The shower Jessica took after her first blowjob would be the last for a while. She woke up early one morning to the sound of something rooting around the bathroom, followed by the thunk of something getting tossed in the metal waste bin. While the sound wouldn’t have roused her back in her old place, the fact that the wastebin was being used at all was strange enough to pull Jessica out of her bed and set her wandering towards the sound. 
Jessica turned the corner to see Frank’s massive ass struggling through the doorframe into the bathroom, his hairy crack unleashing a torrid bout of flatulence. The pig was holding a handful of stuff in his arms. She couldn’t see clearly what it was, but her wandering eyes soon picked out something that set her blood boiling: all of her shampoos, conditioners, feminine products, and soaps that she’d moved into the shower were all gone. It didn’t take much for her to connect the dots. 
“What. The. FUCK. Are you doing?” she growled out angrily. 
Frank was unperturbed, and didn’t even bother replying until he’d squeezed his way out of the doorway. He turned to face her, holding the last of her beauty products in his meaty arms. “Throwin out some junk.”
Jessica’s left eye twitched. “The one time you actually throw shit out, and you’re throwing out my stuff? I don’t ask for much, pigshit, so what you’re going to do is dig my stuff out of the can and put it back in the shower, or God help me, I will-”
“You’ll fuckin what?” Frank’s voice was ice-cold. Jessica stammered something out, but it was unintelligible. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. You can’t do shit to me, woman, I got all the fuckin power and you know it. From now on, you ain’t gonna shower no more. I like my women fatter, and I like them to smell like me. Got it?”
She stood there gaping at him, mouth working silently as she struggled to process what was going on. “Y-You… you, you can’t do this! Even slaves get to shower, even the labor camp people get to shower! You have no right to do this to me, I’ll, I’ll tell the Council and they’ll come down on your fat ass so hard that-”
“Oh, fuck off!” Frank snapped. Jessica fell silent. “You can’t fuckin tell the Council that I’m enslaving you without tellin them why… and do you really wanna risk them freakin out about your little treason you’ve committed?” He stood there for a long moment, staring Jessica down, but she averted her eyes. “That’s right, sow. This conversation is over, ya hear? Bring it up again, and I tell the Council all ‘bout your little hubby’s plan.”
With that, he turned around and waddled off to dispose of her bottles. Jessica stood there, looking down at her rapidly growing body. Her breasts, once C-cups and the perfect size for her husband’s palms, had now ballooned into large D cups and were threatening to spill out even more. Her once trim and toned belly was long gone, and now she was 185 pounds of jiggling, soft gelatinous fat. If she was going to look like a pig… perhaps it wouldn’t be the worst thing to smell like one too. A year would end soon enough.
———
        Living with a literal pig wasn’t exactly Jessica’s idea of a good life, but she managed to find enjoyment where she could. One of those things were cooking: despite her dissatisfaction with her husband’s constant pussyfooting, she really did love him and one of her favorite things to do was to make him a good meal and watch the look on his face as he ate it. Cooking for Frank was… less rewarding, but rewarding nonetheless.
        The main difference, aside from how grateful he was (because he wasn’t), would have to be the amount that she cooked. Jack was content with a plate, perhaps two, meaning that Jess would only really cook maybe one pan’s worth of dinner each night. Frank, however, was a different story. He would demand veritable feasts each night, and she spent hours slaving away over the stove to meet his needs. 
She usually served him until he finished, but one night, Frank asked her to sit down with her and grab a plate. So she did. 
        The two ate in silence, Jess with her quiet chewing and small bites, and Frank barely bothering to use utensils. She’d cooked Shepherd’s Pie, one of her bread and butter recipes, and though his manners repulsed her, Jessica couldn’t deny that there was a certain pleasure seeing someone devour her food so eagerly. 
        “So,” Frank said between mouthfuls, “when you gonna start eating like I want you to, woman?”
        Jessica grimaced, remembering her first night in the trailer. That torture scene hadn’t been repeated, but it had taken a few weeks for her belly to feel normal again.
        “Well, when you going to fuck me like a pig?” she shot back. The nasty word felt foreign in her mouth, but she was hoping the ‘dirty talk’ would get Frank aroused enough to actually convince him to do it. Then she could get pregnant and get out of this mess. 
        Unfortunately, Frank burst out laughing, half-chewed meat and potatoes splattering across the table and Jessica’s bust. She gagged, but did her best not to wipe it away.
        “Don’t tell me you’re craving Jack, are ya? What, a few weeks away from him making you that desperate? Fuckin pathetic, he’s a shit beta male if I ever saw one. It’s a goddamn miracle he had enough cum to knock you up the first time!” Frank slapped his thighs and guffawed, food still spraying onto the table. 
        Jessica felt her face redden, and, ever the good wife, she glared at the pig. Frank caught her glance and laughed even louder, slamming his fist onto the table. “You’re really fuckin’ in love with him aren’t ya?” he sniggered. “Limp dick boy like that don’t do you no good, not even a skinny rail like you! Honey, what you need is a real man!” He trailed off a moment, a self-aware smile on his face. “Boar, whatever.”
        The glare didn’t let up, and finally he shook his head and sighed. “Look lady, I get you wanna return to that spineless wimp, but I’m not gonna fuck nothing that ain’t the lady of my dreams. And you, Jessica, ain’t that.”
        She didn’t reply. Instead she looked down at her empty plate. Her serving had been tiny, but it had satisfied her. Through her life she’d made it a game to see how small of a serving could make her feel full, and she’d gotten quite adept at convincing herself smaller portions were better. After the stuffing she’d endured the night she had arrived, however, Jessica had found it more difficult to tell herself that she was full, that she was satisfied. And now, facing the prospect of failing her husband if she didn’t eat…
        Jessica stood up and sauntered to the stove, making certain to accentuate her curves. “Well?” she asked. “What do you want for your second course?”
        Frank tipped his head and glanced her over, a single eyebrow raised. “Surprise me. For a skinny girl, you sure can cook.”
———
        Almost every night was an occasion of stress for Jess now — the worry that Frank would pass on impregnating her yet again clouded her mind, but the worry that he would was nearly as strong. Tonight, however, a different thought stressed her out. Frank was going to have friends over for the first time since she arrived. They’d come for a poker night, and she was expected to keep their cups full and bellies fuller as long as they were there. What worried her wasn’t whether or not she could keep up; she was worried that they would recognize her.
        As she was once a pillar of the community, albeit a very demanding one, her sudden absence at community functions and at Council meetings was noted very quickly. Jack had managed to come up with a lie about her being ill, and she wrote letters to her friends frequently enough to ward off suspicion, but it was getting difficult to maintain the status quo. 
Frank inviting friends over posed a danger to her. They were fat, unlikable outcasts like Frank, and unlike Frank, had no resources to make themselves notable. The chances that they’d recognize her from community functions, then, was small, but if she were recognized, the whole charade could come crashing down upon all their heads. Frank kept telling her not to worry her dumb little brain over it, but Jessica worried anyways; she couldn’t allow even the slightest chance of her family’s downfall due to something so banal as a poker night.
        If Jessica were being honest with herself, she might not worry so much. After all, anyone who had known the slim, beautiful starlet before she was enslaved to Frank wouldn’t be able to comprehend her current form. Over the last couple of months, she’d ballooned from a slim 110 pounds at 5 foot 6 to an absolutely porkish 300 pounds. Her once-perky c-cup breasts now were DDs, and even then they spilled over the last bra she’d managed to find that would fit. 
        Were her weight the only changes she’d endured, her friends might have stood a chance of recognizing her, but they were just the beginning. As a result of being unable to wash for months on end, her smooth, pale skin had turned dingy and dark with dirt, and the cellulite that clung to her nearly everywhere only made matters worse. Stretch marks covered her pits, inner thighs, belly and breasts, and in some places there was more purple scar than there was real skin. If she were ever to lose the weight, those stripes would be permanent reminders of her time with Frank. 
Finally, even the clothes that she was able to wear had changed. No longer could she fit into the slimming black gowns she’d once been partial to, and the single mumu that Frank lent her instead only served to accentuate her body’s dumpy new shape. The floral patterns were all but covered up by copious dirt and grease stains. 
Where once she was clean-shaven, the only hair below her head being a neatly trimmed bush, she was now covered in wiry black body hair. She wasn’t as bad as Frank — his was more a mat of hair sometimes — but her pit hair refused to stay beneath her arms, her leg hair seemed more like a pelt, and a considerable amount of hair had cropped up on her chest, belly, and back. That once trim bush between her legs had grown into a jungle, and the need for panties to cover herself down there had long since passed. 
        Despite all these changes, Jessica felt the need to disguise herself even more, and so dug through what makeup she’d managed to save from Frank’s purge of her belongings a few months earlier and made do. She had tried several styles, each one trying to minimize the ugliness that was her fattened face, but eventually she realized she didn’t want to make herself more beautiful, because that would only increase the risk of being recognized. Instead she painted herself up as garishly as possible, with bright blue eyeshadow, neon red lipstick, and overdone blush that made her look perpetually embarrassed. Which, in a way, she really was. 
        Finally Frank’s friends began to arrive, and Jessica found herself judging each one as they filed in. Not a single one of them had deserved to survive the bombs, she quickly decided, and it would have been better for them to die serving their country than to sully the remains of the human race with their existence. Every single one was dumpy and rotund, and the concept of personal hygiene seemed to be non-existent. Though a few of them shaved their faces, the rest of them bore scraggly neck-beards. Despite their hairy and fat physiques, however, none of them came close to the pure depravity that was Frank; to her surprise, Jessica found herself judging them on that, too. If they were going to be disgusting, why couldn’t they be properly disgusting, like Frank was? For all their weight, stink and hair, they were still fully human and practically slim compared to her husband.
        Her captor, she corrected herself.
        The guests sat themselves at the poker table that Frank had set up in the middle of the kitchen, a nice one stolen from the remains of the casino down in the remains of the city.  He hadn’t even had a chance to stain it with food yet, and his friends said as much.
        “Nevermind food, we’re gonna start right on the moonshine, boys,” Frank said with a grin. “Jess! Get the fuck in here an’ fill us up!”
        Jessica cringed at her real name being used, but grabbed the lukewarm pitcher of moonshine and sauntered in, forcing herself to act every bit the happy, trashy housewife. She’d barely opened her mouth to greet Frank’s guests before they began to hollar and cat call her, the closest one grabbing her by her ass and yanking her close. Though she stumbled, Jess barely managed to save the beer from spilling.
        “Hooshit, Franky!” the one who grabbed her exclaimed, “you got yourself a real fuckin looker, didntcha?”
        “Oh c’mon, you know she ain’t fat enough for a stud like me, Tanner!” Frank’s sounded dismissive, but the wide grin splitting his mug told a different story.
        “Whatever,” Tanner said as he dug his hand right between her massive ass cheeks, “plenty enough for all of me, anyway!” 
        Another guest yanked the pitcher from her hands and began to pour his friends a glass while the rest of them yanked her onto the table, each one groping her in a different spot. Jessica yelped and squirmed, but did her best to hide her discomfort as strange hands ran over her belly, her tits, and whoever was at her feet had the audacity to plunge his hand right into her groin, pushing his fingers straight into her cunt.
        “Shit, Frank!” he exclaimed, “you sure you weren’t callin us over to have a lil fun with your wifey?”
        Frank oinked and shook his head, grinning. “C’mon boys, leave the poor girl alone.” Jessica began to sigh in relief, but the pig continued, “Jessy! Get under the table and show my boys a good time while I take all their money!”
        The table exploded into good-natured laughter, while Jessica was shoved off the table to make way for the cards and chips. She took that moment to collect herself; she was a mess. Her makeup was smeared everywhere and wiped off where one man had shoved her face into his moobs, and her mumu was nearly torn off. Both breasts flopped out into the open air, her engorged nipples erect at the sudden cold, and to her horror, her pussy was sopping wet just from the rough fingering she’d endured. It had been so long since anyone had touched her down there that even the slightest stimulation set her on edge. Frank still wouldn’t let her pleasure him more than just a simple blowjob, and he wouldn’t allow herself to masturbate, either. 
        Jessica looked under the table and gagged. Months of giving Frank blowjobs had lowered her standards considerably, but she couldn’t imagine these gentlemen took took good care of themselves between their legs. The thought of giving them all blowjobs made her stomach churn… but still, Frank had ordered her to do it, and she couldn’t say no and risk angering him. She was his slave until her year was over and she’d had a child, and there was no way she’d risk her family now. Not after going so far.
        So, she closed her eyes and crawled under the table.
        The smell nearly knocked her out. It was putrid, reeking of years worth of smeg between the lot, mixed with sweat, fresher cum, and more than a little piss. Frank’s corkscrew cock was already out, and the thickness made Jessica’s throat twinge in anticipation, but she looked around for something else to start her night. All the men had already fished out their cocks, so she could pick and choose the best from them.  
        Not that her choices were all that great. Each one of them had short, stubby cocks that sank into their groin, and a few of them were barely long enough to poke out of their unkempt pubic hairs. What they lacked in length, however, they all made up for in girth. The thinnest of them all were at least as thick as Frank’s cock, and a few were notably larger. Some had foreskins, some didn’t, but by far the most common thing between all of them was the sheer amount of smegma they were coated in. It made sense; not only were these men too disgusting to clean their own cocks, they were also too disgusting to get laid and have women clean their cocks as well. 
        Eager to get it over with, Jessica picked one at random and crawled forward, closing her eyes and plunging it into her mouth. 
        What she tasted surprised her; the smell was as bad as she’d expected, and so was the taste, but somehow… she found herself somewhat enjoying it. After so many months only tasting Frank’s sharp-tasting smegma, Jessica found it almost interesting to ascertain the differences in taste that this new source brought. It was cheesy, of course, but it reminded her of bleu cheese more than anything else. Quite without realizing it, Jessica began to bob her head up and down the shaft presented to her, tweaking a nipple with one hand while scraping the smeg off with her tongue. She kept it in her mouth before moving to the next, just to see what differences yet another new cock would bring. Her mouth watered at the sensation of it.
        Jessica passed the poker night in that way, tasting each cock to judge their smegma before moving onto the next, and the next, and the next, always careful to bring them to the edge of climax before moving on.  She could hear the boys above her getting more and more drunk, and eventually, one of them held a cup down next to his cock for her to drink from. She hesitated, but after a moment, figured that she had already sunk so low: what difference would it make if she were drunk while doing it? So she chugged it in one swig, unaware of how strong it was, and kept on servicing her men. 
        The alcohol mixed with the addictive smeg to turn her mind into a blur, and soon not only was she enjoying sucking the cocks for the taste of the smeg, but now for its own sake. The fact that she had so much power over them just because she was sucking their cocks turned her on, and with her inhibitions washed away in a flood of burning booze, she wasn’t afraid to admit it to herself. After being proper for so long, playing the slut for a night didn’t seem like such a bad idea, and as the night went on, she encouraged them to reach down and give her ass or tits a good grope as they played. The boys complied, and by the time the game finished, each one, including Frank, was riled up to the point of desperation. 
        It was only then that she crawled out from under the table. She was certainly worse for the wear; smegma coated her lips, nose and chin, as well as copious amounts of drool, and at some point she’d just threw her mumu off and serviced them all in the nude. Her makeup was in absolute ruin, and her glazed eyes held only lust in them.
        “W-Well, c’mon… b-boys,” she slurred as they stared at her in bemusement. “A-Aren’t you, aren’t you gonna have a lil’ fun? C’mon, I’m dyyyin here!” With that, she fell to her side in a giggling fit.
        One of the men stood out of his chair to have his way with her, but Frank held up a hoof like hand. “Her cunt and ass belongs to me, y’hear? Ain’t no one touching that ‘til I do, and I ain’t doin that til she’s perfect.” At the pleading looks of his friends, he grinned a bit. “But I don’t see no issue with y’all using her throat and cumming on her face. Might make her makeup look a little prettier, y’know?’
        One of the men cleared the table while another helped Jessica to her feet, and before long they had her sprawled out on the table, tits splayed out to the side and head hanging off the edge, the perfect height for cock. A line formed at her head, and one by one each slob took turns fucking her throat. She was barely conscious for it, and when her gag reflex was triggered she barely even glurked. 
        One by one they each had their turn with her mouth, but she stopped every one of them just before they came. Though their frustration was evident, a glare from Frank set them straight. “You’re gonna glaze her, not stuff her. That’s something only I can do,” he growled at them. Instead, they occupied themselves by suckling on her tits, groping at her fat cunt, or otherwise toying with her body. She didn’t care; even the sensation of a simple finger running across her skin was enough to set her off at this point, and with each passing cock, she grew more and more desperate. 
        Finally, the time came for Frank to satisfy himself with his breeding mate. He lined up his corkscrew cock with her throat and plunged in, pushing up to the hilt on the first try. Jessica’s eyes rolled back, and he began to use her like a toy, thrusting in and out with no regard to her wellbeing. She gripped at his ass for stability, barely even noticing as her pudgy hands sank into his flank.
        With the stimulation of the night and the alcohol combined, it wasn’t long before Frank began to pant. “C-C’mon boys, let ‘er loose!”
        They didn’t need more convincing. Almost at once they lined up around her, jerking their cocks as fast as their hands could manage, and in seconds the moaning began, eyes rolling back and hips jerking as each one reached climax. Thick, white ropes of smeg and cum mixture splattered across her face, tits and belly. The smell finally pushed Frank over the edge, and he groaned as he unloaded deep in her throat. Jessica rubbed the cum into her skin, revelling in the chunky texture; her mate’s nasty cum jetting down her throat was the final straw, and she let out a gurgling scream as she came for the first time in ages, splattering the green velvet with tainted cum. 
It soaked in quickly, leaving a sizable stain which was soon expanded as their cum and her sweat rolled off her body, soaking in as well. Everyone in the room spent, the men pulled back to recover, panting. Jessica passed out there on the table, the exertion simply too much for her.
        Frank looked her up and down, feeling impressed at her performance. He hadn’t expected so much out of her, and seeing her fully naked for the first time in a while, he began to appreciate just how piggish she was beginning to look. Hell, she was almost on the lower end of what he’d consider fuckable. Then, his eye caught the beginnings of something interesting; a row of faint markings were beginning to form on her belly and just below her breasts. In a passing glance he thought them to be warts or crusted food but upon further inspection they resembled small budding nipples.
        Perhaps he was rubbing off on her, in more ways than one.
———
        As the noontime siren went off far in the distance, Jessica was sitting on the toilet, struggling to push out a particularly stubborn log of shit. It was a place she was spending more and more time as of late; due to her exercise, peckish eating habits, and generally healthier diet, she hadn’t had any issues going to the bathroom before coming to Frank’s. As her body struggled to adjust to the fatty, sugar-filled ‘diet’ foisted upon her by her semi-captor, she found it harder and harder to go. Sometimes it would all come out sloppy and quick, then take ages to wipe away, and sometimes she could sit there for hours, unable to get up but unable to finish shitting either. In every case, it stunk to high heaven.
        There was a knock at the door, jolting Jessica out of her thoughts. “Ya nearly done in there?” came the annoyed growl.
        Jessica suppressed a sigh. “No!” she called back. “You know how I’ve been lately, I’m stuck on here. It’s your goddamn diet! If I were allowed to choose what I ate, you might not have to wait so-”
        Frank threw the door open with a huff, poking his head in. “Jesus, lady, you reek!” But he had a grin on his face as he said it. “Sorry, I couldn’t hear ya. Now why the fuck you still on the toilet?”
        “I told you, it’s your damn diet,” Jessica replied curtly. “Now get out of the bathroom, give me some privacy.” The girl was beet red; she wasn’t used to anyone being in the room with her as she used the bathroom, having refused even Jack entrance. Even though Frank was a slob and didn’t care in the slightest, the fact that he came in on her while she was doing her business embarrassed her.
        The pig rolled his eyes. “You know I ain’t changin what’s cooked. How long ya gonna be? Papa’s gotta go!”
        Jessica curled her upper lip. “If I knew I’d tell you. Just get out! You can shit outside for all I care.”
        He stood there for a moment, narrowing his eyes and staring down at his breeding mate. If he had known what a pistol she was going to be, he might have insisted on taking the daughter. Hell, he might have decided against his whole plot in the first place and just fucked her and left. The bitch was uppity, snobby, and worst of all, a tightass. Who cares if the door’s open when he’s shitting? Her, apparently. Who cares if the dishes were left out, or the food was slightly old, or if there were rats in the trailer and ants in the kitchen? Apparently it was her! Sure as hell wasn’t him. And now her delicate little body was keeping him from shitting in his own toilet, in his own house. The nerve of her…
        And then, a thought came to him. His lips curled into a grin, and before Jessica could even realize what was happening, Frank turned around and yanked down his pants, exposing his massive, gargantuan ass cheeks. He backed up onto the toilet, shoving his rear in her face and spreading himself wide, so that his gaping brown pecker drooled inches from her lips.
        “Lick up, bitch, you’re taking too long! If I can’t shit, you can at least clean me up!”
        Jessica didn’t even have time to start retching before he plunged his ass against her face, pressing her lips against his warm hole and enveloping her in his pillowy cheeks. She screamed into his fat rolls, thrashing and flailing herself around in an ineffectual attempt to escape. The feeling of grease, sweat, and more than a little shit against her face made her stomach churn, and what little air she could manage was tainted with his nasty stench, sharp and earthy. She couldn’t see anything, and for that she was glad.
        No matter what she did to try and dislodge him - squirm, push, even bite - Frank stayed still, confident that, in time, she would figure out that the only way she was escaping was to just give in and do what he ordered. And, eventually, he was proven correct. Jessica grimace, steeled herself, and began to slurp at his sweaty hole, running her long tongue up and down the wrinkly ring and pushing deep to dislodge stubborn bits of shit and debris. She eventually fell into a rhythm, bobbing her head back and forth to push her tongue deep into his hole to clean it while bracing herself with two gentle hands against his cheeks. 
        By the time Frank pulled away, his ass was the cleanest it had been in ages, and her face was absolutely caked in unfathomable brown filth. Her jaw gaped and her tongue lolled out, and her eyes were glazed and unfocused. She said nothing as he lumbered out of the bathroom. When she finally got ahold of herself, Jessica left the bathroom without wiping or flushing
        In the toilet were three massive logs of shit that had crackled out of her as she relaxed into the routine of worshipping his ass..
        
———
        Not long after the poker incident, Frank invited Jack over for dinner. Jessica begged him not to, but he did it anyways; she didn’t want Jack to see her in her current state, fat and slobby, and besides, some part of her felt guilty for pleasuring Frank and his boys and enjoying it. It was her job to eventually fuck Frank… but there was nothing that said she had to suck off all of his friends, too. It felt like a betrayal, and if Jack ever found out, she knew he would think the same thing. Her greatest fear was that Frank would spill the beans and ruin her marriage with Jack.
        To her horror, Jack accepted. He was eager to see his wife after such a long time away.
        He arrived the next day, and Jessica prepared a feast for him. To her surprise, the sight of her didn’t make him gag or even look disgusted; Jack had expected Jessica to gain weight to pleasure the pig, and he’d gotten enough glimpses of her through the window to know what a sorry state her personal hygiene was in. He had guessed, correctly, that Frank was making her stop bathing. Besides, he loved Jessica with all his heart: nothing minor like physical attractiveness could put him off from her.
        The dinner went well, and the three even managed a polite, if awkward conversation, as if none of this was strange, and things were just as they should be. Things were going well… until Jack made a sly comment about Frank’s body odor.
        Frank stared at him. “...you think I smell?”
        Jack turned red; he’d assumed that Frank was proud of it, and felt secure enough to poke fun at the fact. “N-No!’ he stammered, “I, I just mean, I don’t-”
        Frank raised his hand, and Jack cut off. “No,” he said after a long pause, “you’re right. I do smell.” He began to grin. “Jess! Clean me up!”
        Jack looked at Jess in horror, but Jess got up without a second thought. She’d done it several times by this point, and though Jack was there, she was so used to it that she didn’t give it a second thought. She just dropped to her knees, clambered up Frank’s chest, and began to slurp at him, focusing on his pits and beneath his massive moobs.
        It was bad enough that his wife was giving another man a tongue bath in front of him, using her hair to soak up sweat, drool and old cum… but what made it worse was that halfway through, Jessica began to moan. She hadn’t noticed, but over the last few months, nasty flavors began to turn her on. Before long, her pussy was sopping wet and she was fingering herself unconsciously, all because she was worshipping a pig’s nasty, sweaty pit.
        That was the last straw: Jack gagged and ran out of the house. Jessica looked up idly, wondering where he was going, but Frank just shoved her into his pit again, and those troublesome thoughts burned away. 
———
        Jessica and Jack had almost no contact for the next few weeks, and every day he was away from her, Frank corrupted her further. Jack knew this, but he couldn’t bring himself to go back to his wreck of a wife. Even though Frank asked him daily to come over and ‘have dinner’ again, Jack continually denied the two. Eventually, though, his curiosity got the better of him (along with his desire to make sure his love was doing well), and he set a date for lunch. 
        When he arrived, he found Jessica worse than he’d ever thought possible. She’d gained at least thirty pounds since he’d last seen her, and had undergone a whole change of style. No longer did she do her makeup with immaculate care, but instead slopped on as garishly as possible. It turned Frank on, and she reasoned privately that the more turned on he was, the more likely he’d fuck her cunt. The same reasoning justified her clothing choices. No longer did she wear the mumu he’d provided, but instead wore panties, sheer bras, and little else. Just so he’d fuck her. Deep down, however, she knew the truth; the fact that he was attracted to her even when she was so disgusting drove her wild with lust. 
        “J-Jesus…” Jack murmured.
        Jess couldn’t help but smile a little bit, flushing beneath her makeup. “Y-You like what you see?” she said hopefully.
        Her husband didn’t respond. The smile had nearly faded from her lips when Frank let out a grunt. “C’mon,” he said, “pose for your hubby, babe. He jus’ don’t see it the right way.”
        With a short squeal of excitement she nodded, turning around and striking a pose so her massive, gelatinous ass jiggled inches away from Jack’s face. It was all he could do not to vomit; the smell combined with the sight of her ruined body made his stomach churn, and it was his life for his wife that kept him from rushing out then and there. He knew he’d hurt her when he had stopped coming around, and he was determined to make things right. No matter what.
        “Ain’t she pretty?”
        Jack blinked, jerked back to reality by Frank’s question. “H-Huh?”
        Frank stared him down, his face blank. “I said… ain’t my fat sow pretty?”
        Silence hung in the air for a long moment. Jack glanced between Frank’s stoney gaze and Jessica’s hopeful one. He wasn’t a liar, but… for his wife. “Well…” He heaved a quiet sigh. What could he say that wouldn’t give his hesitation away? Already, the longer he waited the worse it would be.
“W-Well yeah, I think… I think she’s pretty,” he murmured, then added ‘on the inside’ to himself. 
        Frank said nothing, but Jess’ smile gave Jack all the validation he needed. Frank snapped his fingers and Jessica relaxed, turning around and flopping down on the sofa behind her. The poor chair creaked beneath her weight. Jack sighed as the horrid stench of his wife was finally taken away from him, and he could focus on pretending everything was alright. 
        “Y’know, I ain’t too sure you was bein truthful just then,” Frank said suddenly. 
        Jess and Jack looked up, equally confused.
        “But… Jack can’t tell a lie,” said Jessica. “I’d have known if he did, he’d be stuttering and squirming in his seat! There’s no way he could sneak one by me.” She shot him a warm glance, one that reinvigorated his affection for her. “After all, he’s my one and only. We connect.”
        Jack nodded quietly, not trusting himself with actual words at the moment.
        Frank gave Jack a long, hard look before shaking his head. “Y’know, maybe you’re right, hon, but… I just don’t know. Why dontcha see if ya can’t turn him on?” Jack looked at Frank in horror. “After all… if he thought ya looked nice, you’d be able to force a stiffie from him wouldn’t ya?”
        Her husband opened his mouth to object, but Jessica swept right in with a chuckle and squelched any chance he had of getting out of this. “Well, of course!” she cried out as she stood up, using the table to help herself. “Makes sense, don’t it?” Jessica a few months back might have protested at turning her husband on in front of Frank. That Jessica was gone, replaced by one for whom this was just a normal, casual thing to do. 
        Jack, on the other hand, still had his moral qualms with the idea, and so when Jessica bent down in front of him to give him a good look at her ginormous cleavage, he froze in a panic. She jiggled them, rolled her chest, tried everything that she knew would once drive him insane with lust, but nothing she did seemed to make any difference; Jack simply stared blankly at her, trying to block out the new reality of Jessica’s body and imagine what she once was. It was difficult, but he could just barely envision her as she was before this whole incident began. 
        On the other hand, Frank was just fine enjoying Jessica as she was now. It wasn’t only that her body was a massive, greasy, sweaty blob, because while he was into that, he could get that anywhere really. He had quite a BBW collection going on in his porn stash. No, his grin was because of the small details neither of the couple could see; the bulges running down Jessica’s chest and belly that Jack dismissed as fat rolls, but Frank knew to be fully formed breasts; the way her panties had a slight bulge at her tailbone; the way her nose was swelling and flattening, just like his had when he was undergoing the transformation. And while Jessica thought her pink skin was from high blood pressure, Frank knew the truth; she was irrevocably his sow, in the most literal sense possible. 
        He let the two go at it a while, watching Jack squirm in his seat and struggle to fake his arousal. The pig grinned. “What, ain’t you likin it, Jacky-boy? C’mon, she’s yer wife! Jess, git to pleasurin’ your boy for real.”
        Words of protest died on Jack’s lips as Jess tore his pants down without hesitation, burying her husband’s half-hard cock in her warm, slobbery mouth. She sucked like a shop vac, noisy and wet, while darting her long tongue down to cup his balls in the process. He was admirably endowed, above average yet not painfully so, and she had little trouble taking his entire length down her throat. Judging by Jack’s reaction and the way his cock instantly hardened, it wasn’t a thing she was able to do before. 
        The couple fell into a rhythm, Jack thrusting up as Jess bobbed her head down, and soon enough Jack was able to forget his wife enough to simply enjoy the sensation of it all. He was beginning to think that perhaps Frank’s influence hadn’t been all bad… although he certainly would have avoided it, had he been thinking. Jess, on the other hand, was going wild. Memories of the poker night flashed through her mind, and it made her cunt sopping wet. She found herself wishing Jack’s cock was as nasty as theirs, and had to settle with her tongue lapping at his sweaty balls. 
        Frank watched the whole time, standing behind Jessica like a shadow looming over her, a predator waiting to strike. Jack was painfully aware of his presence the whole time, and that was the only thing keeping him from finally climaxing. Just the thought of Frank bedding his wife dulled his pleasure enough that he simply couldn’t manage it, which only made Jessica work his cock harder. She took it as a point of pride that she could make most males cum in mere moments, so the fact that her own husband was taking a while irked her. Every time he got close, Frank would do something - chuckle, grope himself, even just fart - and Jack would be knocked out of the moment.
        Finally, the pig cut all pretenses and plodded up behind Jessica, yanking her panties down. He dragged one finger through her cunt, lifting it against the light to see her thick pre shining on his skin. Then, licking it off, he eyed Jack with a wide grin. “Y’know, I ain’t fucked her in the cunt yet. Time’s running out to knock her up, but she ain’t been up to my standard yet. Plus, y’know, I kinda left it for you, like, yer her hubby, so it should belong to you, right?” Frank trailed off, his smile growing sinister. “...you wanna see how a real man fucks?” he said.
        Jack paled and shook his head. “P-Please… c’mon, you already ruined her, c-can’t you just wait until—”
        It was too late; Frank was past the point of listening to someone like Jack. He grabbed Jess forcefully by the hips, eliciting a yelp and a giggle of pleasure from her, before lining up his corkscrew cock with her cunt and simply plunging in.         
Jessica arched her back and gasped, eyes rolling into the back of her head from this entirely unexpected honor. The pain of such a thick cock shoved into her cunt without so much of a hint of foreplay or prep was overridden entirely by the mental pleasure of Frank finally choosing to take her properly. She didn’t know just how much she’d begun to look forward to this moment until it was here, and now that it was, she just slumped forward into Jack’s arms. All she could do was focus on the searing sensation of cock plunging into her cunt for the first time in ages, and all thoughts of her unfortunate husband beneath her faded from her mind. 
The unholy sounds of her squeals filled the air, mixed with Jack’s whimpers and Frank’s sparse, low grunts. For the other two, this was a life changing experience, but for Frank, he couldn’t be bothered either way. Jack did his best to keep thrusting into Jessica’s throat, desperate to keep his erection going, but staring at Frank’s massive belly flopped onto his wife’s portly backside was the final nail in the coffin, and he quickly found he was unable to perform. 
        Instead of fucking his wife, he found himself trying his best to keep Jess calm during what he hoped to God was a terrifying experience for her. Given her reaction, though, it was becoming harder and harder to convince himself of that. The empty, drooling look on her face was one of pure pleasure, and there was no mistaking the noises coming from her. They weren’t the groans and whines of someone getting raped, but of someone having the time of their lives. 
Despite it all, Jack steeled himself and held Jess in his arms, keeping her close to his chest. Perhaps Frank had ruined her, perhaps he’d made her so desperate that she just craved his cock, but it all was born out of love for her family, wasn’t it? Out of love for Jack. It killed him to see her like this, but he knew that with Frank finally fucking her cunt, the torture was coming to an end, and after the birth, they could set about fixing Jessica back to what she was before. And all Jack had to do was power through just a few more minutes of his wife getting fucked by another man, and all the grunting, moaning, and whining that came with it.
And oinking.
Jack froze. Oinking? He almost convinced himself that he was hearing things, but just as he was beginning to relax he heard it again. He briefly tried to convince himself it was coming from Frank, but Jessica’s oinks were different; they were delicate, gentle, but with a clear undertone of depravity. And as the seconds passed they came more and more often, soon overtaking her moans and whimpers to become the sole sound she was able to make. Jack held his wife in his arms but looked down in growing horror as the realization dawned on him. The fat, the skin, the oinking… something had gone horribly wrong. 
He was given scant time to absorb what was happening; Frank’s grunts grew quicker and louder, and before long he let out a yell of pleasure, thrusting balls deep one final time and shaking as his balls pulled up and an explosion of white pig cum torrented deep into Jessica’s cunt. The sudden heat filling her womb made Jessica pull away and squeal shamelessly like a pig, exposing her rows of thick breasts to her husband at the same time. Jack stared at them, stunned, and as the two pigs came down from their orgasmic highs, the truth began to occur to Jessica, too.
She shared a long, horrified look with her husband before pulling away from Frank. Before the boar could do a thing, Jack took her by the hand and ran out of the trailer and back into the house. She was naked and drooling cum from her snatch for all the world to see, but that didn’t matter to them; all that mattered was getting her back home and figuring out what the hell was going on. 
———
        For the first time in months, the whole family was gathered in the living room, but what should have been a cause for celebration was instead a silent funeral. Jess sat on the armchair, still naked and drooling cum. Elise sat on the couch, unable to look her mother in the eye. Only Jack stood, looking between the two pensively. While he wanted to scold Elise for dressing in black, on the day they finally took her mother back into the fold, he couldn’t. It was, after all, a funeral. The realization that the old family they had died. 
        “W-Well... “ Jack began, but his voice broke. Elise and Jessica both looked up at him. He couldn’t meet either of their eyes. 
        “Well,” he began again, “I won’t pretend things are amazing. Your mother, Elise, it seems… well, it seems she’s turned into a pig.” Elise stifled a sob. “N-Not a real pig, but one like our neighbor, Frank.” The name rolled off his tongue like acid.
        Jack took a deep breath and forced himself to meet his family’s gaze. “I don’t know what we’re going to do, exactly, and I doubt this sort of thing is fixable. But, even though she looks different, she’s still your mother, and, Jessica… you’re still the woman I love. Looks are passing, but we have to remember, family is forever. Once your mother’s pregnancy has passed, we can go on being a family.”
        He looked around the room once more. Neither woman seemed encouraged by his words. It was hard to blame them. Neither was he.
        “S-So… so I think the best thing to do right now is to-”
        The sharp banging on the door interrupted Jack, and everyone quietly sighed in relief. Whatever was at the door, it couldn’t be worse than trying to pretend that everything was going to be alright. After a moment’s hesitation, Jack nodded towards his family. “Stay put. I’ll go check who it is.”
        Before he could reach the door it burst open with a clatter, and Frank barged into the room. He looked around frantically, only relaxing once he saw Jessica cowering in the chair. The pig began to stride towards her, only to stop once Jack stepped into his way.
        “Get out,” he said flatly.
        Frank’s brows furrowed, and after a moment he began to laugh. “Jack, bud, now’s not the time to grow a pair. I’m here to collect my sow so we can get back to fuckin.” 
        Jack and Elise both turned a deep shade of crimson, but Jess just squirmed quietly in her seat. Jack puffed out his chest and took a step towards Frank. 
        “I said… get out. You aren’t going to ruin my family any longer. You came inside her, so she’s going to spend her pregnancy here while we do our best to fix what all you’ve done to her.”
        The pig shook his head. “Jack,” he warned, “don’t press me. I”m a pig of very little patience, and I’m here to collect my breeding sow. You wouldn’t want The Council called in to settle this little dispute, would you?”
        Though his voice was weak, his response was strong. “Frank. Get the fuck out of my house and off my lot.”
        The two men stared hard at each other for a while, the dare to be the first to make a move hanging heavy in the air. It came to a point that it seemed none would, until Frank opened his mouth. 
        “Both of them.”
        The request took the whole family by surprise.
        “W-what?” Jack sputtered, taking a step back.
        Frank stepped forward in kind. “I’m taking both of them. Or I’ll tell The Council.”
        Jack shook his head desperately. “N-no. No! You can’t do that, if you call The Council, all they’ll see is a ruined woman and a pig trying to take what’s not his. With all our words against yours, there’s no chance it’ll stand in court, and your property will be seized before you’re sent off to the labor camps. As long as we stand as a family, we’re unstoppable.”
        He had expected his bold words to wipe the smirk off that smug pig’s face, but instead Frank’s grin grew even wider, and he wasn’t even looking at the human. Confused, Jack glanced over his shoulder. His wife had stood up.
        “...Jess?”
        Jessica crossed her arms and took a good, long look at her husband. “...no.”
        Jack blinked. “What?” he asked for the second time in as many mintues.
        She squared her shoulders. “Sorry Jack, but no. Your family isn’t going to stand behind you.”
        “M-Mom?” stuttered Elise, jumping to her feet. “What are you..?” 
        A hard glare shut Elise up.
        “B- But… Jessica, Jess, w-we, we can win this! Together we can stand up to Frank and take back our lives, we can-”
        “No!” Jessica snapped, snarling at her husband. “Fuck, Jack! The time to grow a spine was months ago, not now. Look at me! I’m fat, ruined, I’m literally a fucking pig! There’s no going back from here. There’s no fixing this, and there’s no recovering our family. The time to act has passed, Jack, and you failed to do it. I’m a smart woman, so I’m going to pin my hopes on a real man, one who can take care of me and Elise, one who can provide and get a goddamn seat on The Council while he’s at it.”
        Jack gaped, backing away from Jess and right into Frank’s chest. The pig wrapped his thick arms around the man, holding him in place as Jessica stalked forward. “So here’s what’s going to happen; Frank’s gonna take his pants off and sit on your face, and I’m going to make Elise drink my milk. Then, she’s going to get fucked by Frank and knocked up just like me, all while you can’t do a thing about it. We’re going to keep fucking until The Council’s police force comes, and you’re going to be taken away to the labor camps so you can finally be fucking useful.”
        Jack opened his mouth to protest, but it was too late. Frank pushed him onto the ground and disrobed himself with one smooth motion, and before he could even take a breath Frank’s massive, meaty ass smothered his face. It didn’t take long for him to get hard, and Jessica grabbed Elise, who stood gaping at the whole display, and forced her lips onto her leaking nipples. It only took a few drinks before Elise was too sedated to fight back, and so her mother plunged her down onto Frank’s cock, forever sealing her fate as a breeding sow. By the time Frank came, the police force had arrived, and carted away an unconscious Jack after little convincing.
        In weeks, Elise was as fat and piggish as her mother, and both of them were pregnant. The news of Jack’s downfall shocked the community, as did the reintroduction of the two women as sows, but they adjusted quickly, and soon Jess and Elise’s filth was accepted as normal. Frank moved into Jack’s home, where the three began a new, better family. In a few years the place was crawling with piglets, and by the time Jack’s sentence was up, they’d completely forgotten about him. Jack’s time in the community was over.