Sentiments by K. Rooste, story written by T.K. Rustin

“Scenes”

Standing as he gawked at this near colorless piece of art showing Circe the witch and her swine, Doug felt oddly drawn to this scene, as if at sometime he had played a part during the drawing.

Doug stood as close as the red felt rope allowed, as it kept him at a distance.

He eyed the one black hog as it gamboled with a fevered fervor, trying the best it could to reach and plead with Circe.

The scene had Circe seated and on occasion tossing her big boar hogs some acorns or berries, things that hogs love to eat.

Doug took note of one hog boar; it would seem to weigh in near four hundred pounds. It looked not only huge of body, but also well endowed with the maleness afforded to big boar hogs. He eyed this one closely, taking note while not believing it, but thought the animal actually moved.

Wanting to know how the painter in his artwork could possibly portray this, Doug strained to get as close to the piece of art as was humanly possible.

The red rope was close to tipping off its moorings when Doug gave the one black boar a slight tipping touch with his index finger.

One horrified scream echoed the marble halls and courts of the art museum. People screamed and ran from the Circe exhibit. In a flash of bright light, as the artwork gained yet another hog as part of the painting, while in the scene stood one new creature, it being facially a young man and the remainder of him was like unto another big boar hog.

This creature seemed intent upon coaxing his exceptionally swine like male organ into the rump of one mature boar standing directly before and under him. In the scene, Doug found himself as this strange creature. He relished his sensual sensation as what his male human penis then stood erect and throbbing, changed was he and it to that properly found on a real boar and pig.

In his mind Doug gave moans and groans as from inside the artistic scene, Circe seemed more than pleased to own another boar hog.

Bestial gay lusts came with wild sensation as Doug began to rut this other boar. He had the wildest of sensations and from where he stood the woman who was as Circe called to him by name.

“Doug, if you like what you feel, I could make it permanent!” Circe asked Doug, he listening to her offer and thought of giving a positive reply.

Rooster,

This is certainly a different story. I am curious to know what will follow if you write a part 2. A 10 for this offering.

Pet :P

"From the archive of notes written by K. Rooste"

Excited, sensual in the extreme, being a boar hog and one of Circe's swine, Doug felt drawn to accept her handsome offer.

The black boar who had so enthused Doug, he turned from his gamboling pleads to circe, giving Doug and ugly scowl. His eyes burned into Doug as if white hot steel digging into his flesh. A connection between two minds, both then quite animalistic in nature and form, but still soundly human in rational patters of thought.

"Damn you foolish one, be you so vile as to wantant and wish yourself be as are we, as swine kept and fed by Circe. Dare you to know that come once each week she sends for one of our number. The one chosen goes to his death, slaughtered, and then served to other daring fools who will soon join the realm of her beasts." So spoke in mental communication directly into the mind of one art student by the first name of Doug!

His male piggy boar shaft feeling tight and tickled by the boar hog he was right then giving some delight, it taunted of him to accept the offer of Circe. Doug felt it worthwhile to trade his soul and body, delighted to be as and live the bestial lifestyle of a boar.

Squeals and grunting sounds boiled out of every hog standing there before Circe.

Doug looked about, he taking note that some of the bigger hogs were in fact sows.

"Sows," he exclaimed in mind, as Doug thought of how they with their tight pussies would maybe favor some of his technique.

Suddenly he heard all the pigs laughing in unison, all knowing his every thought, and finding his vain foolish thinking as if quite funny.

"I like it here, I always thought those who Circe changed into animals had a better and special place in history. You, all of you here were men, feeling things as do humans and wanting of such sensual things that the fantasy of being a beast looked nice, neat, and a thing of wonder and delight. I want this, and am happy I found my way into being a hog for this wonderful woman!" Doug stood still buried so deep his sheath had parted the anal lips of the cross-eyed boar he was giving a royal screwing.

Circe stood up, pointing at Doug and ordering all the other pigs to stand aside.

"Come to me my young and brash piggy boar, let me reward one such as you with more than what these damned fools can offer," spoke Circe, her eyes offering Doug a warm welcome, as if she were wanting to be friendly.

As if the Red Sea parted, it made then of boars and sows, a path to Circe stood open for Doug to walk.

He stepped up and past the other bigger hogs, he being on the grow himself, but far from the size he might become, given time and his getting to the trough first.

Circe knelt down and gave a loving message to his stout piggish baor sheath. She rubbed his hardy big balls, giving them a slight squeeze, and urging him to walk beside her into her white castle.

All the other boars went wild with male lust. Many turned and went straight on, mounting those who were men and stood changed into sows. Oinks, and squeals of sows feeling their vulva rutted hard, elongated boar shafts working off the fustration caused by Doug, and what was worse, so many were normally horny.
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quite unique, thanks for posting I enjoyed it.

"From the archive of notes belonging to K. Rooste"

The clicking of piggy hooves echoed the marble floors and walls as Doug the brash young boar walked beside the woman of his dreams. He felt such love and an admiration for her, still having the feeling of her massaging his new maleness. Ignoring the rank flavors that abounded in his mouth, he breathed deeply, and was of fond hope that Circe had some wondrous exciting plan for him.

The tickled feeling of doing any quick run had his sheath giggling, and testicles sashaying between large rounded buttocks. He felt his corkscrew piggy tail whisk and the bristled end tickle the sensual folds of his tight anus.

Floppy ears flopped with every step or stride, as this and the sensation of how his bulky fat body hung and giggled too, walking the hallowed halls of a castle belonging to one man hating witch.

“I have a plan for one such as you; you are different than the others! You came into our world of your own free will, wishing to join Grille and the others in the sty. I admire men of adventure, and for any man to desire being bestial, preferring to live the life of an animal; it is of these men I wish to love and receive their love.” This Circe admitted she speaking to Doug as the two of them walked deeper into her mighty and white fortress castle.

Although Doug was thrilled for his good fortune, he took an ominous note of those others standing along the hallway. Lions some, Bears, Minotaur, a few exceeding alluring and wildly sexy looking female satyr creatures, plus male satyrs having enormous sheaths and one showing off his long and dark red goaty meat, it standing erect and as if a salute to Circe.

Circe motioned to the Satyr females, they stepping along and taking a position just behind Doug.

Then the procession stopped, Circe opening a door to some lavish large room. As Doug stood on his four shorter legs he could peer in and took quick note of a heart shaped big bed, a table set with bread, cheese, and several bottles of what appeared to be wine.

“Satyress’ please take my friend Doug inside and wash, massage, and feed him well, preparing him for a wild night of sex and tempting sensual pleasures.” Circe said, her voice as much an order to those who she had adorned into living a creatures partly human, mostly as if goats, and blatantly sensual looking, enticing to any man that gazed upon those slender and sexy bodies.

Doug tried to look up and back across his humped piggy back, but such moves were for a hog as if something close, to impossible.

Instead, his actions duly notated by the Satyress women, they talking in muffled voice, giggling, and rushing forward to orgy with one big hog that Circe favored with a night of please; and with her!

Doug rushed into the large room, turned and from his lowly vantage, ogled with deep-set eyes the coming Satyress women. They were all smiles as if willing and happily ready to message him into a drunken state of some sexual merriment.

One Satyress knelt down before Doug, she stood on what was like her right knee, leaving the other leg poised and standing on her cloven hoofs. This, her sexy stance gave Doug a full view of a furry pussy; it tantalized him, mouth watered, as he had sudden desire to press his snout into her groin, sniffing, licking, and enjoying her offer.

In a short time, Doug was cleaning a Satyress, as another lay nearly beneath his rounded belly, she licking at his boar’ sheath, corkscrew shaft protruded and delighting him from the sensations.

Another Satyress had fallen over Doug, she lying across his back, her hands messaging his bristly hide with some moisturizing oil.

Hours passed but Doug stood at the Satyress courtesy, he had not given a thought to what the oily message had started; he becoming as partly again of manly statue.

The orgy had moved to the big bed, Doug by then lay there with a manly torso, having elongated legs but purely swine like in appearance, textures, and function. He retained his extra enlarged big testicles, a boar sheath, the corkscrew penis, and it lengthening to that equal of a pony stallion.

Entirely covered in a thick matting coat of coarse piggish bristles, the Satyress brushed and combed him, this taunting him to keep a massive erection. It stood stuck upward in a forward pointing manner, extending out his belly mounted sheath, and then stroked, remaining stiff and at full ready!

He still had his piggy tail, but laying there on the bed this part of his anatomy, they all ignored.

Facially he was again human, but had a blunt and piggish style of nose. His lips and mouth returned to human form, losing his tusks, but retaining the sharp teeth given to pigs and boars for chewing corncobs.

Human arms had returned so that he might hold and hug of Circe during their wild night together. His hands however, remained lost to his use, as he retained the cloven trotter hoofs of a mature pig.

With the preparation completed, a new Doug stood modeling his piggish, sensual semi-human form before that Satyress audience, he felt as if ready for what might come his way.
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