Awesome work! Don't see a lot of boar TF like this.

thanks and i totally agree

I love that belly!

I absolutely love that belly

I love the belly Elliot! I wish I had one just like it! Oink!

It was a usual Friday morning for Piper. He had clocked in at 9 and was at his desk mindlessly typing away at some project that he wouldn't remember within the week. He just consoled himself at the fact that one day he'll save up enough money to get out of the stuffy office building and vacation somewhere warm. Thailand? Ecuador? The choice was his, he chuckled in a bittersweet tone. He logged off and dipped into the staff kitchen for a short meal break. He pulled out his rice and salad and plopped himself down in the corner to stare out the window at the skyline. He dozed off as his body fed itself and realised for the fifth time that day that he was just an automaton, a mindless robot made to work for a company he barely cared about in a city that he cared even less for. The sinking feeling of emptiness, an emotional void set in on him and he could only cry at his inability to break free. He was about to clean up when he realised that Andrew was brewing a fresh batch of coffee. He thought that the coffee would help lighten his mood, or at least allow him to power through a particularly bad day. He walked over to the counter and grabbed a spare mug, and waited behind him patiently for the brew to finish. The aroma drifted into his nostrils, the sweet fragrance of caffeine; it made his hands shake at the very thought of having a single sip. He felt himself lunge at the pot as soon as the brew was done and filling the mug to the absolute brim. He stepped back to his corner, making sure to spill none of the coffee along the way, and planted himself squarely where he was formerly seated. Staring back at the bleak landscape, something felt...different. It was like his mood drastically shifted and what was such a bleak and bland landscape suddenly felt filled with colour and vibrancy. The cold, bleak February felt like the middle of July to him. He slowly stared at the cup of coffee, bringing it close enough to let the steam hit his face, let the smell overtake him. He slowly sipped the coffee and the taste almost melted his mind. It was strong and earthy but it was mild and soft, like being under a large, soft blanket after a night of -30 weather in a T-shirt. It felt clean but also had a strong texture to it and the coffee went down like gold. Soon he was taking larger and larger sips and began having a violent urge to gulp the entire pot in one shot. God he would love to just drown in this coffee, it was just so good. Wait...something's wrong, he thought. Why would he care so much about coffee? As soon as he was about to try and answer this question he felt his belly rumble hard. He was soon on the ground writhing in pain as he felt his entire face breaking apart and reforming itself: his nose began to pull upwards and push into his face, causing his nostrils to flare and his voice to become lost in a nasal tone; simultaneously his vocal cords dropped 2 octaves and he felt his two canines painfully pop out only for his jaw to shift to accommodate two tusks that violently burst out of his mouth. With a moment of reprieve, he noticed the changes and felt a fusion of extreme embarrassment and shock: Why is everyone looking at me? Is this a dream? How do I get out of here? Before he could answer any of these questions he felt a massive eruption of fat and fur hit his midriff. Pounds were adding themselves onto his fairly thin frame by the second: first putting pressure on his dress shirt and blazer, and before he could get his increasingly chubby fingers to undo the buttons, both violently burst outwards, exposing a thick, brown pelt covering his now expanded belly. He stared at his hands, now with a reduced three appendages, each becoming hard-tipped and blackened, the fur creeping along his now expanded body. He felt a sudden urge to go onto all fours and violently thrash at anything near, to destroy what had abused him for such a long time. He looked around at the shocked faces, the contorted looks. It was all a circus: a big, fat circus. And he was the star. Time to give them a show, he thought. He went on all fours, and with a feral screech, began his revenge against the corporation.

Great stuff thanks for that :)

Always, the great art is a good inspiration

I love these!!

Thats MR PIG.

I always have loved your cartoonish pear-shaped builds, they are pretty adorable and delightful. I do like as well how the glow on his eyes looks, looking more juvenile due the "glassy/glow" you have being adding to the eyes.

Once again, a pretty good and amazing drawing, keep the good work dude!

Thanks alot :3

I wish I could be his cute sexy sow secretary! Oink~

Tf needs to finish please