You watched the pig walk away, completely unaware of the power it now had, leaving you still-steaming, new shape behind.
What had happened was slowly starting to sink in, filling you with a feeling of panic. Was there any way out?
But what could you possibly do like this? You couldn't move or use magick. And your appearance wouldn't draw anyone's attention either,
now that you were just another pile of pig shit lying around in the mud. There was hope of being rescued before, but now you would have to rely on yourself, due to the fact that it would be hard to distinguish you from any of the other waste, even if they knew what happened.
Nothing you could think of would help in your situation, so you decided to see if getting processed into waste had changed anything about your initial situation, which is when you noticed that your soul hadn't been digested, it had mixed into the pig's shit,
turning it into your new body. That was an important distinction, because having a body meant that you would be able to use magick,
so long as you can get back enough mana. You immediately started drawing in ambient mana, quickly becoming frustrated by the slow speed, caused by your less-than-ideal body, before being pleasantly surprised when you noticed the speed gradually increase.
What you didn't notice was that the increase in speed was because your soul was anchoring itself in its new body,
the same way it had been in your original body before you accidentally expelled it.
The more mana you took in, the more your soul integrated and adjusted, in turn increasing the speed at which you gathered mana.