TG Caption - Happy Sow's Year

As I said, I'm trying to make more anthro caps! Hehe, this was pretty fun to write. And yep, this is a new year's eve special. Delayed, but still. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it guys, and leave your opinion below! :3

PS.: You should await for pretty fine news these next two months...

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Story version bellow!

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   “You could give me a little help, you know?” Romeo angrily said, carrying all bags from the car. “Aww, we just arrived, honey… Let’s take a nap inside, it was a long trip!” Alice yawned. “No way! I’m finally meeting your parents and they move in three days! I don’t want them to think I’m lazy!” “And I don’t want them to think you are compulsive! Oh and please, don’t start with the ‘cleaning’ stuff!” She yawned to him, stepping out of the car. “I am not compulsive!” “Oh no, of course you aren’t!” Alice giggle, cheerfully kissing Romeo’s cheek. They’ve been dating for some months, so he knew how much Alice loved the farm in which she grew up. When she moved to town, her parents kept it, but now they were feeling too old and tired, deciding to move to Alice’s older sister’s house and sell the old farm. That new year was going to be the first (and last) time Romeo visited Alice’s old home.

    But she wasn’t lying: Romeo had some sort of cleaning mania, a visible disgust for anything dirt. And years of living in the big city didn’t prepare the poor boy to the farm’s life, so Alice warned him about how messy a farm could be. It was a challenge, but the cheerful atmosphere of new year’s eve helped him to go through it! It was already January 1st and Romeo was standing the dusty surrounds and muddy floor of the living room pretty well, until Alice’s father suggested his daughter and Romeo to go with him and meet the outside of the farm.

    From the stable to the dog kennel, each centimeter seemed to trigger Romeo more and more. But he kept going, no matter how disgusting the place was. Until they finally reached his limit, as Alice’s father proudly took them to the pigsty, where a giant, fat pig lazily snorted on the mud. “And that is Ricky, our greatest treasure! He already won three competitions! Oh, I will miss him... Wait, wanna see him closer? I will get the keys!” Alice’s father asked, excited, turning his back without waiting for a reply. “He wants me to go in there?” “Come on, honey…” Romeo hold the sty’s fence before he started talking. “Look Alice, I know i- WHOA!” He interrupted himself suddenly, as with a crack the old fence gave in to his weight, making the boy loudly crash against the dirt on the sty’s inner, waking up a screaming Ricky. Alice made her best to hold a laugh, as her boyfriend screamed almost as loud and hysterical as the pig. “THAT’S ENOUGH!” He shout, trying to get up just to fall with his face back onto the mud, causing Alice to burst laughing. “THIS PLACE IS DISGUSTING! I JUST WANT TO GO HOME!” He whined, trying to get up, when the pig suddenly hit against his leg. “AND GET AWAY FROM ME, YOU FILTHY ANIMAL!” Romeo screamed.

    “What did you call me, sir?” A voice answered the man. For a second, the couple was stunned, trying to find the sound’s source. “Dad?” “No, Alice. Try again.” This time, the voice wasn’t followed by silence, but by a desperate scream coming from Alice. Romeo, even if not screaming, was at least as scared as his girlfriend: the voice was not coming from any person in the room, but from an angry looking Ricky. “THE PIG IS TALKING!” “Yes Romeo, I believe Alice noticed I’m talking. What is really surprising is how someone as stubborn as you can criticize me.” “ALICE, THE PIG IS F-” “Oh, enough of your voice!” Ricky interrupted him. Alice was still in shock before she realized the desperate sounds Romeo was producing, with his mouth absolutely shut up. “Romeo?” “Don’t worry, Alice, you will thank me for making him shut up.” “W-What is this? I-I’m dreaming...” “Before I silence you too, Alice, why don’t you tell me: do you know which animal year this is in Chinese mythology?” Alice stood quiet: not only she didn’t know, she also wasn’t sure if she was awake.

    “Okay then… You see, humans think their intelligence is the greatest among animals. And during 364 days of the year they are right. But once a year, during the first day of your calendar, the stars align in favor of a certain species. Bunnies, dogs… Pigs. When the stars align in our favor, we are gifted for 24 hours with an intelligence far beyond what you can conceive, allowing us to bend reality in our favor. And for 12 hours now I’ve been awake. And I know what you humans do to us, pigs… Savaging us, eating us… I was decided to do nothing, since I knew I couldn’t change an entire species. But come in here to disturb my silence and disrespect me like that… This human shall suffer the consequences of his ignorance!”

    Romeo and Alice stared at each other in disbelief, the man standing on his knees on the mud, before he contorted in pain. “Ricky, stop it!” Alice screamed, advancing in the boy’s direction, just to soon find herself unable to move. “Just watch. I’m already punishing both of you, children...” Romeo could barely listen to the discussion happening by his side: second after second, his body was feeling warmer, and a strong pain in his stomach was preventing him from even looking to his sides: always a skinny man, he was feeling as if something inside of him was expanding… His stomach itself being, somehow, stretched… And a gurgling sensation of his inners being reallocated. As he forced his eyes to look below, he uselessly tried to scream: his hands, partially sank in the wet mud, were shrinking! Even worse than that, though, was the weirdly pink color they were getting. Actually, the skin of both his hands was gurgling, not only turning pink but also losing every single trait of hair, a surprisingly smooth feeling against the dirt.

    In fact, the transformation was quick enough for Romeo to watch as every cell of his skin was being reshaped; and as the pink color was spreading now to his arm, he panicked as the mud sucked him more and more, not because it was getting deeper, but because his arms were getting shorter. But saying that the young man was losing weight didn’t seem correct: the shorter his bones were getting, the chubbier they looked, as fat formed on the limbs of the once slim Romeo; soon, both his arms had a perfectly pink skin, that other spots of his body were still starting to develop; however, the shrinking called even more attention than the change of color: Alice desperately watched as her once tall boyfriend was now a small figure squirming, hardly more than 5ft tall; but the proportions were still adjusting, and Romeo could feel each of his limbs changing: his shoulders, his torax, and in matter of seconds even his legs; and for each millimeter lost of height and length, a proportional amount of fat was added. Now, even his belly was more noticeable, with the adjustment of his inner organs taking paths that went beyond a simple stomach growth.

    Unable to react, he could feel the weight gain stretching his once baggy clothes to the limit of ripping; but for some instants he forgot about the weight gain, as a much weirder sensation (if that’s possible) overtook his head: it started just with an already expected inflation of his cheeks, becoming a plump fat, with a bright pink color of fear; but the warm sensation grew more intense, starting by the expansion of his lips, now assuming a prominent shape that perfectly matched the feminine features his face was acquiring. And that was when he felt a strong pull on his nose: as if an invisible hook pulled his nostrils up without causing any pain but a slight discomfort, he felt his nose being reshaped, growing, rounding, until, in despair, he looked at Alice with a perfect pig-like nose. Unsettled, he felt deaf for a second, as his ears shared a similar fate after some instants: growing, soft and muggy, they fell inhumanly over his cheeks, before Romeo felt his skull warm, his skin stretching to bizarrely move the ears to the top of his head, where they rested animalistic between his hair; and by the sensation of tingling on them, he realized that, during this entire time, his hair had been remodeled, growing and adjusting to his scalp. With tears in his eyes, he once again stared at Alice, that now watched in pure confusion at his boyfriend new pork appearance.

    But the androgynous look he now had, like a chubby small girl, proved the transformation wasn’t over. And that was confirmed when, under his skin, the mass still in formation began to gurgle, readjusting to develop curves in very specific places of his body: from his thighs, that now loudly ripped the seam of his jeans, making the plumpy round warm legs rub against each other, to his ass, that grew more and more, not only gaining weight but acquiring a round, bubbly shape, that warmth rested over the ankles of the still squirming boy. His entire body was now hot, and, sweating, he could feel the reshaping of his inners, his skin rubbing against itself, the sensation of pressure on his chest and belly increasing, forcing him to adjust his own position, making way for his waist to shrink just enough to make the large hips and ass more visible. But the increasing of his chest mass didn’t seem to stop, and what once started as tits you’d expect in a fat man now grew to proportions and forms of a pair of female’s breasts, the plump tender nipples he developed a proof of it. The heat seemed to increase at every second, as the tight shirt finally gave up, ripping to make way to the gargantuan fat tits to bounce free from it. Unable to hold it with his frozen tiny hands, all he could do was watch as his new puppies wobbled free right beneath his eyes.

    With a feeling of twist between his legs, he tried to scream, feeling his dick being reshaped, arousingly rubbing against his plump thighs, parts of it being quickly sucked by his own groin, as the bulge that once featured under the fabric of his pants gave place to a delicate camel toe resting between his sweat, perfectly round plump thighs. A sweating that increased, as former Romeo felt a heat he never experienced, as if the fat he now owned was a heavy cloak, turning the cold mud into an irresistible relief, a desire he couldn’t contain taking over his mind… “Why don’t we hear our child first words, Alice?” Ricky said, followed by a loud, piggy scream, the anthropomorphic pig girl let out, as her body collapsed and she let her entire body fell, rolling on the dirty ground, surrounded by the cold relief of mud, watched by a speechless Alice.

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     “Oh shoot!” A girly, snort-like voice screamed from the kitchen, followed by the sound of a liquid dripping on the floor. Alice put her cell phone down. “What did you do now?” “I just tried to get some OINK! I mean, some milk!” The girl replied, frustrated. Since two days ago, when former Romeo turned into a chubby pig girl, she has gotten noticeably clumsier and messier, even if keeping her old cleaning mania. Though now, with the petite limbs she wasn’t used to have, the animalistic instincts of wallowing into mud, her mind considerably slower and her clumsy aptness to turn everything into a mess, she had to spend a long part of the day in order to assure everything is clean and organized. A task in which she often failed. “Can’t you OINK! I mean, can’t you give a help?” She asked, standing on all fours to clean the spilled milk from the kitchen’s floor, half naked, her pussy and ass completely exposed, as the old apron Alice found her barely managed to cover her fat mammaries. “I can’t! Too busy trying to explain my parents where you’ve gone and why I decided to spend some more days in the farm ‘by myself’!” “That isn’t OINK! That isn’t an excuse!” “For fuck’s sake Juliet, clean your own mess! And after you finish, I need help with the rest of the farm!” Alice shout, followed by the sound of something dripping once again and a desperate scream from her pig girlfriend. “What’s that? Spilled one more jar?” “N-No.... Not a OINK OINK! Not a jar...” Juliet mumbled, embarrassed, watching as she lactated through the apron wetting the floor once more. Alice hold a laugh, understanding what was going on. In 12 years, she hoped Ricky was still alive, so she could thank him: never for a second she thought about living in the farm, served and dominating her own big titter sow of a girlfriend. But now, hearing the sound of drips and the fabric drying the floor, she couldn’t be more satisfied!