Eyes squeeze tight as aches of muscles turn into pains of change. I watch as part of me grows and some things become shorter. My pain seems to be an enjoyment for that doctor as he laughs at my predicament.
The park employee reads to me about the coming lifestyle as a wild boar. He decribes in detail the changes my body goes through even as he speaks. The pains of transformation can not be described. I rethe with pains as spit hangs in strings from my lips.
I stretch out my body as I mount the chair. The sensual feeling of the new strong animal form gives a pleasured moment away from the pains. As the Doctor applies a scented cloth to my nostrils the lust builds.
"Enjoy! The scent is of sow vagina juices and will build the memory of this to an inner instinct. The desire to have sex and rut will only increase the change till only the boarish form will be the true you. As you mount and spew your semen into the first of thousands of sows your every thought and desire will be for the rump of a sow." explained the Doctor with a smile.
Indeed his words were true as my nose filled with the sour stench of that sow's juices he had smeered on the rag. My thoughts became a passion for sexual touching. The lust to feel my cock part the lips of sow sex was now becoming the life passion to live. Humping the chair my balls chirn for release and I squeal as a boed inthralled with mounting a full fat sow.
As this lust session passes into the dull memories of my boarish mind I think a short memory. It was being bored with daily life that brought me to the zoo. Now I have become boared by being bored as a human. An odd turn on words but true it is that as I was bored to be human I would have been better off today to be elsewhere, than here!