Mary was in a state of transformative bliss. It felt so good, so amazingly good, to be changing again. The shift came hand in hand with a rush of endorphins, possibly to cover over any pain she might have felt from the rapid mutation of human physiology into pig. Her snout grew back in, flaring out proudly as she grunted with each bite of food, forgoing her hands entirely as she just buried her face into it and devoured.
She stopped only to feverishly remove her clothing, which was rapidly becoming too tight for comfort. And this time around, she wasn't going to allow her rapid weight gain to destroy them. She wasn't at home, she needed something to go back home in once she changed back.
"Rob, what's *Grrnk* - what's the matter?" she asked as she lifted her shirt over her head, freeing her enlargened breasts, all four of them now.
He had stopped eating. They were now nearly at the same point of piggishness, about halfway from human to pig. His expression was almost sorrowful, and definitely concerned.
"Should we be worried about this, Mary?" he asked, tilting his head to the left some, floppy pig ears bouncing with the motion.
"Worried? Why worried? It feels GREAT," Mary said with a smile on her snout.
"I mean... *grnnk* - Look at us, Mary. Is this going to be the way the rest of our lives are? Are we never going to be able to eat without turning into pigs? And how... how are we going to *grrnk* - how are we going to afford this? So much food, and... well, I mean..."
"You're thinking too much," Mary answered, getting up from her seat and sauntering over to Rob, a saunter that was far more like a waddle than anything seductive. To his piggish mind, however, the whole package was deliriously sexy. Just watching her, he had a hard time keeping his thoughts straight.
"M... maybe I... I... oh, man..." he muttered, eyes fixed on her mammaries as she stood in front of him.
"So stop thinking, stop worrying, and fuck my piggy brains out, okay?" she said, hooflike hands on her hips.