"Greetings all," says an uncommonly tall and very slender woman, she walking into what aboard ship on the trip over to the island was the dinning room. Her manner of greeting quickly calms and quiets all standing there, even if some, for whatever medical reason were then finding it better to stand on all fours, pig style.
"We from Pleasure Island Farms welcome you here as the first shipment of trans-mutant swine. You physical abnormalities, the changing of bodily form to look like do pigs, sows, or boars whatever, you need to know that for economic reasons, none of you do we plan to change back to being again as people." This the woman states, getting the expected reaction of many oinks and anxious squeals, much grunting, and a few still rare but human voices demanding their release from boarding the ship.
Quite a ramble of partially changed people becoming as pigs tried to storm forward and lay hoofs upon the woman, she bearing the bad news.
Jess takes hold of Joe about his thickening pig neck, and tries to drag him away from the crowd of angry swine. She speaks to him, suggesting they must disembark the ship before it should sail out of port and they then caught, would find themselves as unwilling passengers to a trip into Hell.
Together they rush out the dinning room and out onto the promenade deck, only to hear the ship steam horn blast two toots, as mooring ropes splash into the water, the ship backing out of port on its journey to some place in dire need of swine.
Jess urges Joe to try and leap of the ship by they together climbing the safety railing, but try as they did, cloven hooves were too narrow to grip the railing, they falling back aboard ship, trapped and so anxious, they failed to take note their anxiety had instilled a rush of their transforming.
Jess tumbled first as Joe held on for a second longer, he falling then onto his lover. Bristles brushed bristles as the sudden realization of new sensuality beget an uncontrollable urge of each the other to pleasure their pig mate. As with Joe falling off the side railing and on Jess, his flat nose poked at her posterior, as anxiety had sparked in her a rise in her sensuality. His hot pig breath tingled her rump, she felt a need and being already so far along in their changing of species, she felt no shame in offering Joe what she knew he would soon take by force.
Sniffing, licking, the rush of instinctive drives welled in them both, neither could then or had a want to hold back, Jess rolling over to a standing position, stood showing her availing to Joe of what as a boar big pig he felt his own desire to procreate.
They ignored the ship leaving port, and were in hot passion when one of the crew spotted them wandering the deck, they quite attached one to the other, were herded back into the dinning room, there to meet so many more as were they.
The dinning room tables were removed, not a chair left for a pig to sit on, high and above the others. The oak plank floor got its fair share of pig turds and vile stinking liquids, The crew coming in with four long troughs, as buckets of swill were dumped in them for those feeling the urge to forage. Joe and Jess remained together, they feeling so aroused, the thought of food was not a concern. The herd matured, gaining bulk and assuring the sows there were willing to any boar so inclined.
Oinking in unison, Jess leaned back into the hammering thrusts coming from Joe, he dwelling deeper inside her than she even remembered any of her lovers able to do. The corkscrew contour of the stout shaft protruded in her helped to coax from her several radical orgasms of wildly wild pleasure.
So many felt the sense of anxiety about their imposed new future, the inclination to mate became a piggish orgy.
Standing safely above and away from the herd of swine, the tall woman fields questions by some of the ship crew. She knows what to expect, this not her first such formulating a swine herd using sexually aroused people as the clay. Her most vivid remark came as if a gravestone marker for the herd, she admitting that sex sparks transformation, as much the sensation from transforming arouses the want to have more sexual pleasuring. Sixty-two coupling couples would make for a fine healthy herd of swine when sold on the South American market.