going to turn him back?" Brad said, "But hey, we're giving Chad a sporting chance. All he has to do is avoid getting shot or captured during the hunting season, and he'll have a whole 9 months to run around until I come gunning for him next year. Hey, Max, come."
Brad's big black dog came running from outside, where Brad had left him.
"Muh-oink," grunted Chad.
The dog stopped short of the writhing pig man. He sniffed, then he sniffed again. Then Max looked back at Brad, and whined.
"Yeah, boy that's Chad the pig boy. Now get a good whiff. Were tracking him down and bagging him tomorrow."
Max barked in ascent, and buried his nose in Chad's thighs getting his scent.
Chad was horrified to feel the beast's wet nose in his crotch, and as Max turned he saw the conical red tip of his penis sticking out of his black fur sheath. He noticed Brad was sporting a larger bulge than usual, and Rick looked like his boner was deflating. His body made odd noises as organs shifted, bones popped, and sinews remove themselves. He could feel the coarse hair covered tail sliding down his butt cheeks, as color drained from his vision, and the scents of the two men and their dog grew stronger.
Brad looked at his watch, "We best get going. Come Max!"
"Aren't you going to wait until he completely changes?"
"Why? He's well on his way to being a handsome trophy. A little lean for my taste, but if he survives this season, he'll be ripe for harvesting next year. I can't shoot him until tomorrow, and Max has his scent, so we're done with him until tomorrow. You coming, Rick?"
"Shouldn't we say goodbye to Chad first?"
"He's just a pig now. But say your goodbyes quickly if you want a ride."
"Yo, Chad, your bro was always saying you would make a pig of yourself, and look at you now!" Rick made a forced laugh. He added softly when Brad was out of earshot, "Sorry, I really only meant to prank ya. I better go. Good luck, Chad." He turned to catch up with Brad.