A Pig in Tigers clothing:


Located at the tail end of Palancar valley & surrounded by rolling hills dotted with cabins, the town of Polandburg was a quiet place, an unassuming place, the kind of place you got gas & coffee on your way to somewhere better. But it harbored dark secrets. Besides all the rapes, & murders related to rape; cubs were nearly a form of currency. In the towns thriving criminal underground, a cub or two (male or female depending on preference) could pay for almost any good/service or pay off any debt. As such, cubnappings were nearly an everyday occurrence. Now the PPD investigated these cubnappings of course, just as they would any other crimes but rarely did they find anything. Most cases were chalked up to the cubnappers smuggling the cubs out of the valley as soon as they get them so they closed the cases & moved on, what else could they do? It’s not like the department was taking huge bribes to look the other way or anything… The point is, if a cub was missing, it was extremely likely they would stay missing. A fact most local perves not involved with the underground relied on.
One such perve was Darl Shaw. A draft dodger of the replicant war, Darl was a 42-year-old obese pig-man living up in the hills around Polandburg. Dressed in a dirty, stained wife-beater & ruined cargo shorts as stiff as a board, Darl was as filthy as his clothes with a line of thick, greasy pubic hair growing up out of his shorts all the way to his belly button. He lived in a one-bedroom shack in the middle of nowhere with one window & an outhouse. His home was as filthy as him times 10, looking like the love child of a landfill & a sewer. Today, Darl was excited, wading through the rot & filth that filled his apartment with giddy excitement. For today was his birthday & he had already picked out the perfect gift. Opening the drawer on a small end table next to a recliner (two of maybe a dozen semi-clean things in the cabin), he pulled out a handful of photographs. Shot at many different angles, distances, & levels of visibility; the pictures appeared to all be of one thing. A young tiger girl.
The girl’s name was Liz & she was 8 years old, loved soccer & unicorns. She got good grades in school, & was always polite & cheery. Darl had first seen her, hanging with her friends, when he was in town on a beer run. The moment he saw her, he knew she would be an amazing birthday present. Darl spent months stalking her after that. He learned her routines, her schedule, her likes & dislikes, her hobbies, ETC… Most importantly he learned when she was alone, how long, & where she would be at those times; & finally today was the day.
Slipping on his sandals, Darl headed outside & to his truck, the cool morning air sending goosebumps up his arms. Hopping in his truck (a ruined Toyota Tacoma), Darl began the hour drive into town, his dick forming a massive wet spot on his crotch from thoughts of Liz. As he drove, Darl went over the plan in his head as he did so many times before. Continually changing almost to the day, the current plan (& the one Darl was going with) was just a simple snatch & grab. Once Liz was done playing soccer after school & went into the small changing rooms he would follow. Patting the bottle of chloroform in his pocket, Darl expected no problems, Liz always played alone after school & he could drive his truck right up to the side of the small changing room & be in & out within minutes. Giggling gleefully, Darl was proud of his plan, thinking he was a genius for coming up with something so great. Arriving in town around noon. Darl picked up a case of his favorite beer before heading over to the school field, it was a half-day today & if he was right, Liz would be outside playing soccer already. Indeed he was correct as when Darl pulled up to the school field, he spotted a lone tiger girl running & laughing, kicking a unicorn soccer ball across the field. Parking his truck on the other side of the street, Darl whipped out a pair of binoculars & cracked a beer, content on just watching Liz until she finished.
Liz was a lithe animal. She stalked her ball with the precision & grace of a natural hunter, her powerful muscles rippled under her t-shirt & shorts as only a predator could, & her eyes burned with an intelligence & intensity producible only through passionate study on top of natural talent. Overall, Liz was a perfect specimen of what anthrokind was capable of producing & Darl loved it. For he saw a blank canvas, a perfect toy to play with, the girl of his fantasies right in front of him, the perfect present for his birthday. Darl watched her play for over an hour, completely ignorant to the fact he was there. In the time several other anthros passed him, be it walking or driving but none gave him a second glance despite his behavior. For some reason, Darl was unassuming, despite looking like he should be the Vip of every watch list available, Darl blended into the background. Other anthros often forgot he was there or would miss him entirely when scanning a crowd. It was very convenient.
Darl watched Liz play for over an hour. Eventually, though, Liz stopped, picked up her ball, & headed into the changing room. Seeing as that was what he was waiting for, Darl put down his beer & binoculars & drove up to the side of the building, right in front of the side door to the girls changing room. Stepping out of his truck, which was uncompressed as he did so, Darl pulled open the side door (which was never locked) & headed inside. There he saw Liz’s clothing laid out on a bench in front of the lockers & could hear humming coming from a running shower. Picking through the garments, Darel found her panties, small & white with a lion pattern, they were soaked in sweat & oddly slimy. Giving them a few massive sniffs, Darel proceeded to eat the panties, savoring the flavor & juices as he did so. Normally he would hang on to such a treasure as prime wank material but he knew he would have the real deal all to himself in just a moment. Slipping his hand into his pocket, Darl produced a filthy rag & the bottle of chloroform, soaking the rag in the substance before entering the showers. Putting away the bottle, Darl located the only full stall, slipped his hand through the curtain, & without even having to look, wrapped the rag around Liz’s nose & mouth. For a few moments, she struggled then went limp in Darl’s arm. Pulling her out of the shower like she weighed nothing, Darl hauled her out of the locker room & into the passenger seat of his truck. Getting into the driver’s side, Darl began the long drive home with his wet, passed-out gift by his side.
Blasting “Enter Sandman'' on repeat the entire drive, Darl pulled into his driveway an hour later. Parking the car, he grabbed the sill passed out Izzy from the passenger seat & took her inside. Setting her up at the kitchen table, Darl began preparing lunch for his Izzy, she would need to keep her strength up after all. Putting a large pot on the stove, Darl filled it with oats, lard, & nastiness from his outhouse. Letting it simmer & boil on medium heat for about 10 minutes, the mixture became a vile brown sludge that vented a nasty miasma into the air that smelled like old boiled urine. This smell was enough to rouse Izzy from her chemically induced slumber. Her head pounding, Izzy opened her eyes slowly, & immediately began coughing. Attempting to raise her hand to cover her nose, she found that her arms were chained to the arms of a chair she was sitting in. Looking around, Izzy forgot the nasty smell as she realized she had no idea where she was or how she got here. From what Izzy could see, she was sitting at a table in the filthiest kitchen she had ever seen, with piles of rot & trash covering nearly every surface. Horrified & disgusted at the sight, It took Izzy a few minutes to even notice Darl working at the stove. Remembering her manners despite being scared, Izzy called out to him, asking where she was, who he was, & politely asking if she could be unchained. In response, Darl just turned around, grinning like an idiot. Right about then, the stove timer chimed, drawing both their attention. Still grinning, Darl took the pot off the stove & retrieved a funnel attached to a rubber hose from one of the filth piles. Her pupils shrinking, Izzy asked what he was doing, the fear becoming evident in her voice. Darl did not answer, instead, he walked over to her, stuck one disgusting finger in her mouth & opened it which Izzy went along with, worried he would hurt her if she resisted. Sticking the tube in her mouth & partially down her throat so she couldn’t spit it out or close her mouth, Darl picked the pot off the stove &, holding the funnel with one hand, begin pouring the sludge into the funnel & down Izzy’s throat. Now, one would think that the temperature of the sludge would be Izzy’s main concern but that paled in comparison to the taste. As the sludge hit her tongue, Izzy felt like her entire being was unraveling molecule by molecule. Tasting of the vilest death, the sludge caused every bad memory Izzy ever had, every bad test, every scrap & bruise, every embarrassing moment; to slam against her conscious mind, replaying themselves over & over with each mouthful until the pot was empty. By the time the pot was empty, Izzy’s stomach was painfully distended with angry red marks visible under her thinned fur. Crying & wanting to puke but unable to due to the thickness of the sludge, Izzy was forced to just sit there & take it as the sludge festered in her stomach & the smell inflamed her nose & mouth.
Seeing that Izzy would need time to digest before she could do anything, Darl unhooked her from her chair, picked her up (provoking a pained wine from her), & lay her on the filthy couch in the small living room right off the kitchen. Sitting in his recliner next to her, Darl put his feet up & began watching T.V. About two hours later & Izzy was feeling better. Her stomach no longer hurt & even though her mouth still tasted terrible & her nose was still runny, neither burned anymore. Sitting up, she looked over a Darl watching T.V. & slightly dozing off. Still afraid & confused but extremely tired, Izzy decided it would be best not to bother the man right now. So laying back down on the filthy couch, she went to sleep.
In the morning Izzy woke up to the same vile urine smell that had roused her the day before. Sitting up, the memories of where she was flooded back to her like day-old fish. Turning to the recliner, Izzy saw that the man was no longer sitting there. Hopping off the couch, her feet sunk into the layers of filth covering the floor, with something cold & slimy running between her toes. Pinching her nose because the entire place smelled like the burst septic tank at the 7/11, Izzy saw that the man was back in the small kitchen, working at the stove again. Once again worried that bothering the man would be a bad idea, Izzy swallowed her fears, needing answers more than anything. Calling out to get the man’s attention, Izzy began rattling off questions, getting more & more angry as she went, realizing that all this was probably the man’s fault. Instead of answering Darl just gave her a cheery good morning, completely ignoring his gifts questions & her angry tone of voice. Instead, Darl just pointed to the same chair from yesterday & asked Izzy to sit down. When she refused, he walked over, picked her up, & strapped her in despite her struggling & protest. Izzy was irate, instead of answering her questions, This fat bastard just grabbed her & stuffed her back in a chair. Her fear almost fully replaced with anger at this point, Izzy shook & rocked in the chair, now yelling insults, all politeness forgotten. Still ignoring her, Darl took the pot off the stove once again, grabbed the unwashed funnel, & attempted to stick his finger in Izzy’s mouth once again but she resisted. This was an inconvenience but not an issue as with a little jimmying, Darl was able to get her mouth open. Sticking the tube in once again, Darl poured the mixture & watched Izzy gag & writhe as it began filling her small body. Izzy wanted to puke but was unable to, the mixture was just as bad as last night, bringing back all her bad like a parade of shit across her mind. It did not hurt as much as last time (thank god) but it tasted just as bad if not worse. Once Darl finished, Izzy’s stomach was bloated & her mouth & nose were inflamed once again. This time though, she did not appear to be in pain (thanks to yesterday’s stretching), & while miserable she seemed safe enough to do things with. So Darl picked her up but instead of taking her back to the couch, he headed to the single other door in the cabin.
Hating everything that was going on, Izzy was glad her stomach didn’t hurt this time but she still wanted to hurl from the disgusting taste filling her mouth & nose. She didn’t know where she was, what was going on, & she hated it. Izzy just wanted to go home. Instead, the man just picked her up but instead of taking her back to the couch, he headed towards the door on the other side of the room. When Darl opened the door, Izzy was shocked & appalled at what she was. Nearly overflowing with piles of rotten food & other waste, the room contained a solitary mattress on the floor. Stained & soiled to the point of being brown, Izzy begged the man (who finally told her his name was Darl) not to place her there. But he did & when Izzy’s body touched the mattress, brown liquid pooled to the surface as Izzy’s size became soaked in the stuff. Disgusted as all get out, Izzy tried to get up but couldn't thanks to her engorged stomach. As she struggled to move, splashing more of the liquid on herself, Darl got undressed. Izzy was unaware of this until he lay down beside her. Grabbing her, Darl began sensually rubbing her hand all around her body. Unable to resist him, Izzy felt his rough, callous hands explore every inch of her body, she felt him run his hand over her swollen stomach, over her lean arm & tight legs. He grasped her firm butt & ran his fingers over her flat chest & down her stomach, tensing as he felt 3 rows of nipples going down her stomach. While not too uncommon on rodent species like mice or rabbits, it was rare for a predator anthro to have multiple breasts, evolution had mostly removed that trait long ago. So Darl was surprised but pleasantly surprised. Feeling Darl find the nipples caused Izzy to blush in shame, she hated the fact that she had multiple breasts. Sure her mom said it was nothing to be ashamed of, it made her unique. But that’s what Izzy hated, it made her different, it made her weird, what would other kids say if they found out? If she ever got a boyfriend what would they think? Izzy believed they would make fun of her, ostracize her, call her a freak. So when Darl found them, she began to cry. Startled that she was crying, Darl quickly removed his hand from her nipples & instead, began comforting her, lightly rubbing her hair & whispering comforting things in her ear.
To Izzy’s surprise, this worked. For some reason, Darl holding her close, the heat of his body & the kindness of his words made her feel better. Eventually stopped crying & fell asleep. When Izzy woke up, She smelt the nasty smell of the slop once again. Felling less swollen after her nap, she finally made her way to her feet & was able to walk out of the room. There she found Darl taking the pot off the stove once again. Catching his eye, she was ordered to sit in the chair, & afraid of what Darel would do if she disobeyed once again, she did so. To Izzy’s dismay, the funnel & the pot came out for the second time that day. Darl once again shoved the tube in her mouth, & poured the vile slop down her throat. As Izzy expected, it tasted foul & burned her mouth & throat but not as bad as last time. Once the pot was empty, her belly was swollen more than ever before & her nose & mouth were inflamed & runny. Thanks to having two pots in her this time, Izzy’s stomach was once again sore so Darl picked her up & plopped her down on the couch where the pair watched T.V. for the next several hours. After that, Darl made her another pot before taking her back to the bedroom where the pair went to sleep, Izzy’s stomach gurgling painfully the entire time.
This routine went on for several weeks. Izzy would wake up in the morning to Darl cooking, be force-fed a pot of oats, lard, & outhouse filth. After that, the pair would take an afternoon nap & Izzy would get another pot once Darl woke up. Then they watch T.V. for several hours before a third pot & off to bed. When Izzy had to go to the restroom, Darl would escort her to the outhouse. He never washed her though so she quickly became filthy. Several times Izzy tried to call for help, she was a prisoner after all, but help never came, according to Darl, no one was around to hear her. This routine went on for about two months. The white fur on Izzy’s stomach & mouth took on a yellowish sheen, the rest of her became browner & she stank like the cabin. Thanks to the mash her alethic body faded, her lean muscles disappeared as her limbs became flabby, her neck was covered as she grew a double chin, the swelling lessened as Izzy developed a gut, & all 8 of her tits became more pronounced as she began growing fatty breasts. Denial was a hell of a thing though & Izzy managed to ignore her changing body, choosing instead to focus on escaping. How was that going? It wasn’t, Izzy kept trying to find a chance to get away but that never came. Never realizing if she just ran into the woods, Darl would never catch her.
One day though, everything changed. It started off normal enough, a pot of vile sludge then off to the bedroom but that was where anything changed. As usual, Izzy lay on the mattress (she walked under her own power now) & Darl got naked, but instead of laying down, he forced Izzy onto her knees in front of him. Confused for a moment, the gravity of the situation hit Izzy like a brick as she stared at Darl’s dick less than an inch from her face. A foot-long & just as wide, Darl’s dick was a massive filthy meat log coated in a solid inch of smegma. Growing random hairs from his shaft, Darl’s dick ended in a mass of disgusting, greasy pubic hair & a gargantuan set of balls. Speaking of Darl’s balls, they were disgusting orbs covered in black oozing warts, hair, & smegma. Hanging down several inches, they were clearly full of some of the vilest sewer cum known to anthro climb. Pushing his dick against Izzy’s lips, Darl made it clear what he wanted her to do but Izzy resisted. This wouldn’t fly, Darl had waited over two months to use his birthday present & he wasn’t going to wait any longer no matter how Izzy felt. Prying her jaws open with his fingers, Darl shoved his dick in, completely ignoring Izzy’s tears as she gagged on his member. The hairs & smegma coated the sides of Izzy’s mouth as Darl rammed his dick down her throat, filling her with all the filth his cock had to offer with the pus of bursting warts spraying up onto her face. With every thrust, Izzy got a mouthful of his vile dick cheese, the hairs, grease, & smegma were never-ending even though it all scraped off into her mouth, forcing her to swallow. Besides the taste, the smell was making Izzy’s head spin, the vile musk coating her brain in a film of oily mist that clouded her thoughts & sapped her strength. Eventually, Izzy went limp in Darl’s grip & stopped struggling as he face fucked her.
For nearly an hour this continued, with Izzy’s face getting soaked in filthiness & wart puss as Darl fucked her throat, sending load after load of hair, smegma, & precum into her stomach. Eventually, though, Darl let out a mighty squeal, & unloaded his load into Izzy’s stomach. Chunky & rotten, Darl’s cum was dark yellow & burned Izzy’s throat on the way down. Once Darl was finished, about 5 minutes later, he pulled out of Izzy’s throat, wiping the excess into Izzy’s fur. Despite all this, Darl’s dick was still covered in a thick layer of smegma & his warts had already regrown. Coughing & sputtering, her hazy mind slowly clearing, Izzy failed to realize any of this. Trying to stand up, she beat her fists against Darl as he held her down but it was useless. Darl pushed her down as she screamed & sobbed, wanting to throw up but unable to do to the thickness of the cum & mash in her gut. Pushing Izzy onto her back, Darl spread her legs as she struggled, not wasting time, he coated two fingers in his grease & began sliding them up Izzy, making her scream. Fingerblasting her like a machine, Darl used his grease to coat her insides & lube her up real good. Once he judged Izzy to be ready, Darl alined his cock with Izzy’s small pink entrance, & despite her protests began inserting his vile cock. Pushing in slowly, Izzy’s tight pussy was stretched far apart as Darl’s tip entered & the bulge from his dick could be seen through Izzy’s chunky stomach as he pushed further in. Crying from the pain, Izzy could do nothing as Darl pushed further & further in, inch by excruciating inch tainting her insides, ruining her, making her worthless. For you see that was Darl’s plan all along, he had wanted to see destroy Izzy from the moment he saw her. He wanted to ruin her lean athletic body, turning her into a disgusting ruined blob. He wanted to violate her cute, pink pussy; to turn it into a vile, diseased, biohazard. Transform her from predator into prey. Making her nothing but a disgusting pig in a tiger’s skin, a diseased brood sow spending the rest of her life pumping out babies. Now that he had her, Darl no longer had to pretend to be nice, no longer pretend to be kind but misguided. Now he could use Izzy to his heart’s content, forcing her to pump out his babies.
Eventually, Darl hit her cervix. Pulling back for a moment he slammed forward forcing his way past it, eliciting another scream from Izzy, not only had Darl taken her virginity, he was in her womb. Pulling back to the tip before slamming in, Darl began fucking Izzy with reckless abandon, slamming in & out of her, not caring if he hurt or not. As they fucked & Izzy cried, Darl, took one hand & began rubbing the filth & grease from his junk all over her body. Izzy begged for him to stop but that just made Darl go harder. His dick stretched & broke her pussy with every thrust, Pulling it apart as if determined to reduce it to nothing more than a gaping hole. Worst of all, Izzy could feel it, she could feel his vile nastiness filling her every cell, her very soul. She did not know what would become of her, but she knew that she would never be the girl she once was. Everything she loved about herself, Darl had stolen. Izzy was ruined inside & out & she knew it.
The pair continued to fuck like this for an hour with Izzy passing out about halfway through. Darl’s dick had rubbed her pussy raw, already it was turning purple from bruising. Finally, mercifully, Darl squealed & unleashed his load deep inside Izzy, His chunky, rotten sperm filling Izzy’s innocent womb, instantly rotting it. It took about 10 minutes for Darl, to finish his orgasm. Once he did, he took the same rag he used to cubnap Izzy & stuffed it in her pussy, ensuring his disgusting cum would say right where it was. Once he was sure Izzy wouldn’t spring a leak, Darl took a massive Piss all over Izzy’s face & chest before leaving the bedroom to make a pot of sludge.
Izzy never left the bedroom after that. Darl chained her right ankle to a clip on the floor. Every morning he would shove a pot of vile sludge down her throat, then Darl would fuck her, then another pot of sludge followed by another fuck, Izzy would get a break for a few hours after off after then as Darl took care of his daily chores, before coming back for a final pot of sludge & fuck before bed. When Darl needed to use the bathroom, he would piss all over Izzy or shit in her mouth, forcing her to eat it. Anything that came out of Izzy either soaked into the mattress or was scooped up & added to the sludge. As disgusting as that was, it was nothing compared to the other cubs. In the two months before Darl had shown his true colors, Izzy had never seen Darl eat, unfortunately, she found out why rather quickly. Cubs, much younger than she was, a few months at most, Darl would fuck them in front of her & whether they lived or died he would eat them, tossing them onto the air, & snapping his disgusting fat pig mouth around them, making a show of it. Unlike everything else, this was the one thing Izzy could not get used to, watching him so cruelly destroy the lives of ones so young, to use them as a food source, not for any need but for his own sadistic amusement. Darl assured her he wouldn’t do that to their family though, no he would be breeding her & their daughters for years to come. This went on for over a year, until one morning, Izzy went into labor. 
Lying on her back & screaming in pain, Izzy was unrecognizable as the girl she once was. Sure, someone could see patches of what might be considered orange & black fur, but outside of that, Izzy had become a completely different girl. Reeking of old pis & shit, Izzy swollen up to 400 Lbs & probably couldn’t walk if she wanted to. Not only had her once-tone muscles atrophied, but they were also so swollen with fat & cellulite that her hands & feet were almost completely hidden by the rolls. Izzy’s body was so wide that she looked like she was laying in a puddle of fat; her screaming, crying face nearly lost in fat. Her 8 tits, the ones she was so ashamed of, had swollen into massive lumps of fat & flesh with engorged black nipples & huge rough, dark areola. Completely covered in angry red stretchmarks & deep purple veins, Izzy’s tits constantly spewed a yellowish slop, nearly as thick as the sludge she ate. It smelled of death, tasted of rot, & Darl could not wait to see what raising their kids on it would do. Most of her fur had fallen out thanks to the piss, what remained was discolored, disgustingly greasy, & wiry like dirty pubes. Her skin was covered in ingrown hairs & black, oozing warts, especially around her face where Darl had rubbed his warts pus knowing it would infect her. Going below deck, Izzy’s pussy could be called a biohazard at best & a war crime at worst; once tight, bright, & pink, Izzy’s pussy was now a disgusting, discolored, gaping hole. Sporting a thumb-sized, warty clit, Izzy’s pussy constantly belched a greasy, rotten sludge, & her huge “Meat Curtains” labia was covered in oozing warts; just like her face. Worst of all though was her stomach, growing continually since she arrived, Izzy’s stomach had become a massive ball covered in patchy fur, angry red stretch marks, deep purple veins, warts, cellulite, & was topped with an apple-sized engorged belly button. The day Izzy had felt whatever was inside start moving was the day she truly began to despair. Darl kept saying she was growing their family but she hated it, she didn’t want to be filled with babies, she didn’t want to be a mom but Darl did not care. He loved her despair & could not wait to watch her cry as she pushed out his children, & boy was she crying. Currently, Izzy begging for it to stop, Izzy could not even see over her own stomach as it pulsated & shook, Darl stood in front of her, giddy with anticipation for Izzy to give birth.
As much as Izzy wanted to stop it, she couldn’t. She could do nothing as she felt the squirming mass push past her damaged cervix, slid down her stretched birth canal, & exit her ruined pussy. This took about an hour, once the baby was out, Darl put the baby up to one of Izzy’s engorged tits where it latched on & began to drink the disgusting slop. That’s when Izzy felt the next one began pushing. Nearly 12 hours, later Izzy had 8 pig-tigers attached to her tits & suckling away, all girls. Glad it was over, Izzy passed out in sheer exhaustion, in a moment of unexpected kindness, Darl let her sleep. The next morning Izzy was back to wailing in despair. Her kids had been feeding all night, the once cute girls were already fat & bloated, their cute features becoming gross & nasty, becoming 8 disgusting, nasty, piggies overnight. Continuing to wail, Izzy did not even notice Darl approaching her with the pot & the funnel, ready to force Izzy to start the first day of the rest of her life.