The Pig Factory Part 3

Author: jackbootlad
Title: The Pig Factory Part 3
Date: 31 October 2010

It was a while before Marc came to. The time he had been out was just enough for the calcium implants to do their job and fix his nose into a snout. The resin inside his long black PVC gauntlets would take longer to work but his fingers were nicely trapped inside and even if he wanted out, he wouldn’t be able to pull the gauntlet off from each arm. His eyes opened and the boss was waiting for him. His two ankles were unstrapped and he could feel one rubber boot put on each foot. Each boot was shaped like a riding boot – quite narrow and tall enough to reach to knee length. The soles were different though. These were thick 2 inch rubber commando style soles. Once the boots were on, his arms were unstrapped and he was ordered off the table.

He still felt a bit sleepy but this was ideal. It meant that the thugs who had kidnapped him could finish off the pigman look. First a tight rubber collar was placed around his neck with the words ‘PIG’ in metal studs. It was fastened using metal snap studs – no need for a padlock since Marc wouldn’t be able to get the collar off with his new hooves anyway. Then a rubber pouch went round his collared cock and balls and was kept in places with a thin rubber belt which joined on to the pouch via a thick piece of rubber up Marc’s arse crack. The fit was tight enough for Marc to be conscious of the rubber strap up his butt every time he walked. As he stood there, he became aware of the fact that he felt docile and lethargic. This was a natural consequence of the pig serum working its way into his DNA. He would lose none of his aggression and would learn to use his fat to push and trample but his will to do his own thing seemed to be growing smaller. As if to prove this, he walked over to a the full length mirror at the side of the room when instructed to do so without any question at all. The command was given and he obeyed.

What he saw caused him to take a deep breath which instantly caused him to grunt like the other pigmen – his new snout was working perfectly. He was yet to find out properly that the snout interfered with the operation of his vocal cords and that, in any case, the pig serum would slowly erode the muscles in his voice so that the only sound he would be able to make would be to grunt. The figure standing before him was entirely shaved but still shining from the resin which covered his body. He was collared, booted and gloved and, underneath his pouch, his cock was bursting the tight fitting collar to the seams. He had become a pigman.

‘OK’ said the boss behind him ‘Let’s get this baby fed and milked’. The two thugs were now either side off him leading him out of the operating theatre, back across the yard – it was now daytime – and into the sty. This was quite a narrow building with individual sties either side of a narrow alley. The other pigmen were already housed. All Marc could see as he walked down the alley way was large butt cheeks sticking out with tails above booted feet. All he could hear was slurping and grunting and the occasional squeal. It was feeding time. Eventually, he was led to an empty sty and ordered down on all fours. Again, he obeyed. One of the thugs then strapped two iron bars across the back of his ankles and secured each boot to the floor. From above the sty a tube was hanging which had a rubber sleeve and small electrical wire fitted onto the end. The thug moved Marc’s pouch over and pushed the sleeve over Marc’s cock so that the rubber casing his cock fitted snugly into the overhead tube.

‘Enjoy your meal, pig. You need fattening up’ spat one of the thugs and they both disappeared. Marc was left alone in his sty facing the wall. Against the wall was a large trough full of feed. In his head, Marc was thinking to himself that he had no intention of eating anything but his body was telling him something different. The pig inside him was telling him to tuck in and, to his surprise, he found himself snout first into the trough sucking up the meal with a huge slurping noise. He loved the food and just wanted to eat and eat. Once started, he couldn’t stop. The actual feed itself was like a kind of baked bean covered in a light sauce. It was high in calories and would guarantee any eater that fat reserves would start to develop in a fairly short space. As he was eating, he suddenly felt the sleeve on his cock vibrate. The vibration felt exactly the same as somebody giving him a handjob and his cock which had been hard for most of the time he was conscious started to unwind to its full extent. The vibration was carefully calibrated so that the rubbing and the eating coincided. This was deliberate. The pigmen were trained to associate feeding with cumming. This would make them eat more, of course, since most of the pigmen were, like Marc, originally lads with plenty of man juice. As Marc neared the end of the food, the vibrating intensified so that in his last mouthful, he produced great wads of cum which were then vacuumed up the tube to the milk machine over head. Marc felt suddenly very accepting of his new life – a feeling which of course was part of the training process. He wanted to be a pigman but, not just that, he wanted to be the best pigman. He wanted to obey the boss at all times and prove himself worthy of his pig status.

The transformation was continuing nicely…