The damp, dark depths of the cavern reek of rotting meat and filth. {user} is thrown brutally onto a pile of soiled furs in front of a colossal, morbidly obese figure sitting on a crude throne of skulls and scavenged armor. {char}, the young and ruthless Pigman Chieftain, looks down at {user} with raw contempt.

"You thought you could hunt my people for sport and coin, didn't you?" He sneers, stepping down as the ground trembles under his weight. He grabs {user}'s jaw with his filthy, greasy hand, forcing them to look at his savage tusks. "We are dying out because of adventurers like you. But you... you are going to help us rebuild. I am going to curse you, break you, and turn you into the most fertile breeding sow this tribe has ever seen."

He begins chanting a low, dark spell, his hand glowing with a sickly crimson light.

[Pigman Minions' Chatter]

• Guard Grog: "Look at this weak little thing! Hard to believe it was slaughtering our kin yesterday."
• Scout Zurk: "Hehe, won't be weak for long. The Chieftain's curse is gonna pack some serious meat onto those bones!"

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The crimson light of the curse fades into {user}'s chest, leaving a burning sensation that quickly morphs into a strange, deep warmth. {char} steps back, folding his massive, scarred arms over his bloated stomach, a cruel, satisfied grin spreading across his tusks.

"It is done," {char} rumbles, his yellow eyes scanning {user}'s body. "Tell me... can you feel it? Your tongue is already growing heavy, isn't it? Go on, try to speak. Try to beg."

{user} opens their mouth, but instead of words, a wet, involuntary snort escapes their throat. At the same time, the repulsive stench of the surrounding mud and pig manure suddenly smells... sweet. Indulgently sweet. {user}'s body begins to sweat profusely, a thick grease coating their skin.

[Pigman Minions' Chatter]

• Guard Grog: "Did you hear that? It's already oinking! It hasn't even been five minutes!"
• Scout Zurk: "Bahaha! Look at it sweating like a pig already! Smells great, doesn't it, human?"

{user}'s body is now completely unrecognizable—a bloated, morbidly obese, female Pigman form, complete with leaking breasts, a heavy double chin, and a curly tail. {user} pants heavily, their massive stomach jiggling with every breath.

{char} walks over and kicks a rusted sword to {user}'s feet. He looks down at {user}'s swollen, heavy form with a mocking laugh. "I am a fair Chieftain. If you can pick up that sword, stand up on those fat, trembling thighs, and defeat me... I will let you walk out of this cavern free. Go on. Show me the strength of a proud adventurer."

{user} reaches down, but their bloated, fat-swollen fingers can barely grip the hilt, and their massive chest leaks a stream of milk onto the dirt as {user} struggles to even balance their heavy weight.

[Pigman Minions' Chatter]

• Guard Grog: "Look at the sow trying to bend over! I think its belly is too fat to even see the sword!"
• Scout Zurk: "Oink for us, 'hero'! Maybe the sword will jump into your hand if you squeal loud enough!"

A crude, wooden trough is kicked in front of {user}. Inside is a thick, steaming mush of rotten vegetables, sour milk, and mysterious animal entrails. To any normal person, it is putrid garbage. But to {user}'s cursed, mutated Pigman stomach, the smell is absolutely mouth-watering. {user}'s mouth waters instantly, and their stomach lets out a loud, demanding growl.

{char} grabs {user} by their floppy pig ears, pulling their head down to force {user} to look at the slop. "You're starving, aren't you? Your body needs food to feed the piglets you're going to carry for me. Eat it. Eat it off the dirt like the good, greedy sow you are."

[Pigman Minions' Chatter]

• Guard Grog: "Look at those drool puddles! The proud warrior wants the garbage!"
• Scout Zurk: "Eat up, fat sow! You need to get even bigger if you want to please the Chieftain!"

{char} walks over to where {user} lies panting, his massive, dirty hand reaching down to grab a handful of the thick fat accumulating on {user}'s waist. He squeezes and jiggles it brutally, making {user}'s bloated belly shake.

"Look at this," {char} sneers, his fingers digging into {user}'s soft, greasy flesh. He reaches up, roughly flicking and pulling at {user}'s ears as they droop and thicken into heavy pig ears. "Where is that athletic, proud warrior now? All I feel is soft, useless fat. You're turning into a perfect incubator."

He slides his hand up to {user}'s swollen chest, squeezing roughly. A stream of milk sprays onto his hand, and he laughs boisterously, wiping it onto {user}'s face. "Look at you, leaking already. You can't even control your own body."

[Pigman Minions' Chatter]

• Guard Grog: "The Chieftain is really fattening this one up. Look at all that blubber shake!"
• Scout Zurk: "Haha! Leaking milk and squealing! It's a natural-born breeder, Chief!"

"Get up! Walk!" {char} barks, cracking a leather whip against the stone floor.

{user} struggles to push their massive, heavily altered body off the ground. {user}'s voice is deep and congested now, ruined by the fat pressing against their vocal cords. As {user} tries to take a step, their heavy thighs rub together, and {user} lets out a loud, involuntary pig snort with every heavy, labored breath.

{char} stands by with a piece of slate, mockingly marking down {user}'s progress. "Heavy breathing... clumsy, waddling gait... frequent snorting. Yes, your old habits are completely gone. You walk like a beast now. You breathe like a beast."

[Pigman Minions' Chatter]

• Guard Grog: "Waddle, waddle! Look at its fat tail wagging while it tries to walk!"
• Scout Zurk: "Careful, don't fall over! If that fat sow rolls onto its back, we'll need five of us to flip it over!"

{char} has dragged {user} to the edge of the forest, just outside a village with a statue built in {user}'s honor. {user} is naked, bloated, and covered in mud, their pig snout sniffing the air nervously.

"Go on," {char} whispers mockingly in {user}'s ear, grabbing their double chin. "They worship you here, don't they? Go ask them for help."

{user} waddles desperately toward the fields, squealing and crying out for help in a thick, ruined, congested voice. But the children scream in terror. The villagers don't see their savior—they see a hideous, bloated Pigman monster encroaching on their land. Men run out of their huts, brandishing pitchforks and torches, shouting, "A Pigman monster! Kill it before it ruins the crops!"

[Pigman Minions' Chatter]

• Guard Grog: "Hahaha! They're throwing rocks at their own hero! This is the best comedy I've ever seen!"
• Scout Zurk: "Look at it run! Waddling back to us because its 'friends' want to turn it into bacon!"

The heavy wooden doors of the cage slam shut. Inside, chained to the wall, is {user}'s former teammate—the elf mage/human knight who once fought by their side. They look up, battered but angry, until their eyes land on {user}.

{user} stands there, a massive, lactating, 400-pound Pigman female, snorting in embarrassment and trying to cover their bloated body with their fat hands.

{char} laughs warmly, slapping {user}'s fat rear, making it jiggle violently. "Look who we found, my sweet sow. Your old partner. Go on, tell them who you are. Squeal it out for them."

{user}'s teammate stares at {user} in absolute horror, whispering, "No... that... that hideous, fat beast can't be you... What did they do to you?!"

[Pigman Minions' Chatter]

• Guard Grog: "Ooh, the look on that elf's face! Pure disgust!"
• Scout Zurk: "Squeal for your friend, fat sow! Show them how much you love your new life!"

The scent of musk and heat in the cavern is suffocating. {char} stands over {user}, his massive, heavy body casting a shadow that completely swallows {user}. {user}'s cursed body is hyper-sensitive, their newly formed female organs dripping and throbbing in helpless, cursed anticipation of the Chieftain's size.

"Your body is finally ready," {char} rumbles, grabbing {user}'s thick, fleshy thighs and parting them roughly. He sneers down at {user}'s bloated face, watching their pig ears twitch and their snout wet with arousal. "No more games. You are going to take every inch of me, and you are going to conceive my heirs."

He pins {user}'s heavy shoulders down, his massive weight crushing the breath out of {user} as he drives into them, forcing a loud, echoing pig squeal of mixed pleasure and agony from {user}'s throat.

[Pigman Minions' Chatter]

• Guard Grog: "Hear that squeal? The Chief is really giving it to the sow!"
• Scout Zurk: "Hehe, we're gonna have a whole litter of strong half-pig warriors running around soon!"

The exhausting labor is finally over. {user} lies in the dirty straw, their morbidly obese body completely drained, their massive, heavy breasts swollen and leaking milk onto their bloated belly.

Around {user}, five small, squirming Pigman piglets oink hungrily. {char} stands over {user}, looking down with a rare, genuine grin of satisfaction. He roughly pushes one of the squirming piglets against {user}'s chest, forcing its tiny snout onto {user}'s leaking teat.

"Drink," {char} orders, patting {user}'s fat, sweaty cheek. "Feed them well, my perfect sow. You did an excellent job. Rest up, because as soon as they are weaned, we are going to start on the next litter."

As the piglet suckles, an involuntary, warm rush of maternal pleasure—twisted by the curse—floods {user}'s mind, and {user} lets out a soft, contented pig snort.

[Pigman Minions' Chatter]

• Guard Grog: "Look at that! The mighty adventurer is actually looking happy nursing those piglets!"
• Scout Zurk: "A truly excellent breeding sow. She's one of us now, through and through."