With wide eyes, you touch the massive breasts that hang off your chest and down your front. They are taut, but still big. You try to guess their cup size. Would you need a double-D bra to get these things under control. Another thought interrupts your musings: pigs don't wear bras. You aren't becoming a busty woman, after all, you're becoming a great big sow.
You shudder, feeling cold again. You put both hands on the right breast and heave it up, then let it drop. It feels good. You enjoy touching the breasts, but you also feel the breasts being touched and you enjoy that, too. You heave the left breast, too. You spread them apart and look at the multiple rows of nipples running down your belly. Will they all become as big as these? you wonder.
The changes seem to have stopped for the moment, so you stand up from the cushion. You wobble a bit before you get your balance. Your breasts are much heavier than you assumed they would be, and it throws your posture off balance. You take a few steps to one side, then back to the cushion where you sat.
"Ah yes," laughs the woman, "take a few last steps on two legs. Your breasts will be much easier to carry when you're walking on four legs like the pig you are."
You shake them to the side, watching the masses of flesh as they move around your body. You've held them before, but you've never had them, and even though you have lost your male parts, you still find breasts absolutely fascinating. You enjoy your time swinging them, poking them, and rubbing them together. But before you take them for a real test drive, you decide to sit down.
"The last man whose aura I stole became a dog. I don't know if they retain their memories of being a human, but his behavior made him seem fully like a puppy. I sold him to a friend." The woman laughed at the memory. "I really think his human aura put my ass over the edge. You only noticed me because of what he gave me."
You look up at her resentfully. You hear in your mind her words, that your humanity was only worth a few cubic inches of her ass. You feel anger, but you push it away because you really wanted to rub your nipples and see how good it feels.