Chad snorted, and dropped the string. His fists and feet balled up in agony as the bones and sinews reconfigured, and horny nail encased his four new hooves.
"Oink!"
"Sooey, Chad! Sooey, Pigboy! C'mon, go up the ramp and get in the back of the truck, like a good piggy!" shouted Zeb standing next to his red pickup.
Chad stumbled forward on his new hooves. His neck seemed to have vanished. He let out a squeal.
"SOOEY!" shouted Zeb, "Bad pig!"
Zeb ran after Chad. Someone in the bleachers started applauding.
"Yee haw, Chad! That's it pig boy! Make Zeb work for it!" shouted Rick from the bleachers.
"You could help, Rick!" shouted Zeb as he chased the pig as it weaved its way across the field house leaving a cloud of dust in its wake.
"Oh, I already did my part. You should be glad I locked the doors, I bet piggy Chad could figure a way to open the doors!" shouted Rick, "Besides, if you plan to catch him after he's greased up, you should be able to catch him ungreased."
Zeb growled. The whole point of turning Chad into a pig was to win the greased pig competition, and the best way to do that would be to give the pig an incentive to be caught by Zeb and no one else. Chad had shown his moves at avoiding tackles on the football field, and he was smart enough to know he had to let Zeb catch him if ever wanted to be human again. Of course, no one had explained that to Chad yet. Zeb jumped. He shouted, "OOOF!" A cloud of dust rose. He missed Chad.
"Yo! Chad, you ever wanna be more than a pig, you better stop and move your tail over here, right now!" growled Zeb angrily.
Chad froze, and cautiously took a step toward Zeb.
Zeb stood up and brushed the dust off, he sighed, and said, "Chad, I will turn you back into a human, if you do what I need you to do first."
Slowly Chad moved toward Zeb. He was all hog now. He didn't know how or why, but he knew he was fat, hooved, and had curly penis now. He could feel his tail move against his ass cheeks, but it didn't feel curly, maybe it was?
"Oink?" snorted Chad as he approached Zeb.