Thanks for the opportunity you give, for allow me to request part 3 for the pigeon! Fem reader with astral express.
I want to request about her finally show her human form, like when the astral express got trouble in okhema.
Oneshot and platonic
I think when aglaea threatened dan heng and trailblazer then, suddenly phainon appear in time before both of them got killed by castorice's touch, or when the Titan suddenly attack okhema (but, I don't want to leave any astral express crew miss to see her human form :( )
But if you don't follow the scene from hsr, its okay. you can imagine when all the crew of astral express got in trouble and us, who is their Guardian need to protect them at all cost! .
When the astral express almost got defeated she turn into her human form ( I headcanon that she is more stronger in her human form, she is from a race that all of them except her got killed after Nanook's kids attack her planet, Welt and Himeko meet her in her pigeon form at first).
Then, she stand in front of the astral express crew and attack the enemy, killed all of them with her attack after that, she immediately use her power to heal the astral express crew.
Then, they spend their time together after that and she still in her human form at that time to talk with them.
Not Just a Feather in the Wind
Summary: In the aftermath of a catastrophic battle on a corrupted planet, the Astral Express crew faces certain defeat. As their guardian—long believed to be a mysterious pigeon—you make a desperate choice: revealing your true human form and unleashing your full power to protect those you love. With radiant force and selfless healing, you turn the tide of battle. In the quiet that follows, the crew gathers to recover, and you remain by their side—not as a distant protector, but as someone choosing to live among them at last. Sunday, burdened by guilt and wonder, quietly welcomes you into the fold.
Tags: Astral Express x Reader, Female!Reader, Pigeon!Reader, Human Transformation, Protective!Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Found Family, Angst with Hopeful Ending.
Warnings: Violence, Character injuries, Battle scenes, Emotional trauma, Mild religious symbolism, Mentions of near-death experience.
[Part 1] | [Part 2]
They should not have come here.
The planet—once a forgotten cradle of the Aeon of Remembrance—had become a wound in time itself. Monolithic machines, born from broken prayers and rotted belief, erupted from the crater-riddled ground. The Astral Express had weathered much—but even Welt's strategies, Dan Heng’s precision, and March's arrows of crystallized light (/ice) began to falter.
They fought. Bled. Fell.
March screamed Trailblazer’s name as a blast of kinetic entropy tore through the ridgeline, sending the other plummeting beneath a wall of charred stone. Dan Heng’s spear cracked in half. Welt was down. Himeko’s gun steamed and sparked, red hair clinging to her face in blood-slicked sweat. And Sunday—
Sunday was on his knees.
His eyes—dimmed but resolute—stared at the oncoming tide of Ruin Fragmented, disfigured mockeries of once-holy constructs. His halo flickered, wings trembling behind his ears.
The air reeked of ozone and ash.
“…So this is how it ends,” he murmured, breathless. “Without harmony. Without even... a requiem.”
But before the creatures reached him—
You fell.
Not in defeat.
You descended.
There had always been whispers aboard the Astral Express—of a guardian spirit, ever-watchful, draped in feathers and shadows. The little pigeon who perched atop the lamp posts. The bird that cooed near Pom-Pom’s desk. The silent, faithful thing that always followed.
You had been their companion in silence, in secret. A sentry in soft form. Until now.
Golden light exploded from the air, scattering particles like feathers on wind. Your avian form unraveled mid-flight, mid-dive, your body stretching toward a radiance not seen since the old wars of the Halovian skies. You landed on the fractured stone before them, human now—truly human.
Your cloak shimmered with sigils only Sunday could decipher. Power pulsed in your fingertips, in your breath, in your bones. The wind went still.
Time blinked.
And Sunday looked up at you, awe and dread warring in his expression.
“…You’re not a pigeon,” he whispered, voice breaking.
You turned your head slightly, smiling gently.
“No,” you replied. “But I was. For you.”
Then you raised your hand.
The world went silent.
Then—light.
Not just illumination. Reckoning. A tidal wave of celestial might burst from your core like a silent symphony. Ruinspawn shattered before they could scream. Their corrupted essence dissolved mid-air, their bodies unraveling into stardust and echoes.
Your power sang across the sky.
And Sunday—once the protector of dreams—shielded his eyes, not in fear, but reverence.
When the silence returned, only you remained standing.
The ground smoked. The wind breathed again.
And behind you, the crew began to stir.
You knelt beside Trailblazer first. The moment your hand touched their chest, their breath hitched, their eyes fluttering open. They blinked at you in shock.
“…You’re… You’re the pigeon?” they croaked.
You nodded. “In another life. This one is mine too.”
With practiced gentleness, you moved from one crew member to the next. Your touch, now radiant with raw vitality, closed wounds, soothed burns, realigned broken ribs. Dan Heng coughed as consciousness returned. March let out a squeak of startled joy. Welt opened his eyes slowly, murmuring a soft “thank you,” as if to an old friend.
You paused before Sunday.
He hadn't moved.
Your hand hovered above him.
He met your gaze—stunned, uncertain.
“Don’t,” he murmured. “You shouldn’t waste your light on me.”
You tilted your head. “It’s not waste. You gave me purpose. Now I give it back.”
And when your palm pressed against his heart, Sunday felt. For the first time in a long time, the weight lessened. The guilt softened.
He closed his eyes.
And for a moment, there was only peace.
The skies cleared.
The crew gathered back in the train—blankets wrapped around shoulders, food packs opened, laughter ringing out amidst the dust. And for the first time, you sat among them. No feathers. No beak. Just you—quiet, warm, watching.
March stared. “So… you were literally our guardian angel?! This whole time?! You nested in my hood last week!”
“I needed proximity,” you said plainly, sipping from a cup of warm tea.
Pom-Pom waddled up with a tiny sketchpad. “I’m putting this in the logs. Human transformation. Supernova combat class. Feather-to-fist ratio: excellent.”
Dan Heng was quiet, arms crossed, but his nod carried gratitude.
Trailblazer sat beside you. “Why now? Why… reveal yourself?”
You were quiet for a long time.
Then: “Because if you had died… I wouldn’t have forgiven myself. And I wanted you to see me—not as a myth or a shadow. But someone who chose to stay.”
A hush followed.
Then Sunday spoke.
His voice was soft. As always. But now, there was something fragile behind it.
“Will you… return to your feathered form?” he asked, not quite looking at you.
You smiled. “Not yet.”
His eyes met yours. “Why?”
You gazed toward the galaxy, where stars slowly blinked back into being.
“Because I think… it’s time I learned how to live with you, not just watch over you.”
Sunday’s wings fluttered slightly behind his ears, like a heartbeat skipping a step. He lowered his head.
“…Then stay.”
You nodded.
And as the stars reemerged, above the once broken battlefield that threatened to consume everything—
You stayed.
In the warmth of laughter, in the hush of reflection, in the silence between words—you stayed.
Merwhumpee who was a human forcibly transformed into a mer against their will.
Ugh, incredible!! But to take it a step further, imagine if said former human hates merfolk.
If they find mer the most disgusting creatures that exist. Think their scales are slimey, or their teeth are rotted, or their fins are ugly.
And maybe that's because deep down, this human has a deep-rooted terror of the ocean. Not even because the merfolk "took someone they loved" or "they got stranded in a boat once"
Maybe it's simply because to this human, the ocean has always felt alive. Waiting, watching, hungering. To this human, merfolk are living proof that the ocean never lets a soul die.
But now, now they're stuck in the ocean. Not only that, they need the ocean to survive. And the ocean has a way of leaving its mark on its people...
Okay hear me out. This took me a few days to actually get right.
Mostly because I was dissatisfied with the hairstyle.
But I found one that I like on the character.Now we all know finn from the harvest moon animal parade franchise.
Whose personality is this :
Finn in Harvest Moon: Animal Parade is the enthusiastic, somewhat insecure 6th Harvest Sprite who acts as the player's dedicated guide.
He is earnest, hard-working, and desperate to prove his worth to the Harvest Goddess by restoring nature, often feeling insignificant compared to other sprites.
Earnest & Dedicated: As the player's companion, he is dedicated to helping them succeed in saving the island.
Insecure & Driven: Finn frequently worries about his usefulness and strives to prove he is a full-fledged sprite.
Kind & Caring: He learns the importance of caring for others and wants to make everyone cheerful.
Supportive Guide: He acts as a mentor, guiding the player through the main story line.
Now this was a what if thought after looking at his personality.
What would he be like if he got turned into a human.
Well obviously he would still keep his pointed ears.But as you know not just personality but appearance wise.
So this idea was born in as you can see , put into an actual artwork. Now in my hand it was a random event that happened to finn.
Though in the game this would never happen. Accept in a another game but not this one.
So you can see that this is when I pictured he would look like as a human. Is personality is still the same. Though he would probably get much more happier that he can talk to other humans who can see him.
Other people than just the protagonist.
And you can see that his choice in clothing will probably be much different from his personality.
That's probably because he doesn't know human fashion that well.So this is what he picked out.
I do not own harvest moon animal parade or its characters.I do however own this design. Well enjoy.
Vic was going to do it this time. He had first seen the selkies months ago and now he could almost feel warm fur beneath his fingers.
Vic was going to do it this time. He really was.
He had first seen the selkies four months ago, staggering home from the pub, whisky-soaked clouds of his breath hanging in the frigid air. He’d stumbled down to the beach for a piss, kicking cold sand up into his shoes as he fumbled for his zipper. Then he’d heard them laugh.
For a moment he’d just stood there, mouth hung open, gawking like an idiot as three women, bare as the day they were born, frolicked on the sand. They were beautiful, in the flickering snatches of streetlight that made it that far down the beach, shrieking with laughter as they splashed in the surf and rolled together like the box of fat Labrador puppies a ten-year-old Vic had once stared longingly at through the pet shop window. One turned, and for a moment, he thought she had seen him, breath catching in his throat – either fear, or excitement – as he waited for her to scream. Then a car turned onto the road behind him, headlights spilling orange across the darkness. The women startled, all three of them lunging for something hidden in the sand, pulling the dark shadow of it over their pale limbs and a disappearing into the sea.
When they hit the waves, they weren’t women anymore.
Reports of humans being transmuted into other species- whether supernatural in nature or not- have been on the rise in Wardview. Bulletin 0711202X describes the problem in more detail, but to make a long story real short: In the first six months this year alone, we’ve had reports of at least 27 rogue transmutation events. For the uninformed, that’s already getting close to the amount of rogue transmutations last year.
Of the 27 transmutations, only 3 of the transmuted individuals have come forward with information about the witch that turned them: Relin, an individual turned into a wolf; Daisy, a woman turned into a riverdram; and Maron, a man turned into a sapient bottle of Schnapps*. All have since been returned to human form.
The other 24 haven’t given up the names of those who may have caused the transmutation. When examined by an associate with the wizard colleges, only one was found cursed to remain silent; the other 23 appear to have full capacity to communicate (in their own way) and actively refuse to do so. All were offered protection and all were offered the chance to return to human form; however, none have taken those offers.
Attached are excerpts from several interviews. In all, the person in question adamantly denied that the transmutation was done against their will. In fact, those with their memories unaffected claim to have asked for the transformation.
While it may be true that one or two made the ill-advised decision to stop being human, the Hunter’s Guild finds it unlikely that all 23 truly desired it.
These are normal, law-abiding citizens; the only way they would desire such a drastic change is if they were made to want it. It is more likely, therefore, that the magic of transmutation has affected their minds.
As such, the Hunter’s Guild will be lobbying the City Council and the Scrivener’s Guild of Greater Wardview to grant permission to temporarily humanize those transmuted who appear to be mentally compromised. If it is found that there truly is no magical coercion involved, those involved may be transmuted back to the species they so desired after applying for the requisite paperwork from the Scrivener’s Guild.
To all hunters in the field who may come upon an individual showing signs of transmutation into a species other than their own it is advised that you find a way to convince them of their prior humanity. If they can show proof of authorized species-switching, they should be allowed to transmute in peace.
If transmuted individuals become hostile it is advised to use violence only when absolutely necessary.
*All names have been changed to protect the anonymity of those involved.
Interview Log 5.09.2X - BERTIE
Interviewee: Bertram Lionelle, 48, tax accountant to XXXXXXX
Transmuted into a borzoi; now in the care of his former sister
Interview conducted by Kansas Gatling, hunter.
Notes: Despite his new canine state, he has retained his ability for human speech. His sister, Hela, accompanied Bertram for the interview.
BERTIE: I’ve told you people before. I have the paperwork done. Helen has all my records available to her.
KANSAS: No one’s saying that you don’t, Mr. Lionelle-
BERTIE: Just Bertie. ‘Mister’s a people thing to call someone.
KANSAS: I mean, you’re-
HELA: Please, Mr. Gatling. You’ll upset him.
KANSAS: I’d guess being turned into a dog would have that effect, yeah?
HELA: Just look at him- he’s shaking!
KANSAS: Mr. Lionelle, we’re just trying to figure out if there was anyone forcing you to-
[HELA seems to entirely ignore the intervieweras BERTIE begins to growl.]
HELA: Oh, don’t listen to the bad man Bertie- you’re such a good boy! Such a good boy!!
[The growling stops.]
BERTIE: Good boy? Good boy? Good boy?
KANSAS: … Is there any chance of doing this without your sister here, Lionelle.
BERTIE: Christ, fine. But my answer’s not going to be changing anytime soon.
[ Hela was able to provide the contract that Bertram signed with the witch proving that he agreed to transmutation into dog form. The name of the witch was, regrettably, blacked out. ]
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Interview Log 6.12.2X- RAIN
Interviewee: Rain, 29, yarn shop employee
Transmuted into a sapient ball of baby blue yarn
Interview conducted by Nora X, Hunter
Notes: Despite its lack of vocal chords, Rain is still able to communicate by partially unraveling and spelling words with its yarn.
NORA: Alright, so like. To cut to the chase. Why yarn?
[There is the sound of rolling and shuffling as the yarn unravels and rearranges itself.]
NORA: Huh. So you want to become part of something bigger.
RAIN:
NORA: Hm. I don’t know about a sock. Dunno if I’d want that for the rest of my natural shelf life.
RAIN:
NORA: Sweater, huh? That’s nice.
RAIN:
NORA: Damn. That's… really emotional, actually.
RAIN:
NORA: Yeah, I get what you mean.
RAIN:
NORA: Alright, interview over. Seems like it wants this. One more question, though.
RAIN:
[NORA appears to lean forward.]
NORA: So like… is this a fetish thing or what?
[Nora is no longer allowed to interview transmutation victims.]
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Interview Log 3.14.2X - MAISY
Interviewee: Maisy B, 19, Wardview U student
Transmuted into a riverdram
Interview conducted by [REDACTED], hunter
Notes: As riverdram vocal chords are not capable of human speech, an interpreter was contacted for means of translation.
INTERVIEWER: - and what does that… chittering, mean?
[ The INTERVIEWER sits across from Maisy, who floats in a tank taking up the entire back wall. Sitting between them is an interpreter with a hearing aid. ]
INTERPRETER: [sounding exasperated] The same as I said before- she says she thinks this is a waste of everyone’s time.
MAISY: Chchchchchchchchcchchhh!
INTERPRETER: Wait. The water’s been feeling salty for- how long?
MAISY: Gghgrhch.
[There is the sound of water sloshing as MAISY appears to gesture.]
INTERVIEWER: What? What is it?
INTERPRETER: … She says things have been feeling saline for about half an hour now?
INTERVIEWER: Oh- that’s not intentional or nothin’. There’s been a leak.
[The INTERPRETER relays this to MAISY.]
INTERVIEWER: We could try bringing her out of the water-
MAISY: Ah!
[There is more water sloshing. The INTERPRETER hops up.]
INTERPRETER: We’ve been over this, Mr. [REDACTED]- she doesn’t want to leave the water.
INTERVIEWER: I’m not seeing how we can keep this discussion going if she won’t consent to-
INTERPRETER: She’s already consented to-!
[There is a sharp banging of claws on glass. The water sloshes as a deep, guttural howl emanates from MAISY’s throat.]
INTERVIEWER: Shit. [into walkie] Might need some help in here.
INTERPRETER: No! There’s not- she- [speaking to MAISY] It’s okay- it’s okay, you don’t need to--
[Sabotage by interpreter suspected. The Guild will seek another interpreter with Hunter ties to balance implicit bias. ]
[ Kester Gatling (he/him) is a hunter for the Hunters’ Guild of Greater Wardview, one half of the Gatling Bros. Crisis Intervention Team, and long-time patron of the Valentine Institute for Advocacy of the Human Soul (VIAHS).
To support the Hunters’ Guild, please read our webcomic. ]
I am here with another story I hope you will like.☺️ this one is older than some of the others, but it was just sitting there and I figured it would be nice to share.
This ones about piggy BTS, Jimin centric of course, and human modification. It was very fun to write. I love me some damsel in distress Jimin😁 and ot7 will always be my fave (I hate it when someone misses out🥺). So everyone loves everyone in this and in the future they would all just become a cute pack kind of thing.
I hope this one interests you, and is good enough. I know it can be so hard finding a story with everything you want in it, so I decided to write one, with some moderation. Maybe one day I’ll just go all out and write one that has everything in one whole story, but it would probably be a mess.😅
Anyway this is called A Pig’s Life.
Warning ⚠️
Underage characters, kidnapping, human experimentation, human to animal tf, non-con body mod, rape, mpreg, lactation and force feeding. Might be a little sensitive in the family area too.
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Jimin was an average kid. He tried to live his life as best as possible, working hard at school and doing what his parents asked him to do. He was just a genuinely nice person. Which was why he had never expected bad things to happen to him. That wasn't the saying. It's supposed to be 'good things come to good people. So why did he end up here?
He had been coming home from school, walking his little brother home, because he was a good Hyung. Every day since he was in grade seven would the two walk to school. They never encounter any problems. So why, all of a sudden, was there a white van pulling up beside them.
Jimin gasped when the door was flung open, three big men jumping out and running right at them. Jimin grabbed his brother's hand and pulled him behind him, knowing he could never outrun the adults. "Hyung!" Jihyun screamed when one of the men grabbed Jimin, pulling him to the van.
Jimin fought hard, punching and kicking, screaming and shouting, but the man was very big, and he was still a small 16-year-old. "Let me go!" He screeched, trying to reach down and bite the man. A loud squeal made Jimin stop when he saw another man reach for his brother. "No!" Jimin cried as he was dragged into the van, his brother a few steps away as well.
Just as he was fully in, he saw several people of the neighbourhood running towards them, trying to help. Jimin's hopes lifted. If he could keep them fighting, then maybe he could stall them until the other people came to help.
Unfortunately, the big man already had him in the van, holding him down to cuff him in. Jimin panicked as he saw his brother get thrown in too. He had to fight back. He couldn't let this happen.
Jimin, thankfully having learnt kendo, did know some self-defence. He quickly kicked the man in front of him in the shin, making him fall backwards. He then rushed to the other two men, kicking one in the head and then pushing the other harshly out of the way.
To his surprise, it worked. The men were all away from his brother, and he managed to lift Jihyun up. He pushed him out of the van and leapt himself, ready to land down when a harsh grip snagged his hair, pulling him back. Jimin screamed at the pain on his scalp but watched as the people finally made it to his brother.
"Shit!" One of the men said. The driver stepped on the exhilarator, speeding the car off. Jimin's heart dropped as he fell back into the van, the three men grabbing at him, making sure to keep him down.
He was so close. He was nearly out, but they got him. He wasn't quick enough. Tears built in his eyes as he thought about what this meant. He was kidnapped. He didn't know these people. He didn't know what they wanted from him.
He didn't want to be here; he still fought against them, too, not wanting to give up his freedom. It was only when one of the men injected him with a syringe that he started to calm down, and not by choice.
Eventually, he couldn't do anything but think about what had happened. He hoped that his parents would find him. There were witnesses. His brother saw the faces of the men. He was sure someone would have gotten the number plate. His chances of being found were high.
He thought about his brother. The look on his face when he saw Jimin get dragged back into the van was something he'd never forget, but he saved him. Jimin had managed to keep his little brother safe. His parents would be so proud of him. They would be so grateful that he had done what he said he would and kept Jihyun safe.
Now all he had to do was see his parents again, but he didn't know if he would. He didn't know if he would get out of this alive. He just had to hope and pray that someone would find him.
And with that, the drug took him over, and he went off to a peaceful sleep. The last one he would get.
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Jimin awoke in a white room all by himself. He was on a hard bed, feeling very uncomfortable. For a few seconds, he couldn't even remember where he was or why he was here. It took him longer than he'd like to admit, but a soft knocking on the wall across from him caught his attention, and he shot up out of the bed, everything coming back to him.
He had been kidnapped. They tried to take him and his brother. Jimin remembered saving Jihyun and let out a sob of relief. His mind was racing, and fear was building in his chest. He was terrified of what was happening and was only pulled out of his thoughts when the knocking came for a second time.
This time he turned to the side and saw a glass wall with nearly the exact same room on the other side, except this one, had more beds and more boys in it. Jimin's breath caught in his chest as he approached the window at one of the boys' requests.
He couldn't hear anything they were saying, and he wasn't the best at lip-reading, but the hand signals helped. He assumed they were asking him who he was and what had happened.
Jimin knew not to trust them, really, but they were around his age, and they were locked in a room, so maybe they were like him. He mouthed to them that he was kidnapped while walking home from school. He also asked them questions of his own, hoping that one of them had some answers.
From what he gathered, most of them were also taken on their way home from somewhere at some point within the last three days. Jimin felt sorry for them too and asked if there was any way of getting out.
One of the shorter boys shook his head; he had been there the longest. Jimin's hopes were depleting with every minute he was left there. He asked them where they even were, but no one could tell him that either. The unknown was what scared him the most.
Jimin sighed, giving up on trying to get information, hoping someone would come soon. He'd been starving, seeing as he had last eaten at lunch earlier that day, and he had been asleep for god knows how long. He sat down on the bed, figuring that that was all he could do.
It was about another hour when he saw a commotion going on in the other room. The door had opened, and someone had come in. One of the boys was being grabbed and dragged out while the others tried to help him. It didn't work, and eventually, the boy was ripped from their grasp and taken away.
Jimin's heartfelt for the kid. He didn't look very old, and they didn't know what was going to happen to him. The others in the room all looked down as well, understandably so. It wasn't until a few hours later that the next person came to get another that he knew they were all going to be taken now.
He had hoped that himself being in a separate room would mean he was safe, at least for a little while. Someone came to his room eventually and placed down a tray of food. He was absolutely famished, so after he inspected it for any poisons or drugs and found nothing that he could tell, he ate it all up. It wasn't a home-cooked meal from his Eomma, but it was enough to stop his hunger for a little while.
Over the next 6 hours, Jimin watched as the rest of the boys had been taken from that room. He was sad that they had all been taken to wherever, probably being sold on the black market or at some human trafficking thing. He could only imagine what would come of him too. He wanted to not think about it, but it wasn't long before his door was opened.
Jimin's heart stopped when he saw the big man standing in the doorway, ready to take him too. "No. Please don't." He pleaded, stupidly thinking this man would have a conscience or something. He didn't. He just walked in and grabbed Jimin's wrists tightly, dragging him from the room as the small boy kicked and screamed.
Jimin was dragged into what looked like an operation room and thrown on the bed, strapped down. He was mortified of what they would be doing to him in here. The man attached him, very securely, to the table so that he had no chance of getting away, but that didn't stop Jimin from screaming his lungs out.
Another five minutes passed before someone else entered the room, looking at the worn-out boy, still screeching. "Shut him up, will you." The man huffed. The person who brought Jimin into the room grabbed something off the table and approached him, quickly shoving a gag in his mouth. Jimin choked at the forcefulness of the fabric touching the back of his throat, but it shut him up.
"Good." The man sighed. Jimin turned his head to watch what the man was doing, trying his absolute hardest not to pee his pants from fear. He was certain they were going to be doing some medical alterations or some human testing on him, and they were. Thankfully for Jimin, he wouldn't be awake for it. Another syringe, and he was out like a light.
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A small grunt left Jimin's mouth when he started to reawaken, once again. He was very drowsy this time, and it took him a long time to try and open his eyes. He felt a weird wet thing brush at his cheek, which seemed to force him to focus on waking up.
He blinked his eyes open, finding himself face to face with a pig. Jimin gasped out a snort and shot up to his feet to get away, only to find that he was still around face level with the animal.
Dread bubbled in his stomach as he looked down at himself and found two pink hooves where his hands should be and his hands on the floor where his feet should be. He couldn't help but let out a scream of panic but felt even worse when a high pitched squeal came out instead.
His brain raced as he tried to think of what could be happening. This had to be a dream. There was no possible way that this was real. The pig in front of him seemed to understand his panic and approached him to calm him down.
A voice echoed into Jimin's mind, and he stopped for a moment. "Hey kid, I know you're scared, but you need to calm down." Jimin's mind worked double time to figure out who the hell was talking to him. It was like a thought in his mind, but he knew that wasn't his voice.
"It's me, Yoongi. I was one of the boys in the room." Jimin looked up to see the pig in front of him, tilting his head and sniffing as if he was actually talking. Jimin paused for a moment, very confused about what was happening, but the voice continued.
"You've been turned into a pig-like the rest of us. I know it's not ideal, but you need to calm down. Freaking out won't do any good." At first, Jimin wanted to scream at the big boy in front of him. How could he calm down, he was a freaking pig, but deep down, Jimin knew he was right. Working himself up wasn't going to do anything other than make him feel bad.
Jimin took a few deep breaths, cringing internally when a few little snorts came out of his mouth. "That's it, kid. Can you tell me your name?" Jimin wasn't sure how to respond. He couldn't speak, and he didn't know if he could use whatever magic the other was using.
Thankfully Yoongi did know. "Yes, I can hear what you think. Tell me your name in your mind." Jimin wanted to question how this was even possible, but he felt there were bigger things to worry about. "I'm Jimin." He thought softly.
The pig seemed to nod and walked closer, giving his head a soft nudge of affection. Jimin was grateful for the action. It made him feel better. "Do you remember any of the others?" Yoongi asked. Jimin nodded and looked over to see more pigs, just like the two of them.
Yoongi led him over to them, calling, who he assumed the other boys to be, over. "Jimin, these are the rest of the boys." Yoongi said. The others all gathered and started to introduce themselves like Yoongi had before.
There was a tall pig that seemed to tower over Jimin's small frame. He gave a soft snort and told him his name was Namjoon. Next was a paler pig, his name was Jin, then a lean looking one named Hoseok. The one with the dark brown patch was Taehyung and the young-looking one being Jungkook.
Jimin took note of all their names, telling them that he was pleased to meet them, even though it was under such circumstances. "Yes, we understand that this is not the best place to meet people." Jin chuckled in his head.
Jimin's mind wandered, and he recalled all that had happened to him, though he couldn't remember much. "D-do you all know of a way to fix this? If we can get out and go back home?" He really hoped that there was a way to turn back.
Unfortunately, there was no time to answer his question. A loud rattling echoed at the door of the pen they were in, and it opened to reveal several men. Jimin tried to back away, scared of what else could possibly happen, but there was nowhere to escape to.
With seven men now also in their pen, Jimin and all the others felt outnumbered, primarily by size. There wasn't much they could do against one guy as pigs, so trying to get away from seven was nearly impossible.
"Alright, pigs, time for your training." One of the men said. The people started to grab a boy each, taking ahold of them by their tails first. Loud squeals of pain could be heard from the boy as they were manhandled. A big man approached Jimin, and he tried to cower away, but it didn't work. The man just grabbed him and picked him up.
"Alright, you boys will start your training, and mamma here will start hers." Jimin was confused as to who they were calling mamma, but soon he realised it was him.
He was taken out of the stall and put into another, with machines that looked like torture devices. "You'll come to love it in here, pig."
Jimin squealed and fought as hard as he could when the man picked him up, but he couldn't stop them from hooking him up to the machines. He shook in fear as they attached a tube to his mouth, suction cups to his teats and a knob at his hole.
Jimin didn't understand what was going on, but he knew it defiantly wasn't good. "This is just to train you, but it will all be worth it soon, pig." The man said as he started to turn on the machines around him.
Jimin shook as he felt the tube in his mouth start to shake; a thick brown fluid flowed through it until it reached Jimin's mouth, forcing itself down his throat and into his stomach. He gaged at the feeling, already being stuffed, seeing as he hadn't eaten for god knows how long. His stomach had shrunk along with the rest of him.
The next thing he felt was the dull object at his hole slowly start to push in. He had never had sex before, being sixteen and a good boy, so he wasn't at all prepared for a dildo to push into his virgin hole. The pain ripped through his body, and he tried to scream, but it was blocked by the tube in his mouth.
He shook harshly as he felt the thing slowly push in and then pull out several times, scraping his dry walls. The feeling made him sick, but he couldn't vomit anything up with the food still pouring into him.
The dildo only seemed to get faster, but by that time, blood was already lubricating the drag of the toy in him. He didn't feel any pleasure from the machine, just a soft rocking as it pushed and pulled him with it.
Jimin laid there for what felt like hours, his stomach beyond aching at the food stuffing into him, his body radiating heat from the pain he was in. It was only when he was nearly asleep from exhaustion did he feel the suction on his teats start.
He had almost gotten used to everything else that he didn't even remember the cups on his teats. Jimin jerked in the hold of the machine when he felt the harsh suck at his sensitive teats.
With the mixture of pain going on in his poor body, he hadn't even realised the full ache of his pig tits swelling with milk, but the machine was now ready to empty him of his very first load.
His eyes rolled into the back of his head at the very sensitive skin being tugged on harshly, making him feel the full feeling of the forced pleasure. He had never felt this before, and his brain went blank.
He didn't even hear the man in the stall speak to him one last time. "That's it, pig. Give in to your animal instincts. You'll come to love this life and all that comes with it. Do your best at what we give you because it's all your good for now." Shortly after that, Jimin passed out, too worn out from the pain and pleasure.
-
Jimin's spirit didn't break easily. He fought hard to keep his human mindset and remember that he hated it here and didn't like what they were doing to him. He remembered his family and how they were still looking for him; he knew it. He never wanted to give in...But it was hard when everyone around you was starting to cave.
The six boys, who he had been put in with, were always so kind to him. They had become friends, trying to keep each other safe and sane, but the more training that came for them all, the more they started to forget.
Being able to hear their thoughts was a good way to communicate, but it also left everyone with no secrets. You couldn't think of something without people hearing you. This proved to be a problem when the training started to get more intense.
Jimin knew what his was. He was being fattened up, force-fed for hours a day, ballooning for whatever purpose they had for him. They said it helped his milk which had started to come in all on its own, thanks to the drugs in the food.
The worst for him, though, was that he was made to be bred. That's what the ever-growing dildo was for. He was going to carry the piglets so they could build a better farm.
The problem came for the boys, as they were being taught to breed Jimin. Their training consisted of tubes around their pig dicks, tugging and pulling to make them cum. They were also being fattened up, but not as much as Jimin. The drugs in their food made their balls swell, holding far more cum in them than any normal animal would.
They were allowed to feel their pleasure too. All of them are being turned on and encouraged to feel good when breeding. This made things hard for Jimin. As he was the only sow in the pen, he was the only one they could fuck.
A mindset seemed to take them over when they started rutting. Their normal happy, kind selves left, and the pig took over. Mean thoughts, harsh actions and a craving that couldn't be sated by anything except sex.
The very first time it happened to Jimin, he was terrified. The big hog Namjoon had been feeling a heat burning under his skin for the whole afternoon. He had pushed it down, hoping to make it stop, but it kept getting worse. It was after the night stuffing that he gave in.
Jimin had been resting between Yoongi and Jin when the big pig boy decided he needed to fuck the sow, and he needed to do it now.
Namjoon's eyes seemed to glaze over, his pig taking control. He rose from his spot and sniffled out the heavenly scent of the only female in the pen.
Jimin watched as the big boy approached and greeted him kindly like usual. "Hi, Joonie Hyung." He snorted. Jimin was completely unsuspecting, which just made things worse.
Namjoon grunted, shoving his snout to Jimin's face. Jimin was confused by the boy's actions until he heard him talking. "Get up, sow." Namjoon said in his mind.
Jimin was confused, but if the boy wanted him to do something, he would try and help. From beside him, Jin and Yoongi watched Namjoon lure Jimin to the centre of the pen. They were a bit suspicious of the boy's actions.
Once Jimin got to the middle, Namjoon stopped and circled him, disappearing from Jimin's sight behind him. "Hyung?" He questioned.
A big snort was heard, and then Jimin felt a big weight fall onto his back. He gasped as his little legs were nearly knocked out from under him. Jimin freaked out, wondering what that was and turned around, seeing the big pig mounting him. "Namjoon?" He asked.
Jin and Yoongi watched as the boy mounted Jimin and knew what was to come. They decided to try and help, hoping to spare the both of them. "Namjoon, stop." Jin spoke in his head, but the hog was too into his mind space.
"Gonna fuck you bitch. You'll be filled in no time. Give you the piglets you deserve." Namjoon's voice sounded much deeper in his head as he grunted loudly.
Jimin's blood ran cold at the boy's words, and he immediately tried to fight back. He tried to buck the big boy off him, but he was so small it didn't have any effect. "No, please don't!" Jimin squealed, but Namjoon wasn't in control.
The large pig quickly thrust his dick into Jimin's stretched hole and started at a rapid pace. Jimin screamed loudly, not in any particular pain, that was all gone since he had been stretched with the dildos, but just out of shock.
He really didn't want to be bred. He still had hope to find a way out of here. If Namjoon somehow did manage to breed him, then it was pretty much game over.
"Please! Please stop!" Jimin cried in his mind. He begged for the big boy to get off him, but Namjoon wasn't listening at all. Even the others around Jimin tried to help him, but none of them were strong enough to get the big boy off.
Taehyung just came around to his face and tried to comfort him as he continued to be defiled. Though he couldn't cry, his voice still told them that he was sobbing. "Please don't let him breed me! Please!" Jimin thought, but there wasn't anything the others could do.
Soon enough, Jimin felt a hot liquid flow into his body, filling him up. He screeched again, feeling the amount of cum, making him bloat out. He felt his belly hang further to the ground, his teats brushing against the floor, making him shiver in unwanted pleasure.
The big hog kept thrusting through each wave of cum, making Jimin start to feel a hot pleasure in his belly. With the rocking of his teats on the floor, it wasn't long before he came too with a sob.
He felt horrible. He had been defiled by one of the people he actually trusted in this place. Who was to say that all the others wouldn't do the same now too?
-
Jimin avoided the pig boy since that day. There wasn't much explanation after the event, and Namjoon had passed out right after. Nothing made sense to the small boy, but he would soon figure it out.
Three days later, when he had just been brought back from his training did the next person start on him. Jimin had only just been dropped off, completely worn out from the fucking, the eating and the sucking.
He was stuffed to the max, his belly bloated out, his hole was rubbed raw, the slick he had started to produce not even lasting as long as his sessions, and his teats were throbbing from the sucking he endured for close to 6 hours.
He didn't move from where the big man had dropped him off, and within a minute, he felt a familiar weight on his back. Jimin was startled awake, already knowing what whoever it was, was going to do.
"N-no stop!" Jimin said in his head. He looked over and saw Namjoon in the corner, and now he realised it wasn't him, which meant it was one of the others. Jimin dreaded what was to come, but there was nothing he could do.
His little piggy legs gave out under the extra weight of whoever was mounting him now, and he fell onto his hard tummy. Pitiful snorts left his mouth as he was forced to take another.
"Jimin." One of the boys approached him. "Jimin, calm down." Jimin could tell it was Yoongi again. The boy, who stood only a little taller than Jimin himself, ducked his head to meet Jimin's eyes.
"Yoongi Hyung! Please get him off me!" Jimin pleaded with him. His voice was scared and watery even in his mind. A soft sigh came from Yoongi's mouth with a shake of his head.
"I'm so sorry, Jimin. The boys are not themselves at the moment." He explained. "Those men have done something to us." Yoongi's tone was soft and sympathetic, but that didn't make Jimin feel better.
"I think they've been drugging our food. There's this burn under our skin. It's so needy. I feel it too. Y-you smell so good." Jimin could hear the change in Yoongi's tone after the pig boy breathed in a whiff of Jimin's scent.
Jimin looked at the pig with wide eyes, not sure what was happening to them all. "What I'm saying is..." the boy shook his head, pulling Jimin out of his panic too, for a little while.
"Y-Yoongi? Are you ok?" Jimin was getting very nervous. The pig behind him was finally starting to move to get into his hole, and that scared him, but now it seemed like Yoongi was starting to go the same way.
"Jimin, they did something. We can control ourselves. Th-the pig is taking over." Yoongi was trying to think fast, wanting to get it all out before he lost to the drug too. "I'm sorry, but I don't th-think I can h-hold much longer."
Jimin's breathing picked up as the pig behind him found his mark. He grunted as the pig cock entered his sore hole. "No! No Yoongi please!" Jimin begged.
"I'm sorry, Jimin. I-I don't want to either... I-I can't... stop." Jimin watched as Yoongi's eyes in front of him turned dull. The normal human gaze had faded, and now he was left with what looked like an animal. Just a pig.
Jimin's hopes were flushed down the toilet when the boy in front of him snorted and moved around out of Jimin's sight. He knew now that they were just going to keep using him. That's what his training was for. That was what he was for.
-
It had been a week since that day. Jimin got the worst news of his life. He was pregnant. They had managed to knock him up. He didn't know whose it was, but it didn't really matter now. The deed was done.
All the boys apologised over and over, knowing that this was damning for the boy, but it wasn't their fault either. Jimin knew it deep down, but it didn't stop the hurt.
The man who always took him to his training was now far more gentle, though, everything still stayed the same. They fed him till he was stuffed, and then some. They milked him; now he was making more. They fucked him, but at least it was all more gentle. They didn't want to risk hurting the piglets.
Pig pregnancies don't normally last long anyways, but it seems that along with being able to turn humans into animals, they could speed up the pregnancy too. Jimin's incubation period was now only a month, and it went by quick.
He swelled big and heavy, now not just with the food they continued to stuff him with, but with the piglets. By the end of Jimin's third week, he was so big, he couldn't move. His belly hung down to the floor, his short little legs not being strong enough to keep him up.
Now unable to move, the farmhand decided that he would just move Jimin's feeding tube into the pen. Jimin gulped down the same amount of food, even right up to his birthing, making him bigger still, even with the big babies.
They didn't need to worry about using the dildo to keep him open anymore, he was already stretched enough, and the boys kept him that way when their pigs took over. He only had to worry about his milk being drained, but with the boys around him, they would go in for drinks whenever they wanted, becoming addicted to the feeding as well.
It was a few days off Jimin's due date when he let out a long snort, feeling, all of a sudden, a need. The boys around him gathered, anxious to figure out what they could do to help.
"Yeah, Jimin-ah?" Jin, the eldest, asked. Jimin snorted a little with each breath, trying his hardest to move, even though he hadn't been able to do that in nearly a week.
"I need to make a nest. I-I need to protect my babies." He fussed suddenly. An overwhelming urge hit him, and he now felt totally unprepared for the piglets that were going to come very soon. "Nest. Nest." He kept chanting.
The others all looked at the boy sympathetically. Obviously, his pig had come too and was now in control. "Ok, what do you need for the nest?" Hoseok asked.
Jimin huffed, still trying to move. "Hay, soft hay." Thankfully the floor was covered in it. The boys all began to collect mouthfuls of hay and circled them around the pregnant boy, who was still trying to get up.
They built a big circle around him, piling the hay up for his nest. Jimin looked down at the barrier and immediately felt better. There was really nothing to it, he didn't even know why it made him feel good, but it did. "Good, good." He snorted happily now.
The others all looked at the sow boy, feeling happy they could provide him with some comfort. Soon Jimin's mind started to return, and he could think clearly again. "What happened?" He asked, noticing the ring of hay.
Taehyung approached his head and gave him a gentle nudge, rubbing their faces together in a loving way. "You were in your pig mind. You wanted a nest, so we built you one."
Jimin looked back down at the ring. It did oddly make him feel better. He sighed in his mind but accepted it. "Don't worry, Jimin-ah, the babies will be here soon, and you'll get a break." Namjoon said with a nice smile.
The others all gathered around Jimin, snuggling in for a rest. Jimin had come to forgive them all for what had happened. Just like he couldn't control himself now, neither could they.
The thinnest boy moved to Jimin's belly and nuzzled it for a moment. Jimin noted it must have been Jungkook, and he knew what he wanted. Jimin tried to move over slightly to let the boy at his teats, letting him have a feed.
The feeling was better than the suction cups, and it made his teats feel less sensitive, not being full, so he always accepted when a boy wanted to drink. "Go on then, Kook." Jimin thought, and soon all the boys were having a drink.
-
When the time came, Jimin gave birth to 10 piglets. It took hours and caused so much pain for him, but he managed to push all 10 out. His teats were swollen, ready for his piglets, and he felt a weird pride knowing that he could at least take care of his babies.
It wasn't meant to last, though. They were taken away a week later, and he was back to his routine. He was pregnant again within the month, swelling to an even bigger size with more babies and more fat.
Now completely immobile when not pregnant, he was an easy target for the boys when their pigs took over. His little pig legs hung down beside his belly as he rocked back and forth, getting fucked at all times of the day, having someone feeding off his big teats constantly.
He was the farm's main source of income. His piglets were being sold for their own breeding or for meat production, he didn't know, but after a while, he stopped caring. He couldn't do anything to stop it.
It wasn't ideal for Jimin, but if it could help just a little bit, then he would accept what happened. Maybe one day, he could find the cure for what happened to him.
Maybe one day, someone would come to get him and take him back to his parents. They would tell him how happy they were to see him and how proud they were that he at least saved Jihyun. He would get to tell his little brother that he never once regretted saving him from this horrible fate. He would be happy again.
A New Suit
by Desdemona Kakalose
Phineas and Ferb/Complete/Chapters: 1 Words: 6k+
Or, “How Perry Became the Ambassador of France Before Even Visiting France That Night ”. The story of one night on the irregularly scheduled autumn calendar of Perry and Dr. Doofenshmirtz, and one really excellent disguise. Looks like headquarters got the “humanizer” out of test stages. Hints of Perryshmirtz. //
Well written, Human!Perry fic, slightly shippy at the end.
