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WARNING THE FULL STORY WILL CONTAIN: April O'Neill (80s TMNT) Pig Girl TF and Slobification (Weight Gain, Burping, and Farting) 

  The hard hitting, investigative reporter April O’Neill was known for many things, but casually strolling through the sewers wasn’t one of them. While the fragrant odors and dim lighting of the tunnels were more than enough to push people away, they had become landmarks to help guide her way through the yellow-brick lined corridors. This trek was made regularly to meet up with the four turtles who had saved the city and herself from certain doom countless times.

   April made an abrupt stop to avoid a load of sewage pouring out from a nearby pipe. Even knowing it was coming, it was only by a few inches did she avoid getting the muck splattered across her yellow jumpsuit and white boots. Pulling out a hand mirror from her pocket, she took a moment to fix up the locks of auburn hair that reached just below her chin. After ensuring she was more than ready for her interview with the turtles, she stowed away the compact mirror and shuffled along with one of her eyes trained on the pipes in-case of another deluge of sewage. Her wary stride stopped hallway as her fingers grazed against something that shouldn’t have been there.

   Turning on her heels, she saw her hand was placed around a doorknob jutting out of the wall. Taking a step back let her see that the knob was connected to a grey, stone door that looked like nothing else in the sewers. Looking over the strange ruins etched into the rock, she eventually met the unyielding gaze of the black and white eye at the top of the door. As she reached out to press her hand against the eye, a single touch flung open the door and sent April tumbling into a dark chamber.

   Clambering to her feet off of the paved floor, she turned back just in time to see the door close up behind her. Running towards the door, she pulled with all of her might to try and escape. With her only exit was sealed shut, her attention became drawn to a soft, blue glow emanating from behind her.

   Looking towards the light, she saw a series of blue torches lining a stone shrine covered in more mysterious runes. An altar in the center housed a stone carving of a pig head with the same black and white eye from before upon its scalp. April’s attempt to approach the shrine was halted as she realized that for all of its extravagance, the structure was surrounded by a mire of slick mud. Sunk into the muck were several troughs, making the reporter ponder if this place was made as some kind of worshiping area for hogs.

   Driven by her need to learn more about the mysterious chamber, April carefully traversed the skinny stone pathway that kept her from sinking into the mud. Stepping onto the shrine, her first instinct was to approach the stone pig head. Bending down to stare into the idol’s lone eye, she hoped to find something to explain its origin and purpose. That made it all the more startling when she heard a voice.

   “Another devoted has come to this place. Have you come to seek enlightenment?”

   April looked around the chamber but saw no source of the sound. “Er, yes. My name is April O’Neill from Channel 6 News. Who are you and what is this place for?”

   “Who I am in unfathomable to a mortal such as yourself,” the voice spoke, the sound vibrating inside of April’s head. “As for the purpose of the shrine, you will soon understand.”

   Before April could inquire further, a series of tremors went throughout the room. Barely able to remain on her two feet, another pulse of energy turned her attention back towards the pig’s head. Walking towards the idol, she paused at the sight of the pig’s eye blinking rapidly. Daring to take another step closer gifted her with a blast of black tinted energy directed straight at her chest to send to push her off the shrine and into the surrounding muck.

   Pulling herself out of the mud, April spat out a mouthful of grit and stood up. Looking over her body, she didn’t see any injuries or traces of where the beam had hit her. Turning back towards the idol, she saw it motionless to coincide with the room returning to its eerily still state. Determined to get some back up or at least a camera to document the strange chamber, she turned back to the door to try and search for the way out.

   April was stopped by a low rumbling noise echoing through her ears. Once again, she tried searching the area for the source, only for another growl to direct her towards her stomach. Pressing her hand against her flat mid-section let her feel the ravenous hunger pangs that that had seemingly appeared out of nowhere. While she would have liked to rid herself of her sudden appetite, she doubted there was anything edible around.

   Perhaps listening to her thoughts, the room began to rumble again. Bracing herself for another beam from the idol, April saw something move out of the corner of her eye. Shuffling through the ankle high mud, she followed the sound of sloshing liquid towards one of the troughs. Leaning over the stone bin, she gazed upon the layer of greasy residue covering the smorgasbord of random food bits before her.

   Raising up her head, she found no trace of a pipe or any other method of filling the trough. A moment was spent considering the notion that the slop had appeared out of thin air. Shaking off the ridiculous idea, she got ready to resume her search for an exit only to be reminded of her hunger by a stomach growl.