Days passed with Derrick content to wallow, eat, breed, sleep. But after a few more days, his human identity started to get bored. There was a choice to be made here - he could relax and let the hog take complete control - he would be fulfilled and content. Or he could fight for his humanity. Was this how he really wanted to spend his entire vacation? With every imaginable opportunity to be powerful, spectacular, to experience new forms and new ways of life, did he really want to spend another week as a pig?
In the end, it wasn't the idea of being a hog the entire time that decided him, it was the idea of trying to explain to his friends how he had wasted the chance to be a minotaur, or a satyr. And he sure did not want to tell them his first sexual experience had been with a pig. At least Derrick was ignorant of the fact the sow he had mounted was his own father!
With the choice made, the question was how? He moved away from the other pigs as far as he could, shook off the clinging mud, and concentrated on being human again. He was lucky, for Circe had left the caveat in her magic that allowed anyone to break the spell after a few days - they just had to want it. It was a sad testament to her victims that Derrick was the first in a very long time who had chosen to resist the allure of pigdom.
The changes started with a reduction in weight, then a lengthening of limbs. Hide softened into skin, and cloven hooves split into fingers and toes. Derrick pushed up and stood unsteadily as he regained balance, and found that he could pull himself up and over the side onto0 clean grass. He grunted with the effort, but then was relieved to find his voice returning to normal. Feeling his face and back, and looking down, he got good news and bad news. As far as he could tell, he had been almost fully restored to his human self. Almost - for hanging between his legs were the huge and heavy testicles of a boar.