You lay in a daze , a stupor. you feel fat , lazy and stupid. Every molecule in your body calls out for you to give in to your new piggish instincts.A noise , rodent chitterings . Its the squirrel that informed you of the wizard. "Get up , get up , there is still hope, get up.The wizard has a vial on a table . He was laughing and speaking of his new sow . Get up , there is so little time left. Do you want to be a sow forever. Do you want to be bacon? all these pigs were once men and women , boys and girls . Some remember , most dont and dont care. Do you want that.First a breeding sow and later porkchops?Get up "The rodent is annoying , but right , and I raise myself up on my piggy trotters. My piggy pussy still hums from the boar, and i hear the squeals of another sow being mounted. My pig instincts urge me to the slops and the mud, and wait for the boars renewed attentions , but I struggle through the gap the squirrel has found in the boards. Only minutes left,and my pig instincts feel the climax of the sow and the boar. The struggle is within as well as pushing my bulk passed this stupid fence.