Horrified at losing his male gender and worse becoming as what he had fantasized about having as his toys; the becoming a sow was to Richard as something disgusting.
Two days and nights he was in a rampage and fit of anger toward those who would wish to degrade him so, and make of him a piggy sow.
He forgot of what happened to others who in their disgust and anger found the serums to work better, advancing the transforming even quicker.
Rounded eyes peered out the porthole window of his cell as Richard stood trying with a tired mind and weary voice to plead with his captures.
If he took the time to feel and know his changing face he would of screamed out even louder. His face and head had rounded out, becoming chunky with expanding ear lobes and a jaw beginning to advance into what would become his snout.
Richard clawed and tapped on his steel door, paying no attention to how his fingers were then as small hoof-lets, changing, receding, and soon to be the cloven trotters of a pig.
Itching and scratching he pawed at his thickening skin, it becoming hog tough hide and with its change came the needle like sprouting of his pelt of pig bristles.
Days passed and Richard saw large vinyl dishpans filled with enriched protein mush slid under his cell door; he buried his changing face into them and gobbled down the slurry.
Change and growth was what kept Richard from pleading over the weeks that followed his time of panic and horror. He watched, lying on his cot, legs and feet in the air as his penis and belly merged into a stout sheath. His testicles bloomed huge, pressed out behind his rump and making it hard for him to walk.
He felt some mild satisfaction over remaining a male animal, as the remembered taunting about him becoming as a sow seemed then near impossible.
Anguish and change tend to help those transforming to sleep and soundly rest. Richard awoke one morning on his cot, the irritation of something strange causing him to want a rub of his chest and belly.
Curling over as he balanced his rounded butt on the side of that then manure streaked cot, Richard saw his eight teats had puckered and sprouted in red little circles.
"Tits on a boar hog," he remembered something about this, as if it were abnormal but still left him as a male pig.
His delight was cut short by the coming of that slim and tall technician, he injecting Richard with a massive syringe.
Richard remained calm and quiet, watching as the syringe emptied and the man backed away from the massive 400 pound boar hog.
A friendly squeal and oinking sound suggesting of thanks and glee changed to a anguished squeal of fear as from behind the technician stepped the man in black.
He greeted Richard in a formal way, smiling down at what was a man and stood then as a large male hog with eight red teats.
"I am told by my informants that your were a bi-polar, two separate identifies in one body. I thought this interesting and how my letter of ransom for you could induce a quick and higher payment if your father saw his son as a pig, a boar, and a bi-sexual boar-sow creature.
Being a bi-sexual animal you could never be sent to slaughter, but live torn between your wild urges for wishing to rut a sow and as a sow be mounted by some boar. This see-saw of primal urges should in short while drive you mad. a crazed male-female pig lusting to even wish it could mate with itself, wondrous!" So spake the man in black, he finding Richard's situation as something rather humorous.
Then the technician asked the man in black if this specimen should be put in a sow pen and let nature take its due course?
Laughing at the suggestion, the man in black so ordered, as Richard would soon be put into a pen with sows. He being part boar and sow would learn to rut, while finding his female side lusting for to feel the same as what he sowed.
A week later and Richard found himself in a muddy sty and surrounded by a fair number of lusting and exceptionally horny sows. His male desires went wild and after he had throughly impregnated them, it was his turn to be put into a pen with nine lusty boars, they smelling Richard as if he were their one delight in life.
The man in black stood over the pens on a catwalk, he took many nice pictures of Richard doing AND getting done. He called down to the twisted and teetering mind of what was Richard yet, telling him he was doing fine and the pictures would show this to his family.