"Traveler, Oink, What can we do the help Ryan. He sure didn't want to become a boar hog! Can we help him by sending him back to Circe? We must do something!"
"I AM A GUIDE THROUGH TIME IT SELF, WHAT A PERSON DOES IN THAT TIME CAN CHANGE HIS DESTINY AND IF NOT CARE IS TAKEN MANY OTHER DESTINY'S AS WELL. CIRCE OFFERED HIM TO STAY OR LEAVE, HE KNEW THE RISK OF GOING TO SEE THE MOST POWERFUL WITCH IN HISTORY, HE CHOSE HER! NOW HE STANDS BEFORE HIS FRIENDS, THE BOAR SWINE OF SOME GREEK BREED, AND AS A SWINE HE WILL STAY. I ALLOW PEOPLE ONLY THROUGH MY HALLOWED DOORWAY TO A PLACE IN TIME, NOT ANIMALS! HIS FATE WAS SEALED BY CIRCE, SHE CHOSE TO SEND HIM BACK TO THIS TIME AS A BOAR. NOW SHE SUGGEST'S AS DO I, THAT HE FIND A CUSTOMARY HOG FARM, A MUD HOLE, AND BE SURE HE HAS SEVERAL SOWS TO KEEP HIM HAPPY."
Ryan oinked, oinked, and let out a squeal, his human thoughts being wiped away like a computer on defrag. Sniffing the floor he stretched out long with his front legs and a flat penis end jutted out of his sheath making a smelly puddle.
Ryan was unable to stop his mind and thought organizations to become those of the boar hog. He saw his friends as if they were swine as too. rubbing and bumping into them in a little piggy play.
The others did not appreciate the playful attitude of a four hundred pound hog. An animal is a being to himself and does not understand the concepts of weight, size, and a boar hog lost all tenderness.
Poking the hog with a sharp stick he was herded upstairs. Once there he ran in circles till his piggy scent told which way to point the nose and RUN!
Out the front door ran Ryan the boar, and into his new destiny. He was never again to have a human thought, just a nice mud puddle.