Zeb takes me into a room with a big sliding glass door at the one side
leading to the back yard. The room is made of cinder blocks with no ornamentation at all. A large bare light bulb hung from the middle of
the ceiling and there was a mattress on the floor on one side of the
room. One full wall was mirrored and that was when I could see myself
clearly.
I looked at my face, sunken into a fat body. My neck hung down to my
chest. My mouth looked like it was being enveloped by my cheeks and my
eyes were now sinking into a round face encircled by fat. I am not
sure if it was a product of all the fat or the being a pig for so long
but my nose seemed to be turned up to be the human version of a pig
nose.
My arms and legs looked like they were nice and sturdy tree trunks to
hold me up as they had the past few months as a pig and they were
doing just that as I was crawling into the room on all fours. My Belly
drug the floor and I am not sure what the jock strap held but it
seemed completely useless.
Zeb led my by a leash to the mattress where I collapsed and almost immediately smelled that intoxicating aroma of slop. That wonderful
mass of stuff I had been stuffed on and had stuffed myself with as a
pig. I looked around and there was a trough full of the gruel. Having
been a pig for so long I guess those instincts kicked in and I buried
my face in the trough and at till I was full. Rolling over until I was
finally on my side looking at the wall where the door was that I was
led into the room.
There to my disgust was a litany of views of me as a man before I had
become a pig for Beau and Zeb. I had to be at least 1/4 the size I was
now.
I cried as I stared at my former self.
Zeb came in and started to rub me down with some oils to "keep me nice
and smooth" as he said.
I had been a pig for Beau and now I was a pig for Zeb.