You sniff deeply as the farm hand pours the fresh steaming premium leftovers into the troff. The farm hand doesn’t notice you as he empties his buckets into the wooden box. The pigs rubbed against one another, pushing and shoving to get their fill of lunch. You groan as you watch, imagining the taist licking your pink lips. The farm hand leaves never once acknowledging the fat pig woman in the middle of the drove of swine.
You hear your stomach growling, eager to be filled with the left overs. You unbutton the straps and let your overalls fall off your body into the mud.
The wind on your pink rolls felt orgasmic. You run your hooves over your breasts, taking in the stimulant. You run your hoove hands all over your sexy curves and sigh in satisfaction. Without much ceremony you stroll over to the troff, shoving fellow class mates aside with your wide hips. You stick a hoof like hand into the troff pulling out a brown probably rotted carrot and take a bite. The mold and filth is the best seasoning you’ve ever taisted. You stick both hands in and pull out more food scraps, devouring it and sitting on top of one of your fully pig class mates, your fat rolls surprisingly not breaking his back. An apple core falls between your breasts but you keep eating what’s in your hooves regardless. Their was plenty more were that came from. Eventually you tire of picking out the good bits when it all looked and taisted so delicious and burry your snout under the surface not even caring what you ait as long as it taisted good. Your platinum blond hair gets covered in mud with food scraps tangled in it. The other pigs leave you as your stood on all fours, bumping them aside with your hips, devouring what ever you could fit in your mouth.
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You let out a loud burp then sigh in satisfaction, leaned back on a sleeping pig and resting your arms on the backs of two other pigs, legs wide open like a mock throne of filth.
You pat your stomach. You didn’t think you could eat anymore. Regardless you were happy to stay a pig for the rest of your life.
Good food, no responsibility, no showers, no pants. What could make this even better?