John's squeal of horror got the attention of one of her herd-mates, and he snorted and started to lumber her way. It was the huge boar from John's dream, but even as the male approached John realized there had never been a dream. Her cunt, though still slick and hot, was also somewhat tender from the boar's earlier attentions. And there was something inside her, a mass in her gut, the boar's seed working to find eggs.
No! John did not want to get pregnant! She lumbered away, struggling through the mud, but found herself slowing and twisting to look back at the massive male. He was closer, his scent appealing to her need. No! Startled, John shook herself and slogged further away, then stopped again. Why was she running from the male? She wanted him, needed him. John struggled against the powerful mating drive, and this time the board caught up with her before she could make herself move.
He grunted and nudged her swollen cunt with his snout, sending a quiver of pleasure through her body. And the he was on her again. She squealed as he drove into her and started to thrust, her own sexual drives taking over. John did not fight, instead he was amazed as the boar continued, feeling the spurts of cum inside her. She orgasmed again and again and still the boar continued to deposit his seed inside her. All objections faded, and John fell into dazed bliss for the next twenty minutes, until the huge male finally shuddered in final ejaculation and slid off.
It took a long time for John's mind to clear. She had no doubt that she was impregnated now, but this time the thought did not bother her. Instead, she felt growing curiosity of what it would be like to have piglets, to nurse them, and then start the cycle again. She was a sow. John remembered being human, but all that now seemed unimportant. The second mating had flipped a switch in her mind, so that she was no longer a human who had been transformed into a pig, but a pig that used to be human.