Precious climbs up on her bed, and lays on her side, paw on her hip and eyeing you with that "come hither" look as she tosses the hambone away.
"C'mon and get some, piggy boy," she growls, her voice oozing sultriness. "You've been very brave coming down here, coming on to me even though you were supposed to be lunch. You've earned a reward."
You have no response to that, as you clumsily lurch forward, hooflike-hands fumbling with too-small pants. You tear the seam some as you manage to push them down, hoggish fat jiggling with each step as you clamber onto the bed and flop on top of her.
You hardly even realize that as a pig, you have absolutely no sexual grace, thrusting at her with all the subtlety of a jack-hammer. She doesn't seem to mind, though, and coos softly with each spastic jerk of your fat hips.
You're so entranced in the act of finally doing a shewolf that you hardly notice the changes happening in her. Her hips widening, her fur thinning out, her long bushy tail shrinking.
"Oh, yes, Pig Boy, do me! SNORT!" she calls out, her transition from werewolf to werepig well underway.