A zebra named Archie had been walking along the trail through the jungle. It was a difficult trek, and many explorers had gone missing in these parts, but he was confident that he could make the trek. 

At least, he had been confident, until two huge boars jumped out of the nearby bushes and dragged him through the undergrowth. His two assailants were nearly identical boards, only distinguishable by the tribal markings painted across their bodies in strange brown paint. Their bellies were covered in strange circular patterns that jiggled whenever they moved. All they wore was a strip of fabric serving as a loincloth, and it wasn't enough to hide the thick dicks swinging between their legs. 

"W-Where are you taking me?" He struggled as he was pulled forward. Each large hog had a brawny arm around him, pulling him forward in an almost intimate manner. Their confident strides and smiles added to his sense of alarm. 

They remained silent, moving effortlessly along near-invisible tracks, their plump bellies leading the way. The deeper they got, the worse the air smelled, overpowering the unwashed stink of the pigs. 

To the zebra's amazement, they came out of the deepest jungle into a village, built into a clearing. Huts of tied reeds and leafy thatches lined the way, with several sweaty boars standing around or carrying sacks from place to place. Between them, Archie was pulled along, following a well-worn path to a hut in the center of the village. 

The foul stench had grown stronger as they entered the village, and Archie realised it was coming from that hut. The rest of the village had been built so that everything filtered towards it, the largest and most complex structure. Archie was pushed inside by the two guards, who followed and shut the door behind him. 

In the barely-lit gloom, the stink became an overwhelming, humid atmosphere. He could feel his mind trying to drift, focused chased away as the heat and smell created strange passions in his body. These passions were not lost on his escort. Their loincloths were risen atop two thick pork sausages, their sweat so much more potent in the enclosed space.

"Hnnnngggh...?"

All three of them jumped as a figure emerged from the shadows. It was another boar, but a full head taller than the guards, and nearly as broad. His overwhelming belly was covered in spirals using the strange brown paint. Beady eyes peered out of his plump, tough face and took in the zebra.

"I, um, er..." Archie struggled to speak, and coughed. As the big boar arrived, the temperature felt like it was rising every second, heat was radiating off of the big boar, along with sweat, stink, and a potent, exhilarating musk. The way the guards were looking at him, he could only be their chief. 

"Hmm..."

The boar gave an appraising grunt, laying both his mighty hands on the zebra's shoulders. Archie felt the fingers press into his muscles, just shy of causing pain. This creature could rip him in half! He turned the zebra this way and that, and eventually nodded.

"Hm!"

The two guards slumped in relief, then looked on in awe as the chieftain tossed the zebra behind him, onto some leafy bedding, and gestured below his hips. The fist-thick meat-pole hanging there was visible below his enormous belly, dwarfing even the guard's own prominent shafts. 

From his prone position, Archie had a perfect view between the chieftain's legs as the two guards knelt down, holding their hands out in supplication. 

"Hmmmph..." 

The chieftain grunted as he took his mighty cock in his hands and pointed it towards his kneeling boars. Archie's mouth dropped open as a golden stream shot out, splashing a guard in the face.

The two boars held their hands out eagerly, filling their palms with as much steaming piss as they could hold before drinking it down. The chief gently waved his dick between them, spraying the two of them equally. Where it splashed on their faces, they kept their mouths open, swallowing as much as they could directly. Where it soaked their generous bellies they rubbed it further across themselves. When it splashed on their dicks they reached down and jerked them eagerly. 

"Buhiiiii!" 

The two squealed in unison as they came hard across the dirt floor. Sticky yellow spunk splashed forward, hitting the chief's legs and even staining the zebra's feet. 

Archie took a deep, shuddering breath. The stink of piss and of male satisfaction had been added to the smorgasbord of odours in the room. The air had already been toxic, now every thought felt as if it was coming through fog.

[i]This is bad... I can't escape.[/i] He tried to think, looking for the door in the gloom. [i]There's three of them between me and the door. I'll have to bide my time.[/i]

The chieftain was finishing up, the other two murring with delight. He turned around, looked at the zebra, then let out another firm grunt. 

"Hm, hmm!"

The two guards clambered to their feet and snapped into action, jumping over to the zebra. Archie quailed in fear as his sweaty clothes were roughly torn off, fabric rending to reveal his slender, striped hide. 

The chieftain stood over him, legs spread. That tree-trunk of a dick was hanging right in front of him. A bead of leftover piss dripped off the end onto his chest, leaving a dirty warmth that seemed to seep into his bones. As the huge pig spread his ass-cheeks, he feared it was going to get much worse.

[i][b]PHHHBllrrrplrchplrch...[/b][/i]

The vile organic splattering sound filled the small space as the pig pinched out a fat log right on Archie's belly. The stink in the room became overpoweringly bad as the big boar let out a series of spluttering farts. 

The zebra felt himself drifting in and out of consciousness as the chieftain let the log fall, stepped back and knelt down. Firm hands pressed against the thick turd, squishing it across the zebra's stomach. Sensation drifted in and out for Archie as strong fingers kneaded his flesh, spreading heat along his hide, and the sticky wet heat of fresh filth. His mind drifted as his eyes drifted shut.

When he opened them again, it was to see the chief putting the finishing touches on the pattern. The poop had been painted firmly across the zebra's stomach in a circular whorl, with stripes connecting his stomach to the base of his shaft. The muck had been pressed down so hard that it had become something like paint. As Archie stared, the pattern began to shimmer in his eyes. 

With the heat, the stink, and this strange touch, nearly all thought had fled his head. But one thought came clearly, courtesy of his belly. 

He was suddenly very, [i]very[/i] hungry. .

He looked up, mouth open, as the chieftain turned and presented his huge ass. The pig parted his greasy cheeks to reveal his dark hole, already crowning with a new tip of sloppy muck.

[i]I couldn't... there's no way... no matter how ravenously hungry I am... I could never...[/i] The thoughts gradually faded, until they were totally silent.

[b]Phlbrrrppplch...[/b]

Archie leaned forward, tongue out, eager not to miss a scrap. He shut his eyes as the turd slid across his tongue, carry's the chieftain's dominant stench all the way through. He swallowed it down, memorising the taste as the rich pig-fudge filled the aching void in his stomach.

The two guards held him down, watching with a wistful envy as the chieftain pumped load after load down the willing zebra's throat. Archie's dick was twitching as pleasure beyond mere satisfaction flooded his body, and his belly began to swell.

"Hng. Hng!" The chieftain grunted to the two hogs. They looked at the shit-swallowing zebra and grinned. 

They stood, gently pushing the zebra back until his head was flat to the floor, prying him away from the ass he loved so much. Archie was confused for just a moment before three wide asses blocked his vision. Six cheeks parted around three firm logs. Archie opened his mouth as they dropped.

One landed in his mouth, creating an explosion of flavour and [i]craving[/i]. The others landed on his face and chest. He gulped and rubbed, feeling their dirty, wonderful heat filling him inside and out.

As his belly bloated out further, absurdly pudgy on his slight frame, his dick jumped and shot a hot squirt of seed across his shit-soaked stomach. 

For days, he lived in that hut, in the care of the chief, [b]his[/b] chief. His time was split between feedings, gleefully swallowing from his master's ever-full bowels, and accepting more shit painted onto his body. He lost count of how many times he came during this time, and hardly noticed as his dick lost inches in length, but gained them in girth, reminiscent of every pig he'd seen. 

His body became a canvas for his master to paint on, and with each session it changed. Archie's frame became wider, his shoulders broader, his arms and legs bulging out with fat and muscle. 

He met many, many more of the pigs, who came in to visit him. All were male, and all were in awe of the chief. They would lick his ass, sniff his pits, kiss his feet, suckle his tits and deep-throat his cock. Archie watched it all, more aroused than he'd ever been. He'd always stroke himself to climax at the same time as his master came.

His zebra stripes were fading, white and black hide giving way to plump, pink flesh. In honour of his former identity, his master fed him until the former zebra shit, hard, and used that muck to paint tribal markings of stripes, where they had used to be. His newest underling was more than happy to be painted with his own muck.

With that, the former Archie was allowed out. His brawny arms hung down by his hips, along his thick, flabby thighs. That wonderfully intoxicating stink and sweat radiated off of his body. No matter how far he went from the hut, he carried some of it with him, enough to keep his mind in intoxicating bliss with every breath. Escape was entirely forgotten. What would he wish to escape from?

He accepted a jockstrap of his own, strapping it over his dick, barely noticing how it failed to hide more than half of the shaft. 

He had a duty. A fellow pig was waiting at the edge of the village. They snorted, and sniffed each other's dicks as a greeting, then walked together into the jungle.

There were fresh supplicants in there, new offerings for master. 

Those who would be his new brothers.