Welcome to Gaia! ::

After Bobby strode away from the incident at Billy's duplex, she had gone to the river to wash up. The woman could have gone to her own duplex, but that was still too close to his. That was two days ago, and she still had some ink stain on her. The pig refused to go into the village with it still on her. Of course, with her dark skin it was hardly noticeable now.

Bobby had lived off the forest once before, and she could do it again. Her previous isolation helped in a situation like this. Fully clothed, Bobby walked into the river and scrubbed as best she could. She wanted to enjoy herself a little bit, so swam a little upstream. Fighting the current had been a work-out, but it felt good.

At the bank, Bobby stepped out and undressed. Before putting her clothes back on she wrung them out. Fully clothed again, the pig walked around, it was time to eat.

It was at that point that she saw a familiar form collapsed nearby. Immediately, the woman was off as fast she could. She was still skidding to a stop when Bobby knelt beside the fallen coyote.

But for a brief moment it wasn't Pyroth but John, her fallen partner, killed by Billy's hand. Carefully, Bobby lifted the thin frame of Pyroth and cradled him in her lap, praying he was okay. The water that dripped onto her hands was really blood from his gunshot wound.

"Joh-" Bobby started to say when her mind cleared. There was no blood, not wound... no John. The one who was in her lap was really Pyroth; he was a man once but now looked more coyote. Smoothing the fur on his forehead and cheeks, the woman murmured, trying to get him to wake up, "Pyroth.... Pyroth wake up..."

Pyroth had been out of action for almost 24 hours after being administered the shock to deter his pursuit of Emerwyn, normally the duration of the effect would have been much shorter but he had exhausted his already weakened body by the run. He didn't stir as Bobby initially picked him up, only beginning to come back into the world of the fully concious after a moment or two.

As soon as he was even remotely self away he noticed his head hurt like hell along with his neck, legs and in particular his injured shoulder he'd been lying on. However he wasn't as cold as he had been, noticing a comforting warmth nearby and a scent familiar to him. It was only when he herad Bobby speak that he opened his yellow eyes, looking utterly dazed and confused, the previous day a bit of a blur.

"Wha..What?" he muttered, still only half-awake. He looked around with effort and realised he was at the lake. The previous day's events came back to him and he groaned and let his head fall back again, relief apparent in expression. "Good. She got away."

He looked up at Bobby again and only then realised that the reason he was so warm and comfortable was because he was rested in her lap. He switched to hoshitcan'tseemtoocomfortablehere mode and spoke, sitting up "Oh! Yeah. I got zapped. I think." he flicked his ears back apologetically. "I'm really sorry if I gave you a fright. I know what this island is like." Again that temptation to show his earnestness by proferring a canine lick took him by surprise and in his still-groggy state he wasn't fast enough to catch it. The result was a cheek lick that made him want to smack himself. Hopefully Bobby wouldn't mind /too/ much.

"Yeah..sorry." he looked like a dog given into trouble, waiting for the reprimand to smack him.

Bobby let out a relieved breath when Pyroth came to. At the mention that someone got away, she couldn't help but look around. The pig had no idea what had happened here, and any scents that may have been here would be long gone. "Who... got away?" she was almost worried to ask. But sure, whatever had transpired was not his fault. The fact that he remembered was a good sign, though.

As the coyote sat back, Bobby didn't move or hestitate. Secretly, she had enjoyed some warmth in her lap. She must have gotten accustomed to it at home -what with her husband, children, and multiple lovers. The only person that allowed such contact at the Island was Colche, the one that always helped the woman fill the whole in her heart that her children had so recently filled.

"Zapped? Did you do something bad?" Bobby was curious. There were only a couple reasons she could think of that would result in him getting zapped.

All the canine expressions didn't phase Bobby. She had seen worst looks and actions before... on those that were arrested or an inmate. Usually, they were pointed at her. So, either she was now immune to canine-feral expression or simply chose to ignore them. Who knows.

At the multiple apologies, the woman could help but roll her eyes in mock exasperation. "You have don't have to be sorry."

Pyroth nodded "I really do need to be sorry, I almost killed someone, probably would have too if I hadn't been zapped out." The painful awareness of the chase stunned him, this time he had gone after Emerwyn of his own accord, he couldn't blame the coyote or the drugs. He moved off of Bobby's lap, feeling as though she wouldn't even want to be anywhere near someone who would opt to hunt a fellow islander. He considered walking off but all of his muscles informed him in unison that he really wasn't going anywhere. He flopped down to sit in the undergrowth.

"That's the second time I've gone after Em, and this time I /knew/ I was doing it." He remembered all too vividly how he could almost taste the blood as he talked to her.

He tried to shrug it off, burying it as usual, trying to appear normal in front of one of the few people he called friends on the island.

"But yeah." he covered his eyes with his paws for a second "I must have been out here all day. I feel like s**t."

Bobby frowned a little. She had met Emerwyn a short time ago. The woman was turning into a deer, common prey, sure... and was this what she had meant when she said kindness was a rare thing on the Island? Maybe it was that she was a prey animal, it must be hard for the deer to be among so many hunters. "I am sure you didn't almost kill her. I doubt the doctor would let anything like that happen to any of us. Of course, if it was the serums that did the job I am not so sure he would worry."

The woman paused for a little bit, Pyroth looked horrible. It was obvious he wasn't in very good shape at the moment. Bobby kept her seat and just watched him. "I am sure Em would understand, though I doubt she likes in any better than you," she had seemed like a smart woman. Bobby made a mental note to find the deer sometime, if she could. There was no way she'd be able to keep up with her plump body.

Hearing that the coyote felt like s**t, Bobby stood up and helped Pyroth to his feet. "Come on, let's go for a walk. If you've been here all day in that position, your muscles need to be reminded how to work." Whether she was just helping him stand as a brace or the only thing keeping him on his feet was unsure. What was sure was that Bobby knew he had to move and help his blood circulate. If not, he'd stay in pain for much longer.

Pyroth nodded but looked doubtful, there wasnn't much of a difference between having a true intent to kill and actually succeeding. "Thank the powers that be that we actually do have those chips." So long as they kept on working, he wouldn't let himself fret too much, he'd just have to deal with the fact that he was a subconciously nasty person and predatory instincts only made that worse.

He allowed himself to be helped to his feet, despite having to clench his teeth to ignore the pained protests of his muscles. He was pretty much relying on Bobby to keep him upright and for once was glad that he was probably scarily light.

He grinned in a mischevious but pained fashion and added "Yes...nurse Bobby."

Bobby wasn't so sure she was very glad of the chip in her neck. It had been pretty powerful in that storm, and she hadn't deserved such abuse... at least, she didn't think she did. Instead, the woman chose not to comment on that. Though, she was relieved that no one was injured... they'd have to work a little bit on Pyroth's walking skills.

"Pfht!" The pig half snorted, half gauffed. "Nurse Bobby had nothing to do with it. You need to walk, now one foot first...." The woman took a step and aided the coyote in his own walking. He'd have to put some effort into it. She couldn't do it all -thought it might have been easier considering her was just a pack of skin and bones... her blood was circulating just fine. "We should probably feed you too..." Bobby half-murmured.

Pyroth found walking hard enough at the best of times and after having lain in the one position for hours in the damp it was harder than ever. Part of him wanted to just drop down and walk on all fours but even he knew that despite that impulse, it would only make things harder. He didn't like being reliant on others or a burden and quickly forced himself to put the effort into walking, attempting to take the hassle off of Bobby.

"Food?" he considered it, he really was hungry even if a little nauseous and hunting was out of the question. "Sounds like a plan." Water was definately in order too, his mouth tasted terrible

He walked for a bit, trying to force some movement into his legs, fully concentrating on what he was doing but as he got more into a stride he spoke again.

"Bet I totally ruined your trip to the river."

That was settled! "We'll go towards where I've been for the past couple days. I stole in one night and got some food. You are welcome to share." Bobby lead Pyroth back along the river, back to where she had stayed the last couple of nights.

At the mention of ruining her trip, the pig couldn't help but laugh, "No, I was just swimming around. I had nothing planned and don't feel ready to go back to the Village quite yet."

Pyroth smirked gratefully, if there was one thing he could count on Bobby to have near to hand it was food and good food too. "You've been living out here?" he said surprised "I suppose it's warm enough and all. Truth be told I've considered moving out of my duplex and into the jungle a lot lately, never have been able to though. Guess I'm too attached to my creature comforts. Like a bed. And art materials." He chuckled "Despite these paws I can still draw a bit."

He stepped carefully over a fallen branch and added "If I change any more than this I'll leave it behind but for now I spend most nights indoors."

He didn't ask what had driven Bobby out into the jungle in the first place, not wanting to bring up the Billy incident if he could avoid it.

"I hate swimming, you have /no/ idea how long this fur takes to dry. That and I couldn't swim well to begin with."

Bobby shrugged, careful not to dislodge the coyote. "Kind of. I've only been out here a couple nights.... and it isn't nearly as long as before. Every time, though, I go back to my duplex. Everything is still there that I brought from home. Plus, if I have to stay here, I might as well use some of the the doctor's money."

"You'll have to show me some artwork," the woman smiled down at her charge. "I've always been a sucker for such things!"

They walked a little further. It really wasn't far at all. There was a small area where grass was pressed down, though thuroughly padded with grass and leaves, and the strap of a bag could be seen from a nearby bush. "Here we are, you can rest now." Slowly, the pig helped the coyote only what had been her 'bed' for the past few nights as she went over to grab the bag of food and other supplies.

Pyroth sat down carefully, glad to get off of his feet, flicking his tail around to rest by his side. He grinned "I'm the same, I take so much expensive alcohol from the beach bar I must cost the labs a fortune. It's not like they are hard for cash anyway."

He nodded and flicked his tail "My art's okay, not fantastic though, Khan was usually the one who did the tattoo designs, I just transferred them onto the customer."

He looked around where he was sitting cautiously "You get some majorly huge bugs in this place." he wouldn't readily admit it but some of the insects in the jungle really set him on edge.

Bobby brought the bag over and sat by Pyroth. She rummaged in it for a moment. Handing him a tuna sandwich and a bottle of water, the woman set to work with her own injury. Punching the door had not been a good idea. It had sliced her knuckles open. Despite her keeping it bandaged, when she unwrapped her hand, the joints were swollen and red... but not pussing which was a good sign.

"I'm sure you're art is better than you give it credit," the woman grinned. Since they weren't going anywhere for awhile, Bobby decided to leave her hand unbandaged, let it get some air. "I haven't noticed the bugs, quite honestly... but shouldn't you only have to worry about fleas?"

Pyroth eyed the tuna sandwich critically for just a moment before deciding that beggers couldn't be choosers and took a bite out of it. It wasn't what he had grown used to of late but nevertheless tasted pretty damn good to his hunger. "Thanks." he said as soon as he was good to talk again.

He caught the scent of her wounded knuckles before he actually spotted them, glancing over, looking concerned. "Ouch. I guessed you might have hurt yourself when you did that, just didn't think." He rummaged in his pockets and produced the anitbiotics he had picked up for his own injured shoulder, there were quite a few left. "If you haven't really been back to the villiage yet, these might be useful."

He grinned "Yeah, I /should/ only worry about the fleas, that doesn't mean I don't almost die a death when a giant hairy spider crawls past me."

Bobby hadn't been sure if Pyroth would appreciate the sandwich, but it really was the closest thing she had to raw meat. She was relieved when he ate the thing.

Not sure if Pyroth was being critical of her actions or now, the pig flashed her eyes at the coyote, wondering if he really was one to judge irrational actions. Bobby pushed the thoughts aside, Pyroth was her friend, he probably didn't mean it that way. "No, I haven't gotten any. Are you sure you don't need them anymore? My wound isn't nearly as serious as your own."

At the imagery of Pyroth freaking out and fainting at the sight of a 'giant hairy spider' didn't fail to make Bobby laugh. "I'm sure you'd scare the spider more that it scares you!"

The coyote dismissed her worries with a paw "Nah I don't need them, have another box in my duplex, thought I had better be safe than sorry. Took a leaf out of your bag of wonders. "

He tilted his head and feigned indignance. "I'm not /that/ bad. Well..maybe." One of the times he had been hunting he almost ran into a spider, skidded to a halt, spun around and ran off yelling in the opposite direction. He wasn't arachnophobic but it was amazing how disturbing giant hairy bugs could be.

He decided to just broach the subject he'd been avoiding after a bit, smiling warmly.

"By the way, your reaction to Billy a few days ago was the most magnificently composed one I've ever seen." he chuckled, meaning no harm of it "I can see why you were hired as a policewoman."

Bobby took the antibiotics and popped a couple pills in her mouth. It was better safe than sorry, and if she refused them, then, well... she wouldn't be any better than a hypocrit after bugging Pyroth about them. "Alright, only if you have more for yourself!"

The woman snickered again. She hadn't seen Pyroth and large, hairy spiders before, but now she wished there was one nearby.

After smiling a little, Bobby closed her eyes. It almost appeared painfully. "Well, usually I am a bit more tactful... but after Billy inked me... the pig took over." Opening her eyes, Bobby stared almost regretfully at Pyroth, "I'm sure you know how that is..."

You awaken from the disturbing dreams brought on by another injection. Done while you slept. You check your arm and notice the puncture wound, right before it hits you. A disturbing feeling of hunger, much like you felt during your first change.

Even as you search for anything you might have to eat in the room the changes continue. Trying to balance your hunger with your reaction to the changes.

First off your notice the nipples you developed in the previous stage seem to be growing... larger. Becomming full blown breasts. Your skin seems to lighten as the amount of hair across it increases. The skin adjusting colors to match the color of what your becomming.

Even as you snort and squeel your face puffs out more, your brow reshaping as the nose becomes larger and more pronounced. More of a snout. Taking deep breaths through your nose causing loud pig-like snorts. Your ears pushing up and becomming longer, staying in basically the same shape. You feel your tusks pushing out, growing larger on your under lip.

Most disturbing of all though is your fingers. As you watch and feel them thicken. The darkened nails you had before growing larger, thicker, as well as the fingers. Particurally the middle nails seem to be the most prounced. You painfully watch your feet do the same.

Till you are left there, the hunger subsiding, especially if it was fed. Even less human than you once were before all of this, your metabolism in even worse condition.

Ever since her last change, Bobby was determined to not be near anyone. First of all, she wasn't sure she could handle the pressure right then. She looked so different and she was a bit conscious of her extra six breasts... they weren't just little bumps anymore! It wasn't natural, and she need time on her own.

She made it to the cafeteria just fine, sniffing her way to avoid contact. The pig ate her fill and filled her sack, which was a common routine for her. Today, though, Bobby wanted to enjoy another picnic... but her destination meant she had to risk going through the duplexes. She could have gone around, but she was so much slower now-a-days.

Careful, she would peek her head out, look around and sniff in piggish snorts, tuck her head in, and scurry as fast as she could -which wasn't very fast- to her next hiding place. It was slow-going and fairly noisey; but Bobby continued this method, and it seemed to be working. The treeline was riiiiight there. The pig could smell the freedom: trees, grass, hidden mushrooms and nuts under the fallen leaves..... she longed to be there, she just had a few more duplexes to get around.

Angelina was walking back to the village on the path from the labs. She had been going every couple of weeks to visit with Aubrey and run more tests, trying to figure out why the serums refused to work on her.

She was nearly the village clearing when she heard some shuffling around. Curosity got the better of her, and she followed the noise, coming across a large ..woman... snuffling around.

"Oh, uhm, hi..>" she ventured carefully.

Bobby was too loud, she couldn't hear the other person approach... and her senses were so focused on the forest that she couldn't smell her either -all she smelled was those delicious, hidden mushrooms!-.

With a surprisingly quick turn for her bulk, Bobby squealed in surprise to face the new arrival. Her eyes were wide as disks; she felt like a caught prisoner on her escape, or maybe a piglet who was just caught by the butcher on Christmas morning. Her nostrils twitched as she watched to see if anything was going to happen. It was then that the woman realised an answer was required.

Taking a step back, closer to freedom -perhaps-, the pig's body relaxed, but just a little. "He-EE-r... Hello..." Bobby had to correct.

"I'm sorry," the young, completely human looking woman said. "I didn't mean to frighten you." She looked her over. She looked vaguely like a woman she had seen around, but never formally met. "I don't think we've officially met," she said, holding out a hand. "Angelina Swanson."

Bobby's tail twitched in indesicion at first. At the introduction, it seemed the woman was finally able to conquer frightened pig. Angelina? Her bloated face broke out into a welcoming smile. Was this the one.... that... Her voice was a little broken from being quiet for so long -outside of pig groan, snorts, and squeals-, "Oh! I'm... SQ-alright..." Bobby coughed in one hooved hand and offered the other to shake the still very human hand. She was a little awkward with them, but that could have been from not being used to them or simply nervousness.

"Bobby Reynolds," the woman adjusted her pack. "Are you the one... Ambrose was taking... you were sick?" She was a little unsure how to word the situation, it must have been so long ago. Though, it was one that was fresh in her mind...when she found out she could never go home.

"Ah, I think Ambrose has mentioned you," she said with a smile, shaking her hand. "Yeah, I was sick about two months ago. The labs fixed me up, somehow, heh. But I guess you should take what you can get, eh?"

She shuffled from foot to foot. "So what's up?"

"I am relieved to see you are okay, for his sake and yours!" Bobby's smile and tone were genuine. Her voice wasn't really cracking anymore either. She also had more control over the pig, who was lazily protesting to go tot he forest.

2 months? Was that how long it was? It felt like a lifetime already. Motioning to her back, Bobby nodded towards the close 'freedom' the pig wanted, "I was just going to go on a picnic. You can join if you want, I'd like the company..." Her words trailed, a little unsure. Would Angelina even want to join a fat woman who was turning into a pig?

Yeah, well, I can't help but wonder when they're going to get sick of me. I mean.. its been six months... no change. What will happen? Are they going to give up? Try a different serum? I know they won't send me home. NOt that I would want to unless Ambrose came with me."

She looked at te forest and gave a smile. "Yeah, a picnic sounds like fun!"

Bobby smiled gently, "I don't think they'd get sick of you, you look like a striking young woman to me. Ambrose is a lucky dog... erm, man!" She added the last with a wink, and giggled at the mix-up of words. The 'old saying' was a little too appropriate.

Turning, the woman looked back, as if to say she show the way. Bobby chewed on her bottom lip a little, careful of the long fangs, "I know a place close, that way you can get back here in a hurry if you need to." She lead the way, it would have taken most people only a few long strides to cover, but it went slower for her. The pig snorted happily, glad to be going out to the woods.

"heh, thanks," she said with a smile.

She followed Bobby into the woods. "Ya know, I guess if you're going to be trapped and forced to live somwhere, at least they picked a nice place," she said wryly.

They entered the woods. Almost immediately, the smells attacked the pig, who stopped and looked a little indecisive. She almost completely missed what Angelina said... but her head cleared for a moment, "It is beautiful here. I think I'd enjoy it more if it wasn't such a life-sentence, but some things are just that way.. ya know?"

Bobby had turned to send Angelina a smile, but once of her feet tripped over a root. In her previous frame, she could have balanced, but the woman was still unused to the added mass of her body. Not to mention, the extra breasts messed with her sense of balance; though, the pack of food helped to put her center of gravity back in place, though very unstable. Who would think that small piece of wood would cause such tremendous damage?

When a mountain falls, it falls... and the pig went to the ground in an unshakeable decent. Bobby landed with a loud grunt, and some round fruits escaped the sack to roll away tauntingly. "Ow...." she moaned through her grumbling nose. The material that had lead to the fall -the added amount of fat- also protected from the worst of bruises.

Bobby was back. She had to somewhat admit, it was good to be back. While her times of wilderness seclusion were immensely helpful... in coping and uniterrupted practice. Even with her 'new' body, the woman was determined to keep as much humanity. Always working with balance and her throwing skills. If her legs moved better, she would keep up her kick-boxing; but that was a hopeless dream. Instead, Bobby chose to work on the few things she could still do.

Back in her duplex, the woman looked around. Her room was spotless, as it usually was, but in her mind it was dirty. No speck of dust went un-noticed. It was too dirty, and even the pig was surfacing in the paranoia. Without another thought, Bobby was back from the town hall. She had brought back cleaning supplies and 'fuel' for herself (bags of food).

It didn't take long, despite her large mass. Once started, and with woman and pig on agreeing terms, the duplex was torn apart, and slowly but thoroughly cleaning it up.

Spray. Wipe. Toss. Replace [insert item]. Repeat.

That was the routine.

Bobby was taking a food-break when she heard the knock at the door. While she stood up, short snorts were emitted from her nostrils; and the sound had covered up Pyroth announcing it was him. So, when the woman went to the door and opened it, all she could do was stare.

Pyroth had always been there for her, and she hadn't seen him since her last transformation. Actually, she hadn't seen much of anyone. Her time alone could not prepare her for interaction with others; what would be their response? would her new appearance, and definately having eight full-grown breasts, turn people away? The look only lasted a slit second, but it felt like a lifetime for Bobby.

"Py...Pyroth?" She sqeaked, the end of his name raising in a definately high-pitched, piggish sqeaul. Bobby was so worried about his reaction that she didn't even see the object he held in his paws.

Her breath was released in relief, it seemed he either ignored the differences or didn't care. She was willing to bet on the latter of the two. Slowly, she grinned a little around her bottom canines, happy to have her friend around once more. "It has been awhile, yes... too long. I am glad to see you are alright." Bobby hadn't seen anyone, and their health -especially her friends- worried her. Were they alright? She would have to check on them later.

Finally, she saw the gift in his paws. The colors really stood out for her. At that moment, Bobby didn't know if she had seen anyting so beautiful in her life. Reaching out, she took it delicately in her newly-shaped hooved hands. Slowly, she looked at Pyroth, her eyes wide with amazement. Her voice was barely above a whisper, "It's gorgeous! Did you this yourself? That must have been some accomplishment!" Her voice cracked, some piggish squeals and grunts accentuating some of the words, with emotion. Her eyes mistified with unshed tears, but nothing gathered enough to fall.

Bobby listened to the speech. She was used to listening to people talk, and while Pyroth seemed detached from his words he also genuinely meant everything he said. For a moment, she had no idea what to say. She was happy for the gift, and his explanation made it all the more special. If there was anything anyone needed on this Island, it was good luck. The woman was carefully inspecting the feathers, listening, when the coyote finished.

With a wide grin, her fangs gleaming non-threateningly, Bobby took Pyroth in her arms for a hug. "Thank you, Pyroth! This means more than you can imagine!" After a pause, the woman stiffened a little and let the poor coyote go. A slight red blush creapt to her cheeks around the splotches of fur. She was all of sudden very conscious of the eight breasts she had just smooshed into Pyroth's own torso. How embarrassing! "I'm... sorry...."

Fingering the gift, careful not to hurt it, Bobby looked around nervously, unsure of what to do. Finally, she looked over her shoulder and then back at Pyroth. She smiled a little sheepishly, "I'd invite you in but the room's a pig's st- erm, mess."