"I've heard you're the leader, Blue Warrior. Fancy yourself the alpha male?," Vortagar circled Carl as he held him in place. "Maybe I can take some of the stress out of your job. In fact, maybe you need a whole new role on your team. One that matches your porky pals."
"Let me go, monster!" Carl struggled.
"Always thinking of your team mates, serving their needs. Don’t you want to continue meeting their needs?" Dark magic washed over Carl's blue space armor, and suddenly Carl’s body started expanding out in all directions. His armor groaned, and finally lost the battle as fat literally tore it apart, expanding out and obliterating it. "My armor! What are you doing to me?"
Vortagar released Carl, and he struggled to keep his balance as he stood, now naked and obese. His hard muscular body now soft, round and pink, still expanding. He tried to hide his nakedness but he was just so very huge now it only came off as comical. His belly covered his shrinking genitals, and his moobs pushed out huge above a big beach-ball belly – he looked pregnant! Luckily he was still wearing his transforming watch. "What the heck? I look like a fat earth momma – and sound like one now too! It's time to transform."
Before he could reach his cyber watch, Vortagar unleashed another burst of magic, and Carl froze, his hand stuck over his watch. He felt still as a statue, just inches from the button that would re-cyberize him.
"This is a good look for you, Blue Warrior! Barefoot and pregnant… but I think we can do better for your piggy pals. Just needs a few finishing touches." Vortagar twirled his staff and Carl’s nose expanded and flattened into a big pig snout. He squealed, watching his fingers fuse together into piggy hooves, and felt a new curly tail pop out above his ass. Vortagar laughed evilly as he watched a bunch of ridiculously huge sow teats burst out below Carl’s first pair, going all the way down his – or her – body. The huge pig stood grunting dumbly as she finished her transformation into the fattest sow the world had ever seen, and then fell to all fours, so fat that her ample teats and fat spreading out in the mud around her. "And now to lower your intelligence and rearrange your priorities."
Another burst of magic warmed Carl's mind. She suddenly felt her thoughts slowing down, a wave of dizziness came and went, and suddenly her whole body jolted. Her mind became much simpler and decidedly more sowish. "WREEE WREE WREEEE!" Carl squealed out, suddenly finding herself surrounded by two very interested pigs Luke and Alex. They grunted and squealed, new feelings and instincts taking over.
Vortagar snickered. "I've turned you into the world's dumbest fattest sow, Carl. Isn't that nice?"
Carl squealed. "OINK OINK SWEEEE REEE GRUNT GRUNT GRUNT!"
Alex and Luke grunted and oinked, desperately trying to stop themselves, but completely powerless and caving into the instinct to mount this new ripe sow.
"They're your mates, my friend... in more ways than one, now," Vortagar laughed, lowered his staff, no longer sensing the threat of his enemies. He had completely dulled the Blue Warrior's mind, reduced her to a simple breeding sow with the intelligence of a bale of hay.
"Grunt grunt!" Carl presented herself to her teammates Alex and Luke, unable to stop herself from the hormones demanding she submit to these two strong, viral male pigs. "WREEEEE!” She felt herself being mounted and couldn’t resist the pleasure of her mate’s weight. "Grunt grunt wreeee."
Luke and Alex took turns fucking Carl, all three of them in orgasmic piggy bliss.
"You won’t be needing this any more," Vortagar said, picking up the broken power-watch from the mud. "After all, what would a big, fat, PREGNANT hog like you need with something like this?" Evil, triumphant laughter.
"Wreeee!" Carl grunted happily, in mindless piggy orgasm, she somehow knew instinctually she was pregnant and would soon be putting her big fat dugs to work feeding Luke and Alex’s children. “Oink oink oink!"
Vortagar created a viewing portal with his staff and broadcast the scene to his master Lord Skullface. "There you have it my lord. Your greatest enemies reduced to barnyard swine – their children will provide you with food for years to come. Enjoy the show!"
Carl, Luke and Alex squealed in half-hour orgasms, completely happy to be big, fat hogs fucking one another.