The weirdness I felt had coalesced in my belly and felt like a rock tumbling on max. People watched as I struggled to even keep myself on two feet. Like a bubble of air trapped in my throat, I tried to keep it down but it took breath from my lungs and forced itself out of my lips like a trumpet.
"SQUEEEEEEE!" bursts from me in an uncontrolled outburst that has most people laughing. That my bowels gurgled and my pink and puckered asshole was dusting the air with a sty's stink was only the cherry on top.
"Seems Jerry here is nothing but a pig!" cheers the Madame to a growing roar of applause. Her foot at my back, she kicks me forward and off balance. As I fell to my hand and knees, grunting and letting out a series of pained squeals, I had no idea it was the last time I would ever be on two feet.
This wasn't right. "Please, " I said, looking up at her with growing tears in my eyes, "this isn't right. I-I'm not a pig! I can't be!" As I spoke the words, I heard the buttons of my shirt pinging off the floor under me as my chest and stomach swell with bulk. I tried to turn myself to talk to her but it only made me realize how tight my jeans were.
I looked up at her, my gums hurting and nostrils flaring. "I take it back, I'm sorry," I plead, seams starting to pop in the rear of my jeans that now faced the crowds.
She just smirked down at me.
"Watch out folks. Pigs aren't known to be," and I felt my bowels rumble as she spoke, "the cleanest of creatures."