A long line of oinks, twho high pitched squeals, as Ryan stood ogling his friends. Cloven trotters wiggled nervously as Ryan stood there naked but covered in a thick coat of bristles.
His mind still thinking as would a human, but with every move of his four leg came the rustling sensation of those acursed bristles.
A wiggling piggy tail graced a round rump and one wrinkled, proturding anus. His testicles jutted out from the rear of his groin, pressing wide his thighs and buttocks.
One busy nose noted friends not by names but as differing scents belonging to some tall animals.
Down deep he knew they had names but presently his mind worked on instincts and more bestial thought patterns.
Crying for help sounded like would any true pig. His calls for help fell on ears that knew nothing of Pig languages. As he was having trouble making any sense of what the tall animals were trying to communicate.