You look at the cushioned seat and determine to get back up there. As you begin to move, you can feel the familiar burning that accompanies transformation. This time, it's coming from all your breasts at once.
You hang your head and look at them, cascading off your body like tear drops with big red endcaps. They're growing again, you realize, and you begin to move. Crawling had always been awkward, but now that your hips are rotated and your body is carrying ten heavy tits, you groan with the effort.
You can feel your legs shift in size and shape, and you fear looking and seeing pig hooves instead of feet. The cushion isn't that far away, you just have to get to it and off this rough carpet. Your feet stop becoming the biggest concern after a moment.
Now your breasts have grown again, just long enough that the bare tips of the nipples scrape along the carpet. You shudder as your body and mind fill with pleasure. You squeal. Squeal? No. You have to move, so you step forward. As you do, those nipples drag on the carpet, sending shocks of ecstasy through your body. The breasts are so heavy. Your arms can hardly carry them. You feel exhausted, like you can't continue. You look at your arms and see hair covering them. The same hair is on your hanging teats. Something else is different. You see your body, once the dull color with no human aura, suddenly seem alive again in the strange lighting. You gasp. You're more whole as a pig? You don't want to accept that!
The woman puts her arms around your hairy body. Her fingers caress your flank and down to your dragging nipples. She squeezes them and fondles them. You lie down on the floor, unable to move, opening yourself up to her manipulations. "Little piggy," she says, "you'll be happy." She pulls our her phone and shows you the fat boar again. "How do you feel now?"