Odd to this very day the circumstance and a few word stick in my mind as if bred into one's soul. I can be anywhere and the four words just pop out in my thoughts and occasionally spout from my lips, "I am a BOAR!"
As I now work and live once again a man, that day, the first month, and most of those eight long years urge me to live as a man. I think back to that day the shop owner Mr. Tao, I think, and his brother Wen.
The fear of my change from man to animal stands out in those memories.
I remember well the feelings of my bulk and the odd shift in how it was carried on my frame. Oh tail, hooves, four legs, floppy ears, strange and sharp teeth plus much more all had their distractions, Indeed as I stood about in the shop and waited for the man to take me to my prison these feelings began to erode my human thoughts. The nakedness of being a beast is at first so strange that I'm sure some would go mad. Then too such madness might have been a blessing when one thinks of the first few days of roaming about with wild, or true beasts.
My fate was in relation to my lust's and desires. I had seen the sexy scene of that Willow movie a dozen times before but this time it had a direct effect. As I would watch the princess drop and change to a sow the sensual desire pulsed in me as she clutched her chest when no doubt her added tits were on the sprout. At that moment I wanted to be a boar and fuck, mount, and screw her for all she was worth. Oh but I knew that could never happen, or at least that is what I thought then!
Remembering, I was pulled by a rope about my neck to a place I could relieve myself. The cool breeze tickled every bristle of my new form.
As the snout sniffed the fresh open air the many scents my human nose ignored now sparked thousands of thoughts to wonder and investagate. This may be the reason for animals to wonder! I strettched the rope which held me there with the lusting desire to sniff out each and every scent. Those scents not being total distraction I found my body getting aroused sexually about not being able to wander.
Nervous, I would sit on round buttocks, squeeze flat my bulging testicles, and bend my short neck around till a tongue could lick the erect boar shaft. It was as I did this act that a moment of human disgust, or maybe intelligence made me stop to consider. I eyed the porky shaft and felt the tingle of my saliva drying in that breeze. The sensualness was so intense I had to do it more and often.