A bristly body, muscular, well endowed, the essence of wanting to being male, and to hear Circe, what she said!
Past concerns seem to be not a bother, as vivid memories of a lusty Sow seemed to give more of a thrill. Dire lusts rule the mind, as sleep and wallowing in mud seems ever so right.
"Oink, oink, grunt, oink," as words run through the mind but what issued out the mouth came as sounds of a male pig.
"Swine deary, remember, you became a Boar, a herd sire, and as that you shall remain!" Circe so reminding her new beast.
Vague thoughts arise, memories of hearing Dr. Charles Stanley telling of how the devil works to devour the minds of mankind. Those sermons, the words were true, but from a testing of the sense of right, came the foul choice to wish for becoming a crude beast.