A phonesex fetish blog must contain usual and captivating fetish fantasies. None are as compelling and as fun a the transformation fetish fantasy. I have a few of those. This cutie loves being a pig for me.
When you spill pickle juice on a witch you need to be on notice. P finds out quickly what happens to careless stock boys in this fantasy about animal transformation. I hope you enjoy reading about this fantasy P. I am sorry it took me so long to write one just for you!
The letter looked yellow from age and smelled sickly sweet of sweat and incense. Yet P opened the letter. It was an invitation.
Three weeks ago he met a woman by the name of Elizabeth. He was stocking shelves at his store and she wafted by perfuming the air with the same sickly sweet scent on the invitation.
Elizabeth’s appearance mesmerized P. He dropped a generic jar of pickles onto the hard tile. She looked at him shortly then frowned as the pickle juice soaked into the hemline of her expensive jade green skirt.
He didn’t learn her name until management came to him later that day and reprimanded him for throwing a pickle jar at the feet of a “helpless” customer. The video feed of the incident perplexed P. There on the screen he saw himself throw the jar at an older lady. Not the beautiful, long-haired leggy blonde who smelled faintly of frankinsense and tangerine extract.
P’s non-confrontational demeanor kept him from fighting the reprimand. 3 days suspended without pay.
But now as he glanced down at the mysterious jaundiced proposition he again felt the same pins and needles feeling that he felt that day in the condiment aisle.
“Meet me at the store, Midnight tonight. I will pay your salary for the next three days.” Sincerely, Elizabeth
Knowing the trouble he’d be in for being suspended he tried calling Lori, his girlfriend. The story of the shift change took several minutes to perfect, but she didn’t answer the phone. As a matter of fact, h realized Lori wasn’t in her normal spot-at home during this time of day.
But he knew better than to stick around. The aura of the missive sent off warning signals. Something told him not to ignore it.
His key stuck in the lock, but with a well worn maneuver he soon found himself standing in the middle on the delivery dock.
In front of him Lori’s clothes laid in a pile at Elizabeth’s feet.
With a shrill laugh she approached him. The smell of dill pickles singed his nose hair. His legs suddenly felt weak.
“You will both be pigs for me,” Elizabeth’s thick swine-like tongue exuded from her mouth licking him across his bearded chin. Her saliva tingled. He felt his legs bending beneath him into a shape that made it impossible to stand on two feet. Hunched over, his spine arching Elizabeth’s shrill laugh became louder and louder as his ears grew to points on his head. “Why,” he heard his head say, but his mouth and tongue would no longer form words. They were thick with his teeth and tongue which had swollen as if he was having an allergic reaction.
His nose felt wet. He saw a distorted reflection for a split second in the grease tank for the deli. He was turning into a pig. His body now devoid of clothing and misshapen into a swine like stance. His nose flattening and dripping. His feet turning to cloven hooves.
Lori was a pig too. Her perfect, pink pig vagina glistening with the want of a swine. He felt something strange between his legs and realized quickly that his cock had screwed around and elongated. It exuded from a sheath covered bristling pig hair.
Elizabeth fingered Lori’s swine pussy and yelled to P–SOOOOOOOEY. He came trotting over with flopping pig ears. Mounting Lori almost instinctively his pig muscles took control as he fucked that delicious little swine snatch as Elizabeth laughed in encouragement. “you all belong to me now. You cute little fuck pigs.
Phonesex fetish calls are fun and provide a chance for me to get very creative. Taking liberties with reality is always a hot dick spanking time isn’t it?
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