Outside the tent, the Fat Man listened with a gleeful grin on his face. Things were going so wonderfully according to the plan.
"Would'ja just listen to that?" he asked his friend, a fairly large man himself, but not nearly as large. "It's like a symphony."
"Yes, sire," he responded, perhaps revealing his status as not quite a friend.
"Let's go and meet my brides to be, shall we?" with that, he stepped into the tent and was immediately appalled.
"Morlin!" he bellowed, and immediately the other fat man slipped in. "Why are two of my brides MALE?"
"Well, it's, uh, my lord, the magic is not always precise, it makes... Mistakes sometimes."
"Well, FIX IT! I will not settle for two brides when I was promised four!"
"Y-yes, my liege," Morlin stammered as he made his way over to April and Chastity, interrupting them from their self pleasuring and touching them on the shoulder. "It will take some time."
"Whatever, just do it! I want the wedding to go on as planned tomorrow!"
He walked over to Beth and Diane and knelt before them, a smile on his face.
"Hello, my lovelies. Remember me?"
Beth looked up at him through a haze of hormones and transformational confusion.
"Y... You're the *rrnk* the fat guy?"
"That's right. Come to my quarters with me, my lovely sows, where you may be cleaned off and rest. You must be tired."
"Wh... Wha' happened? *rrnk* Why are we pigs?" Diane asked as she struggled to stand, not getting past a quadripedal stance.
"Come this way and I shall explain..."