You don't know what it was but pigs for some reason had always fascinated you. They always seemed to be such ugly animals but something about there simple worrier free nature just seemed so appealing,as you made your way over to the pig pen to get a closer look. You always wondered how unusual pigs are to farm life their only worth seemed to just be fucking each other, come to think of it almost all the major farm animals you could think of could produce some resource besides theirs meats and hides , cows and goats can produce milk, chickens can make eggs, even horses and donkeys can be useful work animals. But pigs however all they do is eat and fuck and just make more pigs until they die which was then you realized what was odd about this picture. You see a lonesome bore in the field that looks ready to mount the first thing it sees but its all alone. So were the sows it doesn't seem like Dave is a very good farmer if he cant figure out that he needs a sow to make more pigs it seems like you have your work cut out for you in this new job that was until.
A sudden gust of wind blew your hat right off your head and landed right in the middle of the field. Dame you yelled that was your last hat and that pig is probable going to eat it if you don't pick it up quick. You make your way over the fence as thick mud squelches beneath your boots as you land on the other side. You make your way over to your hat hopping that another gust of wind dose not blow it away farther but cant help to be overcome by a strange feeling. You felt a strange sinking feeling in your gut as if you weren't supposed to be there that became more intense the longer you stayed in the pen when you noticed that the big pig was starring right at you. You didn't like it and just wanted to grab your hat as quickly as possible and get back to work but the further in the field you got the harder it seemed to move. The mud it seemed just got thicker and heaver as you moved and you were by no means a wimpy guy but by this point it felt almost like quick sand. You were so close the hat was just 10ft away when your boots just became completely stuck in the mud " what the hell's wrong with this mud" you yelled anger you pulled as hard as you could but those boots were not going anywhere. You then noticed that the pig now was positioned just a little bit behind you glaring you with a stare as if it had just saw its first sow in months " get out of here you dumb" pig" you yell but the pig maintained its motionless glare.
The strange felling in your stomach had intensified into full cramps as you clutched your stomach feeling more bloated by the moment. This whole situation was going to shit so you deiced instead to just pull your feet out of your boots and see if you have more success moving and just getting out of this situation. You didn't like the idea of putting your bare feet in this mud but what choice did you have but when you did you defiantly knew that this was no ordinary mud. To your disappointment your feet were now as stuck in the mud as your boots were they were not even sinking into the mud very deeply but some magical sensation was holding you in place like a magnet that was until a nasty shove from behind you sent you falling forward. You just managed to hold your hands in front of you catching your self before you could face plant but now found your hands stuck in the mud too. That dam pig it pushed you and now your stuck on all fours squirming helplessly to free yourself. However the worst was now to come when the transformation really started to get going.