Lost in the Woods: The House of Swine

"Wait!" Wyana cried out, suppressing an involuntary snort. "I... I need to go and get my mandolin! I left it at the house!"

"Heh... nice try, faerie!" the big-breasted female captain replied. "We're not letting you... out of..." Small winged fairies began infecting the captain's mind with rhymes, compelling her to acknowledge the pig-girl they had caught. "...well, okay. But... we're com..." The captain emitted an unexpected snort. "...we're coming with you!"

Her other armored soldiers also began feeling strangely warm as the group returned to the house Wyana had escaped moments before, and the sounds of snorting and squealing could be heard from within. Clearly, the couple Wyana had changed were still enjoying what they had become.

"Why don't you come with me? I'm sure you're allowed." Wyana had a bit of an enticing smile on her face as she curled a finger, gesturing for the slightly heavier soldiers to follow. "Why have a trio when we can be a crowd?"

The porcine couple turned to face the now pink-skinned Wyana as her hooved feet clacked in, leading soldiers with upturned snouts and bewildered looks on their faces. Their armor pieces were hanging off of their bodies and were on the verge of falling off as they emitted oinks and snorts. Above them, glowing motes of light... which were actually small fairies with wings... flitted about above them.

"Well met, sweet piggies! I have come back!" Wyana moved in close to the anthropomorphic couple, all three of them rubbing at their mutually porcine flesh. "These soldiers have lost their will to attack!"

"Why does it... *gnnk* ...feel... sssso warm in here??" the fattened, porcine captain inquired in her confusion.

"As long as... *snort* ...we're here, we have... *oink* ...nothing t-to fear...!" one of the snouted soldiers replied as they shook off the armor pieces that their bodies were now far too big for.

As the amused fairies above observed, Wyana and those that she had infected with the curse fell in around her, lost to the oppressive and lust-inducing warmth that had claimed their senses, compelling them to push aside furniture and obstacles within the home and embrace their new porcine lust and lives.

"We've gone fat, and pink, and porcine!" Wyana exclaimed as she joined her fellow fleshy pigs writhing and snorting on the floor below. "This humble home is now our house of swine!"

A cacophony of grunts and oinks were her only answer as they lost themselves to porcine lust...


Story by The Wandering Talespinner
Artwork by Altercomics-FRANTIC

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