"SOO-EY!" shouts a voice.
Duncan stops and stares. He looks at the steering wheel and controls and suddenly finds them alien. His cock is erect and he feels as though he must answer the strange mystical call.
"SOO-EY!" booms the voice again.
His hairy hand reaches for the car door. And as he climbs out of the car, he trips and falls to all fours. Duncan is startled to discover that his arms and legs are now the same length, and his torso is parallel to the ground. He looks between his arms with difficulty and sees his body is more barrel-like than it had been. As he steps out of his shoes, he's startled by the feel of his hind hooves on the asphalt and glances back to see his disgarded shoes and socks and his new piggy feet.
He hears a lilting laugh as the buxom blond looks out of his car window. He starts back to the car, but a third time the voice calls "SOOEY!" and the call is irresistable.
Duncan scoots back toward the motel. The desk clerk is standing next to the door holding his hands to his mouth. The blond in -Duncan's car is re-counting out the cash that the desk clerk paid her for Duncan. She separates her portion and sticks it in her bosom, she'll give the balance to her daughter Esmerelda.
Duncan squeals as the desk clerk ties the rope around his neck. The musky smell is too much for Duncan who now is oozing precum into his trousers. He doesn't care about any inhibitions or moraes, he's entranced by his new owner. He belongs to the desk clerk body and soul. He should've married Esmerelda, or if his mind still had room for in his memory, that's what he would've thought. As it was his existence was obsessed with the wonderful man now leading him back to room 3...