A tiny spark of lust shoots off inside you at the picture of the fat boar on the woman's phone. No! You are not this big, bloated, fat, female, pig! You are a human! Male! You desire human women! You came here for a big, thick, ass. Now, what are you?
You pull a face but you aren't certain how convincing you are. The woman smiles at you. "I can tell how scared you are of how you feel. But don't worry about being ashamed. You're just a sow who needs piglets to feast on her teats."
You smile at the thought of piglets suckling at your large breasts. Then the smile flees in a panic and you squeal and begin trying to move.
The woman sits on the cushioned bench and pats the seat next to her. "You get yourself up here, and I will help you. I have many more potions."
You become excited and grunt loudly. There's a chance you can escape. The woman might yet help you. You look at the bench. From where you stand, dragging boobs as long as your arms, the bench is at eye level. It seems impossible that you could get up there. The cushions are so soft and your body is so heavy. But you have to try. With a series of loud grunts and squeals, you get your head and arms on the bench. After fighting a bit longer, you get one leg up there. Now you just have to push yourself up. Your leg still on the ground trembles with exhaustion, but you will it to push your body upward. The floor is more slippery than before, and you feel certain that if you could see your foot, you would see a hoof. You kick that terrible thought out of your mind and begin pushing with all your strength. You have to get your fat, breast-laden body on the bench.
Your pushing is successful, even if you have to reposition your hoof every few seconds. You can feel your breasts coming up over the edge of the bench, and just before the enlarged nipples touch the cushion, you suddenly realize that you have a problem. You reposition your hoof and push again, and five thick nipples rub along the corner of the bench cushions. Everything in your body is suddenly sexual. That touch on your soft breasts leaves your breathless. All at once, you are angry at your body for feeling pleasure when it should feel determination. You reach down and pull your breasts up, and then push against the floor one more time.
Now the other five breasts slide over the bench's edge. Tremors, glorious tremors of pleasure, ripple from your piggy pussy all across your thick and hairy body. The image of the fat boar involuntarily pops into your mind and you cling to it for just a moment, knowing that it could make you feel this way later. The ripples move through each breast and across your bulky back, and come in waves. Each wave of pleasure seems to add mass to your bulk, and seems to end in your face. You are pulling a face, trying not to give away how good you feel. You know the woman would only enjoy it. Your face feels extremely contorted but it's all you can do. You pinch your eyes closed and concentrate on lifting yourself up.
You are so heavy, now. You reach down to pull up your last breasts and finally come to rest on the bench. You cannot reach the bottom of your breasts, they have grown so big. When you try to bunch up your flesh and pull, you don't feel your fingers working independently. They all feel like one awkward finger, and you realize what has happened. You pull your hand up near your face and open your eyes. You look down a wide pig nose and see a cloven pig hoof where your fingers should be. You squeal and grunt. The revelation is horrible, but at the same time you feel the same ripples of pleasure moving from your back all throughout your body. The ripples are exciting and carry with them the sensation of being wholly a pig. Your body gets even bigger and heavier as these waves pulse through you.
Your leg, the one still on the ground, trembles as its load becomes unbearable, and finally slips, a slick hoof on a slick floor. You spill, a water balloon in the shape of a massive sow, onto the woman's floor and lie helpless on your side. You can feel your elbows shifting and your ears sprouting, but you are helpless to do anything about it now.
The woman gets off the bench and holds her phone to your face. The same picture. That robust, handsome hog, the male who can make your body writhe in pleasure again, fills you with joy and hope. "He's just through here," the woman says, and pushes open the door to her room. Energy from anticipation helps you get to your feet. You drag your teats across the floor, knowing that the pleasure you get from that motion is nothing compared to what the boar can give you. You re-enter the room with the dancing girls and look around.
The woman closes the door behind you. You look at it stupidly, and then you sit down and wait. It seems like there was something you were excited for.