Maggie, still riding the effects of her high, giggled as she watched Sasha the pig snort and root around in the trough. She turned to Taylor, her red eyes gleaming with mischief.
“Okay, okay,” she said, trying to stifle a laugh, “but what if we, like… made her even worse?”
Taylor raised an eyebrow. “Worse how?”
Maggie leaned in conspiratorially. “Like, she’s already a pig, but what if she was, I dunno… extra gross? Like the kind of pig you’d see rolling around in the nastiest mud, just straight-up disgusting.”
Taylor smirked and pulled out the notebook. “Go on.”
Maggie’s eyes darted back to Sasha, who was still obliviously chowing down. “Okay, first—she should be really loud. Like, constant gross snorting, maybe even squealing when she’s excited. Just completely embarrassing.”
Taylor nodded, writing down: "Sasha constantly snorts and squeals loudly, especially when she eats."
Maggie clapped her hands together. “Dude, okay, what if she just loved being dirty? Like, rolling in filth, getting mud and food all over herself, and not even caring.”
Taylor’s pen moved swiftly: "Sasha loves getting dirty and will always seek out mud, spilled food, or any mess to roll in."
Maggie’s giggles turned into a full laugh. “Oh my god, and she should totally eat like a total slob. Food all over her face, getting everywhere, just totally disgusting.”
Taylor finished the latest addition: "Sasha eats like the messiest pig imaginable, always getting food all over herself and her surroundings."
Maggie wiped a tear from her eye. “She should crave pig food. Like, instead of normal food, she should only want gross stuff like slop and leftovers.”
Taylor smirked and wrote: "Sasha only craves and enjoys eating pig slop and leftover scraps."
The moment the last word was written, Taylor and Maggie turned their attention back to Sasha. The changes kicked in instantly. Sasha suddenly let out a deep, wet snort, shoving her snout even further into the trough. Her curly pig tail twitched in excitement as she noisily chomped and smacked her lips.
Then, as if eager to satisfy some deep instinct, Sasha pulled her head out of the trough and flopped down onto her side, rolling into a pile of spilled food and drool, rubbing herself into the mess like it was the most enjoyable thing in the world. She let out a loud, satisfied squeal, completely covered in filth.
Maggie snorted, covering her mouth. “Dude… she’s so gross now. Okay, okay, last one—she’s already a pig, right? But like… what if she was really a pig? Like, huge, so fat she can barely move around without wobbling.”
Taylor’s smirk widened as she scribbled down: "Sasha is an extremely overweight pig, constantly growing fatter as she eats."
The moment she finished writing, the change took effect. Sasha’s already plump pig body began to swell right in front of them. Her pink hide stretched as new layers of fat piled onto her frame, her belly rounding out and sagging lower. Her jowls thickened, wobbling as she let out deep, contented grunts.
She took another sloppy mouthful of food from the trough, and it was as if her body immediately converted it into more weight. Her legs spread slightly to accommodate her growing bulk, her belly now practically dragging along the floor as she shifted in place. Even her curly tail twitched happily behind her, its base now nestled in the folds of her expanding backside.
Maggie’s eyes widened, then she burst into laughter. “Oh my god, dude, she’s huge! She’s, like… she’s gonna be one of those pigs that’s too fat to walk soon!”
Taylor grinned, watching as Sasha, now a ridiculously obese pig, let out a delighted, snorting squeal before stuffing her face into the slop again, greedily devouring it without a care.