Pig-Suited (Pig TF)

That time of  year had come once more, it was Christmas! I was ecstatic, I loved the atmosphere, the snow outside, and just being around friends and family. I liked the smell of the Christmas tree and the wrapped-up gifts sitting under it. And I had a feeling that this would be my best Christmas ever! I walked down in my house-coat towards the tree. I sipped on a glass of hot cocoa as I made my way towards the gifts. As I walked towards the tree, I spotted my faithful Great Dane, Henry laying under the tree. I gave a goofy dog a nice pet as he barked and trotted off to the kitchen. Looking through the pile of gifts, I found one that I hadn't noticed before. It was a rather large gift box and for some reason it was tempting me. The wrapping paper atop it was pink and it had a very unique design.

This gift stood out to me from all the others, simply due to the fact that I had never seen it before! I don't remember putting this gift under the tree, and I don't remember ever receiving it. I looked at the tag on the box and it said it from someone named "Eric C." Who the heck is Eric C? That was rather odd, I had never heard of such a person! This week has been nothing but odd occurrences from me. Last Wednesday my daily horoscope said I'd get a job on a pig farm, the day after I met a woman who wanted me to roll in the mud. She was a rather beautiful woman as well, but I didn't really have the patience or time to humor her request. And every night this week I've had bizarre dreams where I was watching the world from a pig's point-of-view.

In fact, I had a rather odd one the other night. In said dream, I was putting a roast pig in the oven. As soon as I had shut the door, I soon found myself as the pig in the oven! I was being roasted in the oven and it was one of the most realistic and bizarre dreams I ever had. What was happening to me? It was bizarre to say the least, strange situations like this always put me on edge, I shrugged my shoulders and opened the large box. After tearing off the paper, I opened the box and was surprised at what I found. It appeared to be a pig costume and it looked like it was of very high quality indeed!

I pulled the costume out of the box and was surprised by how realistic it looked. I was surprised by the amount of detail that went into the costume. Heck, the costume even smelled like an actual pig! As I stared at the costume, I remembered something that I thought was forever buried away in my subconscious. I remember as a teenager when I used to work on a pig farm, every day I would be jealous of the pigs who would wallow in the mud and not have to do any work. They didn't have to work about anything, they could eat and play whenever they wanted.

In some ways, I wanted to be a pig. I wanted to be a creature that had true freedom and few obligations. Because of this, I couldn't resist the siren call of putting on the costume. I want to experience a bit of that freedom, especially on a joyous Christmas day such as this. I grabbed the costume and unzipped the back of it. I put my feet inside the costume as I started pulling it on over my body. I pulled it over my rear and hips as foam pig's tail stuck out from my padded costumed behind. My feet were fitted inside of the rather large hooves on the suit as I pulled the fat belly of the pig costume over my torso. I fitted my arms into the front legs of the pig costume and stuffed my hands into the rather large hoofed-gloves. Finally I placed the head of suit over my own as I now strongly resembled an actual pig.

I tried to reach my hoofed hands around to my back to pull up the zipper, but I found that I couldn't manipulate it with these useless hooves. It didn't really matter as I'd be taking this thing off soon enough. The suit resembled a rather large fat suit, I found it hard to move or even stand upright in this thing! On top of that, it smelt even worse on the inside as it did on the outside. It was hard to do anything in this suit! Just as I was about to remove the thing, I heard a zipping sound. I heard a woman laugh from behind as the zipper of the costume was pulled upwards. "There ya go! Now you get the full experience!" The woman said with a cackle, right before giving my costumed body a nice big shove. I became unbalanced and toppled to the ground, landing on my belly in the process. The suit was so bulky, that I found I couldn't even get up!

My cries were muffled by the pig-mask as I struggled to shake the mask off my face. The woman walked around in front of me and I was surprised to find it was the woman before! The woman who asked me to roll around in the mud was now standing before me and I was stuck in this suit now because of her! She smiled and stared at me. "We're just getting started little piggy. Before we go further, I have to make sure this suit is completely irremovable!" She then grabbed hold of the zipper on the back of the costume and with one quick pull, removed the zipper entirely from the costume! I didn't even think it was possible, but I was somehow sealed inside the suit with no escape.

"Now, the fun part begins!" I soon started to feel very weird, as if my body was changing in some gigantic way. I felt my body inside the costume get larger almost as if I was fattening up. My body grew fatter and fatter, becoming very hefty in the process. My torso became so fat that I was afraid the suit wouldn't be able to hold in my expanding girth. Soon enough, another change took place. As soon as my skin touched the inside of the suit, it slowly began to merge with the fabric! Once the fabric fused with my skin, the skin of the costume became one with my body! The pink pig-skin became one with me. The change then moved to my face, which started to balloon up as well. My nose turned into a pig-snout in the process, becoming a larger and chubbier nose in the process. My ears fused with the ears of the costume as they became much larger and floppier. My mouth pushed into the mask of the costume, growing closer and closer to it with each passing second. My mouth pressed into the mouth of the mask, merging with it in the process. The mouth of the mask came to life as I started grunted and squealing. I tried to speak, but this hoggish dialect had overtaken my mouth! I no longer possessed vocal cords to call for help with!

The arms of the suit started to shrink, as did  my own arms! Likewise, my legs shrank along with the legs of my costume. Soon enough, my legs stood at the same length as my arms. The fabric tightened around the skin of my arms and legs as the fabric once again overtook my skin. The skin on my arms and legs were soon replaced with the skin of a very chubby pig. My fingers and toes congealed into the hooved gloves of the costume, leaving me with a set of four very useless hooves in the process. My spine made cracking noises as my body adjusted to a four-legged stance, eliminating my ability to stand up in the process. I waddled about with my new hooves, grunting while in the process. This body felt so alien to me, yet the transformation still wasn't finished. The bottom of the costume tightened around my buttocks. My butt grew larger while this was going on as my skin was overtaken by the costume.

Once the butt of the costume had become my own, I soon found the curly pig tail attached to the costume starting to latch itself to my skin. The curly tail changed from felt to flesh as I found it wiggling around on my backside. Did this really just happen? Did I just really turn into a pig? I waddled over to a nearby mirror and gazed at my reflection. Looking back at me was not my human self, but the visage of a very fat pig! Pink skin, an overtly fat body, a curly spring-shaped tail, all of the signs that I was now a porker! My fat body was rather cumbersome, I found it hard to properly move around in it. My body also seemed to be secreting a large amount of sweat, even though I had barely done anything so far! Just then, the laughing woman came into view. She bent over and gave me a firm hug. "Aw... You're adorable! Oh, how long it has been since I've turned a man into a pig, it must have been centuries!" Wait, did she say centuries?! The woman walked over to the Christmas tree and picked up the discarded gift.

She picked up the tag that was lying on the ground and held it in front of me. To my surprise, the letters on the tag started to shift. The letters switched around from "Eric C." to "Circe". Wait, Circe The Sorceress?! She's just a Greek fairy tail, she can't be real! The woman took her finger and rang it along my chin. "Oh, how long I have searched for someone with a secret desire to be a farm pig. That buried desire that they kept locked away for so long is one of the reasons I seek these individuals out and grant them their true heart's desire!" True heart's desire?! Why would I desire this? Yet, I was thinking about it greatly earlier... No, I must not give into the witch's mindgames! I squealed as I ran away from the witch, attempting to escape from her through the doggy door in the kitchen.  I wasn't thinking very clearly at this point, because I had no plan on what to do to change back once I escaped her! Once I entered the kitchen, I ran straight for the doggy door. As quick as I could I dived straight into it. Unfortunately for me, my fat body could not fit through the door. As I soon as I entered, my fat got stuck in the door! My fat torso was crammed inside the door, I found myself helplessly wriggling my hooves in an attempt to escape. This door was designed for larger dogs, so I must have been really fat to not fit through it!

Suddenly, I heard the sound of dog paws coming towards me. Was that Henry? Maybe my faithful dog knows it is me and has come to help out! That idea was soon squashed as Henry licked my curly tail. Right afterwards, he gave me a huge chomp on my rump! I squealed in surprise as I wiggled about, the dog still latched firmly to my backside! Suddenly, I heard footsteps enter the kitchen "Bad dog, no biting your former master!" Shouted Circe's voice as she pulled the dog off of me. "Now, how do I get a fat pig like you out of the doggy door? Oh, I know! Been a while since I've done this, hold still..." Circe snapped her fingers as my body started to change once more. I found my entire body shrinking, as if I was being compacted into something smaller. My hooves shrank and started to devolve as well, becoming rather underdeveloped-looking in the process. My snout shrank as well, becoming much smaller and drawing itself closer to my face. My body continued to shrink, as my weight disappeared. I dropped the pounds faster than an extreme slim fast diet! My body was becoming much smaller and the doggy door was becoming far less tighter.

My squeals became softer in tone, becoming much quieter as a result. I wriggled my much tinier body out of the door as I looked up at the towering witch Circe. "Oh my, you're adorable!" She bent down and picked me up, cradling me in her arms. "I should have done this from the beginning, you're so much cuter as a piglet!" Wait, I was a piglet?! What surprised me more was the fact that Circe was so nice. In Greek mythology she was an evil witch, but she seemed so kind and nice to me right now! "In a bit, I'll bring you back to my farm! Don't worry, I never cook, kill, slaughter, or eat my pigs! They are all my little buddies! Now..." She said as she turned to look at my dog Henry. "I wonder what we should do with this little guy. Can't leave the poor lil' doggy on his own... I know, let's bring him with us! But first..." She took her index finger and pointed it at the dog. With a grin pasted on her face, she released a magic burst of energy from her finger directly at Henry!

The magic hit the Great Dane and instantly started to change him. His fur started to fall out in clumps, little by little his expertly groomed mane dislodged itself from his hide. Underneath the fur was pink skin, the pink skin of a pig! Henry started to bark angrily, but soon his barks became caught in his throat. They were soon replaced by squeals and grunts. The dog's body started to fatten up as his fur continued to fall out. His wet dog nose soon morphed into a pudgy pig snout as his nostrils grew larger. His long dog tail soon grew much thinner as it slowly started to curl. His ears grew slightly larger as his paws started to morph. His paw pads grew over his paws and encased them, becoming harder in the process. They soon turned into a set of hooves to replace the dog's paws. The former dog fattened up to an insane degree, losing his former skinny frame in the process.

The new fat pig stuck his tongue out as if to pant like the dog he once was. He trotted over to a nearby a mirror and sat in front of it in much the same way a normal dog would. He stared at his porky reflection. He panted as he stared at the pig in the mirror. He started to sniff his reflection, right before taking his tongue and licking the mirror. It took Henry a while to realize that the pig he was staring at in the mirror was actually himself. The former dog squealed with delight as he gazed at his reflection. I've known this dog long enough to know that little fazes him, even being turned into a pig somehow amuses him! "Perfect, every little piglet needs a good father!" Henry as my father? Well, he was a dog with good fatherly instincts. Maybe that skill would transfer over with him? What am I thinking?! I can't be a pig nor can Henry! Pigs are fat smelly creatures and yet... The desire to be one was so great!

That freedom, that carefree form, the ability to eat anything or do anything I want! In a way, it makes for the ultimate Christmas gift! As Circe cradled me in her arms, she started to chant a something. Her chanting altered the interior of my kitchen. The walls turned into wood, the floor became mud, and the doors disappeared. My kitchen was turning into a barn! "You'll love growing up into a nice fat pig here! I feed my porkers lots every day! Speaking of getting fed..." Circe snapped her fingers as a bottle of milk appeared in her hands. "Here! The perfect mixture for newly born piglets!" She held the bottle close to my lips and I found myself unable to stop from latching my lips around it. I started sucking on the bottle as the milked work it's way into my baby pig stomach. I relaxed as the liquid entered my system, all worry and fear fled from my system. Henry watched me drink from the bottle as he laid on his stomach in the mud. Even though I didn't want to admit it, this was the greatest Christmas gift I've ever received! Part of me wanted to deny this form and this life, yet this simplicity and freedom is all I ever asked form. That's when I realized it, what was I denying myself all along was my desires. My desire for freedom, my desire to be a pig. Circe is letting me experience all these things, which is a gift in itself. Today was my new life as a pig, from being baby to adulthood I would experience it all from a new perspective. And in that way, this will truly be my best Christmas ever!