The following is a short tale involving fetishes such as scat, mind control and transformation of human to pig. If that turns you off then turn away now.

Andrew and Steven grew up together, the closest of friends they had always been hanging out with each other and causing problems. It wasn’t unheard of that the pair would be escorted back to their homes by the police after a night of underage drinking and trespassing. It was on one such night that would lead to their friendship escalating to a level that would have been unimaginable and revolting to the pair. Andrew and Steven were blind drunk, totally smashed and if that wasn’t any worse, they were lost in the fields outside of their home town having taken a wrong turn after getting out of a taxi.
“It’s...this way.” Insisted Andrew, the least drunk of the pair he had lead them over a metal gate into a field, full sure that after passing through the field they would find their way back to their individual homes, but after nearly an hour of walking, Steven was starting to become impatient, stumbling through the tall grass and following Andrew. “Dude...does...do you even know were we are?” He asked angrily, swatting away the flies while he covered his nose with his other hand. Andrew was starting to sober up, confronting the fact that they might indeed be lost but not wanting to admit to the fact that it was he who had gotten them lost.
To make matters worse they were also getting completely exhausted, the long drunken walk took an abundance of energy out of them and Steven felt like he was on the verge of passing out. Andrew was about to confess that they were lost when Steven raised his arm and pointed out in front of them, a small disused barn. “H...hey, we can...rest...in there.” Steven exclaimed excitedly before running unevenly through the field towards the barn. Andrew blinked before following him towards the barn, his nose wrinkling as the scent of slurry and farm animal filth became worse. The barn certainly looked disused but the stink seemed far too fresh.
“Be careful dude, something seems off...” Andrew said after a few moments, looking around to make sure that they hadn’t trodden in cow shit or something. He followed Steven who had propped himself up against the door of the barn, breathing in heavily and staring towards the sky in his drunken stupor. “What...are you talkin’ about?” Steven asked, looking back towards Andrew as he wiped the sweat from his brow, thinking to himself that he would murder someone for a bottle of cool water. He didn’t let him finish, instead he started to pry the old wooden boards from the barn door, the nails rusty and the wood rotting. It was an easy job and with the fourth and final board pulled off Steven started to pull open the old door, managing to crack it open before he pulled back and fell on his back, gagging, nearly vomiting. Andrew rushed up and helped him up before he too started to splutter and cough. There was a horrendous stench inside the barn that was making him nauseous. It smelt like something died in there, something with a bad case of the shits.
“Christ, what the fuck is that?” Andrew asked with a look of disgust on his face as he managed to help Steven back to his feet. Steven was still heaving and trying not to puke his guts out, standing up straight at last and turning away with a look of curiosity on his face, the stench was horrible yes, but what was causing it. Steven wouldn’t usually care where such a horrible scent was coming from but there was something building inside of him, a need to know what that terrible odour was. He pulled away from Andrew and made his way back to the door, still stumbling as he pulled the door again, finding strength deep within to open it up fully.
Andrew simply stood by and watched with his own morbid curiosity, wondering why his friend was opening that damn door, the odour was getting stronger with every passing moment and Andrew was finding it difficult to keep it out. He tried to stand back, to walk away but he only managed to take a step forwards, and another one, and another until he stood beside his friend looking inside of the dark barn. “What do you think is inside?” Steven found himself asking as he turned to look at his friend before staring back into the barn, he felt like he was looking into a deep abyss, staring over the edge of forever. Anything could be inside and that was what seemed to drive Steven as he stepped over the threshold into the foul smelling barn while Andrew watched.
Steven fumbled in his pocket and fished out his phone, holding it up and activating the flashlight app so that he could have some idea of what was inside the old barn. He switched it on and looked around and felt disappointment welling up inside of him. There wasn’t a dead body or anything strange, just an old rusty through filled up with murky water. “There’s nothing in here Andrew.” Steven called back to Andrew from within the barn as he moved closer to old metal contraption and rubbed some of the rust away before sitting on the edge and sighing.
Andrew took a step inside after him and moved towards the old rusted over watering hole that was once used by the cows or whatever animals once resided here. “There’s nothing in here? There’s nothing at all?” Andrew asked with surprise, the scent, the abysmal stench that had grabbed them so much was just as strong inside the old barn, and yet it seemed to be growing on Andrew, he was starting to adapt to it. Andrew couldn’t possibly have noticed the worrying fact that his nostrils were starting to widen, nor did he notice that he was breathing in the dour stench with increasing vigour. Steven sniffed with disgusted disappointment. All that work with no pay, he was livid and yet couldn’t do anything but muster up enough strength to cross his arms and pout like the petulant drunken teen he was.
Steven sniffed again, but it seemed more...phlegm-y this time, his nose started to clog up with snotty build up and every intake of breath through his nose was yielding an obnoxious snort which echoed through the abandoned barn. Andrew too was starting to snort, his widening nostrils leaking out small beads of damp snot as he started breathing heavier and heavier. Despite the changes to their noses, they didn’t notice. However, they did notice something. “I’m really thirsty dude, getting that door open really took the energy out of me.” Steven said, still sat on the old pig through, his nostrils slowly starting to widen with each sniffle of terrible odour he took. “Man, I know the feeling, I’m parched!” Andrew replied as he looked towards Steven and walked over to him, sitting down heavily at his feet and placing his back against the cold metal while reaching up and placing his hand on his belly, oblivious to the bloating that his stomach had received in the short time they’d been within the barn. “It’s just too bad that there’s no water around here, none that I saw.” Andrew finally sighed as he stretched out a bit.
Steven nodded before looking behind him at the sloshing and somewhat thick water within the pig through, an unthinkable idea coming to his mind as he eyed the old water with a lick of his lips. “Hey...water doesn’t go off does it?” Steven asked his friend before standing up and looking into the through while Andrew looked up towards him with a curious gaze. “Well, its water, it’s all natural, so like, and it shouldn’t go old.” Andrew reasoned, any memory of past teachings of stagnant water completely going over his head. Steven barely waited until he finished the sentence before he leaned in and started to drink from the filthy water.
Andrew looked at Steven with anger and pushed in beside him, starting to take his own fill of the filthy water. “Don’t be greedy you dick.” He mumbled, pushing him and dipping his face into the stagnant pool, his lower jaws canines starting to stretch out and grow outwards, the ivory white becoming a foul looking yellow. “Ahh, so good...” Mumbled a satisfied Steven, his belly distended from the sheer quantity of water he had ingested. Andrew was in a similar situation, little tusks poking out past his lips, foul little things that heralded the growing of his dainty, snot dribbling snout. “Andrew...you look...different.” Steven said as he pulled back from the dirty water and beheld his friend. Andrew had lost a foot in his height and his belly was a bright pink bulging out from the bottom of his stretching shirt. His hair was greasier and the snout was becoming more and more noticeable. “Different? Different like how?” He asked, his voice starting to sound different, perhaps a little croaky, effeminate. Andrew was noticing some differences in Steven at the same moment however; his friend had grown in stature, widening something fierce, his shoulders broad, his chest a touch slab of pectoral muscles and his belly wide and hairy. His shirt had opened, unable to contain the width of Stevens changing form and the blonde dusting of hair that was on his chest had started to darken and thicken.
“I don’t know.” Steven mumbled, tusks protruding out of his grotesque mouth, his growing snout widening as the tusks grew out massively. “I think we need some fresh air...” He said, shaking his head, his cheeks stretching out into flabby jowls while he shook his head clear. Andrew was becoming more and more like Andrea, his face, though pig like was undeniably feminine, his brown hair turning a dirty blonde and his locks starting to stretch and grow out, going from clean to dirty and greasy with each inch of new hair. His chest was going under some changes at all, though instead of becoming ripped, he was starting to grow big heavy breasts that swung flabby from his chest, creating great patches of foul sweat between the breasts underside and his fat belly. Andrew nodded his head in agreement and stood beside Steven and without even thinking about it, he took Stevens hand and held it tight as they walked shakily out into the open air. The stink that was in the barn seemed to cling onto them as they walked around outside, unavoidable, it would be with them forever and they would just make more of it wherever they went. “Steve.” Andrew said, stopping in the middle of the field while his hands clamped around his widened hips. “I don’t feel so hot.” He complained as jeans ripped around his girth and dropped down to the ground, revealing his greatly lengthened cock and the deep, dripping pussy that had formed between it and those sagging balls.
Steve let out a shocked yell as he realized how much Andrew had changed and how he was feeling similarly ill. “Jesus Andrew, what the fuck happened to you?” He shouted, his voice sounded more forceful, manly and deep. Andrew did not reply, his look was euphoric as his he started to slip off his shoes, his feet becoming almost hoof like and ripping at his socks. His ass gave a quiver as a nub grew at the base of his spine. He let out a great, thunderous fart, the gas was horrendously rancid and made Steve gag, but something in him made his snout twitch a bit, something in him craved that terrible scent. “Oh my God!” Andrew shouted as his pig tail sprouted out so quickly and with it came a pile of dung, rancid stuff that looked soft to the touch. “Oh Steve...it feels so good to just get it off...” He said breathlessly, his brand new cunt still dribbling heavily as it opened and closed, Andrews cock throbbed mercilessly and leaked a vile looking yellow pre cum all down over his shaft. “Andrew, you crazy fucker, what...is...happening?” Steve said his shock and revulsion becoming fearful as he realized he wasn’t the only one inside his head. “Mmmhh...” It whispered, the sound was a deep, masculine voice that commanded respect and it was coming from somewhere inside his own head. “Take off your pants...liberate yourself, free yourself...” It went on and on, droning around his mind and niggling into his subconscious all the while.
He struggled to look away from Andrew now, his mind telling him that Andrew was the sheer essence of beauty, the ideal lay. His mind was mixing the word Andrea in there too, taking him away from Andrew and making his mind regard Andrew in a feminine way, but then again, what could be more feminine than Andrea? The thoughts ran rampant in his head as he started to rip away at his own jeans, his cock springing free from their binds, his cock had become larger and much more muskier, a wretched odour emanating from it with almost visible stink lines. “Mmh..nggh..dammit Andrea...yer looking fine.” He said, his eyes darting over Andrew’s frame with ill hidden lust. Andrew looked back at Steve, his eyes glazed over as he...no...she, she was a she now, she could tell from the magnificent feeling rumbling down below, her cunny lips quivering as she started to lose all control of her facilities, piss starting to leak down, a dribble at first but soon a humongous torrent of rancid gold liquid, splattering down to his changed, two toed feet, his nails looked much thicker, blacker even but Andrea couldn’t discover what it was that was wrong, she felt so good, so good she could...she could...
“WreeEEEEEEEeeee!” Andrea’s loud, ear piercing squeal echoed through the barn, like an orchestra of lust and longing as she fell backwards into her own foul faeces, her two remaining thick fingers reaching down to vigorously finger her disgusting cunt. Steve looked at her, his fingers sliding down towards his waist, a similar change going down as his fingers began to fuse together into proper porcine digits that Andrea would soon crave to suck after they’d been up her massive arse. “Darnit gal...yer makin’ me horny an’ I got the farm ta tend to.” He said with a grin, his teeth had sharpened and yellowed, his breath was hot and musty and reeked of shit he’d not eaten yet. He took unsteady steps towards Andrea, his hand wrapped around his massive pork sausage, leaking thick goop down to mix with the rest of the filth they’d created in the large barn. Andrea looked towards him and smiled, it was ugly, her teeth too had sharpened and yellowed and her breath was as rank as Steve’s. “Cum n’ gettid hog.” She said, circling her juicy pussy with her deformed digits, she felt empty without Steve’s cock and she didn’t care that it interfered with the farm work, she just wanted to rut with the big boarstard right now. “My pleasure.” He said as tusks burst forth from his mouth, thick and huge and coloured a dirty yellow, his tail sprang forward like a cork screw and he started to lose the last of his humanity as he jumped the filthy sow with inhuman lust, his cock slipping in her gaping hole as he began to thrust wildly without a care in the world, his grunts loud while his oversized balls slapped against her fat ass.
“Nggh, yeah, yeah.. fuck me, fuck me hard!” She squealed, snorting as she breathed in his musky odour while her heart was thumping, falling head over heels in love with the filthy fat swine on top of her. He rammed his cock in and out of her loose vagina as though his life depended on it while the last of his past life flitted away like a condom wrapper in the wind. Andrea was also too far gone to be repulsed by her actions; she’d given in rather easily, the dirty sow personality taking over Andrew as though he was nothing but a child. The two swine beings fucked in celebration of their new lives though they didn’t really know that’s why they were so excited, as far as they were concerned they’d lived on this farm their whole life, tending the land and raising pigs. And you know what? They were pretty damn happy.