You’re at best half-hearing your teacher as she explains the workings of the device - something about extracting only the parts of the weed that did the work, disposing the non-essentials, blah blah blah, you really didn’t care how it worked. You just wanted to have the pig back. You hadn’t quite felt whole without it.
You found your mind drifting, back to how it felt, how good it felt. How things smelled, how food tasted, how intense sex was. My God, how intense sex was.
On that thought, you found yourself doing two things - one, slipping your hand down the front of your pants, caressing yourself and building your excitement. Two, casting a lingering gaze on Viola as she fiddled with the bottom of her shirt. If you still found human women attractive, you were sure she’d be stunningly beautiful. But as it was now, you found her... lacking, as surely she found you. Without that curly tail perkily bouncing above two perfectly fat buttocks, without that prominent, alluring snout, the thickened fingers halfway between human hand and pig trotter - she just wasn’t... enough. Still, you couldn’t help but be pleased as Viola, clearly as enamored with the impending change as you, removed her shirt entirely, tossed it aside, and began massaging her breasts and her belly.
“Well,” the teacher speaks up sharply, momentarily snapping you out of your trance. “Since you’re all more interested in playing with yourselves than understanding how this works, I’ll just get this started. Your more... advanced classmates are watching on these security cameras and ready to take notes. Make sure you give them a good show.”
The teacher smirked, grabbed a remote control, and headed for the door.
“Nice tits... for a human,” she said to Viola, and then stepped out, closing the door behind her.
“So, uh,” you say to her, a smirk spreading across your face. “I gotta say I agree.”
“Jay, just shut up and get naked,” Viola grunted as she removed her sweatpants, revealing she had gone commando. “I want you to be ready to squeal.”
You eagerly acquiesced, at struggling for a moment to remove your shirt when you heard a click and a hiss - the machine was working. Should have started with the pants. The class let out a collective gasp as your tails emerged, sharply and pleasurably. This wasn’t going faster than when you smoked it, but the sensation was far more intense.
The moment you got your pants off and tossed aside, you felt a firm grip on your wrist that tugs you over. Viola. She holds you close, snout to beautiful snout. You look directly into her eyes, watching her ears enlarge and migrate upwards in your peripheral. God, she smells fantastic.
“You were slower than I would like,” she spoke softly. You feel her heart pounding against yours, and you feel the lower pairs of breasts beginning to grow in as they press up against your expanding belly.
“Yeah, my uh... my pants, I should have...” you stammer, unsure of why you feel nervous. You’ve mated plenty of sows since this started, but something about Viola was different.
“Stop talking,” she spoke firmly now, and pushed forward, pressing you against the wall and causing you to grunt in surprise. But you liked it. She was strong. She was forceful. She’d bear good piglets.
You licked the side of her face, and with a rapidly changing hand, grabbed a hold of her large, supple buttocks before you adjusted your hips enough to push yourself inside her.
Your teacher wanted a good show? You’d give a good show.