The resounding grunt Aaron had felt throughout his body had freaked him out, and he was determined not to live under his father's whip--literally--anymore. Backing away from the trough so he was clear of the rest of the pigs, he defiantly stood up and took a step forward.
Then stopped. That bit of mud over there did look awfully inviting.
No. This was stupid. He'd go inside, clean up, get dressed, and do what he wanted. Another step.
But the house was so *far.* And that mud was *right there.*
What was he even *thinking?* Disgusting. Inside, now.
But before he could even take one more step, he yawned, a massive breath going in like a snort and wheezing out in a grunt. Absently, he rubbed his belly that was stuffed pleasantly with slop. Just a short nap wouldn't hurt. And he'd *walk* to it, upright, thank you very much.
He did, too, for about three steps, then, exhausted, fell to his hands and knees again and crawled over to the mud patch he'd been eyeing. Rolling around in it once or twice to coat himself fairly thoroughly with the thick, luxurious mud, he snorted again and curled in on himself, falling asleep almost instantly.
He awoke because something was prodding his back. Grunting in annoyance, he rolled over, only to be prodded again. Sighing, he sat up and wiped the sleep out of his eyes, leaving streaks of mud down his face. A rather large pig was looking at him--Adam was in his favorite spot, it seemed.
"Fine, fine, I'll go," he said, stretching out his limbs and patting his massive belly.
Wait. His what now? Andy inspected himself as he sat splayed in the mud. Indeed, while he'd slept his midsection had expanded quite a bit, leaving him with a fat round tube of an abdomen. He was appalled at himself for all of ten seconds, and then he patted himself again and laughed. "Good slop, I guess," he snorted, then crawled out of the way of the bigger pig.