Meanwhile, Beckie was well underway in her transformation. Other than her human frame she looked like an average sow. She cowered at the side of the pen, covering her (multiple) nipples and private area with her trotters and drifting between human cries and squeals. She was far too muddy to climb the high fence, and seemed all but trapped in the pen with a bunch of boars.
"Help! Kassie! Susie! Anyone, please!" She squealed, unable to properly articulate her words through her newly porcine mouth. The farmer returned to the side of the pen, leading over and laughing with delight.
"You bastard! What have you done?!" Beckie snorted.
"I'm just on my way to see you friend Kassie, she's going to get to know my sheep a bit better," he laughed. "I suggest you do the same with my pigs."
"No way," Beckie replied, resilient. "I'm not a pig, I'm a human woman!"
"Not anymore you're not," he replied, slightly annoyed. "And unless you want to be my breakfast tomorrow, you'll do what I say."
Beckie looked across the pen at the other pigs, which were obviously taking an interest in her. "What am I going to do?"