Daddy Pig

Marco laughed seeing the shirt his friend had gotten him. Steve and him went way back, both older daddies. They were often seen as a couple when together, but both were tops so it never worked out. Steve still pined after Marco though, hoping to top him eventually, but Marco kept denying it. Still, they hung out together, even occasionally bringing each other a gift. "There's no such thing as too much butt" The shirt said, a pig pictured on the back. Marco couldn't agree with it more.

Marco spent the rest of the night with it on as the two went out barhopping, trying to pick up some boy sluts together. Marco didn't notice Steve seemed to pay more attention to him, not as interested in the other men around them. Marco was too busy looking at the eye candy to see, picturing them under him in bed.

As the two stood together at the bar, Marco was surprised by how much attention his rear he seemed to be getting. Almost everyone who walked behind him would slap his ass. Steve didn't care, assuming it was the shirt, but as the night went on something began to feel different. Each time he was hit it felt like a small shock in his head, his rear shaking for just slightly longer each time. He swore something had changed about his stance too, feeling his gait was held a little wider. He excused himself to the bathroom, wondering if he would see anything different in the mirror.

After stepping in, he walked up to the sink and eyed his reflection. There definitely was something off: his shirt seemed to be wrapping around him tighter. Had the fabric shrunk in the limited time he had been wearing it? As he looked, he noticed it was primarily its bottom that was stretched taut, causing the shirt to ride up slightly. It was almost like his lower half had grown. He wondered what could cause that, deciding to pull the shirt up, revealing that even his jeans had started to synch around his waist.

Marco's eyes grew wide as he looked at his new figure. His legs had filled out significantly, his ass bubbling out into the seat of his pants with the fabric skin-tight around his thighs. As he shifted his legs, he felt more to it. He was used to the hair of his furry rear getting caught and pulled by his underwear and jeans, but the cloth now moved easily around his lower half. He couldn't resist from slipping his hand underneath to feel his skin, and what he felt was… nothing.

Marco felt his plumped rear, of course, but his exterior was completely smooth. He pulled his shorts down to reveal a uniform pale skin, its surface much like that of a pig's. It continued all the way down his legs, causing another thought to turn over Marco's mind. Marco lifted his shirt higher, watching more and more of a hairless body revealed. It went all the way up to his chest and shoulders, the only hair left on his body his beard. He didn't know what to feel.

As Marco stood half naked to the room, he felt a tingling begin across his exposed self. He thought it was the cold air for a moment, but as it continued he felt it permeate deeper into his core, warming him up. That's when he realized he had started to harden- There was no doubt he was becoming aroused.

Marco couldn't stop from moving his hands across the rest of his unoccupied canvas. His touch was more exciting than he'd felt before, small shocks spreading into his system from the slight graze of his fingers, his skin alive with electricity. Marco had to close his mouth to stifle a moan, trying not to lose himself too much. Then the door opened.