A rather large male pig is led into the pen.
Damon looks around and realizes he is the only one in the pen.
Oh no he's not going to fuck me. Damon says to himself and starts backing away.
As the boar gets a little more randy and starts chasing Damon he realizes how fast he can run but with such a small pen and all this added weight he begins to tire out and backs himself into the corner to keep the boar from his back end.
Well if that new one wont breed then might as well make some good sausages.
Damon looked up at the farmer and realized that he was talking about him.
Reluctantly Damon turned around an let the Boar have at him.
He found that he was bred several times over the next few days and soon was growing several piglets in his belly.
This didn't do well for his body either. He was eating like a pig from the trough and getting fatter and fatter. His nipples were growing large with milk and he was finding it harder and harder to get around.
Soon the time came for him to have his litter.
He was hoping that having one litter he would have been changed back. But there were to be several more litters in Damon's life before he was changed once again.