This is a story made for  dunsu after winning my raffle weeks ago. I apologize it took me so long to write it. I hope you enjoyed it!

Dunsu and Eddy Hansen belongs to  dunsu

Dunsu wanted to meet his idols, The Brutal Svin, a popular band from the old times. Though it seems like he gets to meet one of them face to face, along with a chance to be part of the band.
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The dark sky wasn’t much to go by as his day was long and slow as usual. Although the small town is known to be popular with its tourism options, most of the time it’s empty during nighttime. Only because most of the residents who live here work during the day. There is one place that’s open during the night, a small club that doesn’t get much attention due to their rumors on missing people. They avoid this club at all cost if they want to see tomorrow. Although they aren’t sure what exactly happened to the missing people, one thing for sure is that it’ll go bankrupt soon. Of course, there’s always that one person who’s the exact opposite of the population. A skinny pale human, wearing cargo shorts and a red t-shirt, walks into the empty club, bags under his brown eyes as he looks around the room as if it's just as empty as a classroom in the summer. His name is Dunsu, a human with a species as rare as a unicorn in the small town. There are about less than a dozen humans, only because most migrate to the larger cities. He works a night shift job on the weekdays as a laundry cleaner for a sports team, their gym/laundromat is just nearby this club. As it is Saturday, he decides to spend his night at the bar people warned him about. The only reason he came here was because his favorite band was coming here, Brutal Svin The human sits down by the bar, waiting for someone. If the bar is open, there has to be someone at the counter.

Fortunately, a large overweight bear came out from the employees room just behind the counter as he saw the human sitting there. “What can I get you to drink?” He asks without greeting Dunsu.

The human looks up at him, not phased at all about who he’s talking to. “Just water is fine.”

“Water? Are you sure….?” Dunsu doesn’t reply but has that expression on his face. “Alright then.” The bear says, going into the mini fridge as he gives him a plastic bottle of water. “Here you go, that’ll be five dollars.” Dunsu hands him a five on the counter as he opens his water bottle and drinks it.

After taking his sip, he asks the bear a question. “So, when will they be here?”

“Who?” The bear asks back.

“The Brutal Svin. I heard they were coming here to perform.” Dunsu explains, taking another drink of his water.

The bear nods his head as he understands. “Ah, I see. Well they’re in the back stage right now. I like them a lot since they play at my club for free. They’re generous people you know. Been here for about…..a couple months?”

Dunsu sets down his bottle. “Really? How come I never knew they were playing here before?”

“Eh.” The bartender shrugs. “Advertising problems maybe? Well, I hope you enjoy the show.” The bear cleans up the counter with a rag before going back to the employee’s room.

Sitting alone in the club, he waits for the band to show up and play their music. It’s at least how he would spend his night whenever most of the places are close. Dunsu decides he could at least check out the rest of the room. It’s his first time in the club so it’s a good idea to check around the place. Exploring the place, he can tell that they take good care of it as it lacks dust on the tables and chairs. There’s no sign of bug infestations on the floor nor mold on the walls. The stage was the main attraction as it had decorations, a clean and shiny wooden platform, carpeted staircases at the sides, and spotlights above that didn’t look like it was hanging by a single screw. He wonders why they take care of this place so well if it isn’t popular. Maybe since The Brutal Svin is here, they had to maintain the place. Dunsu thought to check out the bathrooms, which were just down a thin hall with a sign above it that states the location of those said bathrooms, to confirm his idea. Heading down the hallway, he can see the men’s restroom just up ahead at the other end of the hall.

“What do you mean, he’s not coming?” A male voice said at one of the open doors with light shining out of it. Dunsu had recognized that voice from anywhere and he’s genuinely excited to hear it. The human couldn’t help but to peak his head and look through the gap in curiosity. From inside the room stands an overweight pig, wearing a black shirt that couldn’t cover up his entire belly, with the name of his band, a navy blue vest over it, along with long dark blue jeans. He doesn’t have shoes on with his two-toed hooves, long pink hair over his silver-colored eyes. His name is Eddy Hansen, he was the one who founded the band years ago. He’s also an expert guitarist of the band as well, though he does play other instruments for his songs. “Gone? Where?” Eddy was talking to someone on the phone, looking frustrated.

Dunsu can hear someone talk to him from the phone call but can’t make out what they are saying to the pig. “On vacation? I told him to…..” The argument itself sounds serious with the fat pig snorting in a bit of rage “Well, how are we supposed to play our song without a drummer?” That was going to be a problem for the band. Having no drummer wouldn’t do well now would it? How am I supposed to find a replac-” He turns around as he catches the eye of an eavesdropper.

Dunsu ducks his head out from the door and quickly enters the men’s restroom. It was a stupid mistake to listen in on his conversation as he now hopes it wouldn’t cost him a chance to meet him face to face. Taking deep breaths, he ignores the entire thing and continues on with why he’s here. The restrooms were just as clean as the club itself, surprisingly. He didn’t want to check the toilets but if they weren’t as dirty as gas station restrooms, he had to question the sanity of this town. There’s no way a clean place like this gets so many bad reviews. “I wish I had a bathroom like this.” It’s like being in a VIP section of the club, and this place doesn’t have one. Finishing up his time in the restroom, he makes his exit as he’s walking down the hall. Though just before he could go back to the bar to finish his drink, someone from one of the room’s grabs his shirt and pulls the human instantly. “Whoa!” He lets out before the door is quickly shut.

Getting a good look of his surroundings in a panic, he can see the fat pig, Eddy Hansen, looming over him. At first, Dunsu assumed he was angry that he was spying on him, which made him whimper a bit. Though the expression didn’t match Dunsu’s worries. “So, you must be the eavesdropper? Just who are you?” He asks, crossing his arms over his expanded gut.

At first, Dunsu trembles his lips before speaking a word but decides it’s better to tell the truth. “My name is Dunsu. I’m a really huge fan of your band. I’m sorry for listening in on your conversation, I was exploring the place.”

The pig laughs. “It’s alright, not the first time one of my fans has been stalking me.” He walks around the place, looking for something. He spots it at the corner of his eye, his guitar that hangs on his stand. He grabs it and tests its strings. “So how long have you been a fan for?”

“About five years.” Dunsu replies. “So….I heard that your drummer was out?” He knows it’s not part of his business but he thought he should know.

“Pft, yeah! Yannis cut out at the last second. Turns out he went on vacation to Hawaii without telling all of us. That’s the fifth drummer that left the band. Must be some curse, heh.” He lightly jokes. Dunus had noticed that a drummer seems to be replaced a couple times, all of them as fat pigs too. “It’ll be hard to find a replacement.” He puts the guitar back on its stand. “So, you came here for my show, eh? I’m glad to say that it’s an honor to meet a fan who is….well a human. It’s been a while since we had a human fan.”

That felt special in Dunsu’s heart. “Awww, thank you!” He appreciates it a lot. “Where’s the rest of your band?” He asks as he realized that no one else was inside the room with Eddy.

“Oh! They are eating at a nearby restaurant. Apparently it’s wings night and most of the places in this town are closed. Can’t even get groceries at eleven.” Eddy jokes around which brings out a hearty chuckle in him.

Dunsu laughs lightly before the two fill the room with silence. “So about your drummer…how are you going to do your show without one?”

That was still the problem Eddy had to deal with. Having no drummer was like having no toppings on a pizza, and he’s a big pizza eater himself, according to Dunsu from a documentary he watched about Brutal Svin. “Hmmm, well. I don’t actually know. It’ll be difficult to manage but-” Then suddenly, he snaps his fingers. “Hey, I got an idea! Do you play the drums?”

That question alone makes the human cough up his words. “W-Wait, me? I….well…I practice.” Dunsu has a set at his place, though he barely uses it as he’s been getting noise complaints constantly. The last thing he would want is an eviction notice. “But are you asking me to….join your band?”

The pig smirks, barely seen by his large snout. “And if I am? I mean, it’s what a fan would want, right?”

It would be Dunsu’s dream to play a song with his favorite band. “S-Sure, I’m in!” He instantly signs up. “What songs are we doing?”

“You’ll know. Just follow the tune. Oh, and since you are now an official member of the band, we need you to get dressed.” Eddy says.

The human looks down at himself, seeing the clothes that cover up his body. “Dressed?” It’s like Eddy thinks he’s in his pajamas.

“Well yeah! And I just got the perfect fit!” He waddles towards his large wardrobe that Dunsu never paid attention to. The pig opens the wide doors before going through the hanged shirts and the folded pants. He grabs a pair as he sets it down onto the couch. On top is a dark leathery jacket with long sleeves like a rockstar would wear with some blue pants and a leather belt. “Here, try this on in the restroom.” He leads Dunsu out of his room and into the men’s restroom. Dunsu looks back at him, stopping in place. “Don’t be shy, just try them on. You’ll love it!” Eddy promises. Dunsu trusts the big pig. Who wouldn’t? He goes into the restroom and locks the door. Though he checks first to make sure that no one was inside the stalls. He quickly goes through each stall, which were all opened widely. Once he sees that nobody else is inside, he quickly gets dressed. As Eddy waits outside the restroom patiently, Dunsu opens the door as he’s in the clothes the pig gave him. Eddy smiles with a small chuckle. “Oh, don’t you look perfect! Let’s head into my room quickly.” He nudges the human back into his dressing room.

Once inside, Eddy shuts the door and closes it. Dunsu feels nervous about the entire thing. It’s better that there won’t be a crowd to watch his performance. Though by the fact he hasn’t played drums since last month, it makes him scared if he would mess up. “Do I really…look good in the band?”

The fat pig shakes his head. “Almost. There’s something missing….” He can’t seem to put his finger on it. Then suddenly, he snaps his fingers. “Ah-ha!” He goes over to his desk drawer, opening it up all the way to grab something out of it. It was a small vital with a cork sealed in tightly. “This should help.” He shows Dunsu the small vital glass.

“What is it?” Dunsu asks concernedly, hoping he didn’t have to drink it.

“Well every member of the band has to drink this, it’ll help connect you to…our roots shall we say.” He pops off the cork which makes a noise before whiffing its aroma. “Mmm, smells pretty good!” He says, handing the vial right to Dunsu.

At first, he wasn’t sure if it was the right thing to do. Drinking something that he has no idea what it is shows red flags. Then again how can he support his favorite band if he doesn’t? “Alright….I’ll drink it.” Without any hesitation, he gulps down the entire thing, leaving Eddy with an empty glass vital. The pig smirks as he leaves out a grin for Dunsu to stare at. “What now?” He asks, waiting patiently for his next step.

“Just wait….” Eddy eases with his smile growing bigger by the second. As they wait, Dunsu feels sick to his stomach instantly. It’s a strange feeling until the human looks down at his torso. With a bit of confusion, he can’t tell if his new clothes are stretching out or not, as if they are enlarging themselves.

His belt feels tight around his waist and as he tries to adjust his belt, he does notice that his belly feels softer. It’s an odd feeling at first, but that’s when he can see it expand it outwards. This worries Dunsu, hoping that it’s just his eyes that are playing tricks on him. “Am I…getting fatter?” It doesn’t stop there unfortunately. While his belt keeps stretching, making it uncomfortable for him, his pants begin to creak. His thighs were getting big too. “What’s happening to me!?” Dunsu panics, looking around his body frantically.

Eddy just stares at him, somewhat enjoying his swelling as it speeds up greatly. The human’s belly goes from a small pudgy to a pot belly in seconds. He’s also forced to spread his legs far apart from how large they’re getting. In a few seconds, his belt creaks and groans before snapping off to leave more room for his belly to grow. “Heh, love it when that happens.” The pig says, helping Dunsu take the belt right off of him before tossing it on the ground.

To make matters worse, Dunsu’s butt inflates and pushes out onto his jeans. Whatever was filling him up, it wasn’t going to stop. “Please, make this stop!” Dunsu begs as expanding wasn’t part of the plan.

“Relax, it’s part of the process. You’ll enjoy it soon after.” Eddy ensures. As his butt is about the size of two watermelons, something seems to be struggling to get out. Dunsu stretches out his arm and reaches from behind to get it out. Instantly, a pig-like tail springs out which makes Dunsu gasp. “I was sure the pig transformation would happen later on, but I see the newest potion worked differently.” As it turns out, that vital Eddy made him drink is the main cause for this disaster, if he hadn’t known beforehand at least.

With his body widening out, the zipped up leather jacket shows gaps since the pressure starts to build up. His belly pushes out further, blocking the view of his legs and the floor. The swelling rises up to his chest, helping him gain soft moobs that are visible underneath his jacket. His arms are quickly weighed down by the sheer swelling of fat building up in them. His hands have a tingly feeling to them once his fingers harden and merge together into three black-stoned fingers, supposedly to be pig-like hands. He has trouble standing in his shoes with his feet doing the same, this time ripping through the fabric as they stick out. “It’s ripping my clothes…squeal!” He unintentionally lets out a pig squeal just before his ears move upwards to the top of his head before stretching out and flopping down to the sides of his face. Dunsu’s face fattens up with double chins and pudgy cheeks. His nose and mouth enlarges to where he has a pig snout. His skin turns a lighter shade of pink to help make him more like a swine.

As he gets fatter, he also gets taller. Eddy goes up to him to help unzip his jacket as he knows it needs help releasing his body. Not surprisingly, his belly spills outwards as it’s the size of Eddy’s like an identical match. He steps back just to get a good view of Dunsu’s transformation. “Looking good there.” He gives him a compliment. Once Dunsu’s growth stops, so does his swelling. His jacket looks more like a small vest and his pants had some tears on the bottom. Now that Dunsu is an overweight hog, Eddy pats him on the shoulder. “Now you’re one of us! How do you feel?”

Dunsu looks down at himself, or at least at his belly. He gives it another poke with his hooves which he’ll need to get used to. “I feel…..strangely well.” He doesn’t feel scared anymore now he’s gotten over the transformation. In fact, he smiles like he wants to be a fat pig.

“Just what I thought.” Eddy says with a heart-filled chuckle. “The others will love you! In fact, why don’t we meet them soon? I’m sure they’ll be excited to meet their new drummer!” Dunsu almost forgot the whole idea of this. He was too focused on his growth.

“I’ll be happy to meet them!” In fact, it’ll be an honor for him to meet the rest of the crew when they get here. For now, he’s got a drum set to try out.
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He can’t imagine how long he had been on that stage. The performance he did was spectacular, even if there was no audience except for the bartender. Dunsu did a wonderful job as a drummer on stage. He played the correct notes perfectly and had help from Eddy about which songs they were going to do. He’ll admit, he’s still confused on why he had to be a fat pig in order to be in the band. Then again, he doesn’t care much about that anymore. Just a while ago, Eddy helped him get into a lifetime warranty deal with the band, giving him a new identity and helping him get a new life together, though he’s not sure why he’ll need a new name. He’ll be known as Shoyu, the new drummer of The Brutal Svin. Although it’s complicated, he’ll be happy with his new life. Dunsu, now Shoyu, takes a drink of water, his tenth glass as his appetite and thirst has increased with his new size. “Ahhhh, that hits the spot.” He smacks his big belly, letting it jiggle.

From the front door, Eddy opens it up as he sees Shoyu. “Hey, the bus is leaving soon! Finish your drink and get on, we got a concert to perform!” He gives the fat pig a heads up as Shoyu chugs the rest of the water the bartender gave him before hopping out of the bent up stool. He waddles his way to the door to meet up with Eddy, smiling at him. “Ready?”

“You sure know it!” He responds with positivity, confidence built up inside of him. The two get in the parked tour bus that sat in front of the bar. The two fat pigs get on before the bus takes off. It’ll be known that this was the end of Dunsu as the birth of Shoyu began and who knows how it will go? All that matters is that the fat pig will pursue his dreams.