The truck turns down a gravel road and then pulls into a stinky pig
farm in the middle of nowhere. You'd crinkle your nose, but it smells
like home now. You can't explain it. Suddenly, you hear a thud. You
and the other pig boys raise your heads and turn toward the sound.
Black waders with a man in them are moving through the blue latex clad
pigs. You look up and see that Zach the towel boy is heading straight
for you.
"Zach, are you sure you wanna do this?" shouts a tow haired boy over
the rail.
"You want a pig for your 4-H project, Beau, don't you?"
"Yeah, bro, but why d'ya got to become pig 23?"
"You just look at the marks on this hog. You need to replicate them on
me after I change."
"But why d'ya wanna be a pig?"
"'Cause Coach Zeb's gotta mancrush on 23, and I want him to feel that
way about me."
"Dude, he's turned his mancrush into a pig! Does that sound like he
means good things for that pig?"
"Beau, Beau, Beau," Zach said shaking his head, "You just don't get
it. Right now the entire cheerleading squad is pigging out like the
team did. When they get them out here. We're going to mark them like
we're going to mark the football team. But we'll keep the sows and
hogs separate. Only 23 gets to stud the cheerleaders. Now that's why
I gotta be 23."
"Zach? Studding the cheerleaders is only part of Zeb's plan. Between
studdings, 23 is only allowed to wear that dang rubber jockstrap, and
of course he'll reek of sows in heat. What do you think all those
horny pig team mates are going to do to 23's sorry ass - you're sorry
ass if you go through with this bro?"
"Hey, Beau, I've already had most of the football team's cocks up my
ass already. It's pretty much common knowledge at school how the
football team initiates its towel boy. Besides when Zeb changes 23
back, he wants his hole ready and eager for Zeb's powerful big cock."
"I seen Zeb naked. His cock ain't all that big compared with others.
Besides what makes you think he's changing 23 back. Don't say that
anywhere in the plan, and I can't find anything about the process even
being reversible, Zach."
"There, boy," Zach says bending forward and petting you gently, "Let's
get you out of that tight rubber jock. You're going to be Beau's pig
now. He's gonna take right good care of you. You'll eat lots and lots
of good slop, and if you are as big a pig as I think you can be you'll
win my bro the blue ribbon at the State Fair."
State Fair? Blue Ribbon? Don't those pigs get auctioned and
butchered? You are uncertain, but the idea of being gang raped by your
rutting former team mates sounds worse right now. You are grateful to
Zach for wanting to take your place.
"Hey, bro, what's the pig called?"
"Whatever you want to call him!"
"Wait. He used to be a guy, what was his name?"
"Hey, Coach Zeb doesn't want us - you treating any of the pigs
differently based on who was quarterback and who was receiver or who
was a guard or tackle or whatever."
"Yeah, but you know, Zach!"
"Yeah, and I'm not telling. There I got the jockstrap off. I'm going
to take off these waders and get dirty. I'll hand you the waders, and
you hand me the blue rubber football gear. Then we'll strip and mark
the rest of the football team and get your pet pig out of here. Then
I've gotta finish pigging out before Zeb gets here with the
cheerleaders." He beams evilly. "I'm sure looking forward to porking
those sows," he says with a pelvic thrust. =d