~BHM, Magic, Eating, Revenge, ~XWG - A yuppie bore becomes a boer, as well as so arrogant a fellow richly deserves
Prologue: Thursday Night: The Night Before
“You’re a pig! You’re nothing but a pig!”
And with that my six month relationship with Arianna ended. I thought it seemed like a slightly overdramatic last word, but in fairness to her she’d caught me in bed with another woman, so I suppose she had the right to say basically whatever she wanted.
It was a shame to see her go, she was VERY very hot. Waist length black hair, sharp features and olive skin, apparently the result of some gypsy blood somewhere in the past. And the sort of body any man’d kill for. Which I suppose leads to the obvious question, why did I cheat on her?
To be perfectly honest, I couldn’t tell you. I mean, Arianna is gorgeous, I wasn’t under any particular stress at that point, and I didn’t even know the blond girl who she’d walked in on me with, it was just some floozy I met at the bar.
I suppose I did it simply because I could. I’ve never been one to resist an impulse, and the girl at the bar was cute, and I was pretty sure I’d never get caught. But I did, and now I was being called a pig by a woman that, to be frank, I could have used another few weeks with.
“I’m leaving, don’t ever call me again. Pig.”
And as the door slammed, Arianna was out of my life. Crap. But that’s the way of it, I suppose. It is, after all, the risk you take when you cheat, and you have to be philosophical about it. After a good nights sleep, everything would slide back into perspective, and after all, I had more important things to worry about then women at the moment.
The next morning was my first day as vice president in charge of marketing at the company I worked for, and I had to keep my eye on the ball. At 27, i was the youngest VP in the company's history, and what I did my first couple of weeks would make or break me at this job. So, a good nights sleep and off to work, and I’ll deal with this later. But first the blonde.
“Wow, she really seemed angry”
“Yeah, look Cheryl”
“My name’s Chantal”
“Yeah, right. Look, I have to work early tomorrow, so do you need cab fare or something?”
“Are you serious?”
“Yeah, well, having my girlfriend burst in on us kind of ruined the mood for me, and I’m not a ‘talking about your feelings’ kind of guy, so if you wouldn’t mind…”
“Wow, she’s right, you are a pig.”
She dressed without a word, and refused to look me in the eye as she shuffled out the door. I swear, sometimes women can be so melodramatic. After she’d gone, I set about getting ready for bed. Brush my teeth, brush my thick, black hair, moisturize my skin (your skin is so important, and yet so few people bother to take care of it. It’s sad, when you think about it) and finally glance at myself in the mirror. And if I may be so bold as to say, I looked good.
My good looks were no accident. I worked out 6 days a week, jogging an hour in the morning Monday Wednesday and Friday and weight training Tuesday Thursday and Saturday, and the effort wasn’t going to waste. Six foot three, slim and cut, with visible ab’s and healthily defined pec’s, if I hadn’t gone into marketing, I likely could have made a reasonable living as a male model. Giving myself a quick once over, and verifying that all was as it should be, I climbed into bed for a well-deserved rest. I’d send Arianna some flowers or something in the morning, that ought to solve the matter. Women loved flowers.
But for now, I thought to myself, I need some rest, I have to be up at 6am for my Friday jog, and it wouldn’t do to be late the first day of my new job. After all, as of tomorrow morning, my whole life was going to change. And with that thought I drifted off into sleep.
I had no idea how true that thought was.
(Continued in post 6)
The Male Chauvinist Pig
by Pinkbelly
Author's Note: this is my first attempt at a transformation story. it's animal transformation but it does involve a good deal of weight gain, so I thought it might be appropriate here. More chapters as I write them.
by Pinkbelly
Author's Note: this is my first attempt at a transformation story. it's animal transformation but it does involve a good deal of weight gain, so I thought it might be appropriate here. More chapters as I write them.
Prologue: Thursday Night: The Night Before
“You’re a pig! You’re nothing but a pig!”
And with that my six month relationship with Arianna ended. I thought it seemed like a slightly overdramatic last word, but in fairness to her she’d caught me in bed with another woman, so I suppose she had the right to say basically whatever she wanted.
It was a shame to see her go, she was VERY very hot. Waist length black hair, sharp features and olive skin, apparently the result of some gypsy blood somewhere in the past. And the sort of body any man’d kill for. Which I suppose leads to the obvious question, why did I cheat on her?
To be perfectly honest, I couldn’t tell you. I mean, Arianna is gorgeous, I wasn’t under any particular stress at that point, and I didn’t even know the blond girl who she’d walked in on me with, it was just some floozy I met at the bar.
I suppose I did it simply because I could. I’ve never been one to resist an impulse, and the girl at the bar was cute, and I was pretty sure I’d never get caught. But I did, and now I was being called a pig by a woman that, to be frank, I could have used another few weeks with.
“I’m leaving, don’t ever call me again. Pig.”
And as the door slammed, Arianna was out of my life. Crap. But that’s the way of it, I suppose. It is, after all, the risk you take when you cheat, and you have to be philosophical about it. After a good nights sleep, everything would slide back into perspective, and after all, I had more important things to worry about then women at the moment.
The next morning was my first day as vice president in charge of marketing at the company I worked for, and I had to keep my eye on the ball. At 27, i was the youngest VP in the company's history, and what I did my first couple of weeks would make or break me at this job. So, a good nights sleep and off to work, and I’ll deal with this later. But first the blonde.
“Wow, she really seemed angry”
“Yeah, look Cheryl”
“My name’s Chantal”
“Yeah, right. Look, I have to work early tomorrow, so do you need cab fare or something?”
“Are you serious?”
“Yeah, well, having my girlfriend burst in on us kind of ruined the mood for me, and I’m not a ‘talking about your feelings’ kind of guy, so if you wouldn’t mind…”
“Wow, she’s right, you are a pig.”
She dressed without a word, and refused to look me in the eye as she shuffled out the door. I swear, sometimes women can be so melodramatic. After she’d gone, I set about getting ready for bed. Brush my teeth, brush my thick, black hair, moisturize my skin (your skin is so important, and yet so few people bother to take care of it. It’s sad, when you think about it) and finally glance at myself in the mirror. And if I may be so bold as to say, I looked good.
My good looks were no accident. I worked out 6 days a week, jogging an hour in the morning Monday Wednesday and Friday and weight training Tuesday Thursday and Saturday, and the effort wasn’t going to waste. Six foot three, slim and cut, with visible ab’s and healthily defined pec’s, if I hadn’t gone into marketing, I likely could have made a reasonable living as a male model. Giving myself a quick once over, and verifying that all was as it should be, I climbed into bed for a well-deserved rest. I’d send Arianna some flowers or something in the morning, that ought to solve the matter. Women loved flowers.
But for now, I thought to myself, I need some rest, I have to be up at 6am for my Friday jog, and it wouldn’t do to be late the first day of my new job. After all, as of tomorrow morning, my whole life was going to change. And with that thought I drifted off into sleep.
I had no idea how true that thought was.
(Continued in post 6)
