Damon's life as a pig wasn't that bad, as he dimly reflected. After all, all his basic needs were met and even a little more and for a pig, this was just as well. Any more complex considerations were beyond him by now. Not that he had many as a human being, actually. In fact, his life as a human wasn't much different. Damon had been lazy and quick to listen to his basic instincts and at least as a swine he could indulge them with no fallen grace as a human. He had no qualms being unclothed now and he could let his testicles and penis swing and get refreshed by the breeze with not an ounce of shame. No cared about the nudity of a pig. His last human thoughts were that it was nivce not to bother with clothes and most of all underwear anymore. He could walk and trot upon his trotters when he wanted and his pleasures were simple yet sop great to fulfil, like eating, drinking and rolling and scratching himself. Mud was great, not because it was filthy but because it did wonders for ridding the skin of parasites and giving an extra coolness and protection against the sun beams. Eating was the best, though. The nice human gave them all wonderful slops everyday and it was fun to dig through them. You never knew what you might find! The other pigs were not bad company either. Some were big grumpy jerks but they stayed in their own puddle of mud and didn't bother others until they rose slowly to have a drink or gorge themselves further. Most other swine were good guys, though, comfortable to sleep against at night and funny to grunt at and pursue around playfully. Hey, even some let Damon eat a tasteful morsel out of sheer goodness and Damon scratched then gratefully in return. The only thing missing were sows and sex but the most friendly pigs acted as females for the ones with the most needs and then switched places. Damon had acted both roles many, many times. But hey, he had needs, even as a pig. Little did he know that he'd get real sex with a sow soon.