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Corkscrew

Written by Leo_Todrius

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When one was young and first starting to drive, there was an undeniable thrill associated with it - but also a bit of terror. Age, even a little bit, brought more confidence. While practice seldom made perfect drivers, it made good enough drivers, and that was precisely what Cory considered himself to be. Light and shadow flickered across the face of the twenty seven year old, both from the windshield and from the sunroof of his 2003 hand-me-down Subaru. Cory had matured into what some would consider to be an elder-bro. He still wore a navy blue polo shirt and khaki pants. A backwards baseball cap hid his thinning hair while polarized oval sunglasses covered his eyes. He'd regularly shaved for the office, though salt and ginger hair tried to grow out despite his efforts.

Cory found a certain zen to driving. Some people disassociated while driving, off in their own head while they forgot entire swathes of their journey. Cory's commute was a bit longer, taking the highway out of the big city to head to his house somewhere a little more sedate. No one liked to be stuck in traffic and he could usually cope, but as the slower lanes ground to a stand still, Cory merged left to try and get past them. The tick-tick-tick of his signal popped off with a flick of his wrist, his foot depressing down on the gas pedal. It was another risk, of course, to accelerate. People would be trying to jump out of the stalled lanes no doubt. Come to think of it, the fast lane was probably clear because they merged up ahead... but there were no flares, no caution signs, no chalk, no reflectors...

Surrendering to his better instincts, Cory eventually did slow down. His eyes peeked up ahead where he saw the source for the slowdown. A large double tanker truck had flipped over and corkscrewed, one tank on its side and the other upside down. An ominous pinkish-orange haze was wafting out of the rear tank, blowing into the thick trees. Where were the police? Why was no one else trying to go around? If he was lucky, he'd inch past and continue on his merry way. Cory kept a fair pace going, but as the winds shifted outside, the plume of pinkish-orange smoke doubled back and the haze came crashing across the highway just as his Subaru plunged into it.

The car's air vents pumped the smoke into the car, delivering it through four large and four small grills. The acrid metallic tang was oddly salty. Cory coughed and sputtered, his hand moving to blindly flick at the fans while he tried to keep his eyes on the side of the road. The fans only accelerated the process, circulating the gas inside the cabin of the car. Sweat beaded out across Cory's forehead and from the center of his chest. His pits moistened and his cock stirred in his pants. The vague outline of the corkscrewed truck drifted by before the traffic began thinning out again.

Cory reached over and rolled his windows down, allowing the trapped smoke to leak out as he continued down the highway. Cory tried to control his breathing, inhaling in and exhaling out. In and out. The air was crisp and cool on his nostrils, almost like ice against the hot flesh. It was almost a bit too harsh, enough that Cory's face tightened. His nostrils flared wider, but they didn't stop expanding. The flesh between them contorted and twisted, narrowing in some places and thickening in others. A strange tightening came from the bridge of his nose as the skin and everything beneath contracted.

With an odd pop, Cory's nose had tilted upwards, revealing the swollen underside as what was most clearly a snout. His blunt, wide nose continued to spread, the upper ridge firming and setting. Cory sniffled and snorted as he drew air in, feeling the sensation already rippling outward from his lungs. The driver slammed a fist down on the hazard lights as he pulled over to the curb of the road, panting hard, moaning. He blinked a few times, reaching up to lift his sunglasses, getting a good look at himself in the rear view mirror.

He had a snout - a pig snout to be exact... and it looked good. A strange grin crossed his lips as he reached up to admire himself, rubbing at it. As he did, his cheeks tickled and burned as rusty orange hair sprouted outward, growing in thick and even. Each hair was stiff and wiry, making the beard dense, but the hairs were also straight, making them appealingly uniform and even. Cory's ears twitched as the tips pushed into pits, the lobes themselves tapering back into a most inhuman angle.

Cody let out a soft grunt, one hand moving from his snout to his beard, his ear, then his pec. His shirt seemed to be fitting tighter and the reason was soon apparent. As his hand slipped up under it, he found softer, flabbier flesh than he'd had moments before. He tugged the polo shirt up to reveal a beer belly and the start of puffy, saggy pecs. His fingers dug into the meat, molesting himself as he massaged and squeezed and tugged, moaning all the harder as his nipples grew erect and fat.

A wet spot began to leak out across the lap of his pants, staining the khaki. The salty, briny liquid ran down across an increasingly fat thigh. Cory brought both hands down, slamming his fist onto the seat belt before throwing the straps away, turning his attention instead onto the fly of his pants. He plucked and picked at it until the button finally gave out. The zipper went down next, his boxers hastily pushed down until his pre soaked cock sprung free, flinging its masculine drool across the new hair stretching up across his belly.

A deep snorting came from Cory's nostrils as he tried to curl his numb fingers around his cock. His fingernails had darkened in the last few moments, shifting from ivory to a dull, muddy brown. Even his fingers seemed oddly fat, especially as the webbing between them started to stretch out before tightening. His fingers were pulled together, tingling and burning as the cells began to merge and fuse. Four fingers became two, leaving only his thumb independent. The dark nails spread out on his malformed hands, creating hard cap-like tips that seemed almost hoof-like. Through all of it, Cory couldn't help but massage his dick, lost in the bliss of it all.

Up and down, calloused fingertips lubricated by copious pre. The flesh of Cory's dick was darkening, the heft of it elongating without it getting any thicker. Cory wondered what his frat bros would have said. He'd never been wide enough to write home about, but his cock was looking fine as it got longer... except maybe for the bend in it? As Cory jacked off, he threw his head back, squealing out. His cock took a noticeable curve, twisting and spiraling. It was tough and rigid, the urethra drooling. The extended path his pre had to take only increased the pleasure, but it was clearly not a human cock anymore. It was a spiral, a corkscrew, just like a pig's.

An ache began to pulse beneath Cory as he masturbated. It started in his tailbone, though it radiated out through the rest of his body like a lighthouse. It was a pain that Cory had come to associate with his office chair at home... and his office chair at work... and even his recliner if he wasn't careful. Just about the only place he had relief from that tailbone pain was his car, but here it was again. His lips curled unhappily as he wriggled from side to side, unwilling to take his hand off his cock. As he maneuvered, Cory's pants sagged down from his ass cheeks.

What had been a smooth cleft was now filled with an irritated, reddened nub of flesh. The bony protrusion was insistent, having pried itself free from his pelvis. As the bone drifted further out, the skin was pulled taut over it. The skin tightened even more as a new bone formed between the sharp point and the segment behind, then another. Muscles and ligaments webbed over the new extension beneath the skin and, as they anchored themselves, they pulled the mass into a gently spiraling curve. Much like the flesh stretching out from Cory's groin, his brand new tail was also a corkscrew.

The car was slowly starting to lurch forward and back as he jacked off, the momentum of his thrusts building up enough inertia to travel through the chassis. The navy blue polo had ridden up like a collar around him, revealing his hairy belly and his full pecs. His mutated left hand reached up, pawing at the shirt, tugging and pulling at it until he yanked it off. His sunglasses went clattering into the footwell of the passenger side seat but Cory didn't care. He snorted and sniffed, his cock aching with need. Thick bristles pushed out the skin of his sack as it thickened, hanging lower. Wave after wave of hormones surged through the pig that had once been human.

It felt good - no, actually it felt great... but it wasn't enough. Cory tried to get up, his shoes feeling clumsy and ill fitting. He fumbled for the door and swung it open, clambering out of his car. He nearly tripped as his foot came down the first time, his shoe tilting to one side before popping off. His sock was soaked with sweat, the flesh inside wriggling and shifting. The cotton snagged on a rough bit of asphalt and slid off, revealing a cluster of merging toes. The keratin that had once been individual toenails had spread, thickening and hardening, forming actual hooves for his cloven feet. It only took another few steps for Cory's other shoe to fall apart, that sock cut open by the sharpness of his hooves.

Cory's hairy, broadening shoulders rose and fell with breath. He huffed that breath through his pig snout, his teeth bigger and thicker in his skull. The breeze blew through his coarse, dense beard. His eyes were dark, color draining out of his irises until they were gray. His corkscrew cock stuck out before him, his balls having oozed out of the fly of his pre-stained khakis. Somehow, through everything, the pig-bro's hat had remained atop his head even as his pointed ears twitched. He looked around with his gray eyes, looking back at the corkscrewed truck. It was all starting to make sense...

The cars and trucks that had stopped on either side of the truck had been in the path of the smoke, and much like his own, most had open doors. Cory began walking back toward the overturned vehicle, unafraid of the acrid chemicals pouring from it. If anything, his cock quivered as he imagined being hit with another dose, a grin crossing his porcine lips. He kept jerking off with every step back towards the truck, though somewhere in the distance he heard a new sound. It was the growl of a motorcycle engine.

As a vague circle of illumination began to cut through the orange fog, Cory instinctively reached out with his arm straight. The motorcycle burst out of the cloud, the rider catching Cory's arm in a clothesline. The motorcycle kept going, the rider stopped suddenly as all the air was knocked out of his lungs. Cory slid a little, hooves scraping the asphalt. The momentum rebounded and the rider came crashing down onto the road, sending their helmet clattering across the roadway. The young man coughed and sputtered, inhaling deeply to regain the oxygen he'd lost from the impact. Cory only grinned as the wind shifted again, sending the toxic, mutagenic cloud sweeping over both of them, giving the rider something far fouler than the air he had expected.

There was an anticipatory glee that made Cory's knees tingle as he looked down at the cloud's next convert. He was surprisingly close to what Cory had imagined when sitting in traffic next to young bikers. His shoulders were a little broader than most young men his age, his torso a little stockier. His hair was buzzed evenly, about an inch thick, but the sides had been shaved clean to give a vague business-mohawk sort of aesthetic. The biker was panting through thick lips as the color drained out of his eyes, leaving the irises grayish silver in a matter of moments.

A grin crossed Cory's lips as he watched the biker's ears begin to stretch into points. The grin grew even larger as he realized the biker's panting was shifting from being winded to being excited. The black and red leather biker jacket shifted as he arched his back. Cory licked his own lips as he reached his three fingered hand down, caressing his massive, fat, corkscrew cock. Thick pre dribbled from the tip, splattering across the asphalt. The biker's eyes widened in momentary surprise, then lingering lust.

"You like pork, don't ya kid?" Cory asked, taking a half step forward, then another, bringing his cock over the biker's legs, then his waist. Cory had intended to dangle his package in front of the young man, to tease and tantalize him, but the biker swung his head forward, his lips plunging over the rubbery meat that was offered. His gray eyes slid shut as he began to suckle and slurp, bobbing his head forward and back eagerly. Cory let out a growl of surprised bliss, bringing a hand down to grab onto that short mohawk and use the biker's skull as a fuck toy.

After a few haphazard eruptions of pre from Cory's new porcine cock, a steadier supply of ooey-gooey man milk began to usher forth down the biker's hungry gullet. He sucked on it eagerly, eyes glazed over, ramming his face into the older man's groin. He was hungry enough that he smashed his nose against the pillow of flesh and hair above his cock over and over until his nose stopped tipping back down when he retracted. The nose remained tilted up, and with its new angle, the flesh began to toughen and widen, stretching out. Teardropped shaped nostrils dilated and the bridge of the nose broadened.

This was perfection... Cory looked at the corruption spreading across the young man, reveling in it. A fat pig snout, broadening pig ears, and a blossoming shadow of stubble crossing his face. Cory hadn't thought about it at first, but he watched with admiration as a dusty blondish brown haze sprouted across the biker's cheeks. Like his own, the hairs were wiry and tough, leaving them untangled and dense. Unlike his, however, they didn't stay at a uniform length... The hairs bristling out from his cheeks were respectable in length, but the hairs along his jawbone, especially his chin, were stretching out at a remarkable speed.

Cory began to shiver gently as the a newly formed mustache tickled his man meat. He quivered as he felt a curtain of hair grazing and brushing against his thighs. The well groomed, short hair of the biker was fading as his pig beard grew out, descending down from his fat cheeks and strong jaw. He kept sucking and slurping with greed, even as his pointed, flared ears twitched on either side of his head, but something else began to graze the sides of Cory's cock. He looked down to see two tiny nubs of tusks rising up from the corners of the biker's mouth.

Thick, potent, corrupted jizz shot out of Cory's cock, filling the bearded pig's mouth. An oddly loud pop came as the zipper on his motorcycle jacket popped off the teeth and the collar split open in a v, revealing curly fur covering his thickening pectorals. The jacket continued to pry itself open, wider and wider, as the biker's pecs swelled forward, his stomach began to round and his shoulders grew more massive.

"Fuck..." Cory groaned, cumming harder than he had his entire life. He looked down with half lidded eyes, watching the biker's jacket break all the way free as a rounded muscle gut pushed out, covered in fur. The jacket rode up enough that Cory was sure that his own corkscrew tail was wriggling its way free over fat, muscled ass cheeks... but he was more interested as the mound of furry flesh crept up from the waistband of his pants - pants that were glistening with the pearlescent shine of precum soaking all the way through the denim.

A hand slowly rose up from the asphalt, digits newly merged into three fingers. The biker flexed it slightly, getting used to their blunt, primal strength. He reached down to paw at his pants until, like his jacket, the button and zipper gave way. The fabric split out and a fiendishly quick snap of his paw slipped his underwear down. Waiting beneath was a glistening, plump, purplish gray cock throbbing in time with the biker's heart.

The biker slowly pulled off of Cory's curved cock, licking his beard lined lips. He'd started out looking like a gym bro, but now he sported a biker beard worthy of the fiercest gangs. It was still continuing to grow, creeping down past his adam's apple. His eyes were gazing down at his shaft, watching the once proud spire begin to twist and curve, using its elongating mass to increase the pitch of its new shape. The hand reverently drifted to it, feeling its contours and curves, figuring out a new way to jack off.

Cory's grin turned mildly malicious. He was, of course, delighted that his young friend was enjoying what it meant to be a pig, but that didn't mean that he was done with his own self-gratification. The elder hog grabbed the biker by the shoulder and gave him a shove. He landed on his knees and one shoulder, his right hand still clutching his own dick. Sure enough, the biker's new corkscrew tail was waggling above a furry valley between his ass cheeks. Cory let out a sniffle and a snort, grabbing onto his jeans before tugging them the rest of the way down.

It took mere moments for the tip of Cory's spiral ham to find its way to the rubbery pucker of his partner. Cory's teeth ground together as he angled just right before he began pushing in. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he felt that meat slide in, working its way around and around and around. If sex had felt good as a human, this was so much more. The corkscrew gave him more surface area, more chances for nerves to be touched, for sensations to rip through him. It gave more friction, more grab, more presence...

The biker began to moan, then grunt, then oink as his ass was invaded. It took a few clumsy attempts, but he began to find a pattern to jerking himself off while Cory fucked his pork rind. Before long, he was shaking and heaving, rocking back and forth, his pig snout flaring as he basked in the pleasure. All around the two, fluffy clouds of pinkish-orange gas washed over them, drifting down the highway and into the trees, nourishing them and encouraging them.

Cory was, somewhere in the back of his mind, amazed that the biker was still growing... Unfettered by pants and with his jacket split open, his belly continued to grow fatter and fuller, hanging down lower. His arms bloated, his legs thickened, and Cory had little doubt that the reason his boots were flexing and bending came down to the merging of his toes into hooves. The changes only inspired Cory to fuck harder and deeper.

Three fingered hands came down on fat flanks, a twisted cock plumbing the dark depths of the corrupted biker. Cory grunted and huffed, slamming his hips forward and back, feeling his own spiral tail twitching as his pointed ears flapped against the side of his head. His broad snout sorted the toxic air as he went at it, claiming this virile pig as his own. He threw his head back, letting out a squeal of delight. The sound vibrated through his teeth, some of which felt oddly soft... soft and warm... The reason became apparent as he felt something rooting its way up and out from his lower lips.

Yellowed tusk nubs rose up higher and higher, coming out just enough to clear his upper lips. They were a sharp contrast to the dense, even honey brown beard that Cory sported. The tusks hardened as they cooled, solidifying, coming up just a few centimeters above his upper lip. They were taller and more developed than the biker, a sign of Cory's maturity and status. Cory rolled his head around, feeling the breeze blowing over his larger body. He could smell the biker's sweat and cum, his musk and his spice.

The sounds were wet and lewd, messy and harried. Cory's movements became rougher, haphazard, uneven, and then he let out an even louder squeal as he came harder than he had yet. Rope after rope of sticky pig cum filled the biker's ass, and as that cock spasmed inside his tight passage, the biker began to squeal and cum as well. His semen spilled across the highway like an oil slick, cementing his change and sealing his fate. His brain had been marbled by the lust and pleasure seeking nature of his new existence. Every thought would be laced with the need for pleasure... and he didn't mind one damn bit.

For several more long moments, the two continued their coupling before Cory reluctantly pulled back, popping his spiral dick free with a satisfying sound. He stumbled back a little, allowing the biker to push himself up on all fours, rising up... and up... and up. Cory hadn't realized it, but his piglet had added on a good foot and a half in height. Combining that with his massive shoulders and gut, the younger male was almost a third larger than Cory was - but he was completely subservient. Cory reached up to rub the short mohawk on the young hog's head.

"What's your name?" Cory asked, his voice deeper and gruffer than he expected.

"Park-" The biker hesitated, a strange grin crossing his lips, "Porker." he said finally. Cory grinned slowly at that and stood up on his hoof tips to give the bearded biker a kiss.

"You got a nice ass, Porker." he replied, though his thicker brows knit together as he tried to think of a suitable name for himself.

"Not sure what to call myself just yet." he admitted. Porker grinned a little.

"How about... daddy?" he asked. Cory let out a small growl of pleasure at that.

"For now, daddy... I like it." he said, giving Porker's ass a quick slap of approval. Gray, horny eyes swept across the overturned truck and the abandoned vehicles that were strewn across the sides of the road. "I think we have two choices." Cory said after a moment, "We try to find the others, or wait to see who else will turn to our cause."

"I think we should go downwind a little, wait for the rescue workers. I always wanted to see what kind of pigs the police could turn into." Porker said. Cory merely chuckled, slinging an arm around his piglet's ample waist. It was going to be a very good day.