The next few days were routine at this point. Nothing new, and you never thought when this specific part of your pig experience began that you’d find yourself bored, but here you were. Your life was nothing but eating, sleeping, and mating, and to your great surprise, it had gotten dull. You needed to be more than an animal, that was for certain.
So it was with no small sense of relief that when you woke up this morning, you found a human instead of your pig hoof. Your human hand.
“Ungh,” you grunt as you pushed yourself up to shaky feet, looking around the sty you’d been living in these past several days.
“Ummmmm need a shower,” you muttered, finding it difficult to speak, almost like you have to remind yourself how to do it. You glance down, only to see a hefty gut blocking your view.
You couldn’t help but be pleased to see that you were still fat, very fat at that. At least 300 pounds by your guess, if not heavier. You may have been glad to no longer be a total pig, but you still needed piggishness in your life. You’ve had a taste, a deep taste, and you couldn’t let it go.
“Well hello, Jay. It’s about time you woke up,” you hear a familiar female voice say from outside your sty’s fence, and you turn to see her. You’d recognize her anywhere, even if she wasn’t fat and filthy like you were.
“Viola,” you say with a smile, admiring her ample form with an appreciative nod. “I didn’t know you were one of the pigs too.”
“I was. We mated several times this week, you and I,” that lovely Swedish accent melted you a bit.
“Hope I was good,” you say, leaning against the fence with some swagger. The wood creaked under your weight.
“Indeed. So what led you here?” she asked, that sweet smile putting dimples in her plump cheeks.
“Ex-girlfriend brought some friends and Puff over to my house and we went nuts. You?”
“Kurt,” she answered. “Same deal. Said he got some from your neighbors, and we indulged perhaps more than was expected.”
“Kurt was here too? Man, was our whole study group pigs this week?”
“Just the three of us. You are the second to change back,” Viola said, tousling her fingers through her thick blonde hair.
“Wow. I may have to see Kurt before I go home,” you nod your head slowly. “My god, your fat tits are awesome.”
“Ha!” Viola laughed suddenly. “I suppose even though we look human again, we are still pigs, no?”
“I’m fine with that,” you say.
“Indeed, I suppose I must admit I am too. What little I can see of your penis beneath your tummy is a nice sight to see for me, too,” you frankly adored her way of phrasing things. English wasn’t her first language, and even though she spoke it well, she didn’t speak it like it was natural to her. You hoped she never did. “Though we are both very dirty and we should clean up. They have many clothes for the fat people like us to choose from, too.”
“I guess,” you shrug your shoulders. “Do we have to split into boys and girls rooms?”
“I see no reason why not,” Viola smiled. “But no mating. I think I would never enjoy sex again as human.”
“Huh...” you think on that, and you think she just might be right. The intensity of it, the sheer power... you may never want to have sex again if you couldn’t do it as a pig, or at least as a pig-person. “Okay. But at the very least we lather each other up.”
“I can agree to that,” Viola smiles that smile again, and you unlatch the gate and leave the sty with her, following her to the communal shower area.
It felt great to get clean again, another aspect of humanity you hadn’t fully realized you missed until you had it back. Plus, you found yourself enjoying the first one-on-one time with Viola, knowing that she was Viola and not just some random pig. You spoke, you laughed, you helped each other wash (you couldn’t help but get a little handset with her considerable rear, and she didn’t chastise you too much for it). It was wonderful to speak again, to have a conversation, and quite frankly to hear that gorgeous Swedish accent. Why you had never hit it off with Viola before was now a mystery to you.
“Well, Jay, I think we should head to our homes,” she said after you were all clean and dressed again, in sweatpants and t-shirts (though Viola seemed to have pick a very low-cut shirt on purpose). “Perhaps next time we pig, we call each other up? I think I would like to share the full experience with you.”
“Totally, yes, please,” you blurted out, realizing you may have just sounded desperate.
Viola giggled. “You are funny, Jay. I look forward to the next time.”
“Uh, yeah, me too,” you smile a goofy, lopsided smile as you both part ways, making your ways down separate paths to home.