"Truffle-Nose" - Boar Transformation Story (Patreon)

Man into Male Boar Transformation Story | Unwilling | NSFW | 3rd PoV

“There shall be punishment for your failures, be certain of it. Now let me think for a moment…” – Said the witch to her former apprentice Jack. The man trembled in fear, knowing that he failed his mistress for the last time. There was no way out of this situation judging by how cruel his employer treated him for the past years. “P-Please… I- I’ll do my best to repay you for that potion!” – Jack tried to argue with the callous mystic.

“Silence…! The question is not whether you will be transformed, but what you will be transformed into. Maybe a cat or a raven, although those seem to be too pleasant for the punishment you deserve, don’t you think Jack?” – The witch mocked the unfortunate man. Jack already started looking for the fastest way out of the hut, but before he had a chance to settle on something his thoughts got interrupted by the witch.

“I know! I see it now, you will make a perfect omnivore.” – The witch stated sternly and flexed her digits. “A-An omnivore-eagh…!?” – Jack exclaimed in pain as he got hit by a jolt of magic. Almost instantly his body started to throb and heat up. The man readjusted his shirt as he felt sweat start to strain it. “This can’t end like this… Mistress, please. I’ll prove to you that I can be a worthy employee!” – Jack tried once again to beg for mercy, but his transformation already began. The witch stared at him with a glimmer in her eye.

Jack coughed as his canines started to loosen in their sockets. His gums throbbed and started leaking blood as his teeth began falling out, one by one. The man spat them out in disgust along with blood and saliva. He then clutched his mouth in agony as two thick tusks began to writhe out of his gums, soon followed by many resilient molars. “Oghr-ghroood…! Nhroooohr!” – Jack panicked out loud as he spat out his last human tooth.

His maw got gradually filled with completely alien teeth belonging to some sort of a rather simplistic animal. The new teeth painfully stretched Jack’s mouth, especially the tusks which gave him some hints on what he was slowly transforming into. The man felt his ears start to twitch as they began narrowing and turning pointier.

“Wha-at in the hell is happening to me? What am I turning into?!” – Jack overreacted and managed to grab the witch by the sides. The witch didn’t answer, but continued to look at the man with piercing eyes. Jack started hyperventilating when his fingers slipped off the fabric of the witch’s garments.

His fingers were starting to alter drastically, turn shorter and fatter. The nails were swelling and becoming almost conical in shapes. Jack gasped as two digits, one from each of his hand started to slide higher on his hands and shrink into nothingness. The man screamed at the sight of his hands morphing into what looked like porcine trotters.

The witch pushed Jack off her and the man barely managed to catch himself against the wall behind him. He winced in pain as he felt his feet start to morph into porcine alternatives. The toes were swelling and becoming more animalistic, thicker and more resilient for soon the man wouldn’t need shoes anymore. His heels were rising and his feet slowly came out of the socks and shoes.

In the meantime Jack’s back was getting forcefully hunched and gradually reformed into a more animalistic alignment. Jack closed his eyes and bent over as he felt his vertebrae fatten underneath his flesh. He realised that he wasn’t able to straighten up anymore and soon he would be forced to walk on all fours.

Worst of all was the pressure rising all over Jack’s body as his form started to fatten up. His body was getting more resilient and suited to survive in difficult conditions. His muscles ached as they strengthened, but also became more restricted and simpler. Jack was forced to stick his arms in front of him as his shoulder blades snapped into their new positions.

“Gh-ah! Fuck, m-my shoulders… Oh God, I’m becoming a fucking pig!” – The man realised successfully as a fat bump began to form above his fattening ass. His tailbone was pushing out into a ropey tail of a boar. “No, not a pig. You’re becoming a boar. You’ll be mercifully let out into the wild.” – The witch stated and Jack’s eyes widened at that remark.

With his restricted limbs and the lack of hands Jack was unable to take off his clothes by now. The man grunted and almost squealed in discomfort as his shirt started tearing down the middle. His trousers slowly followed and revealed the pinkish flesh of Jack’s fattening legs. Jack squealed in shock as the witch used razor sharp scissors to free him of his useless clothes.

Jack tried to cover his exposed body, but his trotters were pretty much useless in this task. “Oh come on. You’re a simple animal, there’s nothing to look at anyway!” – The witch scolded Jack and slapped him on the back, forcing the man to drop onto all fours. Jack tried to jump up onto two legs, but he was too far gone in his transformation to succeed.

The man opened his mouth wide as his tusks suddenly started to grow longer and stretch his lips painfully. His nose was slowly starting to tilt forward and become rounder and more porcine. “Ghr-hruyeee…!” – Jack squealed as his jaws started pushing out and forming a snout. His mouth continued to surge forward and form a porcine muzzle. The growth forced Jack’s eyes to drift to the sides of his head and become beadier, dimmer and darker.

Jack shook his head and panted hard as his neck began swelling and growing wider, packed with necessary muscles to keep his thick head steady. In the meantime his already shortened torso started to balloon out and strain his flesh unpleasantly. Jack tried to scream in a human way, but it proven unsuccessful as his neck finished changing and his chest began barrelling out.

The man barely managed to look beneath him to see how his legs began shortening and becoming way less bendable. The man grunted in discomfort as his legs have been reduced to stumpy limbs that would barely allow him to move compared to what his human legs used to be.

The remaining changes proven to be the most uncomfortable ones. Jack growled in pain as a hump formed above his reformed shoulders. His hips got compressed slightly and became bulky and compact. His head hurt, especially at the top as his cranium began to forcefully compress and squeeze his brain into a much smaller shape.

Jack panted hard and barely registered what happened around him. All he was able to focus on was his agonising transformation. In addition to his torture was added a new sensation of itchiness. His whole body started to sprout shaggy brown fur, which thankfully spared him some shame. Especially as the man realised with a gut-churning realisation that his organs began to remould more dramatically than he anticipated.

Jack stumbled from side to side as his lungs inflated, guts realigned to be better suited for his diverse and rough diet. Worst of all were the sensations happening between his hind legs. The man cringed inside as he felt his mostly human penis start to grow longer. The foreskin was left behind and didn’t elongate with the shaft. Instead it slowly recede and an animalistic sheath started to encompass the man’s cock.

The alien and slightly screw-like shape of his penis was nothing compared to how his testicles started swelling bigger. They began weighing down his taut scrotum as they grew twice of their previous size and started to fill with potent boar seed. Jack shook his head, not even wanting to look down at what his manhood has been reduce to. Nonetheless he felt his shaft tickle his underside as he tried to move.

There was no way not to feel exposed in a bizarre situation like this, but there was one bittersweet upside of this whole situation. Jack’s transformation was coming to an end as his body bulked up for the last time. The changes stopped as abruptly as they began, but they left Jack the former human as a simple boar.

Jack snorted at the witch and lowered his head pitifully. The witch nodded in approval at Jack’s submission. “Gooood! I may even feed you some leftovers if you will be a good boar. Either way, the time to part our ways has come. Begone from my house and enjoy your new life out in the forest. Shoo!” – The witch hastened the boar-turned human.

Jack squealed frightened and left the woman’s house. He wanted to cry, but he wasn’t able to and it was one of his new struggles as a boar. There was little human behaviour left for Jack to practice as his body was restricted to simpler needs in all meanings. Jack lowered his snout again and realised something.

His overly sensitive nose caught a scent of something delicious. He had no clue what it was, but it smelled more than tasty. Jack followed his nose and found a mound of dirt. Without thinking much he began thrashing his tusked snout and digging for whatever was underneath the soil. Jack’s eyes widened as he found his prize – A few white truffles. “At least I don’t have to buy those at the market anymore in my current state…” – Jack concluded and started eating, which was a first step to survive in his new life…