My body relents to the power of Granny Julie's curse. I meld as if reshaped by the hands to a thousand devils. Donkey fur is quickly replaced by a shaggy covering of pig bristles. My rope like tail shrinks to small snake like tail that wiggles strangely.
Strong hardy working legs are now short and my hind quarters rounded. Hoofs once solid are cloven as I stand on the warm earth. The beating suns rays come up from the ground and I feel the warmth on eight teats.
Gutteral grunting sounds boil out of my mind and mouth. As Granny kicks my behind with her shoe, I squeel and run for the smells' of a friendly sty.
In the sty I oggle my eyes upward to see the Witch and Red. Granny Julie smiles and says, "Baren sow is what you are and sexual desire the prime hog desire. In your pen is twenty fine boars, some of them you once knew. Now all of them want sex with you, and this is now you life's work."
Red was crying she begged for my release and reformation to human. Yet the powerful Witch grinned and said nothing. The two walked out of my sight.
I regretted my lack of human will. Yet the animal lust is strong and once as a beast the human world fades. Morals and human social structure keep us living with human ideas and plans. Yet once these are removed only want, lust, food, and right now matter!
"I am alone and a sow, I thought as a would be suitor licked my butt."