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PJ had just started enjoying the emptiness of the gym (which was usually pretty packed at this late hour) and the buzz of his new preworkout when he looked over to notice big Rich Piana leaning against a power rack, resting between sets of squats. He made eye contact with PJ and bounced his eyebrows. PJ turned away, pretending he hadn’t noticed.
He’d been avoiding Rich’s calls for a few weeks now. Twice he’d shown up at PJ’s offices at Blackstone Labs unannounced. Once PJ had to threaten to call security before Rich left, calling him a pussy.
Rich wanted to make a deal with PJ to merge their supplement companies. It was a ridiculous deal; PJ had laughed at it at first, but Rich wasn’t taking no for an answer. Now, in the middle of an aggressive back workout, PJ looked around to find that the gym was entirely empty except for Rich and himself. There was no way he could avoid Rich this time. He turned back to his heavy deadlifts, trying to get busy enough to forget about the gigantic irritant in the room, but between sets he’d turn to find Rich smirking at him from across the gym. It’d be easier, PJ thought, if this guy would just walk over and say what he had to say. PJ grit his teeth; the new preworkout his company’s chemist had cooked up for him to try out was hitting him hard. He was moving massive numbers and did double the number of sets he’d planned on. He couldn’t believe how swole he was when he was finished; he could’ve done the entire thing all over again if his wife wasn’t waiting for him at home.
PJ hit the showers, registering the soreness in his body that set in after he’d finished lifting. His joints ached lightly, and he noticed a persistent little tickle in his jaw. He’d definitely have to see his doc the next day–maybe a trip to the chiropractor and the massage therapist was in order.
As he toweled off his big body, he saw Rich waddle into the room, swinging his bloated arms. “Sup Peej,” he said in his gruff voice. “Got a minute?”
“I’ve given you all the minutes you’re going to get, Rich,” PJ said, tying the towel around his waist. Rich was standing between him and his locker–he’d much rather be clothed when he had this confrontation, but fuck it: if he had to, he’d knock this fucker out naked. “I’m not interested in anything you’ve got for me.” Suddenly the feeling in his jaw flared up. PJ’s tongue searched the interior of his mouth curiously, finding its shape unfamiliar. He tried to ignore it. “See, here’s why you’ll never be a solid businessman: you don’t know how to play the game.” PJ paused, his hand suddenly cramping up. His freshly washed skin felt hot and tingly, and the achiness in his joints started throbbing with his heartbeat. He pushed thoughts of his discomfort out of his mind.
Rich seemed completely unaffected by PJ’s tough words. He crossed his massive arms, waiting for PJ to finish.
“So quit wasting your time hassling me,” PJ finished, starting to walk past Rich. He stumbled, his feet cramping up. He couldn’t put his heel down for some reason, and he found himself standing unsteadily on his toes.
“You feelin’ okay there, PJ?” Rich said, walking a slow circle around PJ with a wide grin. “See, here’s the thing: a lot of people think I am a solid businessman, and that you’re a sinking ship. People have already bailed on you, and you haven’t even noticed, have you?”
PJ was confused by what Rich was saying, but more disconcerting was the crackling sound coming from his jaw. He turned from Rich and put a hand over his mouth, which suddenly felt… Too full? His nipples, suddenly incredibly sensitive, turned rock hard as a cool breeze brushed across them. He took a look down his massive muscular torso and was shocked to find he now had six new nipples spaced out below the old ones right down his abs. They too got rock hard in the chilly air.
“What are you–” PJ found his tongue clumsily trying to navigate around two new growths in his mouth. His hand carefully felt out two “tusks” which poked up from his bottom lip.
“See,” Rich continued, “I made a deal to your chemist awhile ago, and he liked what he heard. But I had him stick with your little company for awhile, slipping you a new product I came up with. You, and your little buddy Aaron, have been taking a nice new chemical for months now, changing you guys on a cellular level. And today we just added something new to make all those changes come to surface. Pretty sure you’re feeling that now, though.”
PJ groaned in response as he felt his face pushing painfully forward. He reached up to press it back with his hands but found his fingers had fused together into two solid masses, solidifying into–fuck, they were becoming hooves! PJ’s breathing had quickened and he noticed with every exhalation he was making an animal grunting noise.
Rich reached out and yanked PJ’s towel off. His body underneath the towel had been changing too: his cock and balls had twisted up into something you’d find on a farm animal, and behind him, PJ could feel the wiggling of a little corkscrew tail sprouting out from his tailbone. At this, PJ SQUEALED–it was the only sound he could make as his face continued to rearrange itself. He could see his own nose now, pushed out into a snout that oozed sticky drool.
PJ couldn’t stay remain balanced on his toes any longer. He wobbled a bit, then collapsed forward. He was shocked when his front hands (hooves?) struck the ground far sooner than he’d expected. It seemed his arms had lengthened (no, his legs had shortened!), his hips rotating so that he could comfortably stand on four legs now.
“Lookin good, PJ!” Rich said, snapping some pics with his phone. He held the evidence up to PJ’s horrified eyes: about half of PJ’s huge muscular body had been replaced by pig parts, fused permanently with his tanned bulk. He could see his shoulders had started narrowing, his torso gaining some flabby bulk, his horrified face nearly overtaken by one of a dumb animal. PJ trotted around on his hooves, wishing there was some way to escape. He squealed and oinked loudly, looking toward the doors. “Oh, yeah, I paid the gym owner to lock the doors. It’s just us in here. Nobody’s going to bother us.” PJ’s hard hooves made a clattering against the tile floor as he moved in a panicked circle.
“So, here’s the thing,” Rich said, squatting down (PJ’s adversary seemed HUGE to him now–but it was more than likely that his own body had gotten smaller, something that made PJ squeal and grunt even more). Rich poked his phone a few times. “I visited Aaron, your CEO, earlier today. Made him an offer he didn’t like either. I warned him I’d have you two out of the way one way or another. He laughed for a second. Wanna see what happened to him next?”
Rich held his phone up to reveal a video of PJ’s business partner, big beefy Aaron Singerman, hunched over his desk, writhing. Aaron looked up at the camera to reveal a face morphing similar to PJ’s had, except it was pushing into a longer snout with big dopey teeth and floppy grey ears covered with velvety fur. PJ was horrified as he heard Aaron let out a long, deep, “HEEEEE-haaaaw!” Then Aaron spun around, the seat of his suit pants splitting open as a jackasses hindquarters burst out.
“So we’ll see how your company does without you two in charge,” Rich said, patting PJ on the head. “I’m gonna buy it for chump change in a few months. But you won’t be around to see it. Arranged for you and your buddy Aaron to be shipped out to a farm. Let’s hope they keep you got breeding, little buddy.” Rich snapped another pic of PJ, then revealed it. PJ didn’t recognize the animal in the picture; there wasn’t a trace of humanity, just a hairy, spotty pig with a confused look on its face. PJ looked around the bathroom, which seemed to have tripled in size. He moved his short legs, trying to get away, but Rich had already snatched him up in his big powerful hands and walked him to the emergency exit which he kicked open to the parking lot. PJ kicked and squealed to no avail.
Outside Rich led PJ to a trailer, plopping the former bodybuilder inside roughly. PJ skitted around the narrow space, covered with hay. Rich waved goodbye to the pig, then flexed his huge arm. PJ looked enviously at the man with his hands and muscles, remembering when he too was big and strong, walking on two legs just minutes before. Now he couldn’t even bend his head to look down at his body, but as he anxiously wiggled, he could feel how fat and useless it had become.
Rich slammed the door shut and PJ squealed and oinked as he realized there was no escape. From another compartment in the trailer, PJ heard a jackass’s long, sad bray. Then he heard a motor start, dragging him toward his new life.