Date: Thu, 31 Aug 2017 07:32:47 +0000 (UTC) From: Doug B Subject: The Office Pig The Office Pig By Douglas Benjamin This tale is just one of a series of stories set in the Transformation Camp universe! For lots more sexy adventures with Phil and friends, check out my TF Camp ebooks here: http://bit.ly/TFCampNifty And check out the illustration that Ro-za did to accompany this story! http://www.furaffinity.net/view/24651314/ Phil blushed in embarrassment as he walked into the office building elevator that Monday morning -- the same elevator he'd taken up to work every day for the last six months, but never before with the receptionist staring so blatantly at his ass. Then again, until that weekend, his ass had never been so large. He felt the eyes of the receptionist tracking him as he waddled through the lobby of the building, and also felt his butt cheeks rubbing together as he walked. He still wasn't used to the feeling of his new, thick butt cheeks, or to the feeling of the fabric pulled taught around his wide new hips. He could feel the fat jiggle as he walked, and he blushed knowing that the man behind the desk was staring straight at him as he waited for the elevator to arrive. Once inside, Phil breathed a sigh of relief as the doors began to shut -- he was in no mood to ride up with anyone else. He was wearing his usual outfit that day: a dress shirt and bow tie with a vest, dress pants, thick-rimmed glasses, with hair slicked back and meticulously combed. He'd been trying to make a good impression at the law office where he had been hired as an assistant just out of school. Phil was thin, or at least most of him was. His hips and butt curved out from him body, improbably large and soft, straining at the seat of his pants. They were the loosest pair of pants that he had, and he discovered that morning that he could barely fit into them. He wondered what would happen if they split while he was at work. Just as the doors were nearly shut, a hand slipped between them, pausing the closing of the crack. Oh no, Phil thought, not Blake. Blake was the other assistant hired around the same time, a cocky know-it-all who seemed to think he was everyone's friend. He loved commenting on other people's appearances, and if anyone was going to notice that Phil's ass was thicker than it had been on Friday, it would be Blake. But maybe it wasn't so bad, Phil thought, maybe it wasn't so noticeable. Maybe Blake wouldn't say anything. "Hey dude," Blake grinned, pushing the doors apart. Behind him, Phil could see the receptionist craning his neck to get another glimpse. "What happened to your butt?" "What do you ... I didn't ... nothing happened," Phil stammered as the doors closed and the elevator started to rise. Blake was blonde, handsome, with a chiseled jaw. Muscular, he wore a tight dress shirt and necktie. He had jeans on, and he stood a good six inches taller than Phil. Or maybe a little bit more, Phil thought -- had he also shrunk that weekend, in addition to gaining weight? "You sure, man? You seem pretty chunky back there," said Blake, leaning to try to get a better look at Phil's ass. Phil backed into the corner, feeling the walls of the elevator bumping against his butt. It was so hard to navigate now, so hard to estimate where his body was. "No, really, it's... just new pants," Phil blushed. "Okay. Whatever. You look like you went to a TF camp or something," Blake said. Phil's heart leapt, because of course that's exactly what happened that weekend. It was just supposed to be a relaxing trip to the woods. The TF camp outside of town was the only place with a vacant cabin on short notice. He hadn't planned on turning into a pig-man, hadn't planned on spending the whole weekend soft and fat and on all fours. He hadn't planned on watching his nose grow into a snout, feeling his ears stretch into big floppy points, or wallowing in mud and sucking the dicks of three other transformed young men. But that's what happened. At the end of the weekend, the camp rangers had turned him back to his fully human shape, but his ass had proven a little harder to restore. That's why it was so much bigger now. At least, Phil thought, he no longer had that curly tail. "I brought donuts," Blake was saying. Phil snapped back to reality, and realized for the first time that Blake was carrying a large box. He could smell the sweet sugary contents, and his mouth began to water. Why was he so hungry? He just had breakfast -- a big breakfast, too, much bigger than normal. Phil shook his head. He needed to lose weight now, definitely shouldn't have any fatty snacks. "So what'd you do this weekend?" Blake asked as they headed out of the elevator and into the office. He was definitely checking out Phil's butt. "Just... sat around," Phil replied. "Nothing special?" Blake said. "Just sat on your ass?" He pointed at Phil's butt when he said it. "That ass right there? That big thick ass?" "Uh, that's right," Phil said. The smell of the donuts was making it hard to concentrate. He really wanted one. Or more than one. Maybe all of them. He started to lower himself down into the chair at his desk, and that's when he heard the seam of his pants tear open. Phil froze. Blake had heard it too, and had a huge smile on his face. "Oh no, was that your pants?" he said. He knew that it was. "Fuck," Phil whispered. "There's a patch kit in the kitchen," Blake said. "Want me to get it for you?" "Please," said Phil. "Too bad my hands are full," said Blake, gesturing with the box of donuts. "Come with me, we'll get it together." "Can't you just ..." Phil started. "Nope," Blake called. "Come on." Phil slowly lifted himself from the chair and felt around back behind him. The rip went perfectly down the center of his butt, exposing his underwear. On one hand, it was a relief to no longer feel the tight material holding him in. On the other, he couldn't let anyone see him like this. He had to patch up his pants before anyone noticed. Phil stood and hurried to follow Blake to the kitchen. Once again, he could feel his fat butt jiggling -- even more now that the tight pants weren't holding them in as much anymore. "Keep up," said Blake. He was already in the office kitchen, and had opened the box of donuts. Phil's mouth watered. "You want one?" "No I gotta, um," Phil stammered. He was staring at the donuts. There was one of every variety. Maybe two dozen or so. They looked so good. He wanted to bury his face in the box and mash his snout against the food -- no wait! Stop! He didn't have a snout anymore. He wasn't a pig. He was a man. At work. In a law office. He had to control himself! "Just one," said Blake, holding up a plain donut. "Here you go. Just eat one." Phil trembled. "I really can't," he said. "Come on," said Blake. "I went through all the trouble of getting them. I just want to see you eat one." He held it out. Phil couldn't stop himself. He reached out to take it. He sniffed it. He opened his mouth. And then before he even knew what had happened, the donut was gone, swallowed in two bites. "Nice," said Blake. "You really inhaled that thing. It's gonna go to your hips, you know." He pointed again at Phil's fat thighs, and Phil looked down, feeling a strange blushing warmth in his legs. That's when he saw that he'd gained even more weight. It was subtle, nothing too noticeable, but he'd definitely put on a few extra pounds just in the last few seconds. His thighs were now pressing together, his butt cheeks protruding even further and rounder and wider behind him. Phil gasped and reach down to touch his hips -- they were definitely softer. Thicker. Fatter. "What... what happened?" he asked. Blake was grinning. "I dunno. You tell me. You sure you didn't do anything fun this weekend?" He picked up a frosted donut. "Why don't you have another?" "No no no, I can't," stammered Phil, reaching out to take it. A moment later, it was gone, and he realized he'd eaten it. He looked in panic at Blake. "Stop giving me those!" "What, these?" said Blake, picking up a chocolate donut. "Concerned about your weight?" He pointed at Phil's midsection, and Phil felt his belly grumble and start to swell, pressing at the buttons of his tightening dress shirt. He instinctively reached down to open the buttons on his vest but that did little to relieve the pressure, and he could feel the soft pudgy pressure of a fat belly -- the piggy weight that he'd gained that weekend, and thought he'd lost. "Blake, you gotta help me," Phil stammered. "You have to hide me!" "I don't know if I can find a hiding place where you'll fit," said Blake. "Now why don't you tell me what you did this weekend?" He held out the donut, and this time Phil didn't even reach for it. He just leaned forward and opened his mouth and gobbled it down straight from Blake's hand, snorting and gasping and making a mess all over his face. "No more! Please no more!" Phil whimpered, but Blake just laughed. "You're the one eating them, piggy," he said, and at the mention of a pig Phil felt his whole body start to surge in size. He was definitely regressing back to the form he'd taken that weekend. He was turning back into a pig. There was a ripping sound as the seat of his pants tore even further, then a pop as the button on the front flew off. He reached down to try to close his pants but there was no hope of that anymore -- his waist was thickening, bulging out in front of him, and he felt the soft folds of flesh pushing insistently against his clothes. Two buttons popped from the bottom of his dress shirt, and Phil's thick belly pushed out from under the fabric, hairy and exposed. Phil couldn't stop himself from oinking in surprise. It wasn't with a human voice -- it was definitely the snort of a pig. Blake guffawed at that. "No way, you ARE a pig," he said. "I knew it. You got a pig curse this weekend, right?" "No, I... I didn't mean to," Phil stammered, reaching down to feel his new swelling gut. It was so soft, so squeezable. And so hungry. He licked his lips and stared down at the donuts. Blake followed his gaze. "Oh my God, you want more?" he said. "Haha, okay piggy!" He grabbed a jelly filled donut and reached out towards Phil's face with it. Phil just opened wide and waited for the food, chewing as Blake pushed it into his salivating mouth. Jelly smeared around his face, dribbled onto his shirt, ran down his thickening chest to his belly and fell to the floor. "Oh no," Phil snorted, his voice getting rough and deep. "No please. Please stop! I'm turning into ... turning into ..." "Too late," said Blake. "You already ARE a pig." "I'm not a pig," said Phil. "Yes, you are," said Blake. "You've always been a pig. And now everyone can see it. And what a shame that it's happening on review day." "On ... oh no," Phil gasped, remembering that this was the day that everyone in the office was getting their performance review. "I can't let anyone see me like this!" he oinked. "Blake! You have to help me! You have to -- SNOOORT!" His voice descended into a long loud grunt before he could complete the sentence, and he slapped a hand over his mouth. "First, calm down," said Blake, reaching out with another donut. Phil instantly leaned in to gobble it down, grunting and snorting and making even more of a mess. His midsection ballooned as he ate, pushing apart his shirt between the buttons until one by one -- pop pop pop pop pop -- they flew off and his thick swelling gut spilled forth. Just his bowtie remained around his neck, and he reached up with messy frosting-smeared fingers to undo it, letting it fall to his feet. Phil was panting, sweating, oinking softly with each breath. But at least he'd calmed down a bit. "Don't worry, pig," said Blake. Phil looked ashamedly at him, his messy hands rubbing up and down his exposed body. His ripped pants had fallen to his ankles, leaving him standing in the kitchen in just his boxers. "You're going to be okay," Blake said. "Nobody's going to care that you're fat. They're not going to care that you're covered in food. And they're definitely not going to care about your ears." He pointed to the small mirror hanging over the sink in the kitchen, and Phil turned to look -- oh no, his ears! Two large flaps jutted out from the side of his head, waggling back and forth. They were enormous and ridiculous and had a soft dusting of fur. They belonged on a pig... which is just what Phil knew he was becoming. "Oh no, no no no, this can't be happening," Phil gasped. "Blake, I gotta get out of here! You have to help me!" "I mean, I could help you hide, I guess," Blake said. "But only if you eat one more." He picked up a large cream-filled donut and held it in his hands. It was huge, much bigger than any he'd eaten before. "I ... I can't," Phil stammered, trying to back away. It smelled so good. He was so hungry. He was desperate to eat that donut. But he didn't know what that much food would do to him. "Sure you can," said Blake. "It would be so easy. You'd just have to get down on all fours and open your mouth." "Wait ... all fours?" said Phil. Blake wordlessly dropped the donut to the floor. It landed at his feet. Phil looked down at it, then back up at Blake -- clean, perfectly dressed, handsome and lean and muscular. Then he looked back down at himself, a fat snorting nearly-naked slob. Then he looked down at the donut. And then he looked closer. And closer. And closer. Phil sank down to his knees, placed his hands on the floor, leaned in, sniffing and snorting. He drew closer to Blake's feet and the donut between them. Closer and closer, snorting louder and louder, smelling the delicious food and feeling the new folds of fat on his body rubbing against each other. And then his mouth was open, he was chewing and snorting, licking the cream filling from the floor of the office kitchen. Phil felt the pressure growing in his body again and he knew he was getting even fatter. He didn't care. He had to eat all the food he could find, licking and biting at the scraps of donut. He tasted the jelly from the previous donut that had fallen to the floor, and then he tasted chocolate because Blake had dropped two more donuts to the ground. Phil wasted no time gobbling them down, licking, grunting. His mouth surged over the floor, and he tasted the leather of Blake's shoes -- he was licking Blake's feet now, desperate to taste more food. "Eat, piggy, eat," he heard Blake say, and Phil looked up momentarily to see his clean-cut coworker staring down at him with a mocking grin. He could see something else, too: a snout was surging out from Phil's face. Phil grunted and oinked, feeling his nose swell, his nostrils flare with each snort. He could see the snout growing, feel the skin pushing forward, and when he tried to speak he could only squeal. There was a ripping sound, and Phil's ass tore through his ragged underwear, the fat spilling out. He looked back and saw a spiral corkscrew tail emerge from just over his cheeks, thickening as he watched. Phil oinked in panic, powerless to stop the consequences of his gluttony. He knew this was all his fault. If only he'd resisted. If only he'd held back. He'd still be a man, an aspiring lawyer, tidy and clean and well-respected. Now he was just a fat grunting naked big with a tail growing in. "The next promotion is mine, you fucking pig," Blake said. "I've been waiting for this day. I've taken over your body and now I'm going to take over your job. Maybe I'll even..." and he leaned down, "take over your life." He slapped Phil on the ass, producing a loud smacking sound and a miserable oink from poor pigged-out Phil. "What's going on here?" said a deep voice. Blake spun around to see their boss, Mr. Hogsworth, enter. He was an older attorney with the firm, grey haired but still handsome and fit. He stared at the mess in the kitchen, Phil cowering naked on the floor, Blake standing triumphantly over him. "Sir! Phil's picked up some kind of pig curse," said Blake. "I was trying to help him but he's lost all control. Haven't you?" Phil tried to answer but his voice was gone. He could only oink and grunt, desperately trying to communicate with the boss, to beg everyone to stop staring at him and leave him alone. But instead, Mr. Hogsworth bent down to look at him. "Phil, is that you?" he said. Phil nodded sadly. Mr. Hogsworth reached out to touch his ears and then run a finger along his new snout. He looked pensive and placed a hand on Phil's shoulder, then ran it down his back to his ass. He grabbed a handful of Phil's flesh and shook it. Then he stood. "This is a fine pig," he said at last. "Yes, a fine prize-winning pig. Should fetch quite a blue ribbon at the intra-firm fair." He looked at Blake. "You could learn a thing or two from young Phil," he said. "What ribbons have you won?" Blake looked shocked. "I, uh, I'm about to take the Bar exam, sir," he said. Mr. Hogsworth shook his head. "You and a million other twerps," he said. He pointed at Phil. "Meanwhile this fat fuck has turned himself into a real specimen. Yes sir, a genuine office pig, that's what we've got. At last! Phil, you're doing marvelous work." Phil nodded slowly. He was in shock. Blake looked stricken. "But what about the performance reviews?" he said. "No need," Mr. Hogsworth said. "I know which one of you is going to the top of the firm. Blake, I've got a new assignment for you. As of today, you're Phil's new assistant. See that he gets the food and care and attention he needs to keep growing." He reached down again to rub Phil on the head. "My boy, I see a bright future for you. Clean yourself up and report to my office later this afternoon." He leaned in closer and whispered, "and we'll see if we can't make an even bigger mess together." Phil oinked happily and nodded, and Mr. Hogsworth chuckled. He turned to leave, then turned and glanced back. "As for you, Blake," he said. "Don't you think you could stand to gain a few pounds?" He grabbed a donut from the box and mashed it into Blake's mouth, smearing frosting and food all over his handsome face. Blake was too stunned to resist and just took the donut in his mouth, swallowing as much as he could and leaving large messy smears across his cheeks. Mr. Hogsworth turned and walked away, rubbing his messy hands on his dress pants. Blake turned to look at Phil in shock. "What did he... how did you ... what's ... what's going on -- oh NOOOOO OINK!" his voice turned into a loud rasping oink of terror as he doubled over, falling forward onto his hands and knees as his ass jiggled and swelled and ripped through the seam on the back of his expensive pants, exposing a wide pink expanse of pudgy flesh and the beginnings of a corkscrew pig tail growing from above his ass. This tale is just one of a series of stories set in the Transformation Camp universe! For lots more sexy adventures with Phil and friends, check out my TF Camp ebooks here: http://bit.ly/TFCampNifty And check out the illustration that Ro-za did to accompany this story! http://www.furaffinity.net/view/24651314/