SPIRIT ANIMAL/PIG: ZACS WISH

“I used to be in the fields but I was recently promoted to an office job 9-5. I wish I was a slobby pig” Zac from Patreon asks.

Gaz smirked back, thick arms crossed, green wispy smoke drifting up from his thick joint as he breathed. He cracked his knuckles. “Well mate ya seem pretty f@#kin sure about your inner pig, lets see how ya adjust to letting it loose” You felt the anticipation as the beefy thug stepped forwards and clicked his fingers, taking a long drag of smoke and blowing it into your face, you cough and try to shield your eyes so barely saw the swirls of smoke as it sank into your body until it finally disappeared…and you slowly uncovered your eyes.

Gaz was gone. But the smokes effects were immediate. Your stomach ached, damp patches of sweat started to appear under your pits and on your back. You felt warm, like the heating had been turned up. You take deep breaths to steady yourself, it was starting. A voice in your head started to get louder, thoughts that seemed to bubble up from some unknown part of your head. “I can’t wait, so much is coming your way buddy” Almost to prove its point, you felt your gut twist under your shirt as it began to expand, your ass slipped out farts without control while you stagged to rebalance with the new fat that piled on. “Oh I think we ate more than that” Your inner voice joked, your arm acting on its own as you slapped your belly. It rumbled and started to grow all over again, only this time youf let your leges press together, your fingers started to rub, you stepped back to the bed for support just as your arms started to stick to your sides. “That’s more like it, damn, I didn’t think ya had it in you kid!” Your inner pig laughed as your ears grew large and stuck outwards at right angles. Still very much human, but big and goofy looking as your belly sank down, your shirt now looking how it should do on a man who was 3 times too big for it. Comical.




You tried to speak, but your inner pig already knew “Na, pigs don’t speak!” and as you opened your moth all that came out was deep moan, almost guttural. “We’ll work on the oinking part ay, lets get you dressed” your body stepped forwards, confidently striding like a lumber jack to your pile of clothes. “Well you won’t be wearing these tiny things” as your massive hand grabbed a once well fitting shirt. “Lets fix that” your inner pig proclaimed as you watched the shirt change in your hand. It slowly turned into a huge white vest that you somehow managed to yank over your head and down to cover your massive gut. “Oh that’s way to clean, we don’t wash-you never have-not once” and in seconds the effects were seen. Your skin thickened, darkened with dirt, thick callouses on your hands, your vest became yellow, then brown with stains from eating. Next came your pits. You lifted one arm “Oh my F@#K that’s ripe. Least 20 years of sweat and man stink” Your nose was almost on fire, the sweat was dripping down your sides and running down the roll so fat. You felt your belly rumble again, it pushed up, past your chest. “BURRRRAPPPPPPP-Oink” You burped louder than youd ever heard, followed by a perfect man oink. “There ya go, you’re a natural” You started to look for a phone, your eyes darting around until you saw it, laying on your bed. “Ah buddy, your phone? Pigs don’t know what a phone is, dumb ass, let alone how to use one. That’s why I’m in charge now” The voice was strong, and powerful. You weren’t sure what it was you even wanted, you knew it was to get help, but as your eyes searched the bed, all you saw was bedding and some small black boxes, whatever they were. A tv remote? Was that it? And the other one? Your mind was blank.




“Lets get you some food, we have a lot of work to do, glad you got me out when you did. I hated that office job. But Ill get us back where we belong” he strode forwards in your body, your inner pig was now you. What he said was fact, it always had been, he was you after all. It wasn’t long before you were kicked from work, you stopped showing up, next you were evicted, your neighbor’s complained about the smell, but all was well, you managed to hitchhike to farms and took up a job. You had a real way with the pigs, even if people joked you were more of a pig than they were. “This is gonna be awesome, you’ll not be a pig, wer’re gonna go the next step! I’m gonna make you a hog!”