Back at the Reformation pens Kenny Williams sat on his bristly round naked butt. The touch of a boar while he was dumped face down into the sty by a mule named Jayson Dewalt, had started the D.N.A. change.
As luck might have it he like the African Savanna swine boar kept his intelligence, memories, and thoughts. As the class nerd he was always unhappy. Never did want to go to school, even if he did want to learn.
The Reformation of his body and the controling D.N.A. gave kenny a feeling of strength and power he never had as a human. Now sitting in his holding pen he watched the slow reforming of his human body to that of a prize winning hog body.
The girth of his belly and the thick skin with prickling bristles gave a strange sensual feeling. A feeling he was becoming more accustom to and was rather enjoying.
Both fore and hind legs felt just fine as he was a quick learner. The feeling of rich sexual contact while changing, he remembered his first sex.
Sow though she was, Kenny thought of the sexual encounter as it happened second by second. Even as he again thought of her his boar cock rouse out of the bristly sheath.
Unable to storke it he had learned to walk around and feel it swing hardily from side to side. Each step slapped it into a thick thigh and bent it around the side of his rounded body. This strange action brought on even more delight till he would stop and stretch his stance.
Hind legs stretched back and fore legs out front he would masterbate his hog cock and puddle his semen on the concrete in his pen.
The sign above his pen showed him to be a 'TAMWORTH BOAR HOG'.
Kenny was proud of this and remembered the listing in his Biology class book on breeds of hogs.
"Hey Kenny how are we today, said his daily animal trainer?"
Kenny stepped over to the trough and lowered his head to gobble up the sweet mixture of grains. The taste buds of a hog are much less than those of a human mouth. Kenny relished the twice daily feeding, he remembered that and hour later he would be put with one or more sows for showing the tourists how a hogs breed.
Days had turned to weeks and then as fall came Kenny remembered the thought of going back to school. Feeling sad one morning he didn't bother to rise and eat. Laying on his fat side he looked up at his trainer.
"It's fall Kenny, said the trainer!" Thinking for a minute he looked at the sad boar and smiled.
"School time huh, well you won't be going to school Kenny!"
At this the boar jumped to his hooves and gave a squeal.
"Oh Kenny I thought you were still intelligent! Think boy think, all summer you've been under my care. Your a hog, a boar hog, you were changed by that Reformation process and now your an animal in a zoo. You hear me boy, your an animal under my care, said the Trainer."
The thought seemed to have been forgotten, looking around he suddenly was reminded he had been a boar all summer. What of his parents, teacher, friends, he looke at the Trainer and began to squeal and oink.
"I guess you have now remembered home, parents, kids, and all that human life stuff. Well Kenny your a boar hog, a pure bred Tamworth boar hog. The boar is primary in your inner desires! Other that feeding your most primary thought is to have sex with sows. Sows buddy sows are the real thing that keeps you in the zoo and out of a meat market."
Kenny paniced and began to oink and squeal as he ran circles around his pen.