74 - Transporcine

"Of course, not all horrors are about old things," Leroy said, as he fetched another candle. "There are plenty of new horrors. I knew a woman who learned that firsthand. I call it...

TRANSPORCINE

Chronic illness is not something you can escape from. Not a curse that can be broken by the right spell, or exorcism, or miracle ****. You can't kill the witch or stake the vampire. It is a physical and mental burden that grinds you down. The way your body doesn't work. The things you can't do, that you miss out on. Parts of life you miss out on.

Maddie Henshaw had gotten sick in her teens. Couldn't attend school. A year after her last friend from childhood graduated, she got her G.E.D. Spent most of her young adult life in and out of hospitals. Taking classes online when she could muster the energy. Unable to work, to get her driver's license. She missed every party, every graduation, every dance.

Webcamming was one of the few options she had for income. They couldn't see her illness, just the waxy paleness of her skin, the shaven snatch, the plug in her ass, the fingers or dildos she stuffed into her pussy. It was a trickle. People sent her nasty messages, requests. What they wanted to do her, what they wanted her to do. Creeps, scammers. Still, it was money.

Until science caught up with what was wrong with her. A little hiccup in the gene transcription process. An autoimmune disease. Body attacking its own cells. Maddie finally got the news she had known all her life: she was built wrong.

But they could fix her.

"It's a new gene therapy process. We've slated you for the clinical trial," Dr. Hussaini explained. "It is going to insert a new gene sequence, derived from a specific breed of pig. Your body will cease attacking itself."

"You're going to turn me into a pig?" Maddie had asked, fuzzy on the specifics.

Dr. Hussaini had smiled. "Only a little. This specific breed of pig, it is anatomically very close to humans. We've been genetically altering them for several generations, to use their organs for transplants into humans. They have a particularly good compatability. Don't trigger an immune response. That's the part we are putting in you."

Paperwork. Hospitals. Long days and nights where nothing got better. Maddie tried to focus on her coursework and camwork. It was the latter that showed her she really was getting better.

She had started a stream, one Friday night. Usually, Maddie could only last about three hours before she had to crash. Years of limited activity had left her with little endurance. Her libido was even more muted; sex was a performative act. It felt good, but Maddie wasn't a slut. She just played one online.

Except this stream, she got into it. Really into it. Like a switch had been flipped. An unnatural need that went beyond what the men on the other side of the screen wanted. She found herself going longer. Daring more. The dildo inside her pussy wasn't enough. Maddie found herself digging fingers around the silicone shaft, stretching her pussy out. Her free hand scrabbled for another dildo.

She had never done that before. Pressed a second dildo against the first. Tugged at her own cunt, to work the second one in. The second shaft stretching her slutty slit almost to the breaking point. All the time, the ping-ping-ping of donations flooded in, as viewers filtered in and out of a stream that went on for three hours...then six...it was early Saturday morning when Maddie arched her back and screamed around the dildo she'd shoved down her own throat, pussy spasming, spraying her keyboard with pussy juice. One leg lashed out and unbalanced the chair and webcam.

Both hit the floor hard. The last fifteen minutes of the stream saw Maddie on the floor, eyes rolled back, face locked in a mask of idiocy as she rolled through an unfamiliar, unfaked climax.

Physical therapy slowly built up strength and endurance. Maddie's mind was better able to focus on her coursework, grades improving. The endurance stream was still a highlight of her week. As her body grew stronger, so too did her libido seem to grow more pervasive. She began to masturbate more often, and with progressively larger toys. There were nights when she fell asleep with buzzing toys in her pussy and ass, and days when her crotch was so sore all she could do was sit there with packs of frozen peas or strawberries between her legs.

Maddie wasn't aware of anything wrong until one day, when the delivery driver rang the doorbell. A tall, handsome young man with an easy smile, especially when he saw the cute young woman dressed only in a t-shirt and panties. She felt like such a slut as what should have been a simple drop-off turned into a flirtation...and then the door was closed, his pants were down, and Maddie was on her knees, sucking the first real dick she'd ever seen and smelled and touched in her entire life.

The bitter load stung her tongue, and she swallowed it, a few stray drops smeared across her lips. She didn't kiss him goodbye, but she smiled as he left, a fluid ounce or two lighter than when he began.

It wasn't until after Maddie had put away the groceries and then saw herself in the mirror that she noticed the change. She still had Dr. Hussaini on speed dial.

"Fascinating," the doctor had said, a week later, as he examined the black coloration on Maddie's tongue and lips. "It hasn't faded at all?"

"No," Maddie said, painfully aware of the black discoloration on her pink lips.

"It appears to be an immune response. You might have had a secondary mutation—a sperm allergy—which we didn't take into account. Have you felt any inflammation, nausea, dizziness?"

"No," Maddie said, and squirmed in her chair. It was the first time she'd been out of the house since the incident, and now she could almost smell his cock. She held her hands in tight fists on her knees.

"Well, I've taken samples. All I can suggest is that you...avoid...unprotected sexual acts until we have a better handle on what's going on," he said. "That shouldn't be a problem, should it?"

Maddie nodded. And really, it shouldn't have been.

Except when she slid into the bathroom of the train on her way home, she saw the hole.

It was hidden. Seated on the toilet, she could see the panel, just at head-height. Curiosity made her slide it open. A hole, about two inches in diameter, between the inch-thick partition. She saw a man taking a piss. Naked cock hanging out, shaking the tip, wiping it off...and then he must have noticed the hole too. Cautiously, he slipped a finger through the hole. Into her space.

Maddie swallowed. Suddenly too horny to move. Pussy dripping into the toilet below. Like some cum-crazy slut, she leaned forward and licked the tip of his finger.

He didn't even put on a condom. Just fed his soft cock through the hole. Maddie was on it like a sow on a ripe apple. The warm cockmeat filled her mouth and she slurped and sucked, her right hand between her legs, jilling her clit as her brain shifted into the same gooner zone that kept her awake and filling her cunt and ass with toys at night.

The hot spurt in the back of her throat caught her unawares. She coughed, pulled off. A liquid burst caught her in the cheek. As she sputtered, she seized up, body caught in a sudden small climax. By the time she could think again, the cock was gone, the door was closing. Maddie reached for the toilet tissue to wipe the cum from her face.

Then another man entered the other stall. A few moments later, another cock fed itself through the hole.

There were three men after that. Word must have spread. Maddie's cheeks burned beneath the black liquid streaks that had been colored her flesh. Immutable testament to her little adventure. Something she couldn't hide with makeup on her cam show.

Little moments of opportunity, lost control, overwhelming desire. How much of that could be attributed to her gene therapy, and how much to a life lived sick and sexless? I couldn't tell you. I do know that at one point, some doxxed her online. Leaked her name, her mailing address. Perverts would send her condoms full of cum. Disgusting little balloons full of spunk.

I think, perhaps, she saw the possibilities, then. A way to reclaim her body. Or maybe just to explore the limits of her modified flesh. Maddie had never had a tattoo or piercing. Now, at last, she could decorate her body...and her tainted flesh and perverted followers had given her the means.

"What did she do?" Jason asked.

"I didn't see her for that part," Leroy said. "We only talked online, you see. Latoya...perhaps she will tell you what happened after."

So saying, he blew out the candle.