No!
You snapped out of your daze. You weren’t a mud crusted pig. You were a milk filled cow! No you weren’t that either. You were... Something. It wasn’t this thought. But it was this. You had to get out of here.
You make your way over to the fence. You try to lift your self up and over, but you were too heavy and snapped the wooden bar in two. You stand up and run away from the mud pit as fast as your legs could carry you. Your fat belly flopped this way and that throwing you off balance.
You made it a few yards before the ground went down before you. You tumbled forward unable to stop your round body from rolling down the hill. You made it to another fence crashing through it blacking out.
...
BAAAAAAA
When you open your eyes you are face to face with an upside down sheep. No wait. The ground was also the ceiling. You were the one upside down.
You don’t know how long you were out for. But it was clearly long enough for the mud to dry and you to start your third change today.
The tingling starts in your face this time, your snout extends to reform a muzzle, but this one was much narrower than the cow one. Your hooves become even smaller.
Your pink fat begins to melt away, not totally leaving you, but you were definitely more slim than your time as a pig. Your ears stay pink, but get longer and not as wide. You start to feel itchy as white wool starts growing from your skinnier pink flesh. It fills in the space left behind by your pig form, once again making your overalls skin tight, just having a thick layer of wool instead of direct skin. You’re clover mark on your left eye was now black wool. Your thin spiral tail grows longer and flat, being covered also in white wool, finalizing the changes. Your overalls were practically bursting at the seams with soft white wool.
You stand up and brush the crusty dry mud off your blue overalls. You were the most annoyed by this change than any other. Do you have any idea how hot it was today? And you were wearing a wool sweater under your overalls you can’t remove. Honestly at least when you became a pig earlier the mud was cool. Now you were sweating with no way to get cool excep— your flat ears perk up at a familiar sound of an electronic razor.
You turned and saw a dark skinned woman no older than you in nothing but blue overalls and a cowboy hat shearing a sheep. You gulped and took a step back from the farm hand that didn’t seam to notice you, or the hole in the fence yet. You knew if you got sheared then... what would happen?
Your wool would be taken off and you wouldn’t be as hot.