It was hard for Richard to hold back his enthusiasm, as his wild fantasy seemed on the verge of coming true. Sooner he stood in what resembled a rather filthy jail cell, the floor caked with what looked like in dim light to be dried manure.
Yet since he was a kid growing up and until right then he had longed to feel and know the sensations of panic and fear. These sensations that poorer people know of almost daily, to Richard they were beyond his grasp and understanding.
Finally he had some sense of feeling panic, if but from the thrill of his abduction. He felt assured in time and given the status of his father, he would be returned to his human self and have then the fond memories of being maybe a boar hog for a time.
As he paced his small cell the sounds of others in the throngs of change could be heard. These were those brought to this place for much the same reason as was Richard, except they had no hope of being delivered from doom and a life of some bestial existence.
Whines and moans abounded, echoed the concrete halls of this what those who worked inside it, called this the house of fear.
Given some time to hear those crying, and some screaming for mercy, all wishing and pleading to go home, or at the least remain as what they were born.
Some cursed their captures, these who were filled with anger changed quicker than some others, as if anger and harsh emotion did more to make the transformation rush onward. One such man screamed and cursed until his voice became coarse and gruff sounding. He then coughed often, his voice deepening in tone until all he could muster out of his changing throat were the sounds of some bovine thing bellowing his thoughts.
To most in there these sounds and what they suggested would have induced panic and horror, but all Richard could feel was his erection and the thrilling thoughts of how he would soon trot and totter along as a pig on cloven hoofs.
When his cell door opened and a seedy looking man in a white jacket stepped inside, Richard even standing naked before the man met him with a cordial greeting.
The odd thin man eyed Richard after hearing such a strange greeting, asked him to bend at the waist and accept three injections. He mentioned that these were the virus serums which would begin his physical transformation. The first notice of his transforming would be the toughening of human skin to a animal hide; then the sprouting of pig bristles.
The man gave Richard all three shots and then backed away thinking the young man might try and lash out at his dooming attacker.
Instead Richard held out a friendly hand to shake the man's hand and thanked him for allowing his childhood fantasy to finally come true.
The man stood open mouthed with surprise. He eyed Richard, being a fine and healthy looking young man; and wondered why anyone being of such excellent physical form would enjoy becoming a pig.
As the cell door slammed shut, Richard called out to the man and again verbally thanked him for the injections.
From a nearby cell some saddened human voice asked of Richard if he were stupid or plum crazy?
Richard answered the voice, asking him of what he was likely to become.
He announced the decision of those in charge were making of him a boar hog, something to be the sex partner of a hundred horny sows.
Richard felt a personal delight for the lucky man, and told him so. He tried to cheer the man up, informing him of just what Richard knew of how boar hogs mate and likely the joy of feeling one being a such a beast.
That was when this one man scoffed at Richard, informing the young man of his soon to happen doom. He had overheard the guards talking with the surprised technician, and informed Richard of his sensual thrill would come as he was to become a she, a sow, and one of his to rut, screwed and tattooed with big blue numbers on his bristly backside.
Hearing this news, Richard began like so many others to call out his cell door window, pleading to talk to those in charge, begging he be a bull, stallion, or even a poodle dog.
Even those in the deep throngs of change began to laugh and scoff at Richard, his idea the being a pig to be something pretty began to fade into the reality of what it might be to stand as would a sow and long for her urges to get what a boar could deliver.