You feel something growing out of your own backside as well! It feels like skin, a little meat, and there’s hair on the end of it, and tugging on it hurts a little bit. There’s no mistake, you also grew a pig tail. Touching your face confirms that just like Lyra you also have a pig nose. Icy cold sweat beads on your brow in terror.
“Uhh… hey,” you nervously try to reassure Lyra, “If it makes you feel a little better, I’m turning into a pig too.” Lyra just stares at you with spooked watery eyes.
“How’s that supposed to make me feel better?” she chokes out. You notice that her ears have suddenly grown out into a piggy shape, which means yours are also pig ears too.
“Well, you don’t have to be alone in all this,” you suppose, “that way it’s not as weird!”
“Oh. I guess that’s nice,” Lyra sniffles, “Hey, if it makes you feel better, you make for a pretty handsome pig. Am I… am I a cute piggy at least?”
“Of course!” you assure your penmate, “You were always cute, and turning into a pig isn’t going to change that. We’re gonna figure out a way out of this, I promise.”
“Thank you,” Lyra wipes the tears out of her eyes, “that means a lot for me right now.” Her composure regained, Lyra stood up straight and put her hands on her swollen, hammy hips.
“So first thing’s first,” you say, “Let’s take inventory of what’s happening to us. We grew pig tails, got pig snouts, pig ears…” Absentmindedly you scratch your belly, which you notice is a lot rounder and softer. “And we seem to be gaining weight at an incredible speed.”
“Ugh, of course we’re getting fat,” Lyra groans, “Whoever is keeping us here probably wants us nice and juicy so that they can eat us later. Can’t imagine why else we’d be turning into pigs. For all our captors probably care we’re basically just talking pork chops.”
“Uhh, can we not jump to us being eaten?” you quail, “Just the idea gives me the willies!”
“Speaking of willies,” Lyra says, eying up your crotch, “that thing hasn’t gone down yet, huh? If anything I think it’s getting bigger. It’s not turning into a pig dick either… weird… What if our privates are the only things that don’t turn piggy?”
“That… that thought is a little too weird,” you mumble, scratching the back of your head. You notice that four of your fingers have fused into a pair of thick digits, and that your thumb has grown thicker with them. When you close your fingers together, your hand almost looks spade shaped. Suddenly, an idea pops into your head. “Hey, but here’s an idea! Take a look at your hands?”
“Huh… two of my fingers are missing,” Lyra notices, “and my hands kinda look like a garden trowel or something. Hold on, maybe whoever is changing us wants to use us as human truffle hunting pigs! Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
“Only if you’re thinking what i’m thinking!” you grin.
“We can dig our way under the gate!” the two of you say together.
“But are we gonna be able to dig enough to squeeze our fat butts out?” Lyra asks, staring at her own wobbly backside, “Especially with how fast we’re porking up?”
“We won’t know until we try,” you reply determinedly, “and we’re only going to get fatter the longer we wait around here. So let’s get digging!” Lyra gives you a nod and the two of you get to work scratching at the ground under the gate. As the packed dirt starts to loosen up, your bodies continue to transform and grow. Your toes crackle and morph into a pig’s cloven hooves. A second row of nipples appear on your chest underneath your pectorals, and a second pair of soft wobbly boobs start to appear on Lyra’s body. You feel your hair growing out longer until your bangs completely cover your eyes. Your canine teeth grow longer and thicker into a couple pairs of boar-like tusks. None of these changes discourage either of you as you continue to dig and dig and dig, pulling your hammy hoggy bodies towards freedom. Soon after a furious hour of intense digging, you finally managed to squeeze your bloated backsides out from underneath the gate and escape that pen!
“WHEEEEWWWW!!!” Lyra squeals, exhausted from all that digging as she pulls herself up from the floor to dust herself off, “We finally fucking did it! Jeezus Christ though, my hair is all sweaty… and long… really long! I think it grew out all the way to my waist!”
“Hold on, let me have a look,” you hoist yourself onto your feet and pull the bangs out of your eyes. You feel your heart pounding in your chest as you look at her. She may be a few hundred pounds overweight pig person now, but Lyra is probably the most gorgeous woman you’ve ever laid eyes on. Her long, golden orange hair cascading down her back in luxurious waves. Her creamy peach skin positively festooned in a million little freckles. Four jiggly, pillowy breasts like a couple pairs of perfect honey glazed hams. Even all the extra fat she’s gained settles on her doughy belly and wide hips and thighs like a perfect goddess. She pulls her bangs out of her face, revealing her sparkling green eyes. All these features accentuated as her body is caught in a morning sunbeam streaming in through the top barn window. Just the sight of her is making your dick throb with painful anticipation.
“You alright, buddy?” the gorgeous creature before you asks, “You kinda just clammed up there.” She glances at your throbbing penis, and her pupils dilate. “Oh,” she whispers, “I see.” She glances around the barn, and spies a soft looking pile of straw in the corner. “Tell you what. How about we have a little victory sex to take care of that huge, swollen, tasty looking sausage you’ve got going on, then we can hopefully focus on figuring out where this barn even is and maybe where our stuff went. Not that our clothes are going to fit us, but at least to find our phones. Honestly though, I’m really turned on by you for some reason.”
“Yeah, me too,” you say as the two of you approach each other. You lock your piggy lips with hers, and the two of you collapse into the straw, embracing amorously. As you lay in the soft, dried grass, Lyra spins herself around and thrusts her wet, glistening pussy in your mouth. At the same time as you’re licking her juicy ham sandwich, she’s getting to work wrapping her lips around your cock, blowing and suckling away. So this went on for several long, rapturous minutes, sixty-nining with a gorgeous ham version of your cute classmate Lyra. You feel as though you have achieved a lifelong goal, despite the circumstances. What should be the worst day of your life has turned into almost a dream come true! Soon, Lyra’s pussy gushes out in orgasm from all your licking, and a huge hot load of jizz shoots off into Lyra’s throat. It’s over. You just had sex in a barn with a beautiful girl.
Lyra turns back around and gives you another smooch. Her mouth tastes salty from all the semen she’s swallowed, but you really don’t mind. Again despite the circumstances, you’re feeling really good.
“You taste great, dude,” Lyra moans softly, “and my god your tongue felt awesome… holy fuck. I really needed that. Thanks.” She nuzzles up against your thick neck.
“It’s my pleasure,” you rest your head against hers, “You’re really good at this yourself. Also, it seems like the changes are over… hopefully. We haven’t had anything new happen since we got out of the pen, so that’s good. So what now? Do you want to find a way out of this barn? See if the front door is unlocked?”
“Maybe,” Lyra sighs, “but honestly I kinda want to just cuddle you for a bit. You’re so soft and warm, all fat like this, and climaxing always kinda takes it out of me.”
“Yeah, I kinda don’t want to get up either,” you admit, “Cuddling feels good. Do you wanna just talk for a little bit?” Suddenly you hear the barn doors sliding open, and see light streaming into the room. A long silhouette stands in the doorway, its features hidden from the light of the sun behind it. Whatever this figure is turns to look at you and Lyra.