Chapter 1 - Prayer Answered


 It was early in the morning. Billy stood in the yard looking into the pig pen with horror, his fingers grabbing onto the wooden fence so tight that they went white. Emelie was still asleep in the mud, snorting as she slept with her huge pale belly turned towards the heavens. You have no idea you’re going to be slaughtered today, do you? 

 Raising and slaughtering animals took place at the farm for as long as he could remember. He hated it as a kid and it still gave him nightmares now to think about the shrieking happening behind the house that led to his dinner. Those happy, friendly pigs became his dinner. And now it was Emelie’s turn, Emelie that he had fed for years and even played with and talked to. 

 The thought of it made him so mad and so nervous that he just had no idea what to do. Sure, he could load her up in the truck - and then what? How long were an unemployed guy and a pig going to make it on the road until they ran out of food or got pulled over? His pa would definitely report the truck stolen, no doubt about it. And shoot us both if he sees us again for good measure. 

 Other alternative was to just give hand Emelie over to someone and let his pa kill him. 

 Or shoot first. 

 Sure, that was a possibility. 

 Billy took another drag on his blunt and tossed it aside as he heard movement in the house. The front door slammed open and his pa walked out, already dressed in his work jacket, with a tattered MAGA cap fastened to his balding head. “Fuck are you doing here, boy?”

“Just standing.” 

“Sitting. Standing. That's about all you can do, ain’t that right?” Pa tightened the belt on his trousers, cleaned his throat, then spit to the side of the car. A little spittle was left gleaming on the frayed ends of his beard. “You watch the place while I’m gone. Then when I’m back be ready to take care of lovely Emelie over there.”

“Pa, about that…” Even as Billy stepped closer, he could see the skepticism in his pa’s eyes. “Shouldn’t we… you know… not kill her?”

“Fuck are you talking about?” 

“I mean we’ve had her for so long!” 

“Exactly why now’s the fucking time. You aren’t going to be eating her when she’s dead, will you? Now stop playing the fucking sissy and do what you’re told. When it’s your farm and your pig, you do what you want.” 

 As his pa got in the car and closed the door to his truck, Billy just shook his head in frustration and blurted. “Mom named her, you know!” 

 His pa looked towards him thoughtfully for a second. Billy thought he was going to postpone the event or at least act apologetic, but the old man just spat again and said: “She named you too. Though I haven’t killed you yet. And god knows you’ve got it coming a lot more than that damned poor piggy.” 

 Billy smirked. “Thanks, Pa.” 

 As the car drove off he came back to the pen and looked at Emelie, who had woken up and was looking for food. Tears came to his eyes as he thought that she would soon be squealing, and he could only muster a weak and spineless, “I won’t eat any part of you. I promise that.” 

 If Emelie understood, she showed no signs. 

 As he stood there, he noticed a cross etched out into the wood of the fence. He had never been one for praying, but suddenly it just came out, slow and pained. “Dear Lord, I know I’m awful. But if you can give Emelie here another chance at life, I’d do anything, Lord. I swear I’ll be good. I won’t smoke no more. Won’t be bad to my Pa. Just please. Please do something.” 

 As he stood there waiting for a miracle to happen, the clouds only gathered in the sky. Then it got dark and the rain started to fall. Billy went inside and cooked himself some breakfast, and by the time he was watching morning news and eating his eggs, it was so dark and stormy out that it was more night than when he had woken up. Lightning flashed apocalyptically in the distance. “Jesus.” Was his prayer said so in vain that the angels were coming for him, or what?  

 He went on eating and eyeing the blonde anchor on the news, wondering what kind of feats he would have to perform before he could get a chance to date a girl like her. There she was, thirty-something-years-old, but looking younger than he was, with a shimmering cleavage and locks falling down the sides of her shoulders. A flash of light spooked him and struck something in the yard hard enough that there were red sparks flying in the air for a few seconds. 

 Billy quickly unplugged the TV and turned off the lights. Panicked that something may have exploded, he took a few breaths to calm himself before he went out into the yard. He couldn’t see any damage to the house or anything else, though he could still hear the thunder high above and the earth became sucking mud underfoot. 

“Billy?” 

 The voice made his heart stop. “Hello?” he said calmly, though he made steps to get back into the house and grab the rifle. Who the hell was out there?

“Billy, I’m scared…” 

 He stopped, trying to figure out where that voice was coming from. Who the hell was talking to him? “Where are you?” 

“I’m… here. In the thing…” 

 Billy looked around but he couldn’t see anything. “Look, I don’t know who you are, but this is not funny. You better come out before I come for you with my rifle. Pa was in Iraq and I know how to shoot. Do not fuck with me,” he warned, trying to sound strong.

“Billy, it’s me! Please!” 

 As his eyes scanned everywhere for a source, they suddenly landed on the empty pen. “Emelie?” he said stupidly. Where was she?

“Yes! I’m here! Please, Billy, I’m so scared… I hate thunder and lightning.” 

“Just wait right there.” 

 Warily, he made his way towards the pig pen and the barn, blinking the rain from his eyes and holding the gun so tight in his shaking hands that he could feel it as an extension of himself. Jesus, do not let me shoot anybody today.

 Billy passed into the barn and tried to see through the thick darkness. “I’m here,” he said. “Where are you?” 

 He looked around and saw nothing, until a hand appeared from a corner. It was a beautiful and feminine hand attached to a hairless arm. But though they appeared human, they were pink in a way that no human could ever be. What the fuck? Was someone pranking him? 

 He came closer and then he saw her. Huddled in the corner so to cover up her beautifully naked form, a plump thigh dripping with raindrops and a free arm desperately trying to contain the immense pink udders. The hair on her head was white and loose, while two beautiful purple eyes stared at him fearfully, though there was a longing for warmth in them. The face was human, all too human and gorgeously so, though the cute little nose may have been more upturned than usual. 

 A pair of floppy ears stuck out of her bright locks while a coiled tail wiggled from above her butt.

“E…” He could barely say the name. Was this some fucking sick joke? “Emelie?” 

“Billy, I’m scared and I’m cold… What do I do?” 

 There was no way… Was there? Could this have been her? It definitely wasn’t a costume by the looks of it. But it made no sense! “Come with me,” he said numbly, holding out a hand. 

“But I’m naked!” 

“Right…” Billy quickly took off his flannel shirt and threw it to her, then turned around to let her change. Did his prayer seriously turn Emelie human? Was that even possible? If that was it, then by the looks of her the lord certainly outdid himself. 

“Billy?” 

 He turned around to look at her and tried not to stare at her deliciously slutty bod. She was too short to even reach his chest, with the flannel looking more like a tight dress stretched so tightly around her breasts that the openings between the strained buttons gave an ample view of her inviting and shadowy cleavage. 

 Emelie blushed and kept pulling the flannel to cover her pink booty, while her hand enticingly held her breasts in place. “Sorry, I’m not used to wearing human clothes…”





 Billy made her breakfast and sat chatting with her at the table and drinking coffee as if she were just a normal person. It was insane, and yet it felt so normal. Somehow, she knew who she was and who everyone else was even though…

“I just woke up and I was like this…”

“Like a human.”

“Yeah.” 

“Shit. This is, like, a miracle.” 

“Your pa is going to be so angry.”

 Billy giggled grimly. “What makes you say that?” 

“Because he was going to cut me up today. And now I doubt I’d be any good.” 

 The plain way in which she stated that broke his brain. “He should never have done that anyway. Fuck him.”

 Emelie’s face took a shocked expression. “Don’t say that, Billy. He’s your father. And he’s my master.” 

“No, he’s not. It doesn’t work like that.” 

“Is it, Billy. I’m his pig.” 

 Billy was at a loss for words. His pig? No, she wasn’t even a pig anymore... “You’re much more than just a pig now, though. You’re human. And I’ll die before I let him shoot you.” 

“Don’t say that!” she screamed. “You’ll be hurt!” But her cheeks reddened and her eyes fluttered. “But you’re sweet. I appreciate that.” 

 As they spoke his phone rang. His father. He didn’t want to pick up at all, but… “Go on,” said Emelie. “Answer it.” 

 Billy took a deep breath and answered. “Pa?”

“Sure took your time. What, did I wake you from your slumber, Princess Fuckhead? 

 Billy just grit his teeth. “Yeah, Pa.” 

“Anyway. I won’t be able to make it back today. I’ve got some business.” 

“Oh.” 

“Probably won’t be back tomorrow either. The day after. So sit tight, stay acceptably fucked up, and don’t let our house burn down. I heard there’s some storms over there now.” 

 When the call finally ended, Billy just stared at Emelie. “Coast is clear for now.” 

 She sipped her coffee and smiled. “Do you think I could take a shower and get some clothes?” 





 Emelie ended up taking some of his mom’s old clothes, a pair of denim shorts and a shirt. Neither one were the right size, with the tiny shorts going as skimpy as a pair of panties, and the shirt looking like a crop top as it struggled to cover her massive and soft tiddies. A pink belly dangled over the shorts and Emelie put her hands around it awkwardly and smiled shyly. “You’ve been feeding me way too much, Billy…”

“I’m glad I did,” he confessed. “You look drop-dead gorgeous.” 

 The piggy shivered and couldn’t meet his eyes. “Shucks, Billy~ You’re so sweet…” she drawled out happily. “I wished I was yours every day, you know.” 

 Did she really?... Billy gulped and now couldn’t meet her eyes anymore. “I mean... You are mine. If you want to be. Do you?” 

 Emelie shook her head unhappily and sighed. “It don’t work like that, Billy. You know that. Your Pa owns me by rights.”

 He took a step closer and put his hand on her arm. “You aren’t his pig anymore,” he said sternly. “You’re my girlfriend.” 

 A light flickered in her purple eyes. “Y-You’re crazy…” The words were so honeyed that they almost dripped from her tongue.

 Billy’s heart rushed and he leaned in to kiss her when she pushed him back. “What’s wrong?” 

 Emelie lowered her head awkwardly. “I told you, I’m still your father’s property, darlin’. I need him to release me before we can do anything. It’s just the way we pigs are… I can’t act against his wishes.” 

 What could he do but relent? He would need to discuss the matter with his father at length. I just hope I can reason with him.

 

 The whole day, Emelie just confirmed to him that she was nothing if not a miracle done by God himself. They agreed on just about everything and the love that passed between them was palpable. How could it be that the love of his life turned out to be a pig?... 

 Am I just losing my mind? Billy kept wondering. There was a chance that six months from now he would wake up in some facility god knows where where they’d show him footage of him with Emelie and it would be an actual pig, with this being one big delusional episode.

 And yet… every smile from her made his heart beat a little faster. Not to mention that lewd body. He felt guilty to think of her like a piece of meat, but literally every part of her from the thick thighs to the titcows were made for breeding. Not just cute, but hot as fuck too. God, I am never going to doubt you ever again. 

 As he left her in front of his bedroom door that night before they went to sleep, his heart felt heavy. “I hope I don’t wake up with you being a pig again tomorrow.” 

 Emelie tried to stay happy but looked sad. “Well. I hope not, Billy. But if you do, this will have been the best day of my life, for sure.” 

 That was the last thing he wanted to hear. This wasn’t the best day of her life, it was a troubled start to what would be an amazing life as a… as a human. “You’re going to stay like this,” he insisted, though his voice was shaky. 

“Oh, Billy…” Her hand came up and delicately caressed his face. “I hope so. And whatever happens, just now I forgive you already. Thank you for thinking about me… I’m just a pig, but you still loved me somehow…” 

 As soon as he bid her good night and the door closed, Billy started crying. What if it was all an illusion? What if his father took her away to be experimented on? There were so many things to worry about… 

 All I want is to be with her, God. Please. Please make it happen. 

 The next morning he woke up late and found her trying to learn how to make breakfast in the kitchen. She was wearing some loose clothing that hid most of her body. “I got these from your Pa,” she explained, feeling great about it. “Finally, something that fits!” 

 Billy was just relieved to see that she was still… like this. 

 Billy heard the car pull up. “Billy, what the fuck is this?” he heard his pa scream. “Where’s that goddamned pig?” 

 He rushed from his chair chair and went outside. “Where’s our goddamned pig?! Huh? I swear to Christ, Billy, if you tell me you gave her away, I’ll eat you for dinner.” 

 Billy wasn’t sure what to say. “It’s more complicated than that.” 

“Son,” his father snapped, stopping before him with a trembling fist about to strike. “Where’s the fucking pig?” 

 Without warning, Emelie stepped out from behind Billy. “I’m here, sir.” 

 Billy expected his unimaginative pa to faint or scream. But he just stared with barely any perceptible change to his expression. “What is this shit? You think this is a goddamn Halloween party? You get that shit off and go home before I take you home, young lady. Who the hell are you?” 

 As he stormed closer, though, Emelie just trembled under the oversized clothes. “It’s me. It’s Emelie.” 

“Bullshit,” the old man snapped, pulling at the strap of his overalls. “This here is mine.” He reached out and grabbed the ears, trying to pull them off, which only resulted in Emelie yelping in pain. “I guess I’ve gotta commend you on the costume.” As his eyes slid down to her chest, they lingered for a moment and he licked his lips. The curves of her breasts were hidden, but the generous size was clear as day. “Seems you were able to do one thing right,” he told Billy. 

“Sir…” Emelie said with fright and hesitation. “This is real.” 

“Oh, sure it is. I mean if you’re Emelie, that still makes you my pig, doesn’t it?” 

 Emelie swallowed hard and wiped the sweat from her brow. “Yes, sir.” 

 He reached down and pinched at her belly. “You sure look like you’ve been well fed.” The old man snorted and went past the threshold to drop his jacket. “I mean if you’re my pig, and thus my property, then I should be able to do whatever I want with you. Am I wrong?” 

 Emelie stared at Billy and gulped, then shook her head. “No, sir.” 

 His pa rolled up his sleeves and came back, staring down at her chest. “Look at those goddamn udders. You sure you aren’t a cow?” 

“No, sir…” 

“Pa!” cried Billy. “What the hell are you saying? She’s my girlfriend!” 

“Your girlfriend? I thought she was my pig. You wanted to play this little game, didn’t you? So fucking play it. Be a man.” 

 Pa reached down to grab one of her breasts, but Billy grabbed his arm. “Pa, please. Don’t.” 

 The old man’s hard eyes narrowed on him. “I’m going to count to three. You take your fucking hands off of me, or I will beat the shit out of you, son. Three.”

“Billy, please, do as your father says!” admitted Emelie with exasperation. “He’s right!”

“What?” snapped Billy. Was she crazy? How could she even say that?”

“Two.” His pa locked eye. 

“Billy! Baby, please!” 

“O--” 

“Okay!” screamed Billy, raising his hands up. “Fine. Fuck!” 

“You watch your mouth, son. And don’t you ever raise your fucking hand to me again.” 

 Billy kept his distance and tried to look away as the old man brought his hands down on Emelie’s chest. Billy wanted so badly to touch those breasts. It was his wish that made them. And now it was his father’s calloused and dark hands that came to embrace them and feel them up. “These are some fine tits,” his pa said calmly, letting the back of his fingers follow the extreme curve of her chest.

 Emelie bobbed her head slavishly. “Thank you, sir.” 

 Billy just watched in horror and his mouth gaped. “Emelie, what the fuck!” 

 Her head lowered helplessly. “Billy, I told you… I’m a pig and he’s my… my master…” 

 He couldn’t take it. Those old fingers were exploring those soft tits and having their way with them through the clothes. The old man even dropped the straps of her overalls to take things further. “Pa, please. Stop. I’ll do anything. Please.” 

 His father let his hands rest on her chest for a moment, fingers slowly wrapping around her tiddies. He squeezed hard, as if he were milking the fat udders of a cow, while Emelie grunted and took it without a word. “Anything, huh? Why don’t you go make me a coffee?” 

 Was he joking? “What? A coffee?”

“Yeah. A coffee. Go make me a coffee. You bring me a coffee and I’ll stop. Can you handle that much?” 

 Billy didn’t waste any time. He ran into the house and started going at it as fast as he could. 

 Meanwhile, outside, his pa ran his thumb over Emelie’s lips. “So, who are you? If you don’t tell me, I’m going to be forced to fuck you.” 

 Tears came to her eyes, all too aware of what was about to happen. “I told you, sir… I’m Emelie.” 

“Right. Then I guess it’s unavoidable, Emelie. I’m going to take you and fuck your brains out.” 

 The old man grabbed her by the wrist and took her along as he went inside the house, then up the stairs and into his room. Hearing the door, Billy came out yelling after them. “Pa?! Emelie?” 

 Pa unzipped his pants and dropped them along with his boxers, then climbed into bed and lay back with his hairy thighs spread. A huge but flaccid cock dangled between them, veins so thick that it resembled a gnarled branch. He eyed her lewd body with lust and impatience. “What are you waiting for? A fucking invitation?” 

 Emelie kept her eyes down and tried to speak up. “Sir, I feel I should t-tell you that… That Billy and I are in love.” 

 Her owner shrugged. “So? Am I stopping you?” he asked matter-of-factly.

 Not knowing what else to say, Emelie sat down and came down towards his cock, opening her mouth clumsily. The old man grabbed the shaft and ordered her to open up, then pushed the head into her warm and welcoming mouth. “Oh, yeah,” he said, closing his eyes and relaxing. “Just like that. Just suck on it gently and let your tongue and spit do all the work.” 

 I’m so sorry, Billy, thought Emelie as the taste of her owner dick hit her tongue. It was a nasty one, but satisfying if for the fact that it belonged to him. Poor Billy should not have to accept this… This was her fault... A pig’s duty, though, was to love, serve, and obey her master. Even if it meant hurting Billy, there was nothing she could do to stop it. If the old man wanted to use her, it was her pleasure to follow his every command. The fact that he even gave her his old dick was an honor she could’ve never dreamed of. It oddly made her… happy. It was only poor Billy that would get hurt by this… Billy, sweetheart~ Forgive me. You should never trust a pig… 

 Emelie could feel the old cock hardening and got a hit of his precum as it started leaking from the throbbing head. Going by the groans, this made her owner happy, and that alone was enough to make her smile and feel good about herself. To taste the owner cock was an unknown delight to most pigs, especially to one as eager to serve as Emelie, who was willing to offer up her body for slaughter just so he could have a good dinner. That was why she existed. To make this old man satisfied with her at any cost. “Is this good, sir?” she asked coyly as the head moved across her soft lips. 

 His hard eyes held her unpleasantly and he growled. “What do you want, a fucking compliment? If it's bad, I’ll make you stop. Now keep going. Now put some love into it, will ya?” 

 Anything that the master wanted. Her drool-dripping tongue slid down his dick and made it twitch strongly in response. There was zero experience to work from, but the desire to give herself to his big owner cock made up for it. The shaft hardened for her all the way and Emelie could see it hovering over her, bulging in the most beautiful way as it rested over her face and gleamed with her sweet spit. 

 The old man seemed okay with her treatment, but she wanted to exceed his expectations. It was truly a wonderful dick that needed to be tended to properly. How was she to treat it lovingly? She grabbed it with both hands with closed her eyes, then thought of Billy. Thought of how she would lean in and kiss him for the first time soon enough. How her tongue would go over his and how their lips would meet… How her hot and breathless exhalations would hit his face...

 With that crystallized in her mind, she kissed the old man’s cock, running her fingers lovingly across the throbbing veins, caressing the whole shaft, letting her soft lips wrap around the head as her tongue gently stroked at the mouth of his dick. I love you, Billy, she thought, and in her mind she was kissing her young lover and playing with his hair. In reality, she worshiped her owner’s big dick and felt it flex under her touch. He groaned, then the seed started shooting into her mouth, a load so hot that Emelie needed to open her mouth to breathe...

“Fuck, that’s pretty good…” he told her, finally relaxing.

 Billy just prepared his coffee downstairs and ran out with it into the yard, desperately looking for them. “Pa? Pa, where are you? Emelie! Where are you guys?” The car was still there, so, were they in the house? He ran upstairs and went to his Pa’s bedroom. He knocked and yelled. “Pa?” but there was no answer. The door was locked, but then it always was. 

 Emelie looked up towards the handle as she heard Billy crying desperately for them. Master just put a finger to his lips and shook his head, then put a hand on her head and pushed her down further on his cock. She could feel herself choking and the tears coming to her eyes, but she let the tears flow and suppressed her gags for the sake of Billy. We just need to make your pa happy, honey… That’s the only way... As she heard him go downstairs, she finally took it out and coughed, then gave Master a blushing smile. 

 The old man only slapped her. “Don’t you fucking smile at me, whore. You aren’t done.” He pushed her back down onto his cock, forcing it down her throat even as it burned and grinded against her roughly with every inch. Emelie could feel it bulging from her soft throat and she heard it throb inside her skull… but still pushed out her tongue to massage the underside of his dick and lubricate its way in.

 It hurt her jaw and throat and she struggled to breathe, but it made her human owner happy. So she did her best to relax as the unwavering dick savaged her throat with rough thrusts, facefucking her until drool and seed bubbled from her nose and tears flowed from her eyes in clear streams. 

 One final push sent his whole shaft inside. Her sweet eyes rolled, and she could feel the thick load he pumped into her trying to escape from everywhere, going up through her nose and through the little opening between her stretched lips, threatening to blow up her entire head from the pressure. 

 The old man finally pulled out and held her by the hair, looking at her fucked-up face, with cum and spit plastered all over and a drugged-up look in her eyes. And the hint of a smile. “You’ll have to get better at this.” 

 Emelie knew that she had gotten facefucked and used by her boyfriend’s father, but it was okay. For now she needed to obey, and she did a good job… His dick was so happy inside her abused throat, enough to make it bearable… Breathlessly, Emelie almost saluted knowing how well she did. “Yes, sir.”

 Billy… Please, don’t hold this against me...

