"Hey get that old witch and her nephew off stage and give us something like entertainment, heckled a man from down front."
Madame Illusia saw a man in need of some manners. "You Sir come up here and say your thoughts for the crowd to hear, beconed the witch,"
Steve stepped down and helped the large man onto the stage. "I say it again, move off stage witch and give this audience a real act!"
"Your name sir just for the ledger, asked Madame' Illusia?"
"Larry Tilden, I'm here to tell'ya!"
"Manners, is a point you should ponder on mister Larry Tilden, manners! People have manners when in public! Know did you know that even in the pecking order of animals, manners come into play?" Madame' Illusia looked very close into Larry's eyes as the fifty years old man began to feel her hate.
"I thought of making a public example of your lack of good manners. Instead I would appreciate you sitting down and quietly remain as part of the audience, Madame' Illusia sneered at Larry."
As Larry backed away from the close encounter with the witch he felt her oynx orbed wand touch his pecker with a shock. "Go away mister Tilden, after tonight manners will be the least lesson to be learned!"
Larry climbed down and took his seat next to his angry wife and three kids. "Embarressed, is all I can say to you, said misses Tilden!"
The act continued some time longer as more of the audience got up there and made Asses or worse out of themselves. Larry felt more and more the need to exit and head for the men's room. Finally he could stand it no more, he stood up and headed out of the theater.
Not knowing if he's do number one or two or both he stepped into a stall and closed the door. Pulling down his shorts he plopped down on the seat. Thinking of how angry his wife was he reached down to point his penis into the bowel. Strangely it wouldn't bend the way it always had before.
As Larry tugged at his penis he stared down at a leathery pouch attached to his lower belly. His tugging only stimulated the feeling as a large shaft protruded from the pouch. Fear is what he knew he should have felt, instead passion and he stroked the long shaft.
Larry began to so enjoy the strokes he wiggled as he sat on the seat. A cool chill touched his body and instilled his rock hard to grow longer. Breathing heavy he kicked off his shorts. Sprouting like wildfire was light colored stiff bristles. The chill touched him again as he stood up and leaned over for a better view.
"Nuts, no testicles wow!" His testicles had pushed out large and formed toward his buttocks. Now they hung as orbs of enormous size as his cock waved in the air. Feeling stiff all over he stretched his arms above his head and let out a high pitched squeal.
Not only did all the men rush out of the room but Larry realised the sound he just produced. The stretch sealed his form and fate in one quick act. A belly covered with pigs bristles met his downward gaze. Legs made for walking on all fours held his mass upright. As he balanced on cloven hooves he went to unlock the stall's door. The sight of more hooves and forelegs brought the facts together.
Madame' Illusia wanted him to think about manners, but she said that was to be the least of his worries. "I'm a pig, a bristly boar pig," thought Larry as the stall door opened and he fell down to four trotters. There stood Steve, Madame' Illusia's nephew.
"Come Larry I have a place where you can feel quite at home, said Steve!"