Order of the Holy Hogs (WIP Preview)

WARNING THE FULL STORY WILL CONTAIN: Male and Female Pig TF and Slobification (Weight Gain, Burping, and Farting)

   The road leading into the city of Trundleton was more than enough to show off the severity of the situation. While no one dared speak of the princess’s affliction out loud, it was hard to ignore the hushed whispers passed between the shop owners. Rumors carried by the wind had spread through the kingdom, but it still seemed like a far off fairy tale to the average person. However, the group making their way towards the castle was far from the norm.

   Sister Vera was the newest member of the group, her status signified by the worried expression on her face.  Braids of dirty blonde hir slipped out of her habit every few steps, thankfully giving her nervous fingers something to twiddle with as they continued along the road. The black and white habit that was typical for her order did a poor job of hiding the way her scrawny form shook as they got closer and closer to the castle.

   Looking over her shoulder, Vera looked upon her senior nuns for moral support. However, the stoic expressions upon Grace and Gloria’s faces did little to help her. The pair of nuns very rarely spoke, only conversing when it was absolutely necessary. Grace was the larger of the two, her head cradled by locks of red hair and being a full foot higher than the other. Not that Gloria seemed to mind as she used the shade of Grace’s visage to get some relief from the hot summer day without having to undo her bun of brown hair.

   Vera came to a sudden stop as she realized that the group’s leader had paused in front of the gates. Looking over her shoulder, Sister Maria showed off a glare that conveyed the respect she had earned through her multiple years in the order. A combination of scars across her face and grey streaks through her black hair identified her as a woman who had seen her fair share of action. Only turning away once Vera straightened her posture and fixed her hair, Maria turned her attention back to the castle gates and knocked.

   “Hello, we are the Sisters of Salvation,” Maria announced. “We have come to answer the call of King Edgar and Queen Beatrice.”

   The double doors creaked open at a snail’s pace. Daring to look past Maria’s shoulders, Vera saw a chubby woman adorned in a maid outfit standing by with a similar look of fear as her own. Fixing up the brown hair peeking out of her hat, the maid gave a deep bow towards the Sisters.

   “Greetings and thank you for coming,” the woman said. “My name is Carol. I am the handmaiden to the princess. I have come to take you to the king and queen so they may explain to you the kingdom’s predicament.”

   “Excellent, you may proceed,” Maria said, gesturing for the others to follow her in.

   The halls of the castle echoed with an eerie atmosphere that was unusual for castles of such luxury. Continuing down the corridor, Vera’s nose began to pick up whiffs of something atrocious drifting through the air. As she pondered if maybe the servants had let something rot in the kitchen, she once more had to stop at a moment’s notice as Maria held up her hand.

   “Keep your wits about you,” Maria said, looking over her shoulder to stare at Vera. “Our organization needs the funding from this job to keep up out holy work. Remain vigilant, but don’t forget your manners. Do you understand?”

   “Yes sister,” Vera replied.

   “Very good. And I take it that I don’t have to remind the two of you?”

   Grace and Gloria shook their heads in unison.

   “Excellent. Then we may proceed.”

   Maria nodded towards the handmaiden to get the nervous girl to open up the door to the throne room. The rancid odor that had been plaguing Vera’s senses was mitigated by the heavenly aroma that drifted out of the room. Following the other sister’s inside, her eyes immediately locked onto the spread of delicious food laid out on a table in front of the thrones. Just as her mouth was beginning to water, she was brought back to reality as she watched sets of pudgy fingers dig into the food. Looking at the source of the plump hands, Vera laid her gaze upon the rulers of Trudleton.

   King Edgar’s regal nature was made evident through the variety of golden rings adorning his thick fingers, even as the jewelry was besmirched with gravy. A robe of the highest quality looked worse for wear as it was stretched out by his barrel-like gut and sagging man boobs. Wobbling his wide backside across his seat, he paid little mind to the meat clinging to his black beard and the rude gas that emanated from his body. So engrossed by the odd sight of the slovenly king, Vera was caught off guard by an equally loud fart echoing from nearby.

   Swiveling her head to the side let Vera see Queen Beatrice open up her mouth to release an echoing belch. The burp shook about the queen’s multiple chins and threatened to pop her heavy bosom and bulging belly right out of her dress. Slicking back her strands of greasy, blonde hair away from her protruding gut, she pulled at the fabric sinking between her ass crack as she dove head first into a bowl of pudding.

   “I beg your pardon, your highness,” Maria announced, getting the pair of indulgent royalty to acknowledge her, “we are from the Sisters of Salvation. We have come to answer your call for-“

   “BWWWOOOOOOOOOORRRRRPPPP about time you showed up,” Edgar replied, dabbing at his face to clean away the scraps of food.

   “He’s right,” Beatrice said, expressing her frustration with a grimace on her face and a puff of flatulence. “Because of your horrendous timing, our poor daughter’s condition has gotten even worse.”

   “I do apologize, but it does take some time to make the necessary preparations,” Maria replied, unaffected by the couple’s rude behavior. “Please bring us to the princess so that we may get an accurate reading on her ailment.”

   “Very well,” King Edgar replied, heaving himself up and knocking over his empty platter in the process. “Just be wary. I’m not sure if you’ll be able to handle what I’m about to show you.”

   Following the King and Queen out of their chamber, the group descended into the castle depths. While there was little conversation during the march, the corridors were still devoid of silence thanks to the couple’s erratic spouts of gas. Hanging at the back of the group, Vera hazarded to hold a cloth up to her face to deal with the smell. Peeking over at the other sisters, she found it amazing how they were able to maintain their stance of dignity without a hint of flinching. Pondering if it was maybe something that came with experience, she powered her way through until they made their way to the dungeons.

   “Brace yourselves,” Edgar said, pressing his hands against the double doors. “And whatever you do, please be kind to the princess in her current state. Failing that, please keep your distance.”

   As the king unlocked the doors, Vera felt a shiver of unease go down her spine. The doors opened up to release a pungent cloud of fumes that far outshone the previous odors. Tears welling up in her eyes, Vera was surprised to see even Grace and Gloria momentarily break their stoic personas to cover their mouths and noses. Once more taking the lead, Maria stepped forward to get a good look at the thing that was Princess Winifred.