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His life isn't anything too special, he lives in a shopping cart, and nothing seems to be going his way...until a rich, handsome, but drunken human by the name of Gordon stumbles into his alleyway and passes out.\n\nErnest does the right thing and tries to bring the passed out human into his shelter, but as he strips away the rain-soaked clothes to prevent an illness, he becomes entranced by the fancy, silky, and above all, expensive undergarments of the drunken businessman. Never once for fashion sense, it's a shock that Ernest takes such a liking to them, but he can't help putting them on, not knowing that it'll trigger a change that can't be undone!\n\nThe night that follows for Ernest, in a new body, is beyond what debauchery can describe.\n\nAs always, read, comment and enjoy!", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Bodyswapping is a topic I've rarely been asked to do, but it was fun to give it a college try, in this commission for \n\t\t\t\t\tCalvin_wolf!

In their commission request, we happen upon a homeless, messy pig by the name of Ernest. His life isn't anything too special, he lives in a shopping cart, and nothing seems to be going his way...until a rich, handsome, but drunken human by the name of Gordon stumbles into his alleyway and passes out.

Ernest does the right thing and tries to bring the passed out human into his shelter, but as he strips away the rain-soaked clothes to prevent an illness, he becomes entranced by the fancy, silky, and above all, expensive undergarments of the drunken businessman. Never once for fashion sense, it's a shock that Ernest takes such a liking to them, but he can't help putting them on, not knowing that it'll trigger a change that can't be undone!

The night that follows for Ernest, in a new body, is beyond what debauchery can describe.

As always, read, comment and enjoy!", "writing": "A world where humans and upright animals live in peace together might [b]sound[/b] like a Utopia to some, but just because animals have evolved to the point that they can walk on their hind legs and share a world with human beings doesn't mean that everything is all sunshine and rainbows.\n\nAfter all, the world is a big, scary place, and evolution alone isn't always enough of a defense against what the world can throw at you.\n\nA prime example of the fact is the way that some people always seem to get ahead in life, whereas others tend to struggle with the world, no matter what they do. The pigs were some of the first to actually be able to evolve and fit in with humans, but at the same time, they were also the first to succumb to the vices of the human world: smoking and drinking in excess, unprotected sex, and processed, unhealthy food, just to name a few.\n\nThe sudden exposure to a world of excess and vice, combined with a total lack of self control, meant that most pigs were doomed to a life of begging out of alleyways, sleeping under garbage and enjoying whatever disgusting orgy they could sneak their way into.\n\nHumans acted like they were better than that, of course, but as the present gave way to the near future and the moral fabric of society completely came undone, it was exceedingly [b]rare[/b] to find a human being that didn't live just like the pigs they spoke down of. Those who were able to resist the temptations of a lazy, easy lifestyle were easy to identify; they wore tight, form-fitting suits, they worked long hours at a job they had a real passion for, and they took great care of themselves, eating organic despite the rising cost of natural food, and going to the gym on a daily basis.\n\nGordon Shaw was such a man. Fate blessed him with great genetics, and he ran with them like a bandit. His six foot frame was still considered to be perfect, even in the future, and his body was a solid chunk of muscle, carved from the side of a mountain. In all things in life, he was a passionate man, and his brilliant eyes of jade radiated with unbreakable determination. He was the object of desire for many men and women alike, but as attractive as he might ever be, sex was a vice that he tried to stay far away from, knowing just how easily diseases were spread in an age where unprotected sex was like a game to most people.\n\nHis only vice was alcohol...and it would be the rope that ultimately tied him to the very animals he did his best to differentiate from.\n\n\"I'm tellin' ya, if we just made the buildings run on [i]treadmills,[/i] wit' people runnin' on 'em, no one would ever be fat anymore!\"\n\nGordon was a slave to the poison, and though his active lifestyle helped him to avoid most hangovers, it was no surprise to see him frequenting one of the many bars downtown, even during the week. He was on a first name basis with almost every bartender in the city, and this one, a red fox by the name of Otis, was just about done listening to his ridiculous stories for the evening.\n\n\"Sure sounds like it would be a great idea, Gordon, but...where are you going to find enough people to run on [b]that[/b] many treadmills?\"\n\n\"Aw, you jus' don't get it, man...\" Gordon droned on as he took another deep, full swig from his glass. His fingers were twisted up into the short fields of his auburn hair, and his elbow against the counter was the only thing keeping his face from hitting the surface and sending the lush off to dreamland.\n\nTo be sure, Otis would have actually [i]preferred[/i] that Gordon simply pass out, giving him the option to call a cab for the shameless drunk, but Gordon was riding high after a successful day at the office, and it was getting harder and harder for him to pass out from just a few drinks. \"I guess I don't, Gordon...and you don't seem to get that you're the [b]only person left in the bar.[/b]\"\n\nThe venom on Otis' tongue would be obvious to any sober ear, but a drunken Gordon didn't seem to care that he was the only one still drinking on a Tuesday night. Of course, when Gordon drunkenly asked for another drink, only to look up and notice that Otis was gone, he finally started to get the message.\n\n\"Fuggin'...only 12:30 in the mornin'! What kinda bar is this?\" he asked, though there was no one there to answer his question. Barely able to stand, Gordon stumbled off from the counter and made his way out the front door, leaving the crafty Otis with just enough time to sneak up behind him and lock the doors, keeping Gordon outside so that he could finally close.\n\nOut on the street, despite being a successful businessman, Gordon simply didn't feel like quite as much of a big deal. His alcoholism was rooted entirely in his needing to feel more important than he really was, and as the rain started to pour from storm clouds overhead, he couldn't have felt like more of a [b]slouch.[/b] He simply [b]needed[/b] that ego boost to get himself through the day, and though his suit was soaked with rain, his eyes were crossed with drunkenness, and his stomach was getting that much closer to his throat, there was still one place that he always knew he could feel better about himself.\n\nThere was a small alley on the way home from the Fox Hole Bar, right on the way to his apartment, and it was always [i]crawling[/i] with homeless pigs. Most times, Gordon was sober enough that he would just sneer and keep walking, but this time, with his filter completely drowned by booze, he actually made the turn down the alleyway, ready to let the homeless have a piece of his mind.\n\nHis mind, however, wasn't able to keep up with the plan, and as he turned down the alleyway, his legs turned to jelly, and his feet couldn't even hope to find a grip on the slippery sidewalk. Tumbling like a house of cards, Gordon found himself face down in a pile of garbage...but his reaction only stirred one pig, homeless like the rest of them, to come out of his shopping cart.\n\nErnest wasn't the poorest pig in the alleyway, sadly, but one wouldn't have known it by looking at him. He was in the same situation as everyone else: living in an overturned shopping cart with some cardboard on it to shelter him from the elements, with only trinkets and recyclables to use as currency. His clothes were literal rags, and the only thing that brought him out of his hiding place was the sound that Gordon made when he hit the ground.\n\nIf Ernest had one thing, it was an ear for quality, and a knowledge that a full suit of clothes made a different sound when it hit the ground, as opposed to tattered, old jackets and rotten shoes.\n\n\"Hmm...he smells [i]nice[/i]...\" Ernest whispered, as he crawled out from under his cart and sniffed at the unconscious human. Like all people who considered themselves to be successful in the new world, Gordon made sure to focus heavily on his hygiene, and just his presence alone was enough to cover up some of the stench of the alley. It peaked Ernest's curiosity, and the pig gripped Gordon by the shoulders, dragging him down the alley, past all of the other sleeping pigs and homeless animals. \"But he'll catch a cold out in this rain...\"\n\nTruth be told, despite his poor appearance, Ernest had a good heart, and had all of the best intentions in mind for Gordon as he dragged the human into the shopping cart and started stripping his clothes away. The rain was soaked right into his suit, and he'd easily catch a cold, or [b]worse[/b] if he were left in them. Thanks to his drunken stupor, Gordon didn't put up any sort of a fight, and Ernest found it easy to strip the clothes away from his body. His suit coat came off without a struggle, and even as the clumsy tips of Ernest's paws started to unbutton the tight, finely crafted dress shirt upon Gordon's chest, the human didn't so much as stir.\n\nErnest had a simple mind and a generous heart; he wasn't the type to lust after worldly possessions like a lot of the others of his kind. He was much more concerned with fine dining and physical pleasures when he could actually afford either one, so it wasn't a shock whatsoever when the pig lowered his paws into Gordon's pants to try and ease them away from the muscular, rigid body of the human. What was a bit more surprising, however, was the way that Ernest found himself entranced by the tight, silky, expensive undergarments beneath Gordon's pants, covering up a plenty sizable bulge.\n\n\"[b]Woah[/b]...those are really comfy!\" Ernest assumed, just by stroking a pawtip over them. Gordon still never came to life, so curiosity got the better of the pig, and he continued stripping the pants away from his unconscious body, eager to get the tight briefs off of Gordon's body to give them a try of his own. Ernest had the sense not to sexually assault a sleeping body (not that his current actions wouldn't be frowned upon,) but Gordon didn't seem to mind his advances at all, and given just how excited Ernest was, there would be no stopping him. The overly indulgent part of his personality was controlling his every move, and the deep, russet brown of his eyes grew wider and wider as he pulled the underwear down Gordon's legs, inch by inch, completely ignoring the way that the human's member came exposed.\n\nIt took some [b]very[/b] careful maneuvering around the expensive shoes upon Gordon's feet, but within moments, Ernest was holding a pair of expensive, fancy underwear in front of him, dealing with a sensation that he'd never experienced before. He'd [b]never[/b] felt such a soft fabric in his life, and though he never much cared about clothes or appearances, he couldn't remember wanting anything as much as he just wanted to try them on.\n\nHis own clothes hardly stood a chance to begin with. It was easy for Ernest to shrug out of his tattered rags, tossing literal pieces of clothing here and there as he stood up from under his shopping cart. His belly was wide, his arms were flabby, and his odor was impressive, for lack of a polite description, but that was simply the nature of a pig...and now, he was going to defy that very nature, by taking a single taste of the upper crust. He could feel a sensation akin to pride the moment that he stepped one leg into the boxers, and as he stepped in with the other and pulled them up to his body, he could actually recognize the sensation. \n\nIt wasn't just [i]pride.[/i] It was [i]self-importance.[/i]\n\nThere was a long, stark moment of clarity as Ernest looked upon his form, and just from trying on a fancy pair of boxers, he felt as though he could take on the world. He suddenly realized just how awful his stench was, and he couldn't stand the way that his body looked.\n\nIt helped that he was looking at himself from an outside perspective, something that he didn't quite realize just yet.\n\n\"W-wait...wait just a damned minute! How am I still naked? And wh-what...[b]what the hell[/b] happened to my junk?!\"\n\nErnest wasn't actually standing in the alley anymore, trying on a pair of underwear. He was sitting under his shopping cart again, stark naked and in a completely new body...and that realization was only just starting to dawn on him, as he gave his abdomen a curious stroke.\n\nThere were [b]muscles.[/b] Not just ordinary muscles, either, but firm, experienced muscles that came from thousands of hours spent at a gym, and a rigorous diet. A quick squeeze of his bicep showed the same result, and no matter how hard he tensed his fingertips around the mass of flesh, he couldn't smash it down any further, like he could with his old arm. He was [b]stacked,[/b] and within seconds, he came to realize how great the advantages of a healthy body really were.\n\nErnest was in love with his new form, even if he was still just [i]barely[/i] comprehending the change that had occurred. Needless to say, there was a moment of shock that was starting to set in...Ernest still couldn't fully believe that he was looking up at himself, and in the process of the body swap, he'd fully traded places with the formerly human Gordon.\n\nGordon Shaw was fortunate enough to still be drunk in his new form, leaving his knees to buckle, and his legs to give out all over again as the drunkenness of his mind followed him into his new body. Once again a crumpled heap of flesh, Ernest was forced to put his new body to the test, and while he struggled to pull Gordon into the alley as a pig pulling a human, he found that the extreme conditioning of his new body made the reverse a complete and total breeze. With what felt like nothing more than a gentle tug, Ernest pulled the newly swapped Gordon back under the cover of the overturned shopping cart and bothered only to cover up the lower half of his body, putting on the discarded dress pants from earlier.\n\nThere were only two things that Ernest truly loved, and with a new, powerful and most of all, [i]desirable[/i] body, there was little to stop him from enjoying one of his favorite pastimes.\n\nOnce upon a memory, when Ernest wasn't living in the slums and alleys of the big city, he was actually [i]remotely[/i] successful, and at that time, his own personal vice was frequenting the myriad of different swingers clubs that could be found around town. Without a proper moral fabric to hold society together, sex became more of a commodity, and it simply [b]thrived[/b] in the near future, with little to no regulation on where it could be found, or distributed.\n\nA personal favorite club, perhaps fittingly so, was The Barn Yard.\n\nErnest could still remember the last time that he set a footpaw in the door, and this time, just for allowing his newly gained physique to shine through, he was never even stopped at the door. Typically, such places were able to charge a small, nominal fee for entry, but with a body like the one Ernest now had, he paid for his own entry in the way that The Barn Yard would be able to advertise with him. \n\n\"You're sure?\" Ernest asked, as he stood at a small ticket window, waiting to get inside the club, eager and ready to flaunt his new form. \"I really don't have to pay?\"\n\n\"Not a dime,\" replied the attendant, wearing a Cheshire grin. \"We just need you to stop really quick for a photo before we let you in the door.\"\n\nDigital cameras were on nearly [b]everything[/b] in the future, and naturally, the computer that the attendant was standing at had one mounted on the monitor. \"Strike your best pose...make sure we get a good, full view of those rippling muscles.\"\n\nIt wasn't entirely natural for Ernest to know what was sexually attractive to the rest of society just yet, but he did have an inkling of how a strong man was to look. He curled his right arm and watched as muscles rose up to the surface of his skin, stretching it out and shaking rain drops from his flesh as he held the pose. The attendant chuckled at just how inexperienced Ernest seemed to be, but he never could have guessed that he was actually a sloppy pig trapped in the body of a successful man, so he simply snapped the picture and made a small gesture, ushering Ernest into the club.\n\nWhat he saw was a familiar sight, but to those living in the present, it would be shocking, at the very least.\n\nThe inside of The Barn Yard wasn't anything too different from a modern day club, as far as decor was concerned. Black tile floors with bright lights overhead gave the entire room a sense of darkness and contrast, to insinuate wild and hot-blooded emotions among the patrons. A wide open floor in the middle of the club would equate to a dance floor in most modern establishments, but in this one...\n\n\"H-harder...shove it in there [b]harder![/b]\"\n\n\"That's it, you little [b]slut[/b]...swallow every last drop...\"\n\n\"That's already [b]two[/b] cocks in his ass...anyone want to try for the triple threat?\"\n\nLike many of the swingers clubs, this one was a public sex bar, and the dance floor in the middle had long since been converted into a cesspool for the most depraved sexual activities. From tables that surrounded the edges of the club, patrons could sit, order drinks, and watch whatever erotic display their hearts desired...and if they [b]really[/b] wanted to spend a pretty penny, they could reserve private rooms, where their darkest fantasies could literally come to life. \n\nIn his earlier years, Ernest had been a staple of the club, until he finally ran out of funds to get in the door. Things were really looking up for him now, as he was past the front door without spending a dime, and all eyes were on him the moment he walked down the front hallway and to the dance floor.\n\nAll were welcome at The Barn Yard. Gender, sexual orientation, and walk of life were truly irrelevant.\n\nThat being said, there were some who were given just a little bit nicer treatment than others, and looking like a gladiator picked straight out of the coliseum, Ernest was about to receive a proper hero's welcome.\n\n\"...And just where has this hunk of meat been all my life?\"\n\nNeedless to say, in a place like The Barn Yard, shame was not just highly overrated, but an afterthought in most conversations. When someone saw something they wanted, they made a move to take it before someone else hogged it all to themselves, even if the average customer was willing to share with others.\n\nThe felines, however, could be a little bit greedy, and a short, slinky genet was standing right in front of Ernest, admiring his body without even an ounce of shame and ogling his every muscle like they were hunks of meat at a butcher's counter.\n\n\"He's been in the gym, of course...you don't get a body like this by [i]accident,[/i]\" Ernest made up a quick response. He thought that he was lying, but it turned out that he was telling the truth and giving credit to Gordon, who had worked longer and harder than Ernest could ever appreciate to build such a sculpted figure.\n\n\"I just hope it wasn't an accident that caused you to wander in here today,\" the genet replied. Sparkling eyes of green, dotted with golden flecks of mischief were staring right up at Ernest, and a visual feast was never going to satisfy the eager critter. Soft, delicate paws came to rest on Ernest's tummy, stroking the ends of sharp, dangerous claws along his rigid abdomen, until they were hooked right into the expensive boxers that caused him to swap bodies with Gordon in the first place. \"May I...?\"\n\nThe genet was already tugging down on the expensive, fancy dress pants before Ernest had a chance to reply. He was a little nervous to remove the boxers, thinking he might not ever see them again, but even just the hint of the feline's breath on his crotch melted away his resistance to the same, and he eagerly nodded. \"Of course...I'd be insulted if you [b]didn't.[/b]\"\n\nA smile as wide as a river spread across the face of the genet as it yanked down harshly upon the finely crafted slacks and nearly tore rivets into them. They were just fortunate enough to stay in one piece, ending up as a pool of expensive cloth on the ground, but the boxers weren't so lucky. Deep claw marks tore through the silky fabric as the greedy feline pulled and tugged, but much to his delight, Ernest stayed in the form that he'd taken, and within seconds, the genet was doing his best to engulf a cock that Ernest had taken for granted.\n\nAs if Gordon Shaw needed one more ace in the hole in life, he was [b]hung,[/b] and now, Ernest was going to take advantage of that in ways that Gordon never had.\n\n\"I'm Sly, by the way,\" the genet finally gave his name as he pulled back from the tip of Ernest's member and licked his own muzzle clean. Sometimes, in a club like The Barn Yard, even names were a bit of a formality, and truth be told, it wouldn't have made a difference to Ernest if he'd known the name of the genet or not when the night was over. The only thing that mattered to him right now was just how deep Sly was willing to go on his cock, and just how strong his gag reflex was...because Ernest was now gifted with a set of arms that would be far stronger than Sly's ability to pull away.\n\nThere was no shame on the part of the pig-turned-human in gripping Sly by the ears and yanking him forward, but there was no shock or pain for the cock-hungry feline as he was tugged, and his throat was speared even further onto the impressive manhood that he was lusting after. There was a mostly silenced squeal of delight as he rumbled playfully around his mouthful, and his paws quickly slipped around to the firm, sculpted backside of Ernest's body, taking a full, tight squeeze of his rump. Even as claws dug into the flesh and Ernest gave a gentle buck forward with his hips, Sly never dared to back away from the tip of his length, even as it gently pulsed and spilled precum right down into his gullet.\n\n\"E-Ernest...\" he groaned, as he tilted his head back and pushed the mound of his crotch all the way up to the end of Sly's muzzle, letting his sack press against the edge of the feline's chin. \"Nice...[i]fuck...[/i] nice to meet you...\"\n\nSly closed his eyes and smiled around his generous helping, making a muffled, quiet \"Mmhm!\" the best that he could. His head began to bob back and forth automatically, and Ernest could feel every powerful muscle in his midsection tensing as Sly did his best to milk the cum right out of his body. There was a new, growing sexual endurance that came along with having such a fit body, and it was one that Ernest had an immediate appreciation for; no matter how hard Sly sucked, no matter how deep he took the cock, and no matter how skillfully his throat muscles gulped around the tip, Ernest seemed to be able to keep himself from reaching climax, extending the period of his pleasure that much further, and allowing him to further survey the other action in the club.\n\nDown on the main floor, there was a male fox bent over a saw horse and tied down with leather straps, with a male horse above and below him, somehow managing to stuff each of their cocks into the waiting anus of the vulpine. A rather feisty looking female wolf was on her knees, slurping and lapping her tongue over the tip of a lizard's cock, and groaning with bliss as his seed rained down upon the bridge of her muzzle and soaked into her cheeks. Multiple couples dotted the main floor, having what was rather plain and vanilla sex for the club they were in, but there was another male horse waiting by a harness for his next \"riding\" victim, and a female red panda in the corner of the floor, strapped to a series of metal beams and forced by a small device to have her maw held open, with the words \"toilet\" written upon her chest.\n\nTruly, if you were willing to pay the price, there was something for everyone at The Barn Yard, and if you weren't lucky, you could even be dragged into something that you [b]weren't[/b] in the mood for.\n\nLucky for Ernest, there was no sexual act that he wasn't willing to try.\n\n\"That's just what we need! A good ol' human cock to finish the trifecta!\" came a loud voice from the crowd. Ernest didn't know that they were speaking about him, and he had no idea what kind of a show he was about to be dragged into...and poor Sly would be coming along for the ride. \"You there, sir! The Adonis that's getting a hell of a blowjob from the genet! We need [b]you[/b] to finish destroying the asshole of this poor little fox!\"\n\nRealizing just how specific the description was, Ernest finally looked over again at the fox that was strapped down to the saw horse, and watched as the horses that were currently sharing his backside made a gesture to him. Ernest didn't think that there was any way the fox could take the two shafts that were in him to begin with, but his muzzle was gagged, preventing him from protesting, even if he wanted to. He could only widen his eyes in fear and watch as Ernest pulled his cock free from Sly's muzzle, much to the chagrin of the greedy feline, and made his way to the floor of the club, never even bothering to pick up his pants. Sly was quick to follow, even going so far as to pout as he watched Ernest take a spot between the two horses, but when the host of the show made himself known, it wasn't long before Sly found himself strapped down to the side of the saw horse as well...awaiting a rather special treatment.\n\n\"[b]Perfect![/b] You guys keep pounding that horny little fox until you're ready to blow...but don't give him the creampie he wants! Instead, give this frisky little genet a cum bath that he'll [b]never[/b] forget!\"\n\nErnest just managed to slip between the two horses, into a position that a straight male wouldn't dare to be caught in, but for a lucky pig like him, this was [b]more[/b] than a dream come true. He could feel the twin shafts of two full, throbbing horse cocks around his own, and somehow, despite the pressure of those same cocks pressing down against his own manhood, Ernest was able to fit his length into the sandwich, and with a little helping thrust from the equines, he was just one of many men who had the pleasure of being inside that particular fox that evening.\n\nThe mental thrill of the moment was greater than any physical pleasure he'd ever known, and the poor horses had been straining just to hold back their climaxes since long before Ernest even made his way into the club. A loud, yelping, and overall muffled groan came from the abused red fox as three cocks assaulted him all at once, thrusting in different times so that he could never quite get used to the sensation of how full he was, and for the first time, Ernest wasn't just in the middle of it, but he felt like he was the star of the show. Even as he finally pulled free from the fox and looked down at Sly with a grin, before stroking the base of his cock and milking a thick, full helping of human cum into the genet's mouth, Ernest couldn't help but think more about how great it felt to be in such a wonderful body, and the perks that came with it...even as long, white, creamy trails of mess spilled down over the face of his new feline friend, aided by the copious helpings of equine mess that came after, leaving Sly entirely painted.\n\nThe night was off to an incredible start, and things were only going to get heavier from there.\n\n\"What do you say, ladies and gentlemen? Thinks these boys have another load left in them?\"\n\n**\n\nIt wasn't long before Ernest was a regular at The Barn Yard again, and just like his first visit, he never had to pay, so long as he agreed to allow some pictures to be taken, knowing that they would end up online. \n\nThat being said, he was also a regular at the local gym now, working out at least twice every day to try and maintain his rigid, powerful physique. He was starting to make a new network of friends, and though he'd known nothing about Gordon Shaw and his previous life, it didn't matter; such a good looking and hard working body was sure to find other work, and he was gainfully employed in his new form within weeks.\n\nThings weren't quite so nice for Gordon Shaw, who woke up in the body of a heavy-set, dirty, homeless pig in an alley. It took him almost an entire [b]month[/b] to stop raving into the late hours of the night about how he was actually a human being, but naturally, no one believed him, and he was only acting as crazy as the other homeless that lived in the alley...so when he said he needed to return home, that was exactly where they sent him. \n\nIt was easily another month before Gordon actually started to adapt to his new body, but it wasn't until much longer than he finally accepted his new form as something that he could appreciate. He'd lived his entire life as a muscle-bound, tall, handsome man...and now, he actually had to try and look [i]past[/i] all of that, to what could make a body like the one he now had something to be desired.\n\nIt wasn't exactly easy for him.\n\n\"It is [i]soft,[/i] though...\" he admitted as he spoke to himself, late one night, nearly a year after the incident where he lost his original body. He spent most nights gripping his flaps of fat and holding onto his chest, once a wide, flat and powerful mass, now reduced to mere, hanging fat.\n\nThere was something odd about squeezing them, though. It was something he could never do in his old, human body, but...it was almost [i]enjoyable.[/i] It was as if there was a pleasure to be had in being groped in such a way that he could never appreciate before, and now, he was able to try it for the first time, and happily so, once he grew used to the sensation.\n\nGrowing used to changes wasn't easy for Ernest or Gordon, and it wasn't all surprising that every now and again, Ernest would return to the alley to participate in one of the low-down, dirty orgies that were a part of his weekly life when he was still a pig. Gordon always did his best to avoid it, but not that evening...\n\n...That evening, the pair that swapped bodies only a year earlier met face to face again, as Gordon mustered up the courage to investigate the sound of a handsome, powerful man having his way with whatever animal happened to wander into the alley. There were all kinds of faces that Gordon recognized in the crowd, but none that struck him so heavily in the heart as the sight of [b]his own.[/b]\n\nErnest recognized his old body immediately, and for a moment, there was a clarity in seeing their old faces again that couldn't be captured in words; an epiphany that perhaps, they'd been [i]meant[/i] to swap bodies with each other, to help them discover what they really wanted out of life.\n\nThere was no one better to learn from than the master, so to speak, and with no clothes to speak of, Gordon was quick to wrap his arms tight around Ernest from behind, even as the former was hunched over another homeless animal, having his way with it.\n\n\"Show me how to [i]really[/i] enjoy this body,\" Gordon whispered, as he leaned over Ernest, looking at parts of his own, old body that he never could have properly seen before, \"And I'll show you secrets about that one that you never would have imagined.\"", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "A world where humans and upright animals live in peace together might sound like a Utopia to some, but just because animals have evolved to the point that they can walk on their hind legs and share a world with human beings doesn't mean that everything is all sunshine and rainbows.

After all, the world is a big, scary place, and evolution alone isn't always enough of a defense against what the world can throw at you.

A prime example of the fact is the way that some people always seem to get ahead in life, whereas others tend to struggle with the world, no matter what they do. The pigs were some of the first to actually be able to evolve and fit in with humans, but at the same time, they were also the first to succumb to the vices of the human world: smoking and drinking in excess, unprotected sex, and processed, unhealthy food, just to name a few.

The sudden exposure to a world of excess and vice, combined with a total lack of self control, meant that most pigs were doomed to a life of begging out of alleyways, sleeping under garbage and enjoying whatever disgusting orgy they could sneak their way into.

Humans acted like they were better than that, of course, but as the present gave way to the near future and the moral fabric of society completely came undone, it was exceedingly rare to find a human being that didn't live just like the pigs they spoke down of. Those who were able to resist the temptations of a lazy, easy lifestyle were easy to identify; they wore tight, form-fitting suits, they worked long hours at a job they had a real passion for, and they took great care of themselves, eating organic despite the rising cost of natural food, and going to the gym on a daily basis.

Gordon Shaw was such a man. Fate blessed him with great genetics, and he ran with them like a bandit. His six foot frame was still considered to be perfect, even in the future, and his body was a solid chunk of muscle, carved from the side of a mountain. In all things in life, he was a passionate man, and his brilliant eyes of jade radiated with unbreakable determination. He was the object of desire for many men and women alike, but as attractive as he might ever be, sex was a vice that he tried to stay far away from, knowing just how easily diseases were spread in an age where unprotected sex was like a game to most people.

His only vice was alcohol...and it would be the rope that ultimately tied him to the very animals he did his best to differentiate from.

"I'm tellin' ya, if we just made the buildings run on treadmills, wit' people runnin' on 'em, no one would ever be fat anymore!"

Gordon was a slave to the poison, and though his active lifestyle helped him to avoid most hangovers, it was no surprise to see him frequenting one of the many bars downtown, even during the week. He was on a first name basis with almost every bartender in the city, and this one, a red fox by the name of Otis, was just about done listening to his ridiculous stories for the evening.

"Sure sounds like it would be a great idea, Gordon, but...where are you going to find enough people to run on that many treadmills?"

"Aw, you jus' don't get it, man..." Gordon droned on as he took another deep, full swig from his glass. His fingers were twisted up into the short fields of his auburn hair, and his elbow against the counter was the only thing keeping his face from hitting the surface and sending the lush off to dreamland.

To be sure, Otis would have actually preferred that Gordon simply pass out, giving him the option to call a cab for the shameless drunk, but Gordon was riding high after a successful day at the office, and it was getting harder and harder for him to pass out from just a few drinks. "I guess I don't, Gordon...and you don't seem to get that you're the only person left in the bar."

The venom on Otis' tongue would be obvious to any sober ear, but a drunken Gordon didn't seem to care that he was the only one still drinking on a Tuesday night. Of course, when Gordon drunkenly asked for another drink, only to look up and notice that Otis was gone, he finally started to get the message.

"Fuggin'...only 12:30 in the mornin'! What kinda bar is this?" he asked, though there was no one there to answer his question. Barely able to stand, Gordon stumbled off from the counter and made his way out the front door, leaving the crafty Otis with just enough time to sneak up behind him and lock the doors, keeping Gordon outside so that he could finally close.

Out on the street, despite being a successful businessman, Gordon simply didn't feel like quite as much of a big deal. His alcoholism was rooted entirely in his needing to feel more important than he really was, and as the rain started to pour from storm clouds overhead, he couldn't have felt like more of a slouch. He simply needed that ego boost to get himself through the day, and though his suit was soaked with rain, his eyes were crossed with drunkenness, and his stomach was getting that much closer to his throat, there was still one place that he always knew he could feel better about himself.

There was a small alley on the way home from the Fox Hole Bar, right on the way to his apartment, and it was always crawling with homeless pigs. Most times, Gordon was sober enough that he would just sneer and keep walking, but this time, with his filter completely drowned by booze, he actually made the turn down the alleyway, ready to let the homeless have a piece of his mind.

His mind, however, wasn't able to keep up with the plan, and as he turned down the alleyway, his legs turned to jelly, and his feet couldn't even hope to find a grip on the slippery sidewalk. Tumbling like a house of cards, Gordon found himself face down in a pile of garbage...but his reaction only stirred one pig, homeless like the rest of them, to come out of his shopping cart.

Ernest wasn't the poorest pig in the alleyway, sadly, but one wouldn't have known it by looking at him. He was in the same situation as everyone else: living in an overturned shopping cart with some cardboard on it to shelter him from the elements, with only trinkets and recyclables to use as currency. His clothes were literal rags, and the only thing that brought him out of his hiding place was the sound that Gordon made when he hit the ground.

If Ernest had one thing, it was an ear for quality, and a knowledge that a full suit of clothes made a different sound when it hit the ground, as opposed to tattered, old jackets and rotten shoes.

"Hmm...he smells nice..." Ernest whispered, as he crawled out from under his cart and sniffed at the unconscious human. Like all people who considered themselves to be successful in the new world, Gordon made sure to focus heavily on his hygiene, and just his presence alone was enough to cover up some of the stench of the alley. It peaked Ernest's curiosity, and the pig gripped Gordon by the shoulders, dragging him down the alley, past all of the other sleeping pigs and homeless animals. "But he'll catch a cold out in this rain..."

Truth be told, despite his poor appearance, Ernest had a good heart, and had all of the best intentions in mind for Gordon as he dragged the human into the shopping cart and started stripping his clothes away. The rain was soaked right into his suit, and he'd easily catch a cold, or worse if he were left in them. Thanks to his drunken stupor, Gordon didn't put up any sort of a fight, and Ernest found it easy to strip the clothes away from his body. His suit coat came off without a struggle, and even as the clumsy tips of Ernest's paws started to unbutton the tight, finely crafted dress shirt upon Gordon's chest, the human didn't so much as stir.

Ernest had a simple mind and a generous heart; he wasn't the type to lust after worldly possessions like a lot of the others of his kind. He was much more concerned with fine dining and physical pleasures when he could actually afford either one, so it wasn't a shock whatsoever when the pig lowered his paws into Gordon's pants to try and ease them away from the muscular, rigid body of the human. What was a bit more surprising, however, was the way that Ernest found himself entranced by the tight, silky, expensive undergarments beneath Gordon's pants, covering up a plenty sizable bulge.

"Woah...those are really comfy!" Ernest assumed, just by stroking a pawtip over them. Gordon still never came to life, so curiosity got the better of the pig, and he continued stripping the pants away from his unconscious body, eager to get the tight briefs off of Gordon's body to give them a try of his own. Ernest had the sense not to sexually assault a sleeping body (not that his current actions wouldn't be frowned upon,) but Gordon didn't seem to mind his advances at all, and given just how excited Ernest was, there would be no stopping him. The overly indulgent part of his personality was controlling his every move, and the deep, russet brown of his eyes grew wider and wider as he pulled the underwear down Gordon's legs, inch by inch, completely ignoring the way that the human's member came exposed.

It took some very careful maneuvering around the expensive shoes upon Gordon's feet, but within moments, Ernest was holding a pair of expensive, fancy underwear in front of him, dealing with a sensation that he'd never experienced before. He'd never felt such a soft fabric in his life, and though he never much cared about clothes or appearances, he couldn't remember wanting anything as much as he just wanted to try them on.

His own clothes hardly stood a chance to begin with. It was easy for Ernest to shrug out of his tattered rags, tossing literal pieces of clothing here and there as he stood up from under his shopping cart. His belly was wide, his arms were flabby, and his odor was impressive, for lack of a polite description, but that was simply the nature of a pig...and now, he was going to defy that very nature, by taking a single taste of the upper crust. He could feel a sensation akin to pride the moment that he stepped one leg into the boxers, and as he stepped in with the other and pulled them up to his body, he could actually recognize the sensation.

It wasn't just pride. It was self-importance.

There was a long, stark moment of clarity as Ernest looked upon his form, and just from trying on a fancy pair of boxers, he felt as though he could take on the world. He suddenly realized just how awful his stench was, and he couldn't stand the way that his body looked.

It helped that he was looking at himself from an outside perspective, something that he didn't quite realize just yet.

"W-wait...wait just a damned minute! How am I still naked? And wh-what...what the hell happened to my junk?!"

Ernest wasn't actually standing in the alley anymore, trying on a pair of underwear. He was sitting under his shopping cart again, stark naked and in a completely new body...and that realization was only just starting to dawn on him, as he gave his abdomen a curious stroke.

There were muscles. Not just ordinary muscles, either, but firm, experienced muscles that came from thousands of hours spent at a gym, and a rigorous diet. A quick squeeze of his bicep showed the same result, and no matter how hard he tensed his fingertips around the mass of flesh, he couldn't smash it down any further, like he could with his old arm. He was stacked, and within seconds, he came to realize how great the advantages of a healthy body really were.

Ernest was in love with his new form, even if he was still just barely comprehending the change that had occurred. Needless to say, there was a moment of shock that was starting to set in...Ernest still couldn't fully believe that he was looking up at himself, and in the process of the body swap, he'd fully traded places with the formerly human Gordon.

Gordon Shaw was fortunate enough to still be drunk in his new form, leaving his knees to buckle, and his legs to give out all over again as the drunkenness of his mind followed him into his new body. Once again a crumpled heap of flesh, Ernest was forced to put his new body to the test, and while he struggled to pull Gordon into the alley as a pig pulling a human, he found that the extreme conditioning of his new body made the reverse a complete and total breeze. With what felt like nothing more than a gentle tug, Ernest pulled the newly swapped Gordon back under the cover of the overturned shopping cart and bothered only to cover up the lower half of his body, putting on the discarded dress pants from earlier.

There were only two things that Ernest truly loved, and with a new, powerful and most of all, desirable body, there was little to stop him from enjoying one of his favorite pastimes.

Once upon a memory, when Ernest wasn't living in the slums and alleys of the big city, he was actually remotely successful, and at that time, his own personal vice was frequenting the myriad of different swingers clubs that could be found around town. Without a proper moral fabric to hold society together, sex became more of a commodity, and it simply thrived in the near future, with little to no regulation on where it could be found, or distributed.

A personal favorite club, perhaps fittingly so, was The Barn Yard.

Ernest could still remember the last time that he set a footpaw in the door, and this time, just for allowing his newly gained physique to shine through, he was never even stopped at the door. Typically, such places were able to charge a small, nominal fee for entry, but with a body like the one Ernest now had, he paid for his own entry in the way that The Barn Yard would be able to advertise with him.

"You're sure?" Ernest asked, as he stood at a small ticket window, waiting to get inside the club, eager and ready to flaunt his new form. "I really don't have to pay?"

"Not a dime," replied the attendant, wearing a Cheshire grin. "We just need you to stop really quick for a photo before we let you in the door."

Digital cameras were on nearly everything in the future, and naturally, the computer that the attendant was standing at had one mounted on the monitor. "Strike your best pose...make sure we get a good, full view of those rippling muscles."

It wasn't entirely natural for Ernest to know what was sexually attractive to the rest of society just yet, but he did have an inkling of how a strong man was to look. He curled his right arm and watched as muscles rose up to the surface of his skin, stretching it out and shaking rain drops from his flesh as he held the pose. The attendant chuckled at just how inexperienced Ernest seemed to be, but he never could have guessed that he was actually a sloppy pig trapped in the body of a successful man, so he simply snapped the picture and made a small gesture, ushering Ernest into the club.

What he saw was a familiar sight, but to those living in the present, it would be shocking, at the very least.

The inside of The Barn Yard wasn't anything too different from a modern day club, as far as decor was concerned. Black tile floors with bright lights overhead gave the entire room a sense of darkness and contrast, to insinuate wild and hot-blooded emotions among the patrons. A wide open floor in the middle of the club would equate to a dance floor in most modern establishments, but in this one...

"H-harder...shove it in there harder!"

"That's it, you little slut...swallow every last drop..."

"That's already two cocks in his ass...anyone want to try for the triple threat?"

Like many of the swingers clubs, this one was a public sex bar, and the dance floor in the middle had long since been converted into a cesspool for the most depraved sexual activities. From tables that surrounded the edges of the club, patrons could sit, order drinks, and watch whatever erotic display their hearts desired...and if they really wanted to spend a pretty penny, they could reserve private rooms, where their darkest fantasies could literally come to life.

In his earlier years, Ernest had been a staple of the club, until he finally ran out of funds to get in the door. Things were really looking up for him now, as he was past the front door without spending a dime, and all eyes were on him the moment he walked down the front hallway and to the dance floor.

All were welcome at The Barn Yard. Gender, sexual orientation, and walk of life were truly irrelevant.

That being said, there were some who were given just a little bit nicer treatment than others, and looking like a gladiator picked straight out of the coliseum, Ernest was about to receive a proper hero's welcome.

"...And just where has this hunk of meat been all my life?"

Needless to say, in a place like The Barn Yard, shame was not just highly overrated, but an afterthought in most conversations. When someone saw something they wanted, they made a move to take it before someone else hogged it all to themselves, even if the average customer was willing to share with others.

The felines, however, could be a little bit greedy, and a short, slinky genet was standing right in front of Ernest, admiring his body without even an ounce of shame and ogling his every muscle like they were hunks of meat at a butcher's counter.

"He's been in the gym, of course...you don't get a body like this by accident," Ernest made up a quick response. He thought that he was lying, but it turned out that he was telling the truth and giving credit to Gordon, who had worked longer and harder than Ernest could ever appreciate to build such a sculpted figure.

"I just hope it wasn't an accident that caused you to wander in here today," the genet replied. Sparkling eyes of green, dotted with golden flecks of mischief were staring right up at Ernest, and a visual feast was never going to satisfy the eager critter. Soft, delicate paws came to rest on Ernest's tummy, stroking the ends of sharp, dangerous claws along his rigid abdomen, until they were hooked right into the expensive boxers that caused him to swap bodies with Gordon in the first place. "May I...?"

The genet was already tugging down on the expensive, fancy dress pants before Ernest had a chance to reply. He was a little nervous to remove the boxers, thinking he might not ever see them again, but even just the hint of the feline's breath on his crotch melted away his resistance to the same, and he eagerly nodded. "Of course...I'd be insulted if you didn't."

A smile as wide as a river spread across the face of the genet as it yanked down harshly upon the finely crafted slacks and nearly tore rivets into them. They were just fortunate enough to stay in one piece, ending up as a pool of expensive cloth on the ground, but the boxers weren't so lucky. Deep claw marks tore through the silky fabric as the greedy feline pulled and tugged, but much to his delight, Ernest stayed in the form that he'd taken, and within seconds, the genet was doing his best to engulf a cock that Ernest had taken for granted.

As if Gordon Shaw needed one more ace in the hole in life, he was hung, and now, Ernest was going to take advantage of that in ways that Gordon never had.

"I'm Sly, by the way," the genet finally gave his name as he pulled back from the tip of Ernest's member and licked his own muzzle clean. Sometimes, in a club like The Barn Yard, even names were a bit of a formality, and truth be told, it wouldn't have made a difference to Ernest if he'd known the name of the genet or not when the night was over. The only thing that mattered to him right now was just how deep Sly was willing to go on his cock, and just how strong his gag reflex was...because Ernest was now gifted with a set of arms that would be far stronger than Sly's ability to pull away.

There was no shame on the part of the pig-turned-human in gripping Sly by the ears and yanking him forward, but there was no shock or pain for the cock-hungry feline as he was tugged, and his throat was speared even further onto the impressive manhood that he was lusting after. There was a mostly silenced squeal of delight as he rumbled playfully around his mouthful, and his paws quickly slipped around to the firm, sculpted backside of Ernest's body, taking a full, tight squeeze of his rump. Even as claws dug into the flesh and Ernest gave a gentle buck forward with his hips, Sly never dared to back away from the tip of his length, even as it gently pulsed and spilled precum right down into his gullet.

"E-Ernest..." he groaned, as he tilted his head back and pushed the mound of his crotch all the way up to the end of Sly's muzzle, letting his sack press against the edge of the feline's chin. "Nice...fuck... nice to meet you..."

Sly closed his eyes and smiled around his generous helping, making a muffled, quiet "Mmhm!" the best that he could. His head began to bob back and forth automatically, and Ernest could feel every powerful muscle in his midsection tensing as Sly did his best to milk the cum right out of his body. There was a new, growing sexual endurance that came along with having such a fit body, and it was one that Ernest had an immediate appreciation for; no matter how hard Sly sucked, no matter how deep he took the cock, and no matter how skillfully his throat muscles gulped around the tip, Ernest seemed to be able to keep himself from reaching climax, extending the period of his pleasure that much further, and allowing him to further survey the other action in the club.

Down on the main floor, there was a male fox bent over a saw horse and tied down with leather straps, with a male horse above and below him, somehow managing to stuff each of their cocks into the waiting anus of the vulpine. A rather feisty looking female wolf was on her knees, slurping and lapping her tongue over the tip of a lizard's cock, and groaning with bliss as his seed rained down upon the bridge of her muzzle and soaked into her cheeks. Multiple couples dotted the main floor, having what was rather plain and vanilla sex for the club they were in, but there was another male horse waiting by a harness for his next "riding" victim, and a female red panda in the corner of the floor, strapped to a series of metal beams and forced by a small device to have her maw held open, with the words "toilet" written upon her chest.

Truly, if you were willing to pay the price, there was something for everyone at The Barn Yard, and if you weren't lucky, you could even be dragged into something that you weren't in the mood for.

Lucky for Ernest, there was no sexual act that he wasn't willing to try.

"That's just what we need! A good ol' human cock to finish the trifecta!" came a loud voice from the crowd. Ernest didn't know that they were speaking about him, and he had no idea what kind of a show he was about to be dragged into...and poor Sly would be coming along for the ride. "You there, sir! The Adonis that's getting a hell of a blowjob from the genet! We need you to finish destroying the asshole of this poor little fox!"

Realizing just how specific the description was, Ernest finally looked over again at the fox that was strapped down to the saw horse, and watched as the horses that were currently sharing his backside made a gesture to him. Ernest didn't think that there was any way the fox could take the two shafts that were in him to begin with, but his muzzle was gagged, preventing him from protesting, even if he wanted to. He could only widen his eyes in fear and watch as Ernest pulled his cock free from Sly's muzzle, much to the chagrin of the greedy feline, and made his way to the floor of the club, never even bothering to pick up his pants. Sly was quick to follow, even going so far as to pout as he watched Ernest take a spot between the two horses, but when the host of the show made himself known, it wasn't long before Sly found himself strapped down to the side of the saw horse as well...awaiting a rather special treatment.

"Perfect! You guys keep pounding that horny little fox until you're ready to blow...but don't give him the creampie he wants! Instead, give this frisky little genet a cum bath that he'll never forget!"

Ernest just managed to slip between the two horses, into a position that a straight male wouldn't dare to be caught in, but for a lucky pig like him, this was more than a dream come true. He could feel the twin shafts of two full, throbbing horse cocks around his own, and somehow, despite the pressure of those same cocks pressing down against his own manhood, Ernest was able to fit his length into the sandwich, and with a little helping thrust from the equines, he was just one of many men who had the pleasure of being inside that particular fox that evening.

The mental thrill of the moment was greater than any physical pleasure he'd ever known, and the poor horses had been straining just to hold back their climaxes since long before Ernest even made his way into the club. A loud, yelping, and overall muffled groan came from the abused red fox as three cocks assaulted him all at once, thrusting in different times so that he could never quite get used to the sensation of how full he was, and for the first time, Ernest wasn't just in the middle of it, but he felt like he was the star of the show. Even as he finally pulled free from the fox and looked down at Sly with a grin, before stroking the base of his cock and milking a thick, full helping of human cum into the genet's mouth, Ernest couldn't help but think more about how great it felt to be in such a wonderful body, and the perks that came with it...even as long, white, creamy trails of mess spilled down over the face of his new feline friend, aided by the copious helpings of equine mess that came after, leaving Sly entirely painted.

The night was off to an incredible start, and things were only going to get heavier from there.

"What do you say, ladies and gentlemen? Thinks these boys have another load left in them?"

**

It wasn't long before Ernest was a regular at The Barn Yard again, and just like his first visit, he never had to pay, so long as he agreed to allow some pictures to be taken, knowing that they would end up online.

That being said, he was also a regular at the local gym now, working out at least twice every day to try and maintain his rigid, powerful physique. He was starting to make a new network of friends, and though he'd known nothing about Gordon Shaw and his previous life, it didn't matter; such a good looking and hard working body was sure to find other work, and he was gainfully employed in his new form within weeks.

Things weren't quite so nice for Gordon Shaw, who woke up in the body of a heavy-set, dirty, homeless pig in an alley. It took him almost an entire month to stop raving into the late hours of the night about how he was actually a human being, but naturally, no one believed him, and he was only acting as crazy as the other homeless that lived in the alley...so when he said he needed to return home, that was exactly where they sent him.

It was easily another month before Gordon actually started to adapt to his new body, but it wasn't until much longer than he finally accepted his new form as something that he could appreciate. He'd lived his entire life as a muscle-bound, tall, handsome man...and now, he actually had to try and look past all of that, to what could make a body like the one he now had something to be desired.

It wasn't exactly easy for him.

"It is soft, though..." he admitted as he spoke to himself, late one night, nearly a year after the incident where he lost his original body. He spent most nights gripping his flaps of fat and holding onto his chest, once a wide, flat and powerful mass, now reduced to mere, hanging fat.

There was something odd about squeezing them, though. It was something he could never do in his old, human body, but...it was almost enjoyable. It was as if there was a pleasure to be had in being groped in such a way that he could never appreciate before, and now, he was able to try it for the first time, and happily so, once he grew used to the sensation.

Growing used to changes wasn't easy for Ernest or Gordon, and it wasn't all surprising that every now and again, Ernest would return to the alley to participate in one of the low-down, dirty orgies that were a part of his weekly life when he was still a pig. Gordon always did his best to avoid it, but not that evening...

...That evening, the pair that swapped bodies only a year earlier met face to face again, as Gordon mustered up the courage to investigate the sound of a handsome, powerful man having his way with whatever animal happened to wander into the alley. There were all kinds of faces that Gordon recognized in the crowd, but none that struck him so heavily in the heart as the sight of his own.

Ernest recognized his old body immediately, and for a moment, there was a clarity in seeing their old faces again that couldn't be captured in words; an epiphany that perhaps, they'd been meant to swap bodies with each other, to help them discover what they really wanted out of life.

There was no one better to learn from than the master, so to speak, and with no clothes to speak of, Gordon was quick to wrap his arms tight around Ernest from behind, even as the former was hunched over another homeless animal, having his way with it.

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