As my nose took on more of a snout's appearance in front of my very eyes, I could feel my piggy asshole preparing to do something. Most of my mind was against it but something was telling me... it was the natural thing to do, being an animal.
Oh no.
"Oh jeez, he's shitting himself," coughed one nearby person who caught the first whiff of what my pig backside had turned my day's foods into. My boxers and pants filled with pigshit and I could only lower my head and try to step forward from it. People booed and spat and threw trash at me. I volunteered for this?
Maybe it was the swell and spreading of my ass, my hips cracking into new positions, or just couldn't stop relieving myself, my pants ripped and a ghastly sight was revealed to gasps and nervous laughter. I was panting, teeth falling out of my mouth while my jaw hurt and hair was falling out in larger clumps.
"Oh my," the Madame says before stiffing some laughter.
I try and look back but just then my ankles and feet cramp hard.
"Those are just your rear trotters, Jerry, but the least of your worries, I think. Mirror," Madame orders a stagehand who quickly retrieves a larger mirror from the back.
My shoes popped one after the other and my every footstep behind was a hard bang on the wooden stage. I couldn't feel my toes.
"Look back, Jerry. See what I piggy you are," Madame offered as I looked back at the mirror that reflected my new backside.