Kyle Bidne (a.k.a. Marco) was the sort of entitled, self-important Millennial douchebag that everyone knew, and that gave his generation a bad name. The kind of guy who quoted himself on Facebook, and proclaimed how caring he was and how he would save the world - when really the only thing he cared about was his own ego and feelings. The kind of guy who referred to the woman who gave birth to him as “the cleaning lady” or "the help", and used people then threw them away when he was done with them like used condoms. People just wished he would go away.
So when Kyle was sentenced to become an anthropomorphic sow, the whole school sighed in collective relief – finally Kyle would come to know his true inner form, and everyone else could get on with their lives while Kyle got on to the “importance” of pushing out piglets and sucking the old farmer’s cock.
His life reviewed, everyone in the room (even his own parents) shook their heads at how deluded he was, how full of himself; his mother shuddered to hear how he spoke about her behind his back, saddened by his utter lack of gratitude for anything.
Sentencing was passed, and he was stripped of his magical “Kyle” persona. He could a coldness sweep over his body, the unearned muscles fading, his hair shortening and darkening. His pecs shriveled along with all his other muscles, the sparkle in his eyes fading, leaving an unremarkable young man in their place, even in his self-grandeur (so common among his generation). No one would have given the real him a second look, and his false interest in helping humanity belied an ego that needed constant stroking.
Unremarkable in every way, even selfishness.
Then the warm tingling started. Marco felt his body expanding like a balloon. He watched right before his very eyes, as his clothes ripped, and fat burst out like water breaking through a dam. Soon he was squealing about how he was the real victim here, but people only laughed as he tried to hold back handfuls of teats and the wooden chair broke beneath him as his ass expanded to bigger than a beanbag seat. Snout, curly tail, unremarkable cock and balls shriveling to become a wet pussy, trotters... soon he possessed all the hallmarks of an obese anthro sow.
Even as the real victim, Adam, watched the proceedings, something switched in Adam’s mind. He finally saw the magic student for the silly and unremarkable boy that he was, and Marco’s spell finally broke. Adam felt himself come to his own senses, weight evaporating as he regained his right mind, and his correct body. Finally he was free from Marco’s spell. He watched in satisfaction as the asshole who had stolen two years of his life got his just deserts.
The obese pink squealing so w who sat drooling in the middle of the room and now dreaming of sucking men’s cocks and birthing piglets got her wish – with a magic flourish she disappeared from the sentencing, and the next thing she knew she was sitting in a muddy pen, sucking a farmer boy’s cock as 18 piglets sucked on her 18 teats.
It was finally over, Bidne the asshole was gone; Bidne the sow would live a long productive life feeding mankind with the sausages of her offspring for decades.
Adam’s girlfriend found Adam after the formalities, hugging him tight. That night, the two celebrated in style, making up for two years of lost time with celebrations and starting projects together that Kyle Bidne never could, the kind that weren’t hollow mirages to fulfill petty egos, but that would make a difference in helping the needy and bringing hope to the depressed and downtrodden.
Life was good now.