There was nothing inside the tent. Just a lot of smoke. What a fucking ripoff! They decided to wander the boardwalk. The boardwalk was swarming with guys who had the same experience. Everyone was really pissed off. Gradually, more and more men began to drift in until there were over two thousand people on the boardwalk. That would soon change. Ron was the first to feel the change. His nose itched. When he scratched it, he discovered that it was flat and more protruding than usual. Too bad for Ron and the other guys this was the only warning they got. As more men littered the boardwalk. More shrank into their clothes to become small, pink pigs. They hardly noticed the change. Almost everyone was completely drunk. Sure, Joe felt something above his butt. When he saw a curly tail, he thought it was just the effect of the alcohol. When Jared felt his body swell and shrink at the same time, no one stopped to help. The men soon stopped speaking and just grunted and oinked. You see, the mist in the tent was designed to set off a transformation when enough moisture from sweat filled the air. It had an intoxicating effect, so this is why none of the men really noticed a problem until they got away from the crowed. By then it was too late. The change doesn't end there though. Their minds went steadily as well. Ron, who was the first to change physically was also the first to change mentally. At first he panicked and ran squealing down the boardwalk, kicking off his underwear that tangled his small hooves together. Soon, all he could think about was eating. Pigs began wandering into the city, into crowds. This is where our story begins.