I watch Sara as she enters the pig pen. The witch must have cast some
spell on her as she's now quite short and fat like a gnome. She
certainly doesn't look happy, it seems she's being forced to work on
the farm. I feel sorry for her having gone from a radiant beauty to a
chubby little gnome. Then I remember how she treated me earlier, she
seemed to be reveling in my inhumanity, taking pleasure from my curse.
As i watch she becomes angry with me, shouting at me to go away.
Doesnt she realise i just want to help us both escape? she finishes
her chore and goes to leave. I have to get her attention now! Its the
only chance we have, I have. I try to talk but all i can do now is
oink at her. It just serves to infuriate her more!
She pounces on me holding me down, my mind races, im squealing in fear
I try to shake her off but she wont let go. She's too strong and i'm
just a weak little creature now. I've never felt so scared and
helpless. I'm supposed to be a strong man! women like Sara used swoon
before me, they'd admire my strong musculature body and the thought of
my considerable manhood would make them weak in the knees. Now I have
none of that, i can't even protect myself from a woman i always
thought of as weak and helpless. I am weak, helpless, powerless as I
feel her finger slip inside me... in my... my womanhood. A feeling of
dread washes over me and I literally piss myself with fear. If I could
I'd be crying. instead all i can do is squeal as something sniffs
around my bottom. The next thing I feel is the lips of my womanhood
part as a boar clambers atop my back. My whole body goes numb from the
guilty pleasure, I convince myself animal instinct takes over as i
push my fat bottom back allowing the boar in deeper. Sara laughs at my
mouth dropping open as i grunt in pleasure. The continuing thrusts
build up into powerful orgasm that rocks my whole body. It feels like
it lasts forever. Out of the corner of my eye i notice both the
Princess and the witch playing with themselves whilst watching me.