" Damn , oink, good ya's on yer way to being just what i like , grunt. Here take a look at
your new self , grunt". The boar pulls back a curtain , and reveals a large mirror. " Yeah ,
look. Ya's got some new stuff , grunt." You look in the mirror and remember your eyes , at
least they are your eyes. Everything else however, and you gasp, fart, and oink . You are
most certainly female. Small girlish breasts line your belly, and your hips have widened
considerably. You have a slit where your penis and testicles used to reside. Your hair
comes to your shoulders and your face is girlish except for the pig snout that was formed
while having sex. Large floppy pig ears protrude from your head, a parody of Miss Piggy.
You feel something twitching at your buttocks, and are not at all alarmed
to find you have the tail of a pig. Your feet and hands have started to transform into
hooves as all your nails have enlarged and blackened . You find yourself walking on tip toe
as your feet no longer go flat against the floor. You whimper and oink softly , and with
some shame as you feel the boars semen drip down your legs. " Here, put this on , grunt. "
The boar hands you a rather shapeless dress, like something a fat old women would wear.
"You'll grow into it " He says " And soon ya won't need it. Now git ta eatin. Ya need ta
fatten up , Then will fuck some more. I need a new sow for the sty by the end of the week,
grunt." The end of the week, two days , and life as sow begins in earnest. Your piggy pussy
drips in anticipation, and you blush for possibly the last time.