Tricia continued to ride Rick and smiled at his goofy grunting; the first sign of his change. There was a setting that was just too good to pass up for a horny fucker like Rick - the more pleasure he received out of sex, the more he would change. Tricia figured Pig would be all too fitting.
She leaned forward on Rick, grabbing the sides of his head to play with his ears. She felt them tingle under her hooves and watched in awe as they became pointed. He grabbed her breasts and squeezed hard, groaning.
Just a little longer, Tricia thought to herself... almost...
Rick's ears continued to grow out of his head, well on their way to becoming big and floppy. Tricia felt his fingers begin to puff up as he teased her tits. She let out a moan herself as she continued to ride his cock.
Oh no, he's about to come! Rick's face bunched up in a familiar o-face, but instead of coming he continued to grunt. Grunts frantically turned to snorts as his nose began to push back into his skull.
"Guh... ungh! *Snort* Guh... ungh *weeze*"
His thickening neck began to press against his collar. His bottom teeth became pointed in his open-mouthed ecstacy. He pushed his hips frantically into Tricia, hugging her furry torso tightly.
"Hold on baby, hold on just a little longer", she cooed. Good ol' Rick. It hasn't even been two full minutes.
"Guh! *oink* I.... I.... I.... "
He squeezed his eyes shut as his nose became fully pig-like. His face shuddered while his small tusks grew up past his lips. A last final shove and a sigh told Tricia this was like every other time with Rick. Oh well.
Disappointed, she climbed off of him and unwrapped the leash from her wrists. She took a look at her handywork. Sadly, he still looked mostly like Rick. It probably wasn't such a great idea to make this so dependent on his performance. He had big floppy pig ears, a piggy nose and tusks. He had three pinkish fingers. They didn't even form fully into hooved. He also looked like he gained about thirty pounds.
She walked to the foot of the bed and yanked hard on the leash.
"*GoiK*" Rick exclaimed as he fell forward.
She felt like she wanted to cry for a moment. Not even a tail.
Rick pushed himself up on the bed into a crouch and then got off onto the floor, scratching his ass absentmindedly. Tricia decided to follow him, leading the leash.
Rick plopped down the toilet seat and began to piss. Then he looked up into the mirror. And squealed.
"*snort* What the FUCK?"
He grabbed his floppy pink ears and fanned them out like Dumbo. His mouth gaped open in horror. He touched his nose in shock. Then tapped the point of his tusk with a fingertip.
"I'm a fucking PIG!"
"Yes you are Richard. Let's see what you're going to do about that," Tricia said. After all, she had him on a leash and without the acceptance setting he would be treated like a freak if he were to try to leave.
Above all, Tricia hasn't had her orgasm yet.
Yet.