Your situation waited until almost back to the apartment, when to your amazement out from under a hedge of trimmer bushes changed at you a very curly haired pig.
You sidestepped past its charge, and heard then the sound of some kids as if they were looking for the pig. You called out, "The pig is here in the street," and just as you said it, the animal turned and charged again. He slammed you down and his fat curly furry belly did touch the end of your nose.
The touch of possible doom, it came from a pig, and a rare pig as having curly bristles. Your yell brought reinforcements and the squealing animal was roped and dragged back to take his place as part of the festival.
As everyone walked away and left you to your lonesome self there lying in the street; you began having the sensations of sprouting pig bristles from out you skin.
A slow crawl to rise upright and stagger to the apartment, once inside and up two fights of stair steps your toes had changed to cloven hooves.
Burning sensations made the belly churn and burn, you begin by eating half a bottle of Tums antacid pills.
Feeling horrible and as much more than any hornier before in your entire life, you peel off everything you wear to stand naked before the bathroom mirror.
There you stand and watch as for the next three hours your human body become like some sort of Goliath of the curly swine breed.
Agony comes in waves as you watch your male organ burrow up under your furry hide to protrude an inch below where you have a fuzzy navel.
The maleness wells into a long and hefty big pouch that likely holds what such a male pig would have for his masculine male shaft. More unsettling was the manner how swelling testicles did punch out between massive muscular flanks. When you tail erupted outward, it would tickle the big balls as the protruded from your bristly behind.
Just like the salesman reiterated about his strange product, the use of it made you horny, and being alone and changing, you began to masturbate. You never did such a thing before, but the want and need for release built to where you thought if not doing so, you might go stock raving insane.
Stout muscle coated over your normally flabby weak muscular self.
Oddly, the touching of your hands to the smooth muscular body and with the curly bristles getting thicker and denser by each passing minute, you find a sense of delight in changing into the bodily form of a pig.
Shoulders narrow inward, as arms begin their fated turn to become as fore legs and cloven trotters for a large male boar pig.
Leaning on the bathroom counter, your corkscrew shaped male shaft protrudes out its furry bristled sheath. Cloven fore hoofs and the manner how your arms realigned into legs makes the stroking of your piggish big rod an impossibility.
Eyes about bug from your face and head as the rush of change makes a human skull something retrofitted to act as one of a big pig.
Sensations so wild and delightful come to a halt when as you eye at the mirror, you watch your human ears grow, becoming pointed, bristle coated, and hang down as do a lop eared swine boar.
The foyer clock down at the entrance to the old apartment house chimes midnight, and you are by then a big boar hog; held in an apartment by a locked door and the third floor height that makes escape to rut as an impossible thing.
Horny and wanting to mate with any ole sow, you paced the floor all night. Luckily for you the coming of morning and sunshine pouring in a window does the trick and a pig slowly over the daylight hours does then change back into a human male.
Acting horny right up to the last hour of sunlight coming in your apartment windows; the act of mouthing your corkscrew pecker has left you with the sheath and its nearly sixteen inches of shaft.
The self pleasuring had allowed your piggish teeth to remain almost unchanged, as you now smile people tend to shy away and try not to act as if they notice.
You did go back and ask, inquiring if you could reinfect yourself and become as just such a huge sexy boar; the answer was a clear and precise "NO!"
Had you not locked your apartment door, or just sat on some lawn and watched you form change, you would of run back to join other pigs at the fairgrounds, and lived a much shorter, but wildly sexual life as a pig.