John stretched his legs and grunted sleepily in the warm mud, coming partially awake. What a strange dream. To turn into a pig, and a female at that! His brow wrinkled into a frown as sensations started making themselves known. He felt heavy, thick, massive in a way that was unfamiliar. Sure, he was probably covered in thick mud, but as he shifted, he was having trouble just getting off his side. Why couldn't he push off with his arms? Or move his fingers? He struggled to get his mind clear - even that felt thick, every thought having to fight through.
There were pigs around him. He could hear them, and even felt one brush against his back with enough force to make his whole body rock. That helped him wake up more, and he squealed in protest. Squealed? Efforts to sit up were abandoned as panic suddenly set in and he rolled onto his belly. Arms and legs found purchase in the thick muck and he shook himself to get rid of the clumps of mud and filth stuck to his... hide. His coarse, bristled hide. And he could not see his body because his head was stuck facing forward. But he did see a snout. A pig's snout.
Even with all of the clues, realization was slow dawning, probably because his human intelligence was trying to work within the structure of a pig's brain. The dream returned to his memory, and John was able to match the strange sensations of his body to what had happened in what was now a nightmare. He hd four legs, hooves, a tail, a massive body, and... a cunt!
John screamed as the answer finally pushed through - he was a sow! The squeal of horror and fear echoed through the wallow, and her fellow pigs paused as vague memories of their own transformations surfaced briefly.