The Circus

The Circus

YOUR HIRED!

It had been a serious night of partying for the gang. Celebrating Connors 21st was always going to be a huge deal for them. They’d been saving for a few months and had wasted no time with pre drinking at their flat before they even set foot into the carnival. It had been on their calendar for some time, posters had appeared weeks ago and being Connors birthday, it seemed like a no brainer that they all get drunk and go.

Now, several hours of shouting and making scenes throughout the small park. The three of them we blind drunk, and looking for their next ride. Connor, holding an empty plastic glass, threw it at a near by beer stand. “Bruv, gimme another one!” as he took out some cash and shoved towards him. The man half smiled as some other customers backed off slightly “Course, just let me serve these people first, then ill get to you” But the other two members of his little gang had other ideas. “Na, he’s a birthday boy so you do it alright!” The barman sighed as the man and woman he was serving both gestured to carry on, sympathizing. The barman turned “Ok then lads, beer comin up” as he grabbed the cans and plastic cups. “Anything else I can-“ “Yeah mate, fucking do one haha!” as They grabbed the beers and turned away, Zac holding his finger up, the barman looking equally angry and disgusted by them as they disappeared out of sight laughing like animals.

“Dude!” Rick began “Why’d ya gotta be such an animal!” as Connor continued to swig his beer. “Can’t help it if I’m the bigger man bruv!” and they bro fisted, loudly shouting as the approached a much darker looking building. “Oh my god lads-“ they all stopped, looking up at the unlit façade. FREAK SHOW was written in bulbs, all turned off. It was partly unpainted, the doors weren’t even on yet. Rick walked over to a fence and read out the sign pinned to it “FREAK SHOW is still looking for staff. Please come back soon” Connor punched the fence “For fu#ks sake!” before he noticed the large tents and cages behind the half finished building. A grin began to spread across his fresh 21 year old face. “How bout we have a look bros?” Rick and Zac both exchanged drunk glance “Won’t they just -hic- throw us out?” But Connor stood up straight and tapped the sign. “Says they need staff, can just blag it! Say we came to have a look at the job innit!” Connor always had a way with convincing the gang and in another few seconds of drunk nodding they were all in agreement. The three blokes walked slowly for the large wooden door, acting casual as they leaned against the front bellow the large unlit letters above. “Looks clear lads” Connor whispered laughing to himself. They all checked one by one, peering right and left for anyone who might see them before dashing inside under the wooden sign. ‘YOU ARE NOW ENTERING – THE FREAK SHOW!’

They found themselves inside a large tent, with one side joined to the buildings façade. There was a half build walkway that lead deeper. Its tall wooden walls painted with monsters and jungles made it hard to see far. “Oh damn it’s dark dude” Rick said under his breath as he bumped into Zac. Ahead, Connor had grabbed his phone and was using it to look around. “Woah” he gasped, pushing his grinning face into gaps and openings. The show was lined with cages and chains, they all seemed empty though as Connor pushed open a large cage door. It squeaked loudly as it swung open.  Revealing the large space inside. Connor wasted no time walking inside reaching up. “Cant even reach the roof. What they got in here an elephant?” Rick and Zac stood by the large steel bars looking in as Connor paced the space. It was at least 10ft by 10ft box of steel bars and had a car tyer hanging from the celling.

Zac stepped forwards, rattling one of the solid steel bars from the outside “No idea, but I doubt they’ll find anything legally. This looks like a bear cage or sommit” Suddenly there was a loud squeak from the hinges and a crash of metal against metal as the huge gate swung back and slammed into position. The lock made a solid sounding ‘clunk’ as it hit. “What the-?!” Connor shouted, running back to the door and pulling. “Oh sh#t-it won’t open!” Zac and Rick both lept to the cage door and pulled hard. “It’s not budging!” Zac strained as a tough voice laughed at them from the dark. “Oh this is too perfect”

A bulky man, in a white vest and braces that seemed to be straining against his huge chest and broad shoulders, stepped out from the dark. He crossed his bulging arms and stood imposingly across from them. He had a rough face, a nose that looked like it had been broken once, and smiled at them. He didn’t look like he was a guy you wanted to piss off. “Er, sorry mate we just-hic-came to have a look about the jobs innit” Connor lied as Rick and Zac stood either side. The man pulled out a large joint and sparked it. “Job ay? Well I see you chose your position” tapping the steel bars and taking a long drag, then blowing it in his direction. The smoke began slowly swirling around him like it had a life of its own. “Yeah-just got lost heh- so er- you got the key?” Rick asked as the man laughed again standing upright. “I’m Gaz. I own this place. Been looking for some new workers, glad your three turned up when ya did” In one smooth action slid between Rick and Zac and threw his huge, heavy arms over their shoulders. Holding them close like a school bully, easily twice their size. “So what’s the plan lads? Make yaselves more a nuisance? Give more of my staff crap? Or maybe its breaking and entering?!”  Rick and Zac’s faces drained, this guy was the owner? And he seemed to know about their night so far. Connor felt weird, coughing as more of the green smoke seemed to be getting in his lungs and eyes as he pleaded “Na for real-we just came in here -COUGH-  This is kidnapping dude!”  Zac tried to pull away but Gaz held them both him and Rick firmly in place. Biceps pressing against him. “Now now, You won’t wanna miss this” Connor meanwhile was breathing hard, his body was hot and sweat patches were appearing on his neck and pits as he backed away from the bars.

Rick gasped confused “W-what’s happening to him?!” Gaz smirked “I’ve decided to give you all jobs after all. Starting with ya Birthday boy here.” He leant over, speaking to Rick directly. “He WAS in the cage after all”

Connor finally fell forwards, clutching his chest as his shirt felt impossibly tight. It was almost soaked, he looked like he’d been in a gym all day and stank just as badly. “Arugh-this-this is insane!” Connor shouted through gritted teeth from the floor as his shirt started to tear along his back. Revealing a thin strip of slightly thicker, slightly darker skin bristling with tiny hairs. Zac and Rick watched in horror as their best friend kept growing. Soon his shirt bust open, showing off a large chest covered with thick black hairs that soon met the ones on his back. He was quickly carpeted and the black hairs started to look damp as sweat started to gather and soak into it.

He ran his huge fingers through the fur, it was thick, so wet with man sweat and stink it came away on his fingers. Gasping as his ass finally ripped a hole in his jeans, trying to keep up with his whole body’s steady expansion. The hole itself showed a thick meaty crack so covered in hair you couldn’t see it for stink and fur that was only getting thicker as it spread across his body.

“GRRRRAH! M-Make It Stop DUude! I’m SorrY!” as he felt the hairs spread up his neck, joining with a huge beard and sideburns to his head. Completing the single carpet of fur that linked around his wide pecs, belly, ass and legs. All slowly growing wider, bulkier and nastier by the second. His pecs were rounding out, nipples huge but soon even they were matted under his fur. His pits had gained special attention, for some reason the hair was longer and his larger frame stopped him from being able to close them. The stink wafted out with the hairs, the gap only getting larger as his gut, pecs and biceps grew.

Gaz laughed n reply to Connors remark, still smoking “Oh ok, so either of you two wanna take his place?“ Rick and Zac straight away shook their heads “N-Na mate, please” as Connor growled angrily. “You FUckerS!” His back cracked as what was left of his shirt, trousers and shoes tore off his expanding frame. His feet were now wider than bin lids and covered in thick black hairs longer than old head hair. “GuuAAHAH!” He boomed as he fell backwards, loosing his balance, landing flat on his ass in the tattered remains of his clothes. “OWWW! MA BAALLS-OOK!” He yelped as his huge legs twitched from the pain of nearly crushing the two bean bag sized nuts.  Legs now spread apart wide by his huge rounded ball gut and a bulge so massive his boxers looked like an old hulk comic he finally stopped for breath. Sweat rolling off his entire body, like an anima he was covered hair from head to toe that looked like pubes, long, wiry, untamed and stinking.

“Oh…fu#k….” Zac mouthed from under the arm of Gaz as he and Rick could only watch as their best friend was transformed into some sort of monstrous freak right in front of them. Gaz laughed out loud “Oh damn bro, you stink” as the thick ripe smell reached the three of them, making the cage smell how it looked. The place somehow started to feel more complete Gaz thought. Connors huge gut, now easily taller than his old friends by itself and still pooling sweat under it, rumbled loudly. Connor raised his huge 2 feet wide hands to his gut, holding the massive alien flesh as it vibrated under them. Even to his new massive frame, all his body parts, feet, chest, belly and hands, were all comically oversized making him look stocky even for 14ft tall. “OOoooooo-GuT-HURT” he just managed to say as his ass finally released. His boxers must have taken the brunt of the damage as they immediately snapped from the back and sprang around him, leaving him finally naked. A huge, thick, sweaty sack large enough to sleep in, containing at least a fridges worth of cum in two truck tire sized nuts, with a girthy, fur covered 5 foot flaccid cock laying over them.

“FRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTRRTRTRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT” It was loud, long, and wet. Like a slob builder on a night of beer and kebab times 1000. His gut rumbled again as Connor couldn’t stop himself burping this time, his hand lazily scratching his hairy gut as if on auto pilot. “BURRRRRPRPRRRRRRRRRPP-OooooFuOOCK!” he tried to stop it but again, he was struggling to resist.

“HELLOOOP MEOOOK” He tried to speak but new teeth were growing in and making it hard to make words, his head hurt and last but not least, Connor was starting to feel himself slipping away. He could still see and feel, but his control was giving in. He thumped the floor with huge hands angrily. His massive shoulders flexed as his biceps popped out into huge 5 foot wide balls of meat.

Zac stepped forwards slowly, unable to process what he was seeing or smelling. Gaz let him slip from under his arm. “That’s-That’s insane-“ he uttered slowly, watching Connor try to both beg for help and scratch every new part of himself. “C-can’t you turn him back?” He turned to Gaz, now sparking up a new green smoked joint. “Oh sure I can-bit I ain’t gonna do that” Rick looked at him. “But you’ve fu#ked him. You’ve made him into a monster-y-your a damned monster!” as he pushed Gaz away from him. The two now stood by the cage as Gaz just grinned. “You gave me the idea by the way rick” Gaz grinned. “Didn’t you say and I quote -Why’d ya gotta be such an animal- huh? Seems like you did this to your selves. Or Rick did this to you anyway ay birthday boy” He leered, making eye contact with the new hulking ape through the bars.

Inside Connor knew his mates didn’t do this to him, he tried to shout for help again, tell them to run. Instead, he growled. Gut heavy he slowly pulled himself up onto his thick knuckles. Balls scraping the dirty floor as he stood up. Wet with sweat as he paused to get his balance. He was hunched over, his face pressing forwards and his ears were stuck out 90’ angles. He looked dumber and dumber by the second, while his old mind fell into a back seat. ‘Let me out! I’m sorry! I fu#king stink! Ow its horrible man! Make it stop ill do anything!” but his huge body ignored him and just ooked. Lashing out as he punched the cage wall, now focused on stinking, eating and being as disgusting as he could be. “ME WANT-“ He almost said before he caught a sniff of something. He slowly looked under his thick arm, and followed the black wet hair to the long pit hair than hung down about a meter under each arm. Thick with sweat and musk. “Oh god no! Please, uh, I’m gonna be sick!” he screamed internally as his body licked, he loved it. He stuck his nose in, it wrapped over his face and he used his arm other arm to lift his pit more to get his head in deeper. He rolled onto his back. His ball twitched as his rod began to react to the sensory overload.

“Zac…oh fu#k check out his dick dude” Rick pointed but Zac was already staring in horror and shock, even some jealously as his 5 foot rod became 6 foot, then 7. It pushed up to 8 long and wide feet in length, before its own mass made it drop slowly to the floor with his balls. His massive hand lept down without any hesitation and began to pump. His head still in his pit. But one hand wasn’t big enough. It was too wide even for him. He lower his arm and began to beat off with both hands. But without the stink of his pits it started to go soft, he lifted his arm again “OOOoOOOOH! OOK! SO GUD OOOK” Dumb words slipping though as he went from whacking off to sniffing himself as he was left, rolling around like an animal in his stinking den.

Gaz waved a hand as the joint smoke wafted up over Zac and Ricks heads to create a long sign that attached to the roof of the cage. “THE GREAT APE! THE UNTAMED ANIMAL!”  Gaz sounded out “Nice ring to it ay lads, and oh yeah” he snapped his fingers, before several lights appeared and the door seemed to fix and repair around them. Soon music began to play as Connor sat back, slightly confused by the noises. “Now the freak shows open, at last am I right-“ he grabbed Rick and Zac under his arms again as he pulled them away from their old friend. “Come back! Please don’t leave me like this!” He shouted out, but all they heard as they were led away was a loud burp, followed by frantic ooks as huis balls clenched and finally his shaft stood rock solid as it gushed gallons of thick ropes of jizz all over his cage and himself. Sealing his transformation into the Freak Ape Man forever as he shouted and struggled in silence to escape inside his stinking, musk prison.

“Don’t worry bout him” Gaz said with a husky reassuring voice as he manhandled them out the tent. They couldn’t help but want him back, Zac had always followed what Connor had said since they met, this had all been for HIS birthday and now… Even Rick walked dazed and shocked, his eyes wide as he realized they were probably Next, but at least they weren’t in the freak show they both thought. Gaz meanwhile, pulled them between the caravans of workers and ‘behind the scenes’ of his carnival as guests began to flow into the new Freak show. Grinning like a thug as he pushed them towards the other broken rides. “So many jobs to fill lads-“ he took a long drag on his cigar like joint, talking out the side of his mouth “-What ARE we gonna do with you two then ay”

Zac and Ricks Story will Continue in Part 2…

Lemme know what ya thought of the part 1 lads. Only gets worse for the lads from here on…

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Trent to Trucker TF

Been away a while. Good to finally be back writing and gaining again oink. Enjoy pigs

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Trent was a jock. At University for a sports major, surrounded by a group of dumb jock bros and cheer leader girls who embraced his alpha status. His nights were filled with wild parties, drinking, sex with any woman he could find, and he loved it. His current drinking gang was the rugby club, which only meant larger groups of larger men, getting into worse fights and sometimes waking up in jail after punching someone they shouldn't have. Trent always got away with it though, the coach would always bail him, they couldn't lose their top student on the team ‘Bro’.

But all that was about to change. Yet another raucous party after watching ‘the game’, had ended with the group being thrown out for several punch ups and groping incidents. “Fu#k you! W-we don't need ya bitc#es anyway!” Trent shouted, managing to hurl a bottle that smashed against the door, while still hanging off his bros shoulder, dragging him away. Two girls in trashy make up and a guy with a sore fist shouted something Trent couldn't make out through his drunken haze, before narrowly missing a bottle thrown at him. His mate pulled him sideways “Whoa, F you! We-HIC- we gettin' outa ere anyway! YOU SUCK - !” Before holding up both fingers and walking backwards, gesturing at his cock. Trent and his bros stumbled, hanging off each other for stability, half running around the corner, before the lads at the frat house decided to give chase.

It started to rain. Trents thin shirt clinging to his pecs and abs. His usual swagger was replaced by an unsteady stumble, fueled by the excessive drinking, as they stumbled through the labyrinth of city alleys. “Bro im going home man…fu#k that lot mannn-HIC-”

Trent looked disappointed at his mate, “For real man? You gon’ wuss -HIC- out on me?” Before he pushed him to one side and stagged up onto both feet to stand on his own. Trent continued “W-We can go anywhere we want bro, ya know who we- HIC- who we are bro!” before Trent slipped back and hit the wall. Tearing his shirt. Trents mate laughed, lighting a cigarette as he too slumped against the wall.

“Ma bro -HIC- Time to hit the hay. Its like fuc-’5am man.” Trent looked up, the horizon was just glowing from the sun an hour or so away. “Y-yeah I guess man…FU#K!”

Just as he went to pull himself up, a LOUD horn sounded and they jumped back from the edge of the road. A semi-truck rolled past, the driver swearing as he swung the rig up the road and parked next to several others. Trent saw red, shouting over at the trucker as he pulled up. Several other hulking men, smoking cigars and drinking from large glasses by the bar's door, also looked over. The sounds of rock music echoing out from the neon lit bar did nothing to cover Trents booming jock voice. “Oi ya truckers scum! Mind where the- HIC-hell ya goin dumb-ass!” The main group of truckers didn't really respond, taking long drags on thick cigars, but instead  looked over at the one that had just pulled up. Who pointed over at them. “Drunk kids playin’ in the darn road, ge’ yourselves killed!”

“F- you grandad! Can smell ya from here pig!” Trent shouted over, rage building. His mate grabbed him, even drunk he knew better as he attempted to reason with him. “Trent bro, calm the hell down-HIC-man! It aint worth it dude!” But it was too late.Trent marched forwards, his jock body bulging as veins ran up his neck. “You nearly hit ME bro, hit ME! you-HIC-know who I AM?! I’m fu#king TRENT ‘THE TANK’ JOHNSON BRO!” Now looking twice as big, arms flexing as he approached. The truckers barely moved, standing forwards as one unit, the driver ahead of them continued. “Look kid, aint no harm done. Don’t go doing somethin ya go an’ regret son” Taking out a cigar from his leather vest, hanging over an equally dirty and rounded gut. Trent stopped short “Damn bro, you truckers look like SH#T duuude! Ya crawl out a dumpster?! Bet y can’t even SEE ya tiny dick under that ay!” Pointing down at his overhanging belly and jeering.

By now his mate had stumbled to his side. “Trent c’mon man, leave em, I’m not -HIC- getting in another fight tonight bro! C’MON!” He half shouted pulling Trents arm. After a few hard yanks, Trent began to shuffle away. But no less angry. “Lemme go man! Fu#k these pigs! I can take’em bro” The truckers laughed a bit. Another shouted out at them from the group now, scratching his own gut “Listen to ya mate kid, go home. Ya drunk” Trent swung blindly in their direction before his mate finally got a grip on him. Dragging him away. “F you pigs! Look at me! Ya always gonna be scum compared -HIC- to this!” he grabbed at his shirt, yanking it to show off his abs. The truckers just laughed as the two jocks stumbled away. The final words of Trent fading into the distance. “I’ll never be like you! Ya -HIC- hear! Oink Oinks pigs!”

Just as they disappeared, a new trucker switched on the lights of his rig. Having watched the whole thing from inside, silently making his judgment. He grinned as the two jocks disappeared from view. Flashing a set of orange eyes. Thinking over the Jocks final words he found himself answering back. “We’ll see about that kid…”

Gaz the genie slowly followed them back to Trents place, and watched his mate throw him into his bed and leave him there, face down, still dressed and wet. “Trent ya damn ass hole, I'll come back tomorrow bro, your a -HIC- fu#king pain in the ass ya know that bro!” Trent only moaned a reply into his pillow before throwing a lazy ‘thumbs up’ in his bros direction. A few seconds later, Trent heard the door slam closed and leave him in the darkness of his flat. The rain lashing the windows was the only sound he heard as he grinned dopily to himself. “Anotha’ top night broooo….” before he passed out, snoring into his pillow.

Gaz watched. A bolt of lighting announced his presence but Trent only rolled over, drool dripping from his mouth to the pillow. “And THEYRE the pigs ay…” Gaz muttered booking him over. “Lets see how you like it then” as he took a long drag from his own cigar and blew out a huge cloud of orange smoke that seemed to weave and snake its way over and into Trents nose and mouth. Trent barely noticed, other than the odd twitch of his balls as it worked its way into him. Gaz sighed, another job done. “Heh, be seein’ ya kid” He waved his cigar in the air, and just as soon as he’d come, vanished into the orange fog leaving no trace he’d ever been there at all.

Trent woke up sweating. “What the-” He muttered, thinking his clothes were wet from the rain the night before. But no, as he peeled himself up he could smell the musk hanging off his ripe pits and back. Almost stuck to the bed. “Oh christ-Looks like I overdid it, jesus that stinks-UGH!” He grabbed his head, as if the stink wasn't bad enough, he had one hell of a hangover. It felt like he was hit by a truck. He staggered to his feet, finding it much harder than normal, and noticed that he could feet the cold floor under his toes. He squinted down, but couldn't make them out for some reason. Instead lumbering forwards towards the bathroom. His ass letting loose a loud wet fart without control as he did. He jeered proudly, any jock would, as he scratched absentmindedly at his balls. He didn't even register the hair running up his chest and belly as he yanked off his shirt and yawned at the mirror.

“Oh fu….” His voice trailed off as he looked at himself in abject horror.

His buff body had been wrapped in a thin layer of fat, his gut had pushed out, not to mention the hair. It grew in all directions from his chest and cock, even his pits now sported long forests of musk that clung to him like wet towel. The only place that wasn't getting hair was his head, which was looking noticeably thinner. His brow was pulling back as his hair redecded in front of him.

His stomach lurched. Trent tried to hold it in with his meaty hands...But even as he watched, he could SEE his gut slowly expanding, rumbling like a earthquake as he stood breathing. Even as his chest rose and sank, he could FEEL it getting wider, pushing his arms and gut apart. A pressure was building inside him, working its way to his throat, he couldn't stop it. “BUUEUUUUUURRRP" The loudest belch he'd made of heard echoed around his small flat as he steadied his new weight. "-W-WOT'S APPEN'IN....M-MY VOICE?!" He had too come to terms with as he fell back against the wall. His sweaty back slapping against the tiles. Trent looked at his thick brow, heavy set nose, his pretty face was vanishing before his eyes. "NO NO!" he reached up to try and stop it, but his newer fat fingers did nothing to stop it. Only finding thick stubble, forcing through under his fingers to hide what was left of his face.

Suddenly his swinging balls met the cold tiled wall. He let out a guttural moan, much deeper than he expected it to be, as they slapped the cold surface. Trent looked down, now realizing the extent of his changes. His first problem was his thickening gut. It was blocking his view straight down. He pawed at it, pulling the fatty orb around until he managed to lean over to see his new package. "Oh sh#t..." Trent panicked as he saw two huge balls, the size of oranges, hanging almost halfway to his knees. Both were tied in a thick leather strap that made them appear even larger. His cock was a different story. It had lost a few inches. Even as he felt around, he swore he could feel his gut and fat pad slowly eating more space around it. It was no longer the long 10 incher he was used to, but a much fatter 7, soon to be 6.9, 6.8, 6.7.

"I gotta- I gutta stop dis' Trent finally blurted out. Wobbling away from the mirror back towards his room, panting and out of breath already, he was only getting hotter as the hair started to spread over his shoulder, merging with his pits and chest. The stink of sweat pouring from one area to the next. Trent stood in the middle of his room, thinking hard. "Wot did I-wait! T-THOSE truckers blokes!" He froze, the flash of the front door of the bar appeared in his head. It was red, the smell of cigar smoke and the heavy thrash of rock music and rowdy bears drinking. Drool dripped from Trents mouth before his phone snapped him out of it.

He grabbed it without thinking, and immediately regretted it when his mate that got him home answered. "Bro? You sound terrible man...like a fu#kin’ red neck or something man"

"Yer I jus' err, ain't feeling r'ght.. and got dis damn hangova’ is all" Trent tried to say as casually as he could, but the words fumbled in his mouth. He concentrated, finding a final surge of willpower and gripped the phone. He could do this. He thought to himself. "Y-Yer bro, I'm good ya know, just headache, a-an im gonna be out all -BURRRRRP-day. Can't be bothered dude" Trent paused, had he fooled him? His mate seemed to wait forever before finally shouting "Damn bro, well ya can keep ya stench ass home the. Catch ya down the clubs later then bro! PEACE!" Before the phone went dead in Trents hand. He gulped hard and felt his throat shift and thicken inside his neck. Somehow he knew that was the last time he'd speak like his old self for a while, as another much louder belch forced its way out. "BURRRRAAPPPPPPPDARN IT! W-Wot's I gon' do now? I only got's a few hours before dem kids-I mean-bros come by.." He barely noticed his voice slipping, it felt more natural by the second as a thick beard was starting to join over his lips and hang over his chest. Only muffling his words further.

Trent looked himself up and down, quickly taking stock of his situation. His socks had burst open, huge hairy feet several sizes larger than before poked out the torn gaps. Likewise his shorts, soaked in musk and torn to pieces, were a tattered mess back on the bathroom floor. His muscle shirt was still hanging on, but just barely. Even it, designed for working out in, could only soak up so much sweat as it began to hang limply and wet off his thick, hairy arms, slapping around like a wet towel. The hairs on his chest and shoulders threatened to grow over the vests thin shoulder straps entirely. His back was wet, properly wet, his pits were dripping and his balls were radiating so much heat his legs were getting sweaty from them alone.

Trent looked out the window. Still raining. He thought of the bar, the truckers and how he'd screamed at them drunk. He knew what he had to do. He took a slow step towards his clothes draws. Leaving wet foot prints of his musky feet behind. "Gota' be summit dis fella can wear'.

He pulled one draw open, now having to lean quite alot to move his thick arms and head around his now massive gut to see. Even then his legs and biceps were starting to rub together now. Changing his stance bit by bit. Thick hairs growing to fill the new sweaty, damp spaces.

"B-but wot the fu-?!" Trent yanked out his old clothes. But they weren't HIS old clothes. They were vests, wife beaters, sorts shorts and jeans. Leather vests and even a set of boots that were way too big for...."Oh-" He sighed as he put his massive foot down next to the clown sized leather boot. They looked like they’d fit him after all. "Maybe aint' THAT big" he tried to reason with himself as he had no choice but to pull on the disgusting clothes.

The shirt was just a bit too small for him by the time he got it on. It had stains, and the vest material was just thin enough to see his hairy chest though, most poked over the top like some cheap Italian car dealer. He tried to find a shirt that would look ok, but eventually went for just a leather vest. He was so warm, he couldn't bare putting on any more layers than he had too. Next were shorts. It turned out to be the hardest part to get on. His gut was getting bigger, and his arms thicker, he could barely reach the button as he sucked in as hard as he could and hooked it in. "BURRRRRRRRAAAP" "FRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTT" The pressure released as a long belch and fart as he stood proud. "D-done...finally, ain't gonna fit dem college kids clothes no more cuz" before without thinking, he chewed and spat on his carpet. The thick black stain sinking in as he stepped over it towards the door. "I got's me a trucker to beat on" as he clapped his fists together. In Trents head. They'd been the ones to do this to him, and he was going to make them 'undo it' to him.

Several people looked at him as he walked down the road. Some in disgust, other bears like him seemed to leer as he passed. "Weirdos..." he muttered in his deepening trucker voice. As he walked, his steps wider, slower, heavier in his thick boots. His vest slowly began to ride up his growing gut, showing patches of sweat gathering under his arms, over his shoulders, under his belly…

By the time he finally arrived, he’d developed a full and thick beard, his head of hair however was nearly bald, his huge gut was hanging off him like a beer keg, forcing him to lean back slightly. He stank, like really he stank. More toilet than gym, his sweat hung from him like the matted hair growing over his entire body. It was like a warm blanket. A wet, stinky, warm blanket. Then, he saw it. The Red door. He could straight through into the smoky bar. The truckers and other drunk pub go'ers were standing inside. Drinking, smoking cigars, laughing louding and slapping each others bellies. As Trent approached, ready to break some skulls and get some answers...he paused. His steps slowed. He felt his anger slipping away from him, his clenched fists let go and by the time he reached the spot where he’d stood just last night. He came to a complete stop.

"Ya'll ok buddy?" A large bear with bright amber eyes approached. "Ya lost boy?" Boy? Trents mind snapped back to reality. Now his whole vision as this man. This MAN. He was taller than him. thicker, in muscle and fat, hairier, he looked- Trents thoughts paused...he looked he looks perfect. "Wait wots happenin?" Trent shook the thoughts out his head as the large Trucker put a heavy hand on his shoulder. "Can I ge' you a drink boy, ya'll look like ye' needs one" Before Trent could respond, he felt the mans thick arms wrap around him, his head forced into the man's own sweaty pecs and wet chest fur as he was litterilly CARRIED inside to the bar.

"Now wait jus' BURRRRP- a sec!" Trent tried to protest but was placed on a stall by the truckers bar and quickly found a large beer in front of him. The massive guy released Trent from his grip and took his own large beer in his own, larger hand. "So son, I'm Gaz, What's a young guy like ya' doin' ere? Got a rig I guess" Taking a long swing from the beer, leaving a thick foam in his beard. Trent steadied himself, his gut was now making it harder to move. His arms now rested at angles, his whole body was alien to him. He looked up at Gaz "I came to-BUUURP- came to errr… get back something-um….-BURRRRP- don't remember…." His voice trailed off. The hangover was back. His thoughts were getting foggy. Just looking at this huge trucker seemed to make his head…fuzzy?

He grabbed the beer instinctively and began to down it. His mind cleared slightly. "I wos ere' yesterday, I needed errr....help...I think...." Trent pleaded best he could. But Gaz just smirked. "Oh I bet I know, you probably left ya truck ere' and wondered off drunk ay? Atta boy, lets go see if can't find it" Almost as if being led on an invisible leash. Trent downed the last of his beer and quickly followed the lumbering hog outside. He could see other truckers and bears eyeing him. He could smell them too. Like a musky ripe pit. Like his truck. God he missed it.

He stumbled forwards over the door and slapped his beard into the wet belly of another sweaty bear. It was the trucker he'd sworn at yesterday. But neither of them regnoised each other. As Trent peeled himself off the guy. He could taste him. It was rank. Like sweaty ass and unwashed ripe gym socks. And Trent was in love…He looked up at the guy. His dick already hard as his drool joined with the guys chest hair. "S-sorry there Boss" He automatically blurted out as Gaz pulled him aside, fist bumping the Driver from last night. "This is Hog. Well, names proper is Brandy, but we all jus' call him Hog"

Brandy, or Hog the Driver, looked down at Trent. Who was suddenly feeling very small beside Gaz and Hog. "Nice to meet ya Pig. Don't I know ya from somewhere boy?" Hog said, leaning in. Trent could only huff the fumes coming off Hog. It was like he was supposed to be buried under his belly, licking his pits. It was Trents place he somehow thought. Hog meanwhile, thought that this cute pig looked just a bit like that arrogant drunk Jock that had a go at him here last night but... it couldn't be. While this strange imprinting was taking place between Hog and Trent. Gaz reached into Trets leather vest pocket and pulled out some large keys. "Ya'll a thick pig, got ya keys in ya damned vest pig" and Trent looked up at them, dangling in Gaz's filthy thick mitts. Hanging from a chain on the keys were the steel joined together letters, PIG.

Trent gulped. 'Was that him? Was HE....PIG? But...Pig was Trent. I mean, Trent was Trent.' He shook his head, again the thoughts were heavy and thick inside his head. Like he couldn't hold onto them for very long before it began to ache. Gaz smirked. "Better take ya boy Hog, looks like he needs ya" and before Trent knew what was happening he'd been shoved head first into Hogs wet forest of stank. He was led, blind as he breathed it in. His mind getting to know his master. Hog was all he needed now. He knew that was why he came. To find this...warm, stinky, place.

"Boy! - BURRRRAAAAAAPPPPPPPP-" A belch so loud his ears shook was directed straight at his face as Hog threw him back into reality. "Look, It's OUR truck PIG" Pig looked up. Gaz was holding the keys out, but as he went to grab them Hog took them from above him. "This this is daddy hogs don' chu pig?" Trent the Pig looked down, then sniffed his pit. His beard was rank too now. It only stank of Hog. That's all he could smell. He nodded at Gaz and Hog just in time to hear a glass bottle come spinning over their heads.

"OI YA SKANKS!" Someone young from the college shouted out at the group of them stood outside the truckers bar. It looked like a load of sports nuts. One looked familiar but, was it a mate he knew? Hog held his pig tight. "I got cha Pig. Fu#k those jocks. They don't know what they're missing ay boy?" as he felt himself starting to need a piss, a wank, and food. A real hog had a lot to teach his new pig. 

Pig smiled through his beard as Hog climbed into his truck. Gaz smiled and helped Pig to climb. His hands were thick and slippery with sweat. Plus his gut meant he could barely climb at all.

"God ya nasty! You damn scum bags!" a few more voices shouted out from the passing drunk jocks as Pig watched Gaz close the door behind him, sealing him with his daddy into the truck forever. It was ripe inside. It smelt like Hog. He leaned over. "So wher’ we goin boss?"

Hog slammed the rig into gear as he looked out and waved at Gaz who grinned back. "Well pig...your first job aint ta think...-BURRRRRAAAP- now get down on dat" He yanked down his yellow boxers to reveal a thick, meaty cock and huge balls. Both with heavy weights attached making them swing around as the truck shook. His rod bounced and dripped with sweat and pre cum. "Get ta it pig" and Pig leapt forwards. Diving down onto his shaft under the steering wheel and licking with all his might. He had to serve this monster. It was his duty to his boss. He was home. He couldnt imagine being anywhere else than under his boss, wet with sweat, he blew his load into his own shorts as his vest ripped down the sides and his huge gut finally solidified into an orb of solid mass. He'd never touch his dick or reach his balls again. He’d never wash or go to college. His life was forever changed. He was a Pig. “He Oinked and grunted loudly  into Hogs gut and cock, hungrily sucking as the truck pulled out of town.

Gas smirked as it finally vanished from view. "That'll teach ya pig" he muttered proudly just as a jock threw a bottle that smashed in his direction. “Ya all nasty donkeys, the lot of you gay boys!” one of the bulkier

 jocks shouted. Gaz sighed. “No rest of the wicked ay”

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Love your animal tag; think you could make me a big bull for a farm?

You'd had friends rave about dude ranches, said it was the best week of their life. You figured you'd give it a try, but you were only free during the fall calfing season. You figured that wouldn't be a problem, but the ranch was really focused on breeding the bulls with the cows. You asked to get involved somehow and finally someone figured out a way. You got a daily supplement along with your food intake doubling and then tripling. They had you working away, but you didn't mind. You were seeing incredible results in your body. You showed up with a nice built, but now toward the end of the week you're stacked like a freight train. Funny how a week of lifting hay bails can really build your chest and arms. However, as you were out working in one of the pastures you couldn't help but find yourself entranced by one of the cows out there with you. With your nostrils flaring, a weird animalistic urge was starting to take over.

Don't worry about your stay getting extended. Right now you just want to help focus on helping with this years breeding.

Those dog collars look really nice. Do you have anymore? Asking for a friend...

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Take your new friend on a trip. Roll down the window and let that fresh air hit his nose. Don't mind the nose art he's eventually going to leave you though.

Blue Collar

Need a little more high energy friend? Try giving him a blue collar. I'm sure he'll love to go on runs with you as soon as he's finished.

Green Collar

Green should be calming, but it ends up creating the opposite effect. Any friend who tries this on ends up becoming a pure fluffy ball of energy and chaos.

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Need to make sure your soon to be four legged friend is safe? Get any of the collars with the reflective design and you'll always be able to find them.

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Yellow Collar

Just had a bad breakup, but you aren't sure if you're ready to let them go? Slip on a yellow collar. Even if they try to run away, they'll always get returned to you since the collar says you own them now.

Am I Acting Weird?

Walking home, I just can't shake the feeling that something is off, but I can't figure out what! I asked Coach about it before leaving practice, but he just laughed. He said I was weird not to appreciate the effort I've put into football lately.

He's right. I've been busting my ass, but that's exactly what I'm talking about!

I've never given a damn about improving my rank or even showing up to conditioning! I just wanted to hang out with my buds and mess around with the cheerleaders.

But now, it's like none of that matters! I've skipped the last three parties to bulk up at the gym! I haven't been able to drink anything other than protein shakes, and my meals are always loaded with meat. It's like I can't control myself anymore! Why can't I just take a night off and drink beers with the rest of the boys?

I let out a long groan of frustration and trudge upstairs. My younger sibling Max laying on the couch while the TV blares his favorite show.

Max is the weird one! He's like 18, and all he does is play videogames and sit around all day.

I quickly strip off my sweaty football uniform and toss it into the corner of my bedroom. My muscles are already tired and aching from yesterday's practice, so I can't imagine how sore I'll be feeling when I wake up for tomorrow's early morning workout; something I only recently started doing everyday.

Like every other night, I pull my usual at-home clothes on; a stiff white shirt, black apron, and bowtie. This outfit might seem weird, but it feels nice, especially when I tie everything up extra tight. Max showed me how. Sure, it's not comfortable at all, and I look like a waiter more than anything, but that doesn't bother me.

My little brother is annoying as hell, but he's usually right. Me and dad used to tease him all the time, but we've come around since then.

Now that I'm finally at home and suited up, I can feel my shoulders relax. Whatever was bothering me before can wait. I pull some shiny black shoes on, slip a pair of white gloves over my hands, and carefully step back downstairs. It's important that I make as little noise as possible when I'm home. I wouldn't want to disturb anybody.

"Hey, big bro," Max calls from the couch, "Your home."

"Yes, Max," I answer, taking my usual position next to the couch.

This is where I stand when I'm in the living room anymore. It's just where I feel most comfortable, and it's right next to a little cart of useful supplies. I grab a towel and sling it over my shoulder. It's always a good idea to have one on me when I'm at home. Never know when I'm going to need it.

"My shoes could use a polish while we chat," Max adds, flipping through the channels.

"You got it, Max."

See, the towel does come in handy. I quickly fetch a container of shoe polish on my little cart and kneel by his feet. I've been polishing Max's shoes for a few weeks now, so I've gotten pretty good at it. He doesn't really appreciate the art of it, but I guess it's just something that I'm into.

"How's football? You the best player yet?" Max asks nonchalantly from above.

"No, Max. I've gotten a lot bigger lately, but the quarterback is still a lot more muscular and skilled."

He rolls his eyes and adds, "Give it time I guess. You're going to keep at it until your a professional player like the ones on TV."

I stop buffing his sneaker for a second and glance up at him. His attention is now completely fixated on an NFL videogame.

"Max, that's just it," I admit, "Lately I've been working out and bulking up like I'm some pro-athlete, but I'm not. I don't think I even want to be! That life just seems so grueling."

Max pauses his game and looks down at me solemnly.

I avert my gaze and add, "It's just weird that lately I've put so much work into something I don't want."

"You think that's weird?" he dryly raises an eyebrow.

I just shake my head and turn my attention back to my brother's sneaker. It's going to need a lot more polish before it shines.

The door opens and our father arrives home.

"Hey, boy," he dismissively calls when he sees me on the floor. Then he notices my brother lounging on the couch.

"Max," he says with a bit more emphasis, dipping his head a little.

"Dad, I'm really hungry right now, so could you get a move on with dinner?" Max answers.

"Of course, Max."

Our father immediately drops his keys and briefcase and shuffles into the kitchen. I've always admired him. He played football in college too, so we've always bonded over sports.

But lately, he only seems interested in his work. I rarely see him because he always stays late and picks up night shifts at the office. It's done wonders for his career, so I guess that's good. He's been given a few raises recently for all the extra effort he's put in, but I can tell it's taking a bit of a toll on the guy.

"Big bro, just look at Dad," Max explains to me, "He doesn't complain about anything being weird, does he? He just keeps his mouth shut and goes to work. Be more like him."

I don't speak as I switch to shining his other sneaker. Max is probably right. If Dad can power through long hours in the office to bring home a decent salary, then I can surely shut up and dedicate myself to a career in football.

It doesn't take long for our father to return to the living room.

"The food is almost ready, but here are some drinks while you wait, Max," he says.

Our dad seems minorly annoyed by the starched clothing he has on, but that suit is his typical home outfit. It looks even more stiff and uncomfortable than my get up, but I guess he's willing to put up with it.

Max stands before I can finish at his feet and grabs a glass from our father.

"Whoops, here you can finish them," he says after a swig of wine, kicking the shoes off in my direction, "And then take care of the laundry in my room."

"Sure thing, Max," I answer, but he's already turned his attention to dad.

"Is your wallet in your briefcase?" he asks, "I'm taking a few friends out tonight."

"It is, Max, and the car keys are next to it. The car is low on gas. Should I take it to a station before you go out?"

"Yeah," Max adds between sips, "Take care of that while I eat."

"Of course, Max."

"Oh, and Dad."

"Yes, Max?"

"Start making double portions for big bro's meals. He needs to bulk up faster if he's going to usurp the current quarterback."

I pretend not to hear, and finish up my work with Max's shoes. Maybe my new focus on football hasn't been that strange after all. It's not really the life I thought I'd be pursuing, but it's kind of nice being bigger and more athletic than I used to be. It's not really weird if I think about it. Maybe I can even get a few more reps in after I finish Max's laundry.

I hope he has a good time out with his friends tonight. It's weird, but I don't really know what else I'd spend my time doing.

Love your animal tag; think you could make me a big bull for a farm?

You'd had friends rave about dude ranches, said it was the best week of their life. You figured you'd give it a try, but you were only free during the fall calfing season. You figured that wouldn't be a problem, but the ranch was really focused on breeding the bulls with the cows. You asked to get involved somehow and finally someone figured out a way. You got a daily supplement along with your food intake doubling and then tripling. They had you working away, but you didn't mind. You were seeing incredible results in your body. You showed up with a nice built, but now toward the end of the week you're stacked like a freight train. Funny how a week of lifting hay bails can really build your chest and arms. However, as you were out working in one of the pastures you couldn't help but find yourself entranced by one of the cows out there with you. With your nostrils flaring, a weird animalistic urge was starting to take over.

Don't worry about your stay getting extended. Right now you just want to help focus on helping with this years breeding.