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Swine Security Pt1
🕑 Added 2025-06-16 19:22:36 +0000 UTCHey everyone.
This is a collaboration between me and Vetoknox, an amazingly talented artist (I'll post their links below).
In this story, Sandy, a very condescending woman, learns that mocking a pig after taking a new job isn't the best way to make friends, or stay in shape for that matter.
Not even the best way to stay as a human.
First time I've ever done human to anthro transformation before, so I hope I did an okay job.
I'm going to post it on my Patreon page exclusively, but if you'd like to get it sooner and not wait a few weeks for the entirety of it (and to get it in comic form), it's also up on my e-junkie page as well.
Thank you all again for the support.
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Vetoknox
www.furaffinity.net/user/vetoknox
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“So degrading that I have to suffer in this mall. The humanity!”
Sandy Oxford, a young woman of only 24, thought to herself as she walked through the Choctaw Heritage Mall. She had been unable to get a job and with her rent and bills catching up, had accepted a position as a security guard. The company, Saddleback Security Solutions, had offered a solid salary and incentives, but, to the incredibly fit red head, it was still a step down from where she thought she’d be.
“Humiliating is an understatement”, she thought as she thought back to her interview.
Her new boss, a one Lenny Wattles, had told her that she didn’t have to worry about much, since there wasn’t much crime, but Sandy wasn’t paying attention. She was busy staring at the moose’s hanging belly and stretched out work pants, pants that looked to be at least two sizes too small. His tremendous thighs had started causing rips in the polyester pants. She shuddered in disgust as she saw little patches of hair stick out from said rips.
Still, starting out at $29 an hour meant that she had to suck it up, at least for a little bit, even if it meant sharing space with some gross, overweight anthros. She hadn’t seen everyone obviously, but there was no one even remotely close to her size working there from what she had seen so far. Even the one human guard had to be at least two hundred pounds overweight.
Sandy, who stood about 5-3 and weighed 125 pounds, was all fitness. She worked out twice a day, doing cardio before breakfast and then lifting heavy at night. She ate properly, having a meal plan up until three weeks ago when her funds had dipped dangerously low. She was out of place in this company and figured she had to be a “DEI” hire.
The redhead put her bag down, letting her new hire papers stick out and pulled out her cell phone. While she had taken this job, she had applied for a few other positions. She glanced through “TappedIn”, searching to see if any of the interviews she had been on had gotten responses.
She was so focused on her phone that she ignored the thundering footsteps approaching her as well as the shadow that followed them.
If a large, raucous burp didn’t force it’s way out, Sandy definitely would have been run over by a massive boar.
“Urppppp! Scuse me miss! Off to lunch!”
Sandy watched as one of her new co-workers, Peter Gilt, brushed past and waddled ass fast as he could towards the burger joint, “Meat Mass”, to stuff his face. His massive gut slapped against his thighs and his almost equally titanic rear sloshed and wobbled up and down as he moved his best to get his fill.
“What a fat fucking pig. Maybe have some self respect and eat a salad sometime, fatty. God, I pray for the furniture and that uniform, don’t know which one will give up first”, she thought as she put her phone down.
Sandy looked down past her impressive chest and at her six pack and sighed. The red head hadn’t gotten any hits. That meant first thing the next morning, she was going to get fitted for her uniform and then, after the weekend passed, she was officially working for Saddleback Security Solutions.
“Fuck. Well, I better get home and get ready. Need to stock up on protein bars and everything else I’ll need for this shit hole. God, this is so going to suck.”
With that, Sandy began the walk back to her car, her toned, taut rear jiggling ever so slightly in her green jogging pants.
