Nudging horny sows have made you sleepy and slumber seems a necessary evil, if not a time to regain some sense of composure and let those big balls refill with their bounty.
Sleep and one dreams, a mix of human memories and odd comparisons to doing as would a piggy boar in rut and wanting to show off before Circe.
Feeling as well fortunate that through this travesty you did retain your male gender, while thinking of those who were male and stand about wanting, begging, and making all that are boars to known they want what a sick and horny sow would find as her moment of joy.
Dreaming, you see your own new elongated pig shaft, its length amazes you, as well the corkscrew end that once inside a sow, give both in the encounter extreme sensation and continuous pleasure.
"You sleep too much, get up now!" You hear some sweet voice order and a sharp stick poking at your overly sensitive sheath.