New Gainer Story - "The Pigman"

The Pigman

By Lardfill, January 2022

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Plot synopsis: A scientist creates a machine to communicate with animals, but when problems arise in the lab, his gainer boyfriend finds himself struggling to hold onto his humanity as a pig takes control of his body.

WARNING: Dark themes and extreme weight gain.

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The Pigman

By Lardfill, January 2022

"Just try to relax your mind and breathe," Tom told his superchubby partner, Jack.  "There's going to be a slight pinch at first, but you'll open up after that."

Jack began to giggle.

"Come on, be serious - this is important," Tom said, rolling his eyes at his boyfriend's immaturity.   "Just relax and open your mind."

Tom made sure that the electrode cap fit snugly on Jack's head and secured it in place.  A large train of wires led across the lab and plugged into a extensive switchboard that connected to the rest of the computers and machinery in the room.   The entire lab held just one experiment, a network of computer systems and cerebral scanning equipment that was Tom's ingenious creation - he had built a machine that could link brainwaves between humans and animals, allowing for rudimentary communication between man and beast.    He had performed numerous brain links between a long list of test subjects and various animals, mostly domesticated farm animals, in an attempt to learn what they are thinking as a means to reduce stress on livestock.

There had been much success with the machine, earning Tom full funding and a state-of-the-art lab at a Fender Industries facility.   The machine was highly confidential, an industry secret that Fender had big plans for in the future.   By learning what livestock want and how they feel, the food industry could completely revolutionize their practices - animals could be kept stress-free, grown and fattened with ease, and produce much more product for much less.   It wasn't a technology they wanted in anyone else's hands, as it could destroy their entire industry as easily as it could assist it.   Tom was well aware of the risk that he was taking by bringing his boyfriend into the lab to see the machine, but since Jack already knew that it existed, it didn't seem like it would be an issue if he wanted to try it out.

"What's it going to feel like?" Jack asked, nervously looking at all the wires linking from his head to the rows of computers and machines that filled the room, and at the other bundle of wires that led over to a 300lb pig that was strapped to a metal table on the opposite side of the room.

"Like a sharp headache, followed by a wave of thoughts and emotions that are hard to process," Tom warned.   "It's unpleasant for only a minute, but I'll be here with you the whole time.   I can shut it down at any point, but it takes another minute to end the link, so you're going to have to stay in the chair - that's why you'll need to be strapped down."

"So, I'll be able to hear what that pig is thinking?" Jack asked, staring at the pig which had a similar electrode cap secured to its head as the one that he was wearing.

"It won't be words or any kind of language," Tom explained.  "It's more like a wave of feelings - hunger, excitement, sexual urges... but not in a controlled human way.   You're going to feel a raging flow of wild impulses and you won't be able to hear your own inner voice."

"So, I'm essentially going to have that pig's mind inside of my brain?" Jack asked.   "What happens to my own mind?   What happens to everything in my brain?"

"It's all still in there, but it gets put into storage, so to speak..."  Tom explained.   "We keep a temporary back-up of your brain scan, but it's basically just used to push the animal's mind out at the end of the brain link.  You're still you, you just need a refresher on who that is when I stop the experiment, okay?   There's hardly any risk.  Trust me."

"How many people have done this?" Jack asked, feeling sweat forming on his forehead.

"Over forty so far, mostly volunteers - no incidents.  Nothing has gone wrong, so you have nothing to worry about, okay?   That pig has been linked up more than any other animal we've tested.   The pig brain seems to have the strongest link with humans, and that big guy over there is practically a pro at this now," Tom assured Jack, placing his firm hand on his partner's soft belly.   "You two look like a good match."

Jack himself was nearly five hundred pounds, two hundred pounds heavier than the pig that was strapped to the table across from him.   Tom had been with Jack for over a decade and had seen him double his weight, enjoying watching him grow fatter with every year.   Jack was a gainer, but he had recently been slowing down as he grew older, trying to weigh real life with all the gluttonous and dark fantasies that had been swirling in his mind for his entire life.    He wanted nothing more than to be as fat as possible, stuck in a bed, immobile and helpless against his fierce appetite and desire to become the fattest person on Earth.    Work and normal every-day life pushed his bed bound ambitions to the background over the years, and he had found a happy compromise in being severely obese without pushing himself further into immobility.    Tom supported whatever decision he made, loving Jack's huge soft body and his powerful appetite, but deep down he wished his partner would dive deeper into his gaining fantasies and get even fatter than he already was.  Seeing him lose control had always been a huge turn on for them both.

"I don't think we've had a better volunteer than you," Tom smiled at his boyfriend.  "You're the most pig-brained person I've ever known."

"Thanks," Jack said with a nervous grin.   "Alright, I can't take much more of all this waiting around.  Let's do this."

With that, Tom kissed Jack, rubbed his big soft belly, and then walked over to the control panel and began flipping switches and typing on keyboards, setting off hundreds of tiny flickering lights on the rows of processors and hard drives.    There was a loud hum and an escalating whirring sound coming from the machinery as the brain link program booted up.

"Just remember to stay calm and keep your mind open and clear of all thought," Tom reminded Jack, giving a comforting smile.  "On my mark - 3... 2... 1... Linking now!"

There was a sharp stab of pain in Jack's skull, followed by a dull numbing which faded quickly.    His eyes rolled back and he felt a sensation of falling similar to what he had felt in his dreams before, but he couldn't snap himself awake from it.   His vision went dark and pulses of light and colour sparked and licked up around him like flames in a strong wind.    He tried to talk, but he couldn't find the words.   He couldn't hear his inner thoughts at all.

"Stage Two link in 3... 2... 1..." Tom said out loud to himself.

Jack felt a surge of hunger that was more intense than anything he had ever felt before.   He pictured himself gorging on food in bed, a sea of fat around him, his body too heavy to lift a finger.   A monstrous surge of lust raced into his mind, and he pictured himself growing fatter and fatter in bed... looking larger than any human has ever been.   His thick cock became painfully erect suddenly and all he could think of was fucking his own lard-filled blob of a body.   He needed to be the fattest pig ever.   Fatter than any human could be.

Without warning, there was a sudden flurry of flashing red lights and electronic sirens.

Tom rushed around the control panels and frantically typed at the keyboards.

Something was wrong.

A loud burst of sparks lit up the room before it plunged into darkness.   The lab and the entire wing of the facility that it was housed in went black for two seconds before the emergency power generator kicked in, bringing the lights back to the lab.   Tom looked at the machine with a feeling of dread.   The system was still without power.   He didn't know how to reboot the system or even get power running again.    There was a deafening silence in the lab, so deep that he could hear his own heart pounding.

He looked over at Jack and was relieved to see his chest rising and falling - at least he was okay.   The pig was beginning to wake up, squirming against the restraints a bit as Tom made his way over to Jack to inspect what state of mind he was in.  The lab had never lost power before, and he wasn't sure what kind of problems might arise from a complete shut down in mid-link.

"Babe... Jack?   Can you hear me?" Tom asked in fear, placing his hand on Jack's fat chest to feel his heart beating.

The pig on the table across the room squealed and fought the restraints that secured it to the metal table.   Tom ignored the pig as Jack's eyes fluttered open.   His pupils were dilated and he looked frightened, but Tom knew that it might take a minute for Jack's mind to return fully.

"Jack... it's okay.  It's okay... I'm here," Tom said softly, stroking Jack's cheek to try to calm him down.

Jack strained against the straps that held him down and yelled out.   The scream was bizarre and sounded like nothing that Tom had ever heard him do before.   Tom stepped back, unsure what to make of the sounds coming from his boyfriend.

"Jack!   Come back to me, babe!" Tom raised his voice, patting Jack's fat cheek repeatedly to try to snap him back to reality.

Jack looked back at him with a stare that was as blank as it was intense.   He was struggling to breathe and every word he tried to say had no structure or flow.   He sounded like a wild animal.

"Oh no..." Tom said silently as he stepped back from Jack and turned his attention on the pig on the tabletop which kept squealing and snorting in equally unfamiliar ways.

As Tom looked at the pig, it stopped squealing and stared back at him in silence.  The pig nodded once and then looked  in concern over at Jack's body and then back to Tom.

"Jack?" Tom said, frozen in fear as he looked down at the pig.

The pig snorted and nodded again, remaining calm and silent.

"No, no, no, no, no...   This can't happen.   How did this happen??" Tom said to himself, his eyes darting from the pig to the machine.

A small plume of smoke was rising from the computers where the sparks had exploded from just before the power failed.   The smell of burning plastics filled the air and flames were casting a dance of light on the wall behind the equipment.

"This is bad.   Okay, Jack... okay... we just have to think..." Tom panicked as the flames grew higher and spread quickly.

By the time he got the fire extinguisher, the room was filling with smoke and the flames were out of control.   More sparks sprayed from the equipment and the lab's fire alarm sounded.    There was no sprinkler system in the room as the equipment was sensitive to moisture, but there was a fire system in place that removed the oxygen from the room so any fires would be smothered out.

"We need to go - now!" Tom yelled out, a mental countdown happening in his head as he tore off both neuro-link caps from the pig and from Jack.

The vents in the room began to suck up all the air as Tom barely managed to push the wheeled table with the pig strapped to it out of the room, and pulled the chair out of the room behind him with Jack's obese body sloshing from the struggle to move them both as quickly as possible.   As the lab doors shut behind them, they immediately locked and Tom watched as the lab was sucked empty of air before a cloud of white vapor hissed in to replace it, knocking all the flames out instantly.    Tom stared in through the window in the lab door from the safety of the hallway, his boyfriend and the pig both safe, but altered in a way that he had never attempted before.

"It's gone... all those years of work, gone," Tom said to himself, staring into the charred and smoking remains of his machine.   "I don't know what to do..."

The pig oinked and then slumped down quietly in the restraints, looking over at Jack's body with tears in its eyes.   Jack kept lunging at the restraints, moaning and wailing in a deep sputtering cry, occasionally breaking to smell the air and squeal in a high pitched tone.

"We need to get you out of here before they find out what happened," Tom said to the pig, certain that Jack's mind had been switched completely with the pig's.    "If the company finds out that we successfully did a full cerebral switch, they'll keep you both in here forever... they won't want to switch you back - they'll just want to run tests on you for the rest of your life."

The pig oinked and nodded down the hallway, towards the exit doors.   Tom felt sick, he couldn't believe what he had just done to his boyfriend.   He didn't have a machine anymore.   He had no way to correct this without starting over and rebuilding - if the company even wanted to spend the money over again.    There was no good answer for anything, so Tom wheeled the pig and Jack down the hall, quickly loaded them into his van, and then drove home.

ONE WEEK LATER

"Day seven.   The lab is still closed and in repair, Fender Industries is willing to restart operations, but the estimated time of completion for the new lab is... eight months," Tom spoke into his voice recorder journal.   "I don't know if I'll be able to reverse the damage of what happened to Jack.   I don't know if I'll be able to retrieve his consciousness from the pig's brain, or if his mind will remain intact after eight months of being outside of a human brain.   I know nothing."

He looked over at the three hundred pound pig who was sleeping by the fireplace, an empty casserole dish licked clean next to him.    The pig had been by Tom's side for the entire week, it's fat pink body waddling around, following him throughout the house and acting like an incredibly well-trained dog.   Tom knew Jack's mind was trapped inside of the pig, but its body was unable to speak and it was a massive adjustment to learn re-learn how to walk or even eat with four short legs and a snout.

Tom had prepared dozens of flashcards to help with communication, asking the pig simple questions and receiving a simple answer as the pig's snout pressed into a card with the corresponding image on it.   He learned that Jack's consciousness was scared but not in pain, and that had been feeling piggish urges to eat and sleep all day.

"So, nothing has really changed?" Tom had joked after seeing the pig answer his questions about his urges.   To his surprise, the pig chuckled like a human with a hint of a smile on its face.

Jack was still living on inside the pig's brain and the same could be said about the pig's mind living inside of Jack's body.   Tom had to lock Jack up in his garage, chaining him to the wall with a heavy duty leather leash and a ten foot-log length of heavy steel chain.   Jack's five hundred pound body was under the mercy of the pig's consciousness, its animal instincts in complete control of a body that could do more than its pig body ever could.   The pig mind had quickly learned how to operate Jack's hands and legs, gaining the ability to open doors and be so aggressive that Tom's only option was to lock him up.  Whatever primal instincts of Jack's that remained in his brain were his deepest pig-like gainer desires, leaving very little humanity behind for the invading pig consciousness that now lived in his body.

Tom looked into the garage and saw his boyfriend's obese body, naked and busy eating sloppy handfuls of mashed potatoes and gravy from a large plastic bin.   He looked like Jack still, but his eyes were wild and feral, his motions were jerky and brutish, and he had the personality of an aggressive horny man too drunk to speak.   He stumbled and swayed when he stood on two feet, but the pig mind was able to function in its new body while taking advantage of a larger brain capacity and the backlog of learned motor skills that Jack's brain had stored deep in its core.

In the first week alone, Tom had witnessed massive changes in how the pig mind functioned inside a human body.  On the first day, Jack's body had escaped from the straps on the lab chair that he had been brought home in.   He had immediately crawled outside, his soft belly sloshing and nearly dragging on the ground as he scrambled to get down onto the the grassy lawn so he could roll in a muddy spot and then proceeded to take furious bites out of the turf.   Tom had to cautiously lasso Jack's neck with the garden hose and herd him back inside before anyone saw him acting so bizarrely.    He brought him to the garage and kept him restrained with a leather collar, steel chain, and a padlock so he couldn't escape again.

Tom had brought in a normal meal of burgers and fries on the first night and watched in morbid fascination as his naked partner began eating with his face in wild bites before realizing that he could pick up food with his human hands.    He crammed food in his face, messily stuffing a whole burger into his mouth and swallowing just as fast.   The plate of three hamburgers and a pile of fries disappeared in just a minute, leaving his flabby body scrambling to lick up the crumbs and chunks of food that had fallen to the floor.   Tom brought out more and more food and watched in amazement as Jack ate it all with just as much passion.   Pizza, hot dogs, onion rings, pudding, cake, chips... all gobbled up so fast that Tom wasn't sure Jack would get full, but the human limitations eventually brought the pig's mind to a point of satisfaction and his filthy body fell asleep on the floor with a smile on its face.  Not wanting to stop the displays of piggish behavior, Tom brought in more food with every meal, just to watch Jack eat it all.

On the second day, Jack's flabby body was constantly trying to mount Tom and fuck him, a drooling stream of pre-cum dripping in thin ropes from his fat-encased erection.   Tom had never seen his boyfriend so wildly horny before, but he avoided letting Jack ravage him as he knew that it really wasn't Jack - it was a wild animal, but he couldn't help but feel incredibly turned on by the sight of his obese partner trying desperately to lick, suck, and fuck every inch of his body at every moment of the day.  He couldn't hide the bulge of his erection when he brought food out to Jack, and had to race to the washroom to frantically jerk off with the fresh image of his five hundred pound boyfriend, wild as a pig, gorging on food while humping at his own underbelly.   If it wasn't such a nightmare, it would've been a dream come true.

On the third day, Jack's body learned to be potty trained, using the washroom in a bucket in the corner of the garage with ease after a couple messy situations in the previous days.   He was learning basic tasks at a rapid-fire speed, acting more like a human every time that Tom entered the garage.  He began to stand more, using his hands more and quickly realized that having opposable digits meant that he could open containers, turn door knobs, and do thousands of other tasks that his old pig body couldn't.   His sexual lust raged on, and while Tom kept his distance, he watched with interest as Jack humped the bedding and pillows a dozen times a day, leaving white cum stains on everything.    When he realized that he could jerk off with his hands, he began to constantly reach under his soft hanging belly to stroke his cock and jiggle the lard that surrounded it.   Cum was spattered and smeared onto nearly every surface in the room by the end of the fifth day.

By the end of the week, Jack's body was acting like a human - albeit a slob of a human, but he still could pass as a normal (very intoxicated) person.   He could stand and walk.  He stopped making wild animal sounds and started being more silent, observing and learning how to make sounds like a human so he could communicate.   Tom would talk to him, using the flash cards like he had done with the pig, and Jack showed progress by pointing at certain cards in response but they were always the cards with images of food on them.   Jack's body was learning to be human again, but with a pig consciousness in control, it was like having the gainer fantasy version of Jack raging under the surface at all times.

Tom struggled to remind himself that his actual partner was trapped in a pig's body just a couple rooms away.  It was hard for Tom to separate his connection with Jack's body.   He would take one look at Jack's overfed body and remember over a decade of memories with him - it was easy to forget that a pig's mind was in full control of the body he loved so dearly.   Seeing him act like an out-of-control gainer was even more conflicting for Tom - it was like his partner was deep in the fattening fantasy that they had always dreamed about.

This growing conflict of reality became clear by the end of the second week, when Tom had taken the pig outside for a walk and give him a chance to empty his bowels and take a piss in the backyard.   He had to keep reminding himself that the farm animal was actually his partner - Jack's mind was inside of the pig, and the adjustment for him had been multitudes more stressful than he could express.   The pig was feeling his humanity slipping away, not by choice, but because of how Tom looked and acted towards him now that he was no longer inhabiting his human body.   Tom talked less and less to him, and treated him more like a pet than like a partner of ten years.

"Come here, Piggy," Tom said to the portly swine as it wandered back to the house.

The pig stopped in its tracks and looked at Tom with a grumpy expression, squealing lightly in a disapproving tone.    Tom immediately realized his error in calling the pig "Piggy" when he should be calling him "Jack" and apologized.  He used to call Jack his "piggy" when he was human, but now it felt almost cruel.

"I'm sorry, Jack.  It's so hard to get over the change.  I know you're my boyfriend, but when I look at you, all I see an actual pig," Tom tried to explain.   "I'll try to do better."

The pig snorted and trotted back into the house, doing a tight circle on the doormat so he would wipe off his feet and not track dirty footprints into the house.   Jack's consciousness was holding onto his humanity as best as he could, but being called "Piggy" was just one of the many things that were constantly making him feel inhuman.   He struggled more and more each day, his human mind limited to the abilities of a pig's body and his social standing slipping down to the level of a pet instead of being a normal man.    He had only looked at his old body twice in the last week, finding it so upsetting to see his human body being controlled by the pig that he couldn't bare to see himself in that state.   He stayed in the living room, sleeping by the fireplace, waiting for Tom to rebuild the machine and get him back into his rightful body.

As more weeks passed, Tom began making progress in the lab and managed to get ahead of schedule with the repairs.   The company had never learned the reason of the fire, Tom had made the smart decision to turn off the security cameras in the lab on the night of the accident.     As far as they knew, Tom had only been running tests on the system alone that night, with the system crash being blamed on a nearby lightning strike that sent an electrical surge through the lab.   This lightning strike gave Tom a valid reason for the fire, but it also worried him as he wasn't sure if he would need this same surge of electricity to reverse the mind swap that had occurred.    All he could do was focus on getting the machine operating again, and then try to figure the rest out later.

Tom's long days at the lab were met with great advancements every night when he got back home.   He was greeted at the door by the pig, just like Jack had done every day over all their years together.  Normally, Jack would have had dinner started and a glass of wine ready for Tom after his long days in the lab, but now that he was trapped inside of a pig's body, he was unable to do anything from their usual routine.   The pig rubbed against Tom's leg and wanted nothing more than to be cuddled and held in Tom's safe embrace.   Tom would feed him but then immediately go to bring food to Jack's body in the garage, and the growing amount of food for him had become almost ridiculous.

Tom opened the door to the garage to find Jack laying on his mattress on the floor, his belly covered in new stretchmarks and his body barely able to sit up after three months of gorging on enough food to feed several families for several days.    Tom had given up on presentation or serving sizes, filling plastic storage bins to the brim with piles of food - using starchy fattening foods as a base to the slop.   Mashed potatoes, rice, and pasta made up the majority of the soft mushy food, and Tom couldn't resist mixing in copious amounts of fat into the mixture to make it extra fattening.   He would empty large containers of shortening, lard, and butter into the mush, while also adding various meats and junk food as well as a mixture of vegetables and healthy foods.   No matter what he filled the bins with, Jack would gorge himself until it was all gone and this skyrocketing influx of calories combined with the mentality of a hungry pig had caused Jack's body to pile on weight faster than Tom could have ever imagined.

"Fuck, Jack... look at you..." Tom whispered, his cock throbbing as he watched his boyfriend's bloated body slosh from side to side and struggle to sit up with over a hundred pounds of newly added fat hindering his movements and weighing him down heavily.    It was a dream come true for Tom, he just wished that Jack could experience it too.

Tom looked back into the living room to see Jack's pig body sleeping by the fireplace and then looked at Jack's human body in the garage, digging handfuls of fatty slop from the bins and eating like he was starving.    Tom stepped into the garage and shut the door behind him.   He couldn't resist anymore - seeing Jack's body so much fatter was too much to bare anymore.   He unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper, the sound of which caused Jack to look up from his food pile with a wild look on his face.   His tongue hung out and his eyes were locked on Tom's erection that bulged in his underwear.  He began to grunt and hump at his own blubber, setting his whole body in motion with wet sloppy sounds that filled the room.

"I want to fuck you so badly, Jack," Tom whispered, not wanting the actual Jack to hear.

Jack's body crawled up on his knees and then stood up, straining under the weight.  He looked enormous, new buttery soft lard hanging in bulging rolls that clung from him and drooped down so heavily that every movement was laborious and strained.  Jack tugged against the chain, setting off the loud rattling of the metal links.   Tom sighed and slowly approached with the key in his hand.

"I'm going to set you free from this but you have to stay here with me so we can have some fun, okay?" Tom said softly and to his surprise, Jack's body nodded and waited patiently to be unlocked from the chain.

The second that the chain hit the floor, Jack grabbed Tom and ripped his clothes off.   He pushed Tom down onto his cum-crusted bed and rolled him over, exposing his tight bubble butt.    Tom didn't have time to protest or do anything before he felt the heavy slab of soft lard plop down on his back and the slimy underbelly fat pad push into his firm ass.  Jack's body weight pressed into Tom - driving him hard into the bedding.    The more weight that pushed into Tom, the more he could feel Jack's soft flabby underbelly squish into his ass crack until the hard little stub of his buried penis poked out and slipped between Tom's cheeks.   As soon as his cock lined up with Tom's tight hole, Jack dropped all of his remaining weight onto Tom, plunging his fat cock into his hole and making Tom gasp out in surprise.

"Shhh... pig... fuck..." Jack said, shocking Tom completely.

The pig mind inside of Jack was learning to speak!   It was a breakthrough, but there was no time to do anything but lay there on the mattress and let over six hundred pounds of Jack's body ram into him hard and fast.    It wasn't long before Jack gripped Tom from behind so hard that he thought he'd lose his breath, a heavy load of cum erupting into his asshole.

"More," Jack blurted out, drool hanging from his lips as he licked at Tom's neck.

Jack pushed himself up off of Tom and immediately dove his fat face into Tom's cum-filled ass, wildly slopping his tongue over every inch of skin and gripping his fat fingers on both sides of Tom's hole, stretching him open so he could bury his nose in the gaping hole.    The sound of aggressive, wet sloppy eating was as much of a turn on for Tom as it was disgusting.  He ate Tom's ass like a wild animal, slurping and drooling until Tom was barely able to contain himself.    Jack rolled Tom over using his own weight as leverage, making Tom feel like a rag doll as he flopped onto his back with his erection exposed and throbbing .   Jack stared down hungrily at him and proceeded to suck Tom's cock, his fat sloppy tongue wrapping around his shaft, sucking his testicles into his mouth and letting thick gobs of saliva drool out and into Tom's lap.

"Oh my god..." Tom gasped as he experienced the most passionate and intense sex of his life.

His cock spewed thick ropes of cum out into Jack's mouth and he swallowed it down with hungry grunts before licking messily all over Tom's thighs and stomach.   He dropped his gigantic weight down on top of Tom and began slurping at his face, sniffing loudly everywhere that his tongue took him.  Tom was powerless against the crushing weight on top of him, and spent the next hour being sucked and fucked until they were both exhausted.

From that point onward, Tom never bothered to lock Jack back up.    He introduced Jack back into the house and Jack obeyed, not wanting to leave his new-found home that was somehow familiar to him.   He behaved properly, the pig consciousness still in complete control, but he was aware that he needed to act the same way that Tom acted in order to live in the house like a human.

When the actual Jack saw himself for the first time in over three months, he was shocked - not just about the weight gain, but also at how well he was doing at acting human.   Living in a pig body had been such a hard adjustment for him, still unable to talk or move any differently than a pig, but now he was seeing the progress that the pig's consciousness had made in his human body over the same amount of time and it left him with a feeling of despair.   He watched as his human body drunkenly stumbled into the house, swollen huge with so much new lard that it sent a wave of jealousy through his pig body.   He had gained so much.  He was walking.   He was using his hands.   It was like looking in a mirror with a reflection that had stolen his life.

"I, happy!" Jack's body blurted out as he wandered naked through the house.   "Pig!  Look! Pig!"

The pig looked up at Jack in disgust, envious of his ability to speak and shocked that Tom would have the nerve to unleash him and allow him to wander freely in the house - after all, it was actually just a wild animal.   Jack's mind was full of angst - he hated seeing Tom becoming so comfortable with the pig controlling his old human body, while at the same time, treating him more and more like a pet while he was trapped in the pig body.   He got up and trotted into the bedroom to lay in the closet where he wouldn't have to watch his old body wander around and pretend to be human.

It took less than ten minutes after being freed that Jack's body waddled slowly into the kitchen and began to eat everything in sight.   Tom watched, his erection returning quickly as Jack gorged like an animal, stuffing his face with handful after handful, gulping and swallowing every morsel he could find.  His naked flesh wobbled heavily with every movement, his ponderous chest swaying and his enormous ass jiggling like two dimpled doughy globes.   Jack's belly rested on the countertop like a massive pile of dough as he ate, and while he did, he slowly began to hump the counter, completely aroused just by eating.   Tom walked up behind him and pulled out his cock and pushed it hard into the saggy underside of Jack's ass.    Jack grunted but didn't stop eating for even a second as Tom grabbed onto his hefty love handles and began fucking as hard as he could.   They fucked fifteen more times in that first night of Jack's freedom from the garage, and he gained two more pounds by emptying the entire kitchen.

The next day, the pig wandered out from the bedroom closet to find Tom busy at work in the garage.   He had re-finished the room into a deluxe pig pen with multiple beds on the floor, a low table top so a pig could eat without feeling like he was eating off the floor, and a collection of some of Jack's belongings and personal items so he would feel at home.    At first, the pig didn't know what to think.   It seemed insulting at first for Tom to move him out into the garage, but he had to admit that the set-up accommodated his pig body better than the rest of the house did - he even had his own television lowered to an appropriate height for a pig to watch from the beds.

"What do you think?  It's just temporary, of course, but I think it'll help you be more comfortable for the next couple months," Tom said to the pig, trying hard not to change the pitch of his voice like he was talking to a pet.    "We're close to finishing the machine, but it'll still be two more months before it's fully operational... and then you can get back into your body and we can all go back to normal."

The pig snorted and looked happy as it wandered around the converted garage and nestled against Tom's leg.   Two more months and then he could be human again.  He'd get back into his human body, which would be fatter than ever.   It would all seem like a nightmarish dream, except he would be rewarded with the massively obese body that he had always dreamed of.   Maybe some of the pig's appetite would remain once they switched back to their rightful bodies?   Maybe he'd be that perfect blend of man and hog that he had always fantasized about?  His optimism was high for the first time in months, and he happily settled into his new home in the garage.

The next few weeks were full of progress, both in the lab and at home.   Once the pig moved into the garage and Jack was allowed to live like a human in the house, Tom had nearly completed the machine in the lab and then came home daily to find a more and more human Jack waiting for him, fatter every day.   Jack had learned to order delivery food over the phone and he had even began to write at a third grade level after spending days trying to use the computer and the internet.   He was quickly becoming more human and Tom had stopped looking at him like there was a pig mind in control of Jack's body - all he saw was Jack.

Jack had been growing so fast that they no longer had clothes that would fit him.   He spent his days naked, his soft blubbery belly hanging to his knees as he ate every bit of food that he could find.   Tom brought home a large load of groceries every day, along with fast food, and spent the evenings climbing on top of Jack, or get buried under him, feeding him so much food that they usually passed out together from exhaustion.   They were constantly fucking and feeding, and the results were piling up on Jack's body as his weight ballooned.    Seven hundred pounds rocketed by so quickly that Tom was certain that Jack would be eight hundred pounds by the time that he could switch the pig's mind back into its body and bring his boyfriend back into his human body.   He was excited to see how Jack would react once being transported back into his rightful body that was would be three hundred pounds heavier than when he left it.

As Jack grew fatter, he often fondled his growing lard, bringing his large stretched out nipples up to his mouth as he cupped his wobbling moobs, sucking hard on them so they'd stretch bigger and be more sensitive.   He had lost the ability to jerk off as his fat grew out further and further from him, burying his cock so deeply that he no longer had a shaft or balls - it had all been pulled deep into a massive underbelly roll of blubber, leaving just a deep hole that constantly bubbled and drooled clear pre-cum.   He relied completely on Tom to bring him to orgasm, diving nearly elbow-deep into the fat to milk what was left of Jack's manhood.    The sight of him was shocking, filling a bed with so much lard that it pushed his limbs out to make room for it all.    His face was bloated and his double chin had nearly locked his head in position as the fat bulged out like a flotation ring.  Jack's overall mobility was limited so badly that he could barely waddle around, so he usually slept the entire time that Tom was at the lab.

The pig in the garage gained a little weight during the final two months, the stress on Jack's mind was making it hard for him to gorge like he wanted.   The wait for the machine to be finished had been agony so he tried to sleep away the time as much as possible.   He hated being an actual pig - it seemed like he would have loved it, but the limitations it posed were becoming too difficult to handle.   Every day, his mind raced but all his body could do was eat and sleep.   He wanted to play video games, cook and eat like a human, read a book or just scroll through the internet, but his pig feet and body prevented everything he wanted to do - but most importantly, he missed Tom.    Ever since the accident, he had treated him differently, like he wasn't a person anymore, and the distance between them seemed greater with each passing day.   He wanted to kiss and hold him, make love with him and have long meaningful conversations again.   He wanted to express his love and feel it in return.

"Tomorrow's the day!" Tom said with a giant smile one evening after an eternity of waiting.

The pig perked up and looked as happy as it could as Tom walked into the garage with the good news.   There had been complications which pushed testing back a few more weeks, but now it was happening!   He would get his body back, and just in time - if there were any more delays, Jack's body might end up immobile and too fat to transport back into the lab.   It had been on both their minds for over a month - Jack was growing so fast that it was a real risk that he would become too fat to leave the house before they could switch back.

Jack was becoming grotesquely enormous.  He could walk for only a few seconds at a time, and it was such a slow and painful waddle that he needed help with every step.   Getting out of bed was even more difficult, needing to rock back and forth before Tom could help pull Jack's' flabby pile of lard up onto his feet.   He was truly on the edge of immobility, and this gave Tom a nearly permanent erection.   Jack would return to his human body only to be trapped again by all the lard that the pig had packed onto him - it was all that Tom could think of.   Jack was waiting so long to get back to being human, but his life as a human would end up being more limited than his current life as a pig.

Later that night, after an exceptionally long force feeding session, Tom pulled himself from the depths of Jack's massive thighs with cum splattered on his chin and told him the good news about the machine.   He hadn't told him very much about the progress in the lab, feeling that it wasn't necessary information to give since most of the time they were together was spent deep-diving into his ass or cramming food in his obese face.   Tom slid his fingers into Jack's ass and wiggled them as he began to talk about the plan for the following day.

"The machine is ready - tomorrow night, we get you back into your old body.    You can go back to being the pig that you're supposed to be, and Jack can get back into his body... which you really did a number on," Tom said with a laugh, slipping his fingers deeper into Jack's asshole.

"Go back for you..." Jack said bluntly in his broken English, grabbing Tom softly and pulling him in close next to him.   "You happy."

Tom pulled his hand from Jack's massive ass and leaned in to nuzzle his face into the deep fold of Jack's chest, cradled in the warm softness of Jack's arm.   He wrapped his leg over Jack's colossal thigh, resting his lower leg in the folds of his bloated inner thigh.    Tom had never felt smaller in his life, cuddling into Jack's side, safe and warm, so comfortable that he began to drift off to sleep.   Tom moaned and nuzzled in closer to his partner's overgrown body, and in those last few seconds of being awake, he said goodnight to Jack like he had always said before the accident.

"I love you, Jack," he mumbled and immediately fell asleep.

"I love you too, Tom," Jack's body answered in the silence.

The next day, Tom went to work to make sure the machine was operating normally and would return later that night with Jack and the pig to perform the mind swap.   He had an hour window of opportunity when the late night security guard was on the other side of the building handling the midnight delivery order.    It was his only chance to sneak in quietly, so he had to make sure that the machine was ready to go when they arrived.

"I'll be home in five hours.  Be ready, okay?" Tom said to the pig that morning, the pitch of his voice raised like he was talking to a dog.

The pig nodded and oinked happily.   It had been such a long wait that he could barely contain himself - he would regain his humanity again!   He so badly wanted to give Tom a big kiss and a hug, but settled for a quick pet on the head.

Tom then peeked into the bedroom to see Jack's mammoth body filing the king-size bed.   He was snoring loudly with a piggish snorting sound that rumbled through the house.   Tom was going to miss the piggish behavior, but was relieved to know that he would get his boyfriend back just in time to be immobilized.   It was perfect, just as long as the machine worked and he could get Jack's monstrous body back into the lab.    He was truly enormous - somewhere over 800lbs with a stomach so stretched that he knew that he'd be unable to control his appetite once they switched Jack back.    He was giddy thinking about how Jack would react.

"Sleep soundly," Tom whispered to the snoring blob of lard.

He silently shut the door behind him and went to the lab to get prepared.  The machine was operating perfectly and Tom confirmed that the security guard would be busy for at least an hour.   The plan was a go.  Jack would soon find himself back in his human body, swimming in a sea of lard that only a true pig could have created.

When he returned home later that night, he could tell that Jack had been eating again.   A flash of worry went through Tom as he knew that Jack was just days away from immobility, especially with the way that he ate, and that if he had spent the day eating, there was a good chance he'd already be unable to walk the short distance to the waiting van.

"Guys!  I'm home!   Come on, let's go!" Tom yelled out, finding the kitchen in a complete mess.

The cupboards were open and bare, empty food boxes were scattered across the floor, and the smell of dozens of different foods filled the air.   The fridge door was wide open, the oven was on, and the dining room table was covered in the greasy remainder of what looked like roast chicken bones and globs of instant mashed potatoes.    The smells of a giant feast were in the air and Tom began to think he was too late - Jack would have eaten himself into immobility and his window of opportunity would close.   Jack would never get back into his rightful body and be trapped as a pig forever.    Despite himself, Tom's erection returned.

Tom turned the corner into the living room to find Jack laying on the floor naked, his body covered in grease and smears of various foods with his belly so distended that he looked like he would burst.   He was moaning and snorting, a trail of drool dribbling out of his mouth as he looked back at Tom with a dumb happy grin.   He had eaten every last bit of food in the house by the looks of it, and the thought crossed Tom's mind that he had done it on purpose.

"No walk.   No move," Jack's greasy lips said bluntly.  "Too fat."

"Fuck, Jack!" Tom yelled angrily.  "I mean - fuck, Pig... goddamn it!  We need to get you to the lab, now!"

"Uh oh," Jack said with a big dumb smile.

"Get up!" Tom yelled, approaching to help pull Jack's overstuffed body up onto his feet.   "You gotta help me out here!"

With several minutes of struggling and Tom nearly pulling a muscle in his back, they managed to get Jack onto his feet, but he immediately plopped his naked ass down on the couch to catch his breath.   He had his hands on his belly and was breathing heavily, drenched in sweat.  He looked so weak and helpless with so much blubber filling his body and weighing him down.   He jiggled his fat and groped himself, grasping at all the greasy fat that he could reach.

"Too much eating," Jack groaned with a grin remaining on his plump face.  "Maybe no lab?"

Tom stood back and looked at Jack - he was a mess, covered in thick gobs of grease all over and so tired and stuffed with food that he was practically useless.   They were cutting it very close with his mobility, but Tom couldn't help but be aroused at the sight of all the belly lard hanging down nearly to the floor.   He was the hottest sight that Tom had ever laid eyes on - a sloppy pile of wild pig meat that had no control around food, eating himself into immobility so rapidly that Tom was shocked that Jack was still able to move at all.    He wanted to fuck the lard pile so badly but they were already running late.

"We're going - wait here," Tom said before heading to the garage to gather the pig so they could leave.

Jack nodded and then belched before looking around to find a half eaten bag of chips, which he furiously packed into his mouth.   The pig brain in charge didn't want to go to the lab at all and was trying its best to keep from going.   He knew the only way to remain in this human body was to get too fat to move and so he continued to gorge himself on every last bit of food that he could find before Tom could return.

"Jack!  Where's Jack?!" Tom came running back into the living room in a panic.  "Where is he?!"

Jack's body grinned and continued rubbing his belly.   Tom froze, the reality crashing down around him as he realized what had happened while he was at the lab.    All the food in the house was gone, Jack was so full that it looked like he was going to burst, and the pig was missing.    Tom's stomach felt like he was falling.    A wave of sickness spread through him as he looked at the bones and greasy bits of fat that were covering the dining room table and smeared over Jack's face and body.

"Tell me you didn't..." Tom said, collapsing to his knees.

"I ate piggy," Jack said with a laugh.   "Piggy taste good!"

Tom couldn't breath.   He stumbled down to his knees, inches from the bloated belly that was hanging off the couch, and stared at the floor in defeat.   His boyfriend was gone - murdered and eaten by the pig that occupied his body.   Jack's mind and soul were never returning, currently digesting deep inside of the body that they rightfully belonged in.

"No sad.  I did it - I put pig back in body," Jack sputtered, drool and grease trickling down his large double chin.  "I love you."

"What?" Tom said in shock.

"I love you, Tom," Jack said again, a pork-scented belch erupting from his sloppy lips.

Tom just stared forward, his eyes looking at the beautiful but disgusting pile of lard in front of him.    The rolls and folds filled the couch, glistening in the grease of the pig's body that he had roasted and eaten all day long.    He had eaten it all on purpose - a last resort to stop the mind swap that Tom and the pig had been so excited for.   Tom felt waves of despair as he realized that it had been his fault for letting the pig's mind gain so much control over the last few months.   He had treated Jack's body like Jack was still occupying its mind, and allowed him to roam freely and live like a human...  but all that time he knew he was just a pig inside.   Maybe it was the pig that he truly felt a connection with?

"No sorry, Tom.   I love you," Jack smiled, reaching out for Tom to cuddle into him.

"Do you?" Tom asked, unsure if there was any remainder of Jack mind left inside of his body.

"Tom loves, and I love Tom," Jack said with a learned smile, jiggling his belly with his greasy hands.  "Fuck now?"

Tom laughed a single chuckle, tears still in his eyes.   He couldn't stay upset while looking at Jack's nearly immobile body, and despite all the grief rushing through his veins, his cock began to throb and harden as he watched Jack's eight hundred pounds of lard wiggle and slop between his bloated ankles.

"FUCK ME!" Jack squealed, aggressively trying to roll himself down onto the floor to expose his mammoth ass cheeks.   "Hungry!  Fuck!"

Tom watched with his mouth open as Jack sloshed his lard over the edge of the couch and crashed his ass down onto the floor, shaking the house and letting loose the sound of hundreds of pounds of greasy fat rolls slapping against each other like a dozen paint cans being shaken.   Tom took his cock out of his pants and began stroking it without realizing.

"So HUNGRY!" Jack snorted as he rolled onto his side, letting his belly spill out in all directions before struggling to roll onto it so he could expose his ass for Tom.   "Piggy so small!  Hungry again!"

"You're so fucking fat," Tom whispered, jerking off slowly as he bit his lower lip in anticipation, trying to ignore the feeling of loss that was quickly being drowned out by the sight of so much sloshing blubber.

"Fatter!  I need fatter!   MORE!" Jack grunted as he stared at Tom's drooling cock.

"Oh, you'll get fatter... we're just getting started, Pig," Tom said as he stepped over and lined his cock up with the cavernous ass crack that wobbled like jelly in front of him.

"I, Jack now," he replied with a grunt as Tom pushed his cock in deep, thrusting into his hole with force.    "Jack forever now."

"You're my Jack, babe," Tom said through gritted teeth as the soft gooey insides of Jack's hole slipped over every inch of his cock.    "You are Jack."

"Piggy tasted so good," Jack grunted with a snort.   "So hungry..."

"You fat fuck... I love what you've become," Tom said, giving each side of Jack's ass a slap to set the double globes jiggling and wobbling wildly.   "I'm taking you out to the buffet tonight, fuck it."

"So hungry..." Jack groaned again, listening to the sound of his fat sloshing from Tom's rough fucking.

"We'll go to Jack's -your- favourite buffet for your first and last time out in public, and then home to stay.   No more moving for you, Jack.   Just eat and grow, that's all I want you to do," Tom grunted.  "You're all mine now.  Just keep growing for me, Jack."

"I love you, Tom," Jack moaned.

"I love you too, Jack," Tom said as he pulled himself in deep and began to cum.   "More than ever."