With a squeal of excitement, the pig lunged forward, knocking Caleb to the ground. He cried out in surprise and pain as the pig landed heavily on top of him, its weight crushing him beneath its bulk.
The pig grunted and snorted, its rough tongue lapping at Caleb's neck and chest. He whimpered and squirmed beneath it, trying desperately to escape its advances.
Suddenly, the pig let out a low growl and pushed itself deeper into Caleb's body, forcing its way inside him with a crude and brutal thrust. Caleb screamed, his cries echoing throughout the empty farmhouse.
The pig grunted again, grinding its hips against Caleb's flesh as it pumped in and out of him. Its hot, sticky seed spilled inside him, filling him up with its potent fluids.
As the last drop of semen left the pig's cock, a strange sensation washed over Caleb. He felt a warmth spreading through his veins, a tingling sensation that seemed to emanate from the very depths of his being. And then, as if in response to some unseen command, Caleb's mind cleared, and he suddenly found himself thinking in ways he never had before.
He looked down at his new body, at the soft, plump curves of his sow's form, and smiled. This was right, this was how things should be. He was meant to be a pig, a creature of the earth and the soil, not a mere human being.
The Witch grinned in satisfaction, her work complete. "There you go, my pretty little sow," she cooed. "Now you can enjoy your new life as a proper member of the herd."
Caleb nodded, his mind still fuzzy with the aftershocks of the transformation. "Yes," he agreed. "This feels right. I belong here, among the other pigs."